I didn’t know at the time that this was going to be the most romantic thing my wife said I ever did for her. I consider myself a romantic, and this was certainly romantic, but I thought other things I did would have been more romantic. Especially since I love writing short love poems and love words. I love doing romantic things for my wife.
But moving my wife’s stuff (my girlfriend then) to her new house I didn’t know would top everything else. What makes my wife feel appreciated above all else is service. Taking care of the practical things. Making sure everything is handled. Only then can she relax.
And all these love poems, surprises, romantic pictures and writings don’t hold a hand to performing service for her and making sure the practical things are handled. Only after those things are handled can she appreciate short love poems and romantic messages.
My wife recently told me that she does enjoy all the romantic things that I do. She appreciates the love poems. She appreciates the surprises. She does love the romantic things. But if I didn’t serve her and take care of everything else, then anything romantic would only make the situation worse. But if I handle everything first, then the romantic poems become the cherry on top in our relationship. So if you want to have a wonderful relationship with your spouse and write poems that will mean a lot to her, make sure you take care of everything else first. Without further adieu, here is a romantic love poem for my wife:
Paying Attention to You
I can get lost in the romance
Of planning the perfect surprise
And writing the perfect short love poem
Only to miss the mark of loving you
When I forget to take care of everything else
When I drop the ball in logistical matters
I must always remember how to love you
By serving your heart in a practical way
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
It's A Wonderful Feelings Loving Someone
It's a wonderful feelings loving someone and feeling worst when things do not workout right. You die inside and you also wish you'll be able to turn back time, just to realize that it's far too late for a second chance.You ask forgiveness, while he pretend not to hear. You're wishing for the second chance and wishing things still the same, but everything has change and also the feeling is hurt. You wish you are able to relieve the pain he feels but he decided to just allow you to go and never glimpse back,he rather be alone than have you and never consider that second chance of loving you back again.Both of you allow the time goes by, wishing you will soon forget, just to realize in the long run that you can never love anybody else just as much as you've love him. The saddest part of life is loving someone that used to love you.So why do we choose to let it go, no matter of how much we cared and love that person, we choose to handle the pain of being alone instead having the person you love. Why it's so difficult to forgive and that we choose never to forget? Real love never gives up, it certainly not judge, and love understand. Love hear the heart, mind gives no reason and never ask why, for just the heart can convey just what the mind can not.Although love never truly gone, it simply stood there in the corner of your heart, yearning, anticipating second chance, second chance which he shall learn to forgive and consider the chance of staying with you again.One of the most wonderful feeling to have, is it being with someone that you cannot live with out. The most wonderful is spending your entire life with each other. Love while you live, forgive while you can and stay with this person you adore, instead of being sorry in the long run!
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Love Is Like All Other Things In Life
The story of love begins in the heart it is a feeling that cannot be defined. It is a word that calls for action on the part of someone to express their feelings. Whether it is a husband, boy friend, lover, boss, friend or their children. When a lady receives fresh roses they will make her day special. From the biggest city to the most remote part of the world the appreciation of love is expressed in a rose.
Roses bring joy to the lady who receives them regardless of the occasion. Children show their mother that they love and respect her through the gift of a bouquet of roses. This expression of love says to their mom, we appreciate you and all the love you have given to us. The memory of this act of heart felt love will lift her spirits and keep her forever young.
I believe that Adam brought Eve a rose every morning in the garden of Eden. That Romeo showed his love for Juliet with a rose every time he went to see her. From the beginning of time in all cultures man has expressed his love with flowers. I believe that after the Caveman found out that the knock on the head did not ease her wrath, that he gave roses. When the Spartans returned from battle they brought fresh roses for their lovers.
Love is like all other things in life if we are not going forward with it then we are going backward. Love is like any other fire it must be fed to stay alive. If we do not feed the flames of fire we call love it will soon be dead. That is why gift giving is so important to maintaining the life of love. Roses are the key to keeping any lady in a good mood. Roses come in all colors and can be used to brighten up any room or decoration.
Women are more emotional then men. They have a deeper understanding and in reality are smarter then we men are. That is why her mood is so important to a happy family life. Fresh roses they will make her day special.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Do you get the love ?
