Mother's Sacrifice

My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell... anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school.I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed.How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school..."Your mom only has one eye?!" and they taunted me.

I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, "Mom, why don't you have the other eye?! You're only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don't you just die?" My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time.

Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.

Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I'm living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom.

This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me "What?! Who's this?!" ...It was my mother...Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.

And I asked her, "Who are you? I don't know you!!!" as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her "How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!" And to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.

Then a wave of relief came upon me...one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.

She wrote:
My son...
I think my life has been long enough now. And... I won't visit Seoul anymore... but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school.... For you... I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.

You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so I gave you mine...I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me.' I miss the times when you were still young around me.

I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.
My world shattered!!!

Then I cried for the person who lived for me... My Mother

************ ********* *******

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Valentine's Day

In spite of what you have been told by everyone,
the truth is that Valentine's Day originated hundreds of years
ago, in India, and to top it all, in Punjab.

It is a well known fact that Punjabi men, continually mistreat and
disrespect their wives (Punjabans). One fine day, it happened to be the 14th
day of February, one brave Punjaban, having had enough "torture" by her
husband, finally chose to rebel by beating him up with a Velan (rolling
pin).

Yes....the same Velan which she used daily, to make chapattis for
him....only this time, instead of the dough, it was the husband who was
flattened.

This was a momentous occasion for all Punjaban women and a revolt soon
spread, like wild fire, with thousands of housewives beating up their
husbands with the Velan.

There was an outburst of moaning "chapatti-ed" husbands all over Jalandhar
and Ludhiana. The Punjabi men-folk quickly learnt their lesson and started
to
behave more respectfully with their Punjabans.

Thereafter, on 14th February, every year, the womenfolk of Punjab would
beat up their husbands, to commemorate that eventful day.The wives having
the satisfaction of beating up their husbands with the Velan and the men
having the supreme joy of submitting to the will of the women they loved.
Soon The Punjabi men realised that in order to avoid this ordeal they need
to present gifts to their wives....they brought flowers and sweetmeats.
Hence the tradition began.

*As Punjabis under the influence of Western culture, that day was
called 'Velan time' day.
*
The ritual soon spread to Britain and many other Western countries,
specifically, the catch words 'Velan time!'. Of course in their foreign
tongues, it was first anglisised to 'Velantime' and then to 'Valentine'.
And thereafter, 14th of February, came to be known as* Valentine's Day!*

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A boy in Big Bazar

Spend some time to read this! Really touching!

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping,

when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5
or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy
this doll.

Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Aunty, are you sure

I don't have enough money?''

I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough
money to buy



the dolll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his
hand. Finally,

I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much .

Iwanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY. I have to give the doll to my mommy so

that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God.

Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so

I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.

'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and

aid: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until

I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.

He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister

won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me,

but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.

' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again,

just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' 'OK' he said,

I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him
seeing and

we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some
spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!

' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before

I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll,

so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have

enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask

God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.

My mommy loves white roses.'

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.. Then I remembered a local news

paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who

hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl
died right away,

and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether

to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would

not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that

the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch

of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young

woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her
hand with the

photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still,

to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second,

a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

PLEASE DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.


Now you have 2 choices:

Forward this message & spread awareness

OR

Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us....
go ahead and delete this. For the rest of us.... pass this on.


THE VALUE OF A MAN OR WOMAN RESIDES IN WHAT HE OR SHE GIVES,

NOT IN WHAT HE OR SHE IS CAPABLE OF RECEIVING.

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A Mother's Secret

She was a beautiful young woman, just into her twenties. Happy, outgoing and extremely friendly, Kelly had no trouble making friends. She was little more than a year from completing college and her dream job would be awaiting when she finished. But now, for the first time in her life, things were in total disarray. Her boyfriend of several years had just broken off the relationship as he chose to take a job offer half way across the country. What he didn't know was that he would not only be leaving Kelly behind, but he would be leaving a daughter behind too.

Weeks before her boyfriend moved away, Kelly suspected she was pregnant, but didn't want to further disrupt things by saying anything. She knew that while she had loved her boyfriend, they would both be able to move on to independently forge happy and successful lives. After having confirmed her suspicions about being pregnant she took some time to contemplate. She had met with several doctors and finally decided it would be best to quietly end the pregnancy. A few weeks later, after having researched her options, she went in for an abortion and came out assured that she had made the right choice.

Kelly eventually got married and did in fact build a happy family. No one ever knew her secret, but it was best that way. At times she did think about the past and the daughter she almost had, but for the most part, life was good to Kelly. This afternoon, things changed.

Kelly was on her way to pick up her two teenagers from school when her car was side-swiped by a semi-trailer. No seatbelt or airbag was a match for the blunt force that likely killed her instantly. Kelly's story doesn't end here.

You see, 7 years ago Kelly had told friends and family that she had experienced something different during another mundane Sunday church service. She said for the first time she accepted what the Christian religion calls the "Gospel of Truth". Her acceptance of Jesus as her Savior and following repentance assured her that she would find herself in heaven when death came to her.

Today, death found Kelly and she indeed stands before God in heaven. It is her judgment day - a day in which we all must face God and answer to Him for our life on earth. For the first time, Kelly will look up and see the face of God the Father, with Jesus Christ sitting at his right hand side. At that moment, she will notice the face of an innocent young child who is sitting on Christ's knee. Kelly's secret was never truly hidden, and now her own daughter asks - "Why did you kill me mommy? Why didn't you choose to love and accept me the way God loves and accepts you?"

I don't know how Kelly responded to that piercing question. I can only imagine the surprise that baby girls' father will have when he dies and meets the daughter he never knew he had

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