Today I decided to just simply post this pic because of one simple reason...I'm proud...yes I am proud... I'm a Youth for Christ and having your pic in the center and focused this well in the official website of the Youth for Christ would really make you proud. (Thats me pointing up in the middle.wearing black.)
Oh no,dont define what im doing now as being boastful...Im just proud, and there is nothing wrong with being proud.Its our God-given right of being proud. The way Nelson Mandela states it...
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are we NOT to be? You are children of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us.
This is the beauty of faith. Im posting this coz im proud that ive been placed in a pedestal because of my faith to God. Our God is an Awesome God... who am I to be ashamed of it.
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Grabbed from Gemini Encounter it brightened up my day.so I decided not to be selfish and share it to everyone else. ^^ (gabby, pa grab ng story ha.tnx.)
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Quite a twisted week this is. This week was full of wisdom. It started out normal and tiring. 