What is love? It’s a eternal topic for the mankind! Someone find it by heart, but it just around the corner. A popular saying goes: As decreed by providence you have met him; otherwise you might have failed although you traveled a long way. To some love is friendship, sent on fore for others! Maybe love is just like the luck, you have to go all the possible ways to find it. No matter how you define it or feel it in your heart, love is the eternal truth in the history of the mankind whether in the past, present or future.
Love need to be patience. Girls have habits to complaint about everything, especially in a bad mood or even get angry about you! You should not quarrel with her, instead, you should be patient to make her funny until she laugh. Life filled with difficulties and setbacks, sadness, what it make you two together? That’s love!love make you filled with confident to overcome all the difficulties and step into marriage by hand-in-hand.Love is patient, love is kind. It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. It rejoices over the evil and is the truth seeker. Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life. Always stand steadfast in love, not fall into it. It is like the dream of your matter of affection coming true. Love can occur between two or more individuals. It bonds them and connects them in a unified link of trust, intimacy and interdependence.
.Love is to forgiveness! All men are apt to make mistakes but saint. So don’t scold her every mistakes she make. I am sure she also very unhappy when she know it. She need your encourage, your praize and most important things is forgiveness! Maybe they are all little things, innocuously. She just like a child to wait your forgiveness anxiety. Love is each other, I am sure you won’t do like that because you love her.Love is romantic. All girls love romantic things and she need it in her life. A surprise or candlelight dinner is ok. Life just like a glass of water, wateriness and sameness. But you cannot let your love like the water. It should full of romantic and surprise, which is keep your love fresh.
Love is trusting. You two cannot suspect or doubt he or she is close to heterosexual or did he or she do excuse me things? Distrust can destroy your relationship, especially for the love birds in two different places. Seeing is not believing! And should not listen others about the malicious. What is the essence of love? Trusting, tolerance and respect.
Love is respect, everyone have own secrets. Maybe she or he wants to keep them forever. At that time, you should not peer her or his secrets. If she or he found you do like that, it’s time to break up! This is a seriously problems between love birds! Do you ever hear that curiosity killed the cat.
Do you get the love like that?
Love need to be patience. Girls have habits to complaint about everything, especially in a bad mood or even get angry about you! You should not quarrel with her, instead, you should be patient to make her funny until she laugh. Life filled with difficulties and setbacks, sadness, what it make you two together? That’s love!love make you filled with confident to overcome all the difficulties and step into marriage by hand-in-hand.Love is patient, love is kind. It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. It rejoices over the evil and is the truth seeker. Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life. Always stand steadfast in love, not fall into it. It is like the dream of your matter of affection coming true. Love can occur between two or more individuals. It bonds them and connects them in a unified link of trust, intimacy and interdependence.
.Love is to forgiveness! All men are apt to make mistakes but saint. So don’t scold her every mistakes she make. I am sure she also very unhappy when she know it. She need your encourage, your praize and most important things is forgiveness! Maybe they are all little things, innocuously. She just like a child to wait your forgiveness anxiety. Love is each other, I am sure you won’t do like that because you love her.Love is romantic. All girls love romantic things and she need it in her life. A surprise or candlelight dinner is ok. Life just like a glass of water, wateriness and sameness. But you cannot let your love like the water. It should full of romantic and surprise, which is keep your love fresh.
Love is trusting. You two cannot suspect or doubt he or she is close to heterosexual or did he or she do excuse me things? Distrust can destroy your relationship, especially for the love birds in two different places. Seeing is not believing! And should not listen others about the malicious. What is the essence of love? Trusting, tolerance and respect.
Love is respect, everyone have own secrets. Maybe she or he wants to keep them forever. At that time, you should not peer her or his secrets. If she or he found you do like that, it’s time to break up! This is a seriously problems between love birds! Do you ever hear that curiosity killed the cat.
Do you get the love like that?
Thursday, November 10, 2011
The Kiss of Love And Death
The Two of Grails or Cups is the card everyone is looking for in a love reading. It's the one says true love is either here on its way. It's the perfect union of opposites, the blending of the masculine and feminine, which is true on some level, whether it occurs between those of the opposite sex or those of the same. It can also apply to any sort of partnership, but it's usually about love.
The vampire's kiss seals a couple in eternal union. It is a kiss of both love and death. The death part is death of the ego, a requirement for a lasting and loving union to take place. And that's the scary part, isn't it? Sacrificing something of the "I" for the "we".
