Stefy, Why do you love me?

Lady: Why do u like me? Why do u love me?
Man : I can't tell the reason... But I really like u...
Lady: U can't even tell me the reason... How can u say u like me? How can u say u love me?
Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love u.
Lady: Proof ? No! I want u to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her, but not u!
Man : OK...OK !!! Erm...because u are beautiful, because your voice is sweet, because u are caring, because u are loving, because u are thoughtful, because of your smile, because of your every movements...

Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and became
comma. The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content :

Dearest,

Because of your sweet voice that I love u...Now can u talk? No! Therefore I cannot love u.

Because of your care and concern then I like u... Now that u cannot show them, therefore I cannot love u.

Because of your smile, because of your every movements that I love u...
Now can u smile? Now can u move? No, therefore I cannot love u...

If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love u anymore. Do loves need a reason?

NO! Therefore, I still love u... And love doesn't need a reason...

"When loving someone... never regret what u do... only regret what you didn't do"
If God brings you to it...He will bring you through it..

Source: Touching & Inspiring Stories

Husband Mart is now open

A store that sells husbands has just opened in the city where a woman may go to choose a husband from among many men. The store is comprised of 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as the shopper ascends the flights.

There is,however, a catch. As you open the door to any floor you may choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot go back down except to exit the building.

So a woman goes to the shopping center to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men have jobs.
The woman reads the sign and says to herself, "Well, that's better than my last boyfriend,but I wonder what's further up?" So up she goes.
The second floor sign reads :

Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids.
The woman remarks to herself, "That's great, but I wonder what's further up?" And up she goes again. The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking.
"Hmmm, better" she says. "But I wonder what's upstairs?" The fourth floor sign reads:

Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking and help with the housework.
"Wow!" exclaims the woman, "very tempting. But, there must be more, further up!" And again she heads up another flight. The fifth floor sign reads:

Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak.
"Oh, mercy me! But just think... what must be awaiting me further on?" So up to the sixth floor she goes. The sixth floor sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 3,456,789,012 to this floor.
There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at Husband Mart and have a nice day!

Source: Touching & Inspiring Stories

My Christmas story

I am not sure how many people in the world have to wipe their tears when the Christmas day is approaching.

A child, in a cold weather of Amsterdam, could wipe his tears when he realised that he would not get any Christmas present from his mom, a single-parent mom, who worked as a dish-washer in a Chinese Restaurant.

A Chinese single-parent woman would wipe her tears when she knew that this year she had to see her only child secretly crying because there was no present for him. Moreover, her so-called husband, who happened to be her child’s father, was nowhere to be found.

A beggar would wander around the Chinese restaurant, or sometimes a bakery, to adore the food they have in the display or just to see a family dining out together. He would wipe his tears and hold his stomach, which had not yet been filled since two days ago.

Two elderly people, man and woman, who were ever called ‘Grandpa’ and ‘Grandma,’ sitting near the Christmas tree, holding presents, would wipe their tears. They were wondering where their grandchildren, sons and daughters were. They were forgotten.

Two children in the hot weather of Africa would notice no different between Christmas and non-Christmas day. They were sitting in front of their refugee camp, wipping their tears, and saying to each other, “I am hungry.”

A baby, lied on the cold floor, in one of the barracks in the province of Aceh, was not only wiping its tears; it was crying out loud. He would even know what Christmas supposed to mean; neither would thousand other people in this province.

I wiped my tears this morning, after reading e-mail from a family the Netherlands. I miss this family very much. Actually, I also miss the cold weather of Amsterdam. I miss wearing lots clothes underneath my winter coat and walking on the snow. I miss spending my Christmas night in this family’s house, watching cartoon ‘Snowman’ and playing with Emily, Hannah, and Tim, their kids.

One man, an old, unnoticed man that might sit on the back row in the church would possibly wipe his tears. He was seeing all the crowd and busy activities in the church. Some groups were preparing the show: drama, choir, and the band. Some would sit and discuss about the food they were going to serve after the service. Some people would just sit, gossiping, while waiting for the service to begin. Some would be busy fixing the decoration. When the band played the first song, no one seemed noticing or even caring. This old man was still sitting at the back row. No one had greeted him. No one noticed him. No one would even care to say ‘Hello’ to him. No one.

He stood up.
He walked slowly to approach the main door.
He was about to go.
He walked slowly, passing all the people with fancy dress and suit.
He walked.
He might have hoped to be greeted; but, still, no one ignored him.

He was in front of the building, when he heard a little voice called him.
“Sir! Where are you going? The church is about to start. You have to go inside.”
A little boy.
He walked back to come near to this little boy.
“Merry Christmas” said this old man. He shook this little boy’s hand and turned around to get going.
“Sir! Sir! Why do you have holes in your palm? Does it hurt?”
This old man smiled, just smiled.

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I am not sure how you are going to spend you Christmas, but Christmas is not about present. Nor is it about fancy dress, suit or accessories. It is not about celebrating it with partying and drinking champagne. It is about remembering, respecting, and having faith in what happened 2000 years ago, in a little town called Bethlehem, in an ugly, smelly manger, where a little baby boy slept peacefully.

Merry Christmas, friends.