Igår kväll var jag på en nyårsfest som är en av de bästa upplevelser jag haft! Anledningen till det är att jag inte kände mer än en person på festen, ellerk kände är väl fel sagt, men vi träffades på en föreläsning, gick tillsammans till T-banan efteråt och sedan skickade hennes dotter mig en inbjudan till denna nyårsfest :)

Vi var ca 50 pers, vi åt en jättegod buffé, de flesta var också troende (vilket jag inte visste innan, så det blev en extrabonus) och festen var helt alkoholfri (YESSSS) och jag kunde därför prata med alla även efter middan för det fanns inga fulla människor där :)

Och att bli inbjuden till en fest där ålder och landstillhörighet etc inte existerar, ja bara det gör den speciell! 

Tänk dig bara att jag kom dit vid 18-tiden och åkte inte hem förrän klockan var runt 3-4 på morgonen, så jag har ganska nyligen vaknat :)

Det jag vill säga är att jag önskar att alla människor får vara med om en så skön, avslappnad och fantastiskt kul fest som det här var!!! Det var en upplevelse utöver det vanliga faktiskt... bara tanken att få träffa helt nya människor, prata, skratta, umgås mm etc osv... ja det önskar jag alla!!!

Och därför lägger jag ut en text från min kära Kanadamoster som återigen skickat mig något riktigt vackert och det passar så bra in på både gårdagens fest, men som också passar så underbart bra att ta med sig in i detta nya år som är så fyllt av möjligheter, möjligheter som bara väntar där på oss... Så... Ta för dig av allt det goda i livet, älska och bli älskad!!!

Här är den fina texten/berättelsen:

 Too Busy for a Friend.....

               One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of 
the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space 
between each name.

               Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could 
say about each of their classmates and write it down.

               It took the remainder of the class period to finish their 
assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the 
papers.

               That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each 
student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said

about that individual.

               On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before 
long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never 
knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me 
so much,' were most of the comments.

               No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never

knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't

matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy 
with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

               Several years later, one of the students was killed in

               Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special

student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He 
looked so handsome, so mature.

               The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who

loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to 
bless the coffin.

               As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as 
pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She 
nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

                After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went 
together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously 
waiting to speak with his teacher.

                'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a 
wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We 
thought you might recognize it.'

                Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces 
of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many 
times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on 
which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said 
about him.

                'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As

you can see, Mark treasured it.'

               All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. 
Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in 
the top drawer of my desk at home.'

               Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding

album.'

               'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

               Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, 
took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I 
carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash,
she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

               That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She 
cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

               The density of people in society is so thick that we forget 
that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

               So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they 
are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

               

And One Way

To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. 
If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful 
opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.

                If you've received this, it is because someone cares for 
you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.

                If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to
forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do 
that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?

               The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be 
at reaching out to those you care about.

               Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives
of others comes back into your own.

 

Lou

1 januari 2012 14:04

Vad fint Stig! Blev så glad i hjärtat av att läsa ditt inlägg. Ska dela med mig av den fina historien. kram

Stig Olsson

1 januari 2012 17:29

Tack, det är så kul att kunna sprida så fina berättelser! :)

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