I recently spoke to a friend who, like me, is single and who, like me, was always cool about staying that way. But she's recently changed her mind about that and it's got me thinking as to where I stand these days.
And I guess I've decided that I want an insta-love. One you can just add water to and you're there...past all the worries, fears and nerves, right in the pocket of a solid, secure relationship. And I also want us to maintain separate residences. Happily. With a perfectly satisfying sex life.
Which is to say, I'm not quite ready yet.
It has been a long time since I've been in love. There have been a number of false starts along the way. I'd like to believe I'll take the kiss of life and death again, but based on past results, the pleasure's not worth the price of the pain for me. I realize it's not always painful. And that when you find an appropriate partner, the pleasure is interspersed more with annoyances than pain. But every time I start thinking of wanting to go down that road, I wince a little.
And to be honest, I sometimes wonder if there's something wrong with me. Everyone else seems to manage it. I know that "managing it" is often an illusion. And so sometimes I also think I'm the smart one and everyone else is just fooling themselves.
It's not like I'm devoid of love in my life. I really can't imagine a happier, more harmonious family than the Kizzie/Magick/Mommy family. We got a good thing going and all I can think of is that if someone's going to enter my life, they'd better add to that, rather than take me away from it.
So I'm just not there. I like the balance I've reached as a single person. I love my little family, the life I lead and my friends. And while I sometimes wish for romance and ALWAYS dream of having a little help around the house and in the yard and whatnot...haha...the tradeoffs for being single are still more attractive to me than the tradeoffs of being coupled.
BUT if you know sexy, funny, handsome, professional, adventurous sextagenarian in the Washington, DC area who is looking for a long-term love, I wouldn't mind playing matchmaker for my friend. He better be something special though.
The vampire's kiss seals a couple in eternal union. It is a kiss of both love and death. The death part is death of the ego, a requirement for a lasting and loving union to take place. And that's the scary part, isn't it? Sacrificing something of the "I" for the "we".
I recently spoke to a friend who, like me, is single and who, like me, was always cool about staying that way. But she's recently changed her mind about that and it's got me thinking as to where I stand these days.
And I guess I've decided that I want an insta-love. One you can just add water to and you're there...past all the worries, fears and nerves, right in the pocket of a solid, secure relationship. And I also want us to maintain separate residences. Happily. With a perfectly satisfying sex life.
Which is to say, I'm not quite ready yet.
It has been a long time since I've been in love. There have been a number of false starts along the way. I'd like to believe I'll take the kiss of life and death again, but based on past results, the pleasure's not worth the price of the pain for me. I realize it's not always painful. And that when you find an appropriate partner, the pleasure is interspersed more with annoyances than pain. But every time I start thinking of wanting to go down that road, I wince a little.
And to be honest, I sometimes wonder if there's something wrong with me. Everyone else seems to manage it. I know that "managing it" is often an illusion. And so sometimes I also think I'm the smart one and everyone else is just fooling themselves.
It's not like I'm devoid of love in my life. I really can't imagine a happier, more harmonious family than the Kizzie/Magick/Mommy family. We got a good thing going and all I can think of is that if someone's going to enter my life, they'd better add to that, rather than take me away from it.
So I'm just not there. I like the balance I've reached as a single person. I love my little family, the life I lead and my friends. And while I sometimes wish for romance and ALWAYS dream of having a little help around the house and in the yard and whatnot...haha...the tradeoffs for being single are still more attractive to me than the tradeoffs of being coupled.
BUT if you know sexy, funny, handsome, professional, adventurous sextagenarian in the Washington, DC area who is looking for a long-term love, I wouldn't mind playing matchmaker for my friend. He better be something special though.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Live in Love
John concludes the previous section of this letter in verse 10 by saying, “This is how we know who are the children of God, and who are the children of the Devil: anyone who does not practice righteousness is not of God”—which restates what he’s already said in verses 7-8; but then he adds to it: “nor is anyone who does not love their brother and sister. For,” he continues, launching into this next part of his argument, “this is just what you’ve heard all the way along: we should love one another.” This is the standard by which our relationships with other people should be measured, this is what our lives should look like, this is the sign that the love of God is in us: do we live out his love to the people around us?
