ravn86

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.


Watch this please....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jydEAcf8tcA

Eg kjem att...

I ljose mildgrøne vårmorgoner
når sen-snøen brånar og bekken brusar
vårdiger ned efter slette berget.

Eg kjem att...

I sommarvinden som stryk ordlaust
nedover mjuk mose ifrå Sløtafjell.
og allting struttar evig grønt 
angande av ro.

Eg kjem att..

I høge haustdagar...
med himmlen kvelva isblå 
og klår øver frostfarga lyng
som lydig bur seg til den 
långe kvila

Eg kjem att...

I fykjande sno..sveipande kvit over
vang  og veg
med einsamme far efter ski
stilt på veg mot ukjend mål
i måneklåre natta

Eg kjem att...


Ravn 07

Några underbara dagar i fjällen förde oss even ut på en resa til Lærdal...
der finns värdens underbaraste lilla mini stad med gammla hus...Lærdalsøyri



På hemvägen måste man gjenom en rad med tunnlar ...ganska nya är dom...innan dom bygdes så fick man åka båt til Årdal ...det tog nestan 2 timmar...nu kör man tunllarna  på 30 min!

Den första tunnlen er den lengsta ...nestan en mil lång om jag minns rätt!
Bara vi i den...möter inga bilar...och inga ligger bakom oss.
Midt inne i tunnlen hör vi plötsligt ljudet av en stor långtradare...han kommer bakom oss
låter det som ...och han kör fort.
Vi hör hur han far forbi oss...det är bara det att det finns ingen bil där!!
Tunnlen är tom!  Det finns bara vi där!

Vi tittar på varann...så säger jag.."Du...hörde du långtradaren?"
Han ser på mig..."Oi...så du hörde den med vad?"
Tysta ser vi på varann...wtf

På hemvägen diskuterar vi vad vi hört...kan det va en til tunnel inntil den vi körde?
Men vi vet båda att så är det inte....

Wierd....

Om kvälden i baren på hotellet...jag dricker cognac och pratar med bartendaren...
Sen frågar jag honom om Lærdalstunnlen...om han nånsen kört den..
Han säger att sure det har han....och frågar varför jag undrar det?

Så jag tar mod til mig och berettar vad vi hörde ...då skrattar han ...och blinkar til mig
Jaha...tenker jag...han tror jag är galen!

Men så säger han...."Långtradarljudet är en gimmick ....dom lagt inn den för att man inte ska somna
inne i tunnlen! Den spelas upp lite då och då at random....så man hör den inte varje gång
man kör den...han skrattar...

Och jag...jo, jag blev faktisk ganska besviken... :(