中港物流,迷你存倉

In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster,

But in front of the person you like, you get happy.

In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring.

But in front of ther person you like, winter is just beautiful winter.

If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush,

But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile

In front of the person you love, you can’t say everything on your mind,

But in front of the person you like, you can.

In front of the person you like, you can show your own self.

The person you love comes into your mind every two minutes,

You can’t look straight into the eyes of the one you love,

But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.

When the one you love is crying, you cry with them,

But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.

The feeling of love starts from the eye,

And the feeling of like starts from the ear.

So if you stop liking a person you used to like,

All you need to do is to cover your ears.

But if you try to close your eyes,

Love turns into a teardrop and remains in your heart forever after.

The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it enjoins us to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. The Rabbit of old put it this way:” A man comes to this world with his fist clenched, but when he dies, his hand is open.”

Surely we ought to hold fast to life, for it is wondrous, and full of a beauty that breaks through every pore of God own each. We know that this is so, but all too often we recognize this truth only in our backward glance when we remember what was and then suddenly realize that it is no more.

We remember a beauty that faded, a love that waned. But we remember with far greater pain that we did not see that beauty when it flowered, that we failed to respond with love when it was tendered.

A recent experience re-taught me this troth. I was hospitalized following a severe heart attack and had been in intensive care for several days. It was not a pleasant place.

One morning, I had to have some additional tests. The required machines were located in a building at the opposite end of the hospital, so I had to be wheeled across the courtyard on a gurney.

As we emerged from our unit, the sunlight his me. That’s all there was to my experience. Just the light of the sun. And yet how beautiful it was- how warming, how sparking, how brilliant! I looked to se whether anyone else relished the sun’s golden glow, but everyone was hurrying to and fro, most with eyes fixed on the ground. Then I remembered how often I, too, had been indifferent to the grandeur of each day, too preoccupied petty and sometimes even mean concerns to respond from that experience is really as commonplace as was the experience itself: life’s gift are gracious-but we are too heedless of them.

My husband is an engineer. Since the day we met, he has always been the rock in my life. I know he had his feet firmly planted on the ground, and it seemed that no matter what else went crazy, he would be the one constant.

Three years of romance and two years of marriage later, I tired of him. He is the most unromantic man I know. He never bought me flowers, he never surprised me, and nothing had changed in our marriage.

After some time, I finally found the courage to tell him that I wanted out. He just sat there, speechless. My heart froze: what kind of man was I married to who didn’t even know what to say to make me stay? After a while, he spoke. “What can I do to change your mind?”

“I will stay if you can give me a good answer to this question,” I replied coldly. “If I asked for a flower that grew on a cliff, and you knew that getting it for me meant certain death, would you still get it for me?”

His face grew troubled. “Can I give you the answer tomorrow morning?” with that, my heart sank. I knew that I could never be happy with a man who couldn’t even give me an answer straight away.

The next morning, when I woke up, he was missing. In the living room, under a warm glass of milk, was a note. My eyes grew misty as I read it.

“Dear, I have my answer. I will never pick the flower for you if it meant certain death.

But before you leave, I hope you will give me a chance to give you my reasons.

You always sit in front of the computer and type the whole day. But you always end up in tears because your format goes all over the place. I need my fingers to do the formatting for you, so that your tears will become smiles.

You like to travel but always get lost. I need my eyes to take you to the nicest places on earth. Every time you leave the house, you forget your keys. I need my legs to run home and open the door for you.

You never know how to take care of yourself. I need my hands to help you get rid of the pesky white hair you hate so much when you grow old, to trim your nails and to feed you.

So you see, that’s why I cannot pick the flower for you. Until I find someone who loves you more than I do, I will need my body to take care of you.

If you accept my reasons, then open the door and I will be waiting with you favorite muffin.”

With tears streaming from my eyes, I opened the door. And there he was with an extremely worried look on his face. He still had nothing to say; he just stood there, waving the packet he had in his hand in front of me.

I knew then that I would never find another man who will love me as much as my husband does.

Zack is a young boy, he is at a very rebellious age of 15, before that he was widely considered a good boy in school and mothers’ eyes.

Lately, he’s been act abnormal. First, he tries to challenge her mother for more spending money. Second, he always locked himself in his bedroom or bath room for a long time. Third, he is got suspended in school for beat a security guard.

Zack’s mother Sarah is a particular housewife who has been strict to her two kids. Yesterday, Sarah was cleaning up Zack’s room found a tiny little paper ball. Immediately, she can sense her son did something bad. She glanced nervously at the paper ball for a while, her hands started to shiver. Sarah felt impact by an intuition. She tried to adjust her mind and stay in positive.

She unfolded the wrapped paper slowly and carefully. There are some white powders in it, and it firmly proved that she was right with her intuition. It’s marijuana! 

Sarah furious with anger, she went through Zack’s entire room and found a key well placed in a pen box. It’s obvious a school mini-storage key. She stayed in motionless for just few seconds. The next thing is very clear for she’s going to do. Sarah took the key and stormed out of house.

 Soon, she arrived at school’s mini-storage and quickly found her son’s locker. On the locker door, some nasty pictures are sticking on. She opened the door, there are sport clothes and shoes are bundled in. She looked through those clothes and found the some same paper balls with marijuana. Sarah didn’t took the marijuana away, she put them back in the sport cloth pocket and locked the door then left the storage.

 This morning, Sarah get a call from schoolmaster, the schoolmaster told Sarah, her son is going sent to the boot camp for found marijuana trafficking.  

A long time ago, there was a big apple tree. A little boy loved to play with it every day. He climbed on the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the tree shadow … They both loved to play with each other. Time flies … the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.
　　 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 with trees anymore.” The boy replied, “I want some toys. I need money to buy them.” “Sorry, but I don t have money … but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money to buy toys.” 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 and waited for him coming back.
　　One day, the boy returned and the tree was very excited. “Come and play with me! “The tree said. “I don’t have time to play. I have to build my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?”     
    “Sorry, but I don’t have a house. But you can cut my branches to build your house.” So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad but it was still waiting for the boy coming back.
　　One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. “Come and play with me!” the tree said.  “I am sad and not in the mood, 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.
　　One day, 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 don t 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 I have 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, I just want to settle down,” the boy replied. “Good! The old tree roots would be the best place to lean on and rest. Come sit down with me and rest.” The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears …
　　This is a story of real life. The tree is our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad …When we grew up, we leave them and only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they can to make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that’s how all of us are treating our parents. Please be enlightened by this story and love your parents! Because of one day we will be parents too.

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by3.

　　The employer was sorry to see his good worker go, in instead some thankful words express his appreciation, he asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor before his leave. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was obviously to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.

　　When the carpenter finished the house and the employer came to inspect the house and handed a key to the carpenter. “This is your house,” he said, “it’s my gift to you.”

　　What a shock! What a shame! If he had known he was building his own house, he would have done it all for his best. Now he had to live in the home he had built none too well.

　　The story reflected some of us. We build our lives in a distracted way, reacting rather than acting, willing to put up less than the best. At important points we do not give the job with the best effort. Then with a shock we look at the situation we have created and find that we are now living in the house we have built. If we had realized, we would have done it in best way.

　　Think about yourself as the carpenter. Think about your house. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Build wisely. It is the only life you will ever build. Even if you live it for only one day more, that day deserves to be lived graciously and with dignity. The plaque on the wall says, “Life is a do-it-yourself project.” Who could say it more clearly? Your life for tomorrow will be the result from your attitudes and the choices you make today.