The problem, of course, is that this isn’t like math—you can’t measure it or plot it on a graph to prove that you love someone (or don’t, as the case may be). As we’ve talked about, we can’t just take people’s statements about love at face value—not even our own—because human beings use the word “love” in some pretty slippery ways. Benjamin Franklin wrote in his autobiography, “So convenient a thing it is to be a reasonable creature, since it enables one to find or make a reason for everything one has a mind to do,” and the world “love” is all too easy to use for that purpose. We recognize that it has power, and so there’s a great temptation to seize that power to use against others for our own purposes, to get what we want. Biblically, though, that’s the exact opposite of love, which is not about getting, but giving; the demands of love are directed not at each other, but at ourselves.
Thus John gives us first the negative example of Cain—an extreme example, as one who literally physically murdered his brother, but one who in that very extremity offers a powerful illustration of the problem. Why did Cain kill his brother? We saw this last year when we worked through Genesis—Cain was all about Cain. He didn’t give God the best of his crops, just what he felt like giving; and when God favored his younger brother because Abel did give God his best, Cain grew angry and bitter. Instead of accepting God’s rebuke and admitting his sin, he blamed it all on his brother. He put himself ahead of his brother, which led him to see Abel as a rival and a threat; as a result, he came to hate him, and ultimately to kill him.
By contrast to Cain, we also have the positive example of Jesus—also an extreme example, as of course he was God and therefore perfect, which makes him the perfect illustration of love. How do we know what love is? Jesus died on the cross for us. What does it mean for us to love others? Go and do likewise.
Now, as John goes on to say, this doesn’t mean that we all need to lay down our lives for others in the exact same way as Jesus did; for one thing, we can’t because we’re not him, and for another, that’s not what people need from us. As James Denney put it in his book The Death of Christ, “If I were sitting on the end of the pier on a summer day enjoying the sunshine and the air, and some one came along and jumped into the water and got drowned ‘to prove his love for me,’ I should find it quite unintelligible.” I might need love, but such an act would do nothing for me. But, he continues, “if I had fallen over the pier and were drowning,” and someone jumped in and saved my life at the cost of their own—“then I should say, ‘Greater love hath no man than this,’” because then I would understand the sacrifice that was made for me. I. Howard Marshall sums it up this way: “Love means saying ‘No’ to one’s own life so that somebody else may live.”
Note this: what we see most clearly in Jesus’ way of dying is also his way of living, and the way in which he calls us to live. Living out his love means, day by day, saying “No” to ourselves and our desires so that we can say “Yes” to meeting the needs of others. If we see others in need and harden our hearts against them, lest pity move us to sacrifice some of our comfort to help them meet their needs, then the love of God is not in us. I don’t agree with the Occupy Wall Street movement as a matter of economic policy, but I do believe there’s a moral intuition here which we must take seriously: I think most people in this country perceive that the very rich don’t care tuppence about them, and I think for the most part, they’re pretty much right. As it happens, experience has taught me that the exact same thing is probably true of most of them, and if they were suddenly hugely rich they’d be no better, so I don’t think their high horse has any legs to stand on; but that doesn’t make their insight false, just truer than most of us would like to admit.
Does this mean that we must give to anyone who asks, or that we must give them whatever they want? No; again, we aren’t Jesus, we aren’t God, so we don’t have the ability to give so much to so many. It is not given to us to meet every need we see; we are far more limited than that, and we must begin by taking care of those closest to us before we seek to provide for people outside that circle. Then too, not everyone who claims to be in need is trustworthy, and I don’t see anything in the gospel that necessarily makes a virtue of being cheated. There are prudential decisions here, of whom we can truly help, and how, and how much. But it is to say this: love changes our priorities. Love isn’t about getting what we want, it’s about giving others what they need. Love seeks first to bless others, not to bless ourselves.
And you know, maybe we can’t apply that with mathematical precision, but this is a standard we can use to evaluate ourselves. When we look at how we spend our time and what we do with our money, what do we see? Do we only give when it doesn’t cost us anything, when we really don’t have to give anything up? If I go home, and I’m tired, and Sara’s tired, and the kids are squirrely, and I go off in a corner and do whatever I feel like while she’s trying to make dinner and manage four kids and keep herself together emotionally, do I love my wife? Not at that moment, I don’t. If I decide that I don’t want to give my tithe to the church this month, that I’m going to keep that money and buy a flatscreen TV, do I love the church? Not with my actions. If I see a friend in need—it doesn’t have to be financial; it could just as well be emotional or spiritual—if I see a friend in need and choose to look the other way because I want to keep my time, my energy, my money, for myself, do I really love them? Not in any way that matters.
