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25/02/2025

28/01/2025

The snake bit the hen, and with the poison burning in her body, she sought refuge in her henhouse.

But the other hens preferred to expel her so that the poison would not spread.

The hen limped away, crying in pain. Not because of the bite, but because of the abandonment and contempt of her own family at the time when she needed them most.

So she left... burning with fever, dragging one of her legs, vulnerable to the cold nights.

With each step, a tear fell.

The hens in the henhouse watched her go away, watching her disappear on the horizon. Some said to each other:

— Let her go... She will die far from us.

And when the hen finally vanished into the immensity of the horizon, they were all sure that she had died.

Some even looked at the sky, hoping to see vultures flying.
Time passed.

Much later, a hummingbird came to the henhouse and announced:

— Your sister is alive! She lives in a cave far away from here.

She recovered, but lost a leg from the snake bite.
She has trouble finding food and needs your help.

There was silence. Then the excuses began:

— I can't go, I'm laying eggs...

— I can't go, I'm looking for corn...

— I can't go, I have to take care of my chicks...

So, one by one, they all refused the request. The hummingbird returned to the cave without help.

Time passed again.

Much later, the hummingbird returned, but this time with painful news:

— Your sister has passed away... She died alone in the cave... There is no one to bury her or mourn her.

At that moment, a weight fell on everyone. A deep lament filled the henhouse.

Those who were laying eggs stopped.

Those who were looking for corn left the seeds.

Those who were caring for the chicks forgot about them for a moment.

Regret hurt more than any poison. Why didn't we go before?, they asked themselves.

And without measuring the distance or the effort, they all set off for the cave, crying and lamenting. Now they had a reason to see her, but it was too late.

12/09/2024

22/03/2024

My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At full speed, without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.

When he arrived, unfortunately she was no longer with us.

During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.

That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death and guesses as to how and where she would be.

My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.

"Dad!" we replied, "it's 11 at night, we can't go to the cemetery right now!"

He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said: "Don't argue with me, please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years."

There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery. With a flashlight we reached her grave.

My father sat down, prayed, and told his children: "It was 55 years... you know? No one can really talk about true love if haven't done life with a person."

He paused and wiped his face.

"She and I, we were together in the good and in the bad." he continued. "When I changed jobs, we packed up when we sold the house and moved. We shared the joy of seeing our children become parents, together we mourned the departure of loved ones, we prayed together in the waiting room of some hospitals, we supported each other in pain, we hugged one another each day, and we forgave mistakes."

And then he paused and added, "Children, that's all gone and I'm happy tonight. Do you know why I'm happy? Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through that, and I thank God for that. I love her so much that I wouldn't have liked her to suffer..."

28/04/2023

Karena hidup tidaklah selalu mulus. Lebih baik mempersiapkan daripada tidak mempersiapkan

24/08/2022

Lihat orang posting kebahagiaan, dipikir dia pamer. Padahal ada pilihan untuk tersenyum, dan ikut bahagia buatnya...

Baca status orang sedih, dipikir dia caper. Padahal ada kesempatan bisa mengambil sikap empati, dan mencoba meletakkan diri di posisinya...

Ketemu friendlist yang rutin ngeshare ilmu sama nasihat, dipikir dia sok bijak.
Kaya yang udah paling bener di dunia aja. Padahal bisa memilih untuk merenungkan postingannya...

Mana tau dari satu dua yang ia tulis, adalah cara Tuhan menegur dengan halus atas kesalahan diri sendiri...

Ketemu sama orang yang prestatif dan rajin berbagi tips dan trik keberhasilannya, terus pandang dia sebagai orang yang sombong. Padahal ada kesempatan untuk termotivasi, kesempatan untuk belajar jadi punya prestasi dan tertular punya semangat yang sama sepertinya...

Kawan Online...
Jika semua yang melintas di hadapan terasa negatif, tidakkah kau curiga bahwa sesungguhnya masalahnya itu ada di pikiranmu dan di hatimu?
"ada kalanya kita gak s**a sama sikap dan cara berpikirnya, saat itu juga sebenarnya mengajarkan diri buat jaga sikap dn pola pikir kita.

Dari : Yang katanya sok bijak

04/09/2021

Kenapa orang membenci asuransi ? Karena tidak s**a membayar preminya.
Kenapa orang menyukai asuransi ? Karena risiko hidup sudah ada yang menanggung.
No worry anymore for anything u cant control