Be yourself

In the world to come I shall not be asked, " Why were you not Moses?" I should be asked,"Why were you not Zusya?" --- RABBI ZUSYA

Ever since i was a little kid, I didn't want to be me. I wanted to be like Billy Widdlelon, and Billy Widdledon didn't even like me. I walked like he walke; i talked like he talked; I signed up for thr high school he signed up for.

Which was why Billy Widdledon changed. He began to hang around Herby Vandeman; he walked like Herby Vandeman; he talked like herby Vandeman. He mixed me up! I began to walk and talk like Billy Widdledon, who was walking and talking like herby Vandeman.

And then it dawned on me that Herby Vandeman walked and talked like Joe haverlin. And Joey Haverlin walked and talked like Corky Sabinson.

So here I amwalking and talking like Billy Winddledon's immitation of Herby Vandeman's version of Joey Haverlin, trying to walk and talk like Corky Sabinson. And who do you think Cory Sabinson is always walking and talking like? Of all people, Dopey Wellington - that little pest who walks and talks like me !

be yourself

The window

And life is what we make it, always has been, always will be - Grandma Moses

There were once two men, both seriously ill, in the same small room of great hospital. Quite a small room, it had one window looking out on the world to sit up in bed for an hour in the afternoon (something to do with draining the fluid from his lungs). His bed was next to the window. But the other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

Every afternoon when the man next to the window was propped up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing what he could see outside. The window apparently overlooked a park where there was a lake. There were ducks and swans in the lake, and children came to throw them bread and sail model boats. Young lovers walked hand in hand beneath the trees, and there were flowers and stretches of grass, games of softball. And at the back, behind the fringe of trees, was a fine view of the city skyline.

The man on his back would listen to the other man describe all of this, enjoying every minute. He heard how a child nearly fell into the lake, and how beautiful the girls were in their summer dresses. His friend's descriptions eventually made him feel he could see what was happening outside

Then one fine afternoon, the thought struck him: Why should the man next to the window have all the pleasure of seeing what was going on? Why shouldn't he get the chance? He felt ashamed, but the more he tried not to think like that, the worse he wanted a change. He'd do anything! One night as he stared at the ceiling, the other man suddenly woke up, coughing and choking, his hands gropping for the button that would bring the nurse running. But the man watched without moving - even when the sound of breathing stopped. In the morning found the an dead, and quietly took his body away.

As soon as it seemed decent, the man asked if he could be switched to the bed next to the window. So they moved him, tucked him in, and made him quite comfortable. The minute they left, he propped himself up on one elbow, painfully and laboriously and looked out the window.

It faced a blank wall

Author Unknown

The story for everyone

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow. he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by. The littleboy had grown up , and he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad" Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy."I am no longer a kid. i don't play around trees anymore." The boy rplied,"I want toys, i need money to buy them", "Sorry, but i don't have money, but u can pick all my apples and sell them. Then u will have money" The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples.
The tree was sad. One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with me" the tree said. " I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. W need a house for shelter. Can you help me? " sorry, but I don't have a house. But u can chop off my branches t build your house. " So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. the tree was glad to see him happy.
The tree was again lonely and sad. one hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted." Come and play with me!" the tree said." I am sad and gettin' old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. he went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years " Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. no more apples for you... " the tree said. " I dont have teeth to bite" the boy replied. " No more trunk for you to climb on", " I am too old for that now", the boy said. " I really can't give you anything... the only thing left is my dying roots' the tree said with tears. " I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied. " Good. Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest. Come, come sit down with me and rest. " The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled wit tears.
This is a story for everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad. When we grew up, we left them only to come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. no matter what , parents will always be there and give evrything they can make u happy. you may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that is how all of us are treating our parents