And if I do these things, if I choose to spend my money, my time, and my energy on my own pleasure and my own satisfaction, can I say that the love of God is in me? No, I can’t. But if I live my life as an ongoing offering to God—recognizing that he has given me all the time I have, all the energy I have, all the money and possessions I have, and that he gave them to me so that I might use them to love and bless the people he has given to me, and those he sends across my path—if I desire to please him and to bless him by blessing other people, to respond to his love and live in his love by loving others and giving them what best I can, then I can say, yes, this is the love of God in me; this is what it looks like. I’m not all the way there yet, but by God’s grace, by his love, by the power of his Holy Spirit within me, I trust he’ll get me there. May it be so for all of us.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Between our passionate in autumn
At the beginning of the month, doing nothing. I went to his sister's house -- a beautiful and quiet small village. Where the air is so fresh and charming, where the accent is so kind and warm, where the poultry is also so cheerful cute, let us be overcome by one's feelings long residence in the town of deeply in love with this fairyland.
Remember the night, my sister and me out of the house, the casual look, let me see the stars. It stars as in my head, just reach out to touch their psychic stars. Standing in the autumn night long I, can't help be this deep and brilliant stars shock. The autumn wind blowing gently, sometimes came the farmhouse small courtyard barking, can also be heard in the darkness, well into sleep, but due to congestion and verbal sound birds. I stood quietly in the sister's garden, listening to the murmur of the wind, smile poultry whisper, and the blue-black mountains make the most clear, the most direct dialogue between hearts.
Farm life is simple, and it is also the most hard. A day midday, sister took us several go climbing. All the way from time to time to see still in the field under the scorching sun crafts people, the golden autumn landscape in our turn a col panoramic view. Roadside trees tall and straight, guarding the clean sand avenue. On both sides of the road, is the stretch through the far field. Corn has been down in the fields such as weather, only slightly better, farmers must take them back home. Not far from the flaming red one palm and the back of the hand, is mentioned in the text -- red sorghum. They are playful, field edge pull a spike sorghum, hanging around the ears, let me to photograph. O ( O ~, and _ ), we believe, not to destroy yo. The reason for this is to tell the two naughty boy say yo.
Like the small village of quiet and pure love, where natural groundwater, like there to entertain the pastoral life, also like sister then warm Kang, lying on the Kang, stretch tired muscles, the love feeling, but the other did not.
A few days later left that day, I looked out of the window in the morning mountains, green trees, the heart has a little reluctant. ( * V *) well, goodbye, once the dream mountain; goodbye, my dream tree. Given the chance, I will come again. The simple happiness, I will go.
In October, the autumn season, is also a sad autumn season. To me, do not want too much rendering memories of the shadow, but the scene on the hometown scenery was again came into my sight, also fell into my heart, for a long time refused to leave. Is before my several years of hometown feeling, also in this season, quietly out of the memory of water.
Home of the five pieces of maple, are you okay? Thought I did not have twelve years to go back to see you, you also remember me this from home? Come twelve this years, rush about in the town I, never forget you, just do not dare to take your pick up from memory. I am afraid, afraid of perceptual I in the dark again sad, so sad over the years, never away from me. Not that I do not thank your blessings, not your family is not good for me, but in his heart of hearts that inexplicable sorrow, always inadvertently moment to visit me. I know, this life I have loved my splendor, with intimate partners and two Li, there are blood sisters, more naughty but also understanding of the palm and the back of the hand, with which I am happy, happy. So, sometimes sentimental, sometimes low mood, is when I give myself a little vacation. As long as it doesn't affect my love heart, please allow me occasionally sad time, okay?
Is my dream of the Shangri-La ah, you leave me be close by., but also like far in the horizon. Miss you, every year in the fall, I can have feelings. Dream of you, also is the annual autumn night, I can't smile look scenery. Homeland hometown Pavilion, five maple, hometown of sand road, home school, country houses, are you ok? I really miss you, I miss you! You never thought I this from home?
