Friday, October 28, 2011
Interesting article (Being a Spiritual Loser Pays Off)
This group of very professional publisher types who came from a different world seemed to love the non-academic approach. They laughed at my jokes, but seemed to resonate with someone who could admit to being a spiritual loser for most of his life, someone who could honestly admit it, and freely talk about it. ...(more)
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Isabelle@Library
Trying to get Isabelle back into habit of reading...
And when SG brought her to library recently, she will shop around for books, and of cos, DVDs!! Here's her checking out Wiggles DVD.
And when SG brought her to library recently, she will shop around for books, and of cos, DVDs!! Here's her checking out Wiggles DVD.
Friday, September 02, 2011
Molder of Dreams
by Clark Mollenhoff
Teachers …
You are the molders of their dreams,
the gods who build or crush
their young beliefs of right or wrong.
You are the spark that sets aflame the
poet's hand, or lights the flame
of some great singer's song.
You are the gods of the young, the very young.
You are the guardian of a million dreams.
Your every smile or frown can heal or pierce a heart.
Yours are a hundred lives, a thousand lives,
yours the pride of loving them, and the sorrow, too.
Your patient work, your touch, make you the gods of hope
who fill their souls with dreams
to make those dreams come true.
Excerpted from the Focus on the Family radio broadcast "Teacher of the Year" featuring Guy Doud. President Ronald Reagan read this poem to Doud when Doud received the 1986 National Teacher of the Year for the United States of America. Used with permission.
Teachers …
You are the molders of their dreams,
the gods who build or crush
their young beliefs of right or wrong.
You are the spark that sets aflame the
poet's hand, or lights the flame
of some great singer's song.
You are the gods of the young, the very young.
You are the guardian of a million dreams.
Your every smile or frown can heal or pierce a heart.
Yours are a hundred lives, a thousand lives,
yours the pride of loving them, and the sorrow, too.
Your patient work, your touch, make you the gods of hope
who fill their souls with dreams
to make those dreams come true.
Excerpted from the Focus on the Family radio broadcast "Teacher of the Year" featuring Guy Doud. President Ronald Reagan read this poem to Doud when Doud received the 1986 National Teacher of the Year for the United States of America. Used with permission.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Cebu
SG wants to go Cebu to dive.
But this is totally different...
But this is totally different...
The Bridge from Hope Church Singapore on Vimeo.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
An Interesting Funeral
http://www.actsweb.org/articles/article.php?i=802&d=2&c=6
Some time ago, a teacher in Decatur, Georgia, taught her fourth-grade students an invaluable lesson by conducting a funeral. She enthused her class because the funeral was to be conducted for an enemy--the "I can't" enemy.
"Each child was encouraged to list their 'I Can'ts': 'I can't do math.' 'I can't make any friends.' 'I can't hit a home run in softball.' 'I can't give a book report in front of the class,'" and so on.
When the teacher collected all the "I can't" lists, she put them in a box and took them with the class outside where they took turns in digging a grave. In her eulogy she said, "We have provided 'I Can't' with a final resting place and a headstone that contains his epitaph. He is survived by his brothers and sisters, 'I Can,' 'I Will,' and 'I'm Going to Right
Away.' May 'I Can't' rest in peace and may everyone present pick up their lives and move forward in his absence."
Some time ago, a teacher in Decatur, Georgia, taught her fourth-grade students an invaluable lesson by conducting a funeral. She enthused her class because the funeral was to be conducted for an enemy--the "I can't" enemy.
"Each child was encouraged to list their 'I Can'ts': 'I can't do math.' 'I can't make any friends.' 'I can't hit a home run in softball.' 'I can't give a book report in front of the class,'" and so on.
When the teacher collected all the "I can't" lists, she put them in a box and took them with the class outside where they took turns in digging a grave. In her eulogy she said, "We have provided 'I Can't' with a final resting place and a headstone that contains his epitaph. He is survived by his brothers and sisters, 'I Can,' 'I Will,' and 'I'm Going to Right
Away.' May 'I Can't' rest in peace and may everyone present pick up their lives and move forward in his absence."
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