Worth Reading: June 2007

Commitment
-By Olehil Fischer

I will never forget what my old headmaster told taught me. Normally when
you are only 15 years of age you do not remember most of the things that
are preached by your teachers. But, this particular story is one such
lesson that I will never forget. Every time I drift off course, I get
reminded of this story.

It was a normal Monday morning at an assembly, and he was addressing the
students on important things in life and about committing ourselves to
what is important to us. This is how the story went:

An old man lived in a certain part of London, and he would wake up every
morning and go to the subway. He would get the train right to Central
London, and then sit at the street corner and beg. He would do this
every single day of his life. He sat at the same street corner and
begged for almost 20 years.

His house was filthy, and a stench came out of the house and it smelled
horribly. The neighbors could not stand the smell anymore, so they
summoned the police officers to clear the place. The officers knocked
down the door and cleaned the house. There were small bags of money all
over the house that he had collected over the years.

The police counted the money, and they soon realized that the old man
was a millionaire. They waited outside his house in anticipation to
share the good news with him. When he arrived home that evening, he was
met by one the officers who told him that there was no need for him to
beg any more as he was a rich man now, a millionaire.

He said nothing at all; he went into his house and locked the door. The
next morning he woke up as usual, went to the subway, got into the
train, and sat at the street corner and continued to beg.

Obviously, this old man had no great plans, dreams or anything
significant for his life. We learn nothing from this story other than
staying focused on the things we enjoy doing, commitment.

We should remain true to our course; which may mean committing
yourselves to things that people around you would normally disapprove.
Let nothing distract us from being happy, let nothing else determine our
fate, but ourselves. What makes us happy is what matters in the end, not
what we acquire.

Contributed by PravsWorld

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Eight Lies of a Mother

The story began when I was a child; I was born as a son of a poor
family. Even for eating, we often got lack of food. Whenever the time
for eating, mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was
removing her rice into my bowl, she would say Eat this rice, son. Im not
hungry. That was Mother's First Lie.

When I was getting to grow up, the persevering mother gave her spare
time for fishing in a river near our house, she hoped that from the
fishes she got, she could gave me a little bit nutritious food for my
growth. After fishing, she would cook the fishes to be a fresh fish
soup, which raised my appetite. While I was eating the soup, mother
would sit beside me and eat the rest meat of fish, which was still on
the bone of the fish I ate. My heart was touched when I saw it. I then
used my chopstick and gave the other fish to her. But she immediately
refused it and said Eat this fish, son. I dont really like fish. That
was Mother's Second Lie.

Then, when I was in Junior High School, to fund my study, mother went to
an economic enterprise to bring some used-matches boxes that would be
stuck in. It gave her some money for covering our needs. As the winter
came, I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who was still
awoke, supported by a little candlelight and within her perseverance she
continued the work of sticking some used-matches box. I said, Mother, go
to sleep, its late, tomorrow morning you still have to go for work.
Mother smiled and said Go to sleep, dear. Im not tired. That was
Mother's Third Lie.

At the time of final term, mother asked for a leave from her work in
order to accompany me. While the daytime was coming and the heat of the
sun was starting to shine, the strong and persevering mother waited for
me under the heat of the suns shine for several hours. As the bell rang,
which indicated that the final exam had finished, mother immediately
welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared before in
a cold bottle. The very thick tea was not as thick as my mothers love,
which was much thicker. Seeing my mother covering with perspiration, I
at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said Drink,
son. Im not thirsty!. That was Mother's Fourth Lie. That was Mother's
Fourth Lie.

After the death of my father because of illness, my poor mother had to
play her role as a single parent. By held on her former job, she had to
fund our needs alone. Our familys life was more complicated. No days
without sufferance. Seeing our familys condition that was getting worse,
there was a nice uncle who lived near my house came to help us, either
in a big problem and a small problem. Our other neighbors who lived next
to us saw that our familys life was so unfortunate, they often advised
my mother to marry again. But mother, who was stubborn, didnt care to
their advice, she said I dont need love. That was Mother's Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my study and then got a job, it was the time for my
old mother to retire. But she didnt want to; she was sincere to go to
the marketplace every morning, just to sell some vegetable for
fulfilling her needs. I, who worked in the other city, often sent her
some money to help her in fulfilling her needs, but she was stubborn for
not accepting the money. She even sent the money back to me. She said I
have enough money. That was Mother's Sixth Lie.

After graduated from Bachelor Degree, I then continued my study to
Master Degree. I took the degree, which was funded by a company through
a scholarship program, from a famous University in America. I finally
worked in the company. Within a quite high salary, I intended to take my
mother to enjoy her life in America. But my lovely mother didnt want to
bother her son, she said to me Im not used to. That was Mother's Seventh
Lie.

After entering her old age, mother got a flank cancer and had to be
hospitalized. I, who lived in miles away and across the ocean, directly
went home to visit my dearest mother. She lied down in weakness on her
bed after having an operation. Mother, who looked so old, was staring at
me in deep yearn. She tried to spread her smile on her face; even it
looked so stiff because of the disease she held out. It was clear enough
to see how the disease broke my mothers body, thus she looked so weak
and thin. I stared at my mother within tears flowing on my face. My
heart was hurt, so hurt, seeing my mother on that condition. But mother,
with her strength, said Dont cry, my dear. Im not in pain. That was
Mother's Eight Lie.

After saying her eighth lie, my dearest mother closed her eyes forever.

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