Remember the night, my sister and me out of the house, the casual look, let me see the stars. It stars as in my head, just reach out to touch their psychic stars. Standing in the autumn night long I, can't help be this deep and brilliant stars shock. The autumn wind blowing gently, sometimes came the farmhouse small courtyard barking, can also be heard in the darkness, well into sleep, but due to congestion and verbal sound birds. I stood quietly in the sister's garden, listening to the murmur of the wind, smile poultry whisper, and the blue-black mountains make the most clear, the most direct dialogue between hearts.
Farm life is simple, and it is also the most hard. A day midday, sister took us several go climbing. All the way from time to time to see still in the field under the scorching sun crafts people, the golden autumn landscape in our turn a col panoramic view. Roadside trees tall and straight, guarding the clean sand avenue. On both sides of the road, is the stretch through the far field. Corn has been down in the fields such as weather, only slightly better, farmers must take them back home. Not far from the flaming red one palm and the back of the hand, is mentioned in the text -- red sorghum. They are playful, field edge pull a spike sorghum, hanging around the ears, let me to photograph. O ( O ~, and _ ), we believe, not to destroy yo. The reason for this is to tell the two naughty boy say yo.
Like the small village of quiet and pure love, where natural groundwater, like there to entertain the pastoral life, also like sister then warm Kang, lying on the Kang, stretch tired muscles, the love feeling, but the other did not.
A few days later left that day, I looked out of the window in the morning mountains, green trees, the heart has a little reluctant. ( * V *) well, goodbye, once the dream mountain; goodbye, my dream tree. Given the chance, I will come again. The simple happiness, I will go.
In October, the autumn season, is also a sad autumn season. To me, do not want too much rendering memories of the shadow, but the scene on the hometown scenery was again came into my sight, also fell into my heart, for a long time refused to leave. Is before my several years of hometown feeling, also in this season, quietly out of the memory of water.
Home of the five pieces of maple, are you okay? Thought I did not have twelve years to go back to see you, you also remember me this from home? Come twelve this years, rush about in the town I, never forget you, just do not dare to take your pick up from memory. I am afraid, afraid of perceptual I in the dark again sad, so sad over the years, never away from me. Not that I do not thank your blessings, not your family is not good for me, but in his heart of hearts that inexplicable sorrow, always inadvertently moment to visit me. I know, this life I have loved my splendor, with intimate partners and two Li, there are blood sisters, more naughty but also understanding of the palm and the back of the hand, with which I am happy, happy. So, sometimes sentimental, sometimes low mood, is when I give myself a little vacation. As long as it doesn't affect my love heart, please allow me occasionally sad time, okay?
Is my dream of the Shangri-La ah, you leave me be close by., but also like far in the horizon. Miss you, every year in the fall, I can have feelings. Dream of you, also is the annual autumn night, I can't smile look scenery. Homeland hometown Pavilion, five maple, hometown of sand road, home school, country houses, are you ok? I really miss you, I miss you! You never thought I this from home?
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Love is the sun warm the hearts of us
In 1921, Edith Masefield was born in the United States Ale Gang state. 45 years old, to take care of his elderly mother, she moved into the Northwest 46th Street Seattle, a small two-story house.
As cities grow, Masefield's living environment has become big as before. Frequent in the past such as garbage trucks rumbling noise is always given, such as the lot is already a traffic accident-prone places ... so, she gradually to the surrounding neighbors have moved out. But she is still reluctant to leave.
In 2006, Masefield has a 85-year-old man. At this point, there is a real estate developer wanted to build a 5-story commercial building, located on the set in the land where her home.
Masefield dilapidated house built in 1900, a total of 90 square meters. According to the rating agencies estimated that more than a hundred years old this house is only worth up to $ 8,000. Its share of the land value only up to $ 100,000. Considered together, up to a total value of $ 110,000.
Real estate developers move in order to achieve the purpose for Masefield, several initiatives to improve the relocation offer, even the last reported price of $ 1 million in business. However, the old lady that is persisted in his refusal to move away. She said: "I do not care about money, say, so much money for what I use it? Duwusiren, I live a hundred years old house in the mother, was especially cordial." Because she steadfastly refused to move, this the house became locally well-known of the "nail" families.
Finally, because real estate developers have no right Masefield house demolitions, they had to modify the drawings, surrounded on three sides of her small house, built a concave shape of the 5-storey commercial building.
