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Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Are you sure you are appreciating the right way ?

Went over to hubbyboy's house today and he cooked for me ! ehehehe.
I was just sitting at the living room looking at him slave away with his sexy stomach.
Then his mummy came back and we had dinner together :) But this isnt what i want to blog
about today. What i want to blog is a story his mum handed out to me. I want you guys to read
and appreciate your parents. Might seems a little long but it isnt :)

This is a powerful message in our modern society. We seemed to have lost our bearings & our
sense of direction.

One, young, academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the first interview. The director who did the last interview, made the decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from secondary school until postgraduate research. He never had a year he did not score.

The director asked, "did you obtain any scholarships in school?" The youth answered "none".
The director asked, "Was it ur father who paid for ur school fees?".
The youth answered, "My father passed away when i was one yr old. It was my mother who paid for my school fees."

The director asked, "Where did ur mother work?"
The youth answered, "My mother worked as a clothes cleaner". The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, "Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"
The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books.Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me."

The director said, "I have a request. when u go back today, go and clean ur mother's hands and then see me tmr morning".

The youth felt happy that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to her son.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tears fell as he did that. It was the 1st time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled and that there were so many bruises on her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the 1st time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence & his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother & son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes and asked, "can u tell me what u did and learned yesterday in ur house?"
The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hands and also finished cleaning the remaining clothes".
The director asked, "Please tell me ur feelings."

The youth said, Number 1, i know the meaning of appreciation. Without my mother, there would not be the successful me today. Number 2, by working together & helping my mother, only now i realize how difficult & tough it is to get something done. Number 3, i have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, "this is what i'm looking for in my new manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. Son , you are hired."

Later on, this young person worked very hard, & received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.

A child, who has been over protected & habitually given whatever he/she wanted, would develop the entitlement mentality and would always put himself 1st. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts to work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would only blame others. this kind of person may be good academically & may be successful for a while, but eventually would not sense achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or destroying them?

You can let ur kids live in big house, eat good meals, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when u r cutting grass, please let him experience it. After a meal, let him wash plates and bowls together with his brothers & sisters. It is not because u do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because u want to love him the right way. You want him to understand, no matter how rich his parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young man. The most important thing is ur kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.

Phew! Finally done. Are you sure you are appreciating ur loved ones the right way?
After reading, sit back and think again =)
If you are, good job *applause to u*.
If you are not, you know what u have to do =)

PS : Look at my chatbox and you'll see someone named writer. s/he said i COPIED someone's else writing and took it as my OWN. At the beginning of the post i said i was HANDED out a story did i not ? Please read properly before you comment anything. I didnt said 'Oh hi this is MY story now did i?' The paper itself said 'good to pass it on', so i'm just passing it on for the benefits of readers. and its wrong ? yes, u wanna report me for plagiarism go ahead. because i don't think you'll see me say 'this is my story' =)

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for sharing the stories. Wish more people could have realized it.

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