Story yang menarik semoga memberi kita semangat untuk teruskan hidup di dunia yang fana ini dan menghargai setiap orang dan benda disekeliling kita..
When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast  food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in  particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.  On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and  extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see  if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his Biscuit, smile  at my mom and ask me how my day was at school.
I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember  hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll  never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he  really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said,  "Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she's real tired.  And besides... a burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"
You know, life is full of imperfect things... and imperfect people..  I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and  anniversaries just like everyone else. What I've learned over the years  is that learning to accept each other’s faults  and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most  important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.  
So...please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burned one will do just fine! 
Life is too short to wake up with regrets... Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.
ENJOY LIFE NOW AND APPRECIATE YOUR LOVE ONES - IT HAS AN EXPIRY DATE!
MALAYSIA DAH BERUBAH
7 years ago





 
 
 
3 comments:
i lioke this story..true or not doesn't matter but the 'truth' real moral is most important... :)
this is so true. i would like to share this in my blog if permitted. may i?
Sure no prob i have no issue with that..share as much as you can..a good think is for sharing..
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