However, the real estate developers, project managers, 52-year-old Barry Martin, of Masefield's refusal not only to give a full understanding, but also often concerned about her life. He helped the elderly to buy daily necessities, with the elderly doctor, keep old wearing the new dentures, washing clothes for the elderly, the elderly do her favorite halibut, potatoes and green beans ... he takes good care as the younger generation and to take care of the same the elderly, old people to him as their loved ones.
Barry Martin also often asked and asked workers: "You have to treat their elderly grandmother treated the same way."
Some workers are curious to ask Barry Martin: "What is her relationship with you?"
He said: "Even if it is close friends. Old people without family, and her only son, age 13, suffering from meningitis died and she's such a lonely old man, a great need for help, I can not turn a blind eye."
Spring of 2008, Masefield was physical deterioration, went to the hospital for a physical examination, is found with advanced pancreatic cancer. June, 87-year-old Masefield died in their own homes.
Masefield's old friend Charlie Parker said: "She wanted leave this world in their own homes, the year her mother passed away in the same room with a sofa and now she had got his wish and I admire her because She is a confident in accordance with his own thoughts, ideas and principles of the life of the people, is a man of firm conviction. "
Who would ever have thought, Masefield in his will in particular account of: the house unconditionally give Barry Martin to thank him for the last time in his life, companionship and care.
Not long ago, Barry Martin has been the price to $ 310,000, the house sold to another real estate company owner Greg Pino, and hope that he will continue to save the house down. Greg Pino readily agreed.
Barry Martin said excitedly: "Thank you very much to save the house to go and I drove through there at any time can see it, it makes me very happy."
After Greg Pino bought the house, ready to be heightened, transformed into a concave shape with a commercial building as high. Then, the bottom two layers open to the public. Visitors can spend money to buy a brick house on the right of the lettering can be carved in the brick and the name of their beliefs. In his view, the value of the house is very save, because it allows every American think about their own faith in life. He also planned the visit for their own projects, from an interesting name - "faith Square."America's major media are trying to focus on Masefield old house and issued a "faith Square" news. After reading quite a bit users feeling the first to buy a brick of lettering right. The friends carved their way of life intended to belief:
As cities grow, Masefield's living environment has become big as before. Frequent in the past such as garbage trucks rumbling noise is always given, such as the lot is already a traffic accident-prone places ... so, she gradually to the surrounding neighbors have moved out. But she is still reluctant to leave.
In 2006, Masefield has a 85-year-old man. At this point, there is a real estate developer wanted to build a 5-story commercial building, located on the set in the land where her home.
Masefield dilapidated house built in 1900, a total of 90 square meters. According to the rating agencies estimated that more than a hundred years old this house is only worth up to $ 8,000. Its share of the land value only up to $ 100,000. Considered together, up to a total value of $ 110,000.
Real estate developers move in order to achieve the purpose for Masefield, several initiatives to improve the relocation offer, even the last reported price of $ 1 million in business. However, the old lady that is persisted in his refusal to move away. She said: "I do not care about money, say, so much money for what I use it? Duwusiren, I live a hundred years old house in the mother, was especially cordial." Because she steadfastly refused to move, this the house became locally well-known of the "nail" families.
Finally, because real estate developers have no right Masefield house demolitions, they had to modify the drawings, surrounded on three sides of her small house, built a concave shape of the 5-storey commercial building.
However, the real estate developers, project managers, 52-year-old Barry Martin, of Masefield's refusal not only to give a full understanding, but also often concerned about her life. He helped the elderly to buy daily necessities, with the elderly doctor, keep old wearing the new dentures, washing clothes for the elderly, the elderly do her favorite halibut, potatoes and green beans ... he takes good care as the younger generation and to take care of the same the elderly, old people to him as their loved ones.
Barry Martin also often asked and asked workers: "You have to treat their elderly grandmother treated the same way."
Some workers are curious to ask Barry Martin: "What is her relationship with you?"
He said: "Even if it is close friends. Old people without family, and her only son, age 13, suffering from meningitis died and she's such a lonely old man, a great need for help, I can not turn a blind eye."
Spring of 2008, Masefield was physical deterioration, went to the hospital for a physical examination, is found with advanced pancreatic cancer. June, 87-year-old Masefield died in their own homes.
Masefield's old friend Charlie Parker said: "She wanted leave this world in their own homes, the year her mother passed away in the same room with a sofa and now she had got his wish and I admire her because She is a confident in accordance with his own thoughts, ideas and principles of the life of the people, is a man of firm conviction. "
Who would ever have thought, Masefield in his will in particular account of: the house unconditionally give Barry Martin to thank him for the last time in his life, companionship and care.
Not long ago, Barry Martin has been the price to $ 310,000, the house sold to another real estate company owner Greg Pino, and hope that he will continue to save the house down. Greg Pino readily agreed.
Barry Martin said excitedly: "Thank you very much to save the house to go and I drove through there at any time can see it, it makes me very happy."
After Greg Pino bought the house, ready to be heightened, transformed into a concave shape with a commercial building as high. Then, the bottom two layers open to the public. Visitors can spend money to buy a brick house on the right of the lettering can be carved in the brick and the name of their beliefs. In his view, the value of the house is very save, because it allows every American think about their own faith in life. He also planned the visit for their own projects, from an interesting name - "faith Square."America's major media are trying to focus on Masefield old house and issued a "faith Square" news. After reading quite a bit users feeling the first to buy a brick of lettering right. The friends carved their way of life intended to belief:
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Not feeling so moved by your heart
He almost saw her first, he fell in love in the heart of this gentle, pleasant girl, and then they launched a violent attack. The girl in his first gracious, really want to see is with his bright smile. As he thought that all a matter of course, to bring the girl home, had the purpose to their parents when the girl suddenly retreat. He thought she was not ready for marriage preparation, but do not want her to pick him out, said that he was not really love him.
He did not understand, but not discouraged. He believed that dropping water. One day, his efforts, in exchange for his love of the fruit.During that time he really like mad, always brewing in his mind sweet romantic tone, to impress the girl, but my heart was filled with nowhere to dump the bitter juice. She did not eat his meal, he was in after work, hurried back to the house, considered a good time to prepare the meals, also mentioned to her dormitory. Hanging in the doorway. The temperature of food in her to see removed, they must still warm. He can almost count drawn, her unit to the hostel from the time of 15 minutes and 30 seconds. And he will hang the door after lunch, she must have just turned the second corner, and after 3 minutes, can be reached. He decided that sincerity can affect even metal and stone to engrave, she must also be able to return to his side.
But so hard to do meal delivery workers, dishwashers, flowers work the result is a box of delicious fried rice girl will, fell in front of him. The girl is crying and begged him to let go, she said she was moved to do everything for his own, but wanted to tell him the word is not touched by the feelings.He was immediately like, focusing instead on a stick, actually I do not know how to refute this conclusion paradoxical love.He eventually lost romance this time, and because it's a brilliant summary of love, and fear of heart, after a long time, are not close to the utmost limit of love.
Later, the story will have a dramatic. Clumsy hunter, he has always done, even by a girl, stalker camel pursue them. Girl's romantic moves than his 'canon' in the entry, but also numerous and diverse. He was so airtight chase, almost overwhelmed. Children all around the man in his envy, that kid you not marry the girl to go home quickly.He grimaces, that, unfortunately. Moved not feelings. That said, we heart thriller, hard recall, N for a long time before finally remembered That love, he had been thrown over the same one. But had no idea how, come full circle, turn himself, he did so want to escape the helter-skelter.At that moment, he finally understood, touched with emotion, one word, the original, but it is such a love-hate Chi Chan looks like.
He did not understand, but not discouraged. He believed that dropping water. One day, his efforts, in exchange for his love of the fruit.During that time he really like mad, always brewing in his mind sweet romantic tone, to impress the girl, but my heart was filled with nowhere to dump the bitter juice. She did not eat his meal, he was in after work, hurried back to the house, considered a good time to prepare the meals, also mentioned to her dormitory. Hanging in the doorway. The temperature of food in her to see removed, they must still warm. He can almost count drawn, her unit to the hostel from the time of 15 minutes and 30 seconds. And he will hang the door after lunch, she must have just turned the second corner, and after 3 minutes, can be reached. He decided that sincerity can affect even metal and stone to engrave, she must also be able to return to his side.
But so hard to do meal delivery workers, dishwashers, flowers work the result is a box of delicious fried rice girl will, fell in front of him. The girl is crying and begged him to let go, she said she was moved to do everything for his own, but wanted to tell him the word is not touched by the feelings.He was immediately like, focusing instead on a stick, actually I do not know how to refute this conclusion paradoxical love.He eventually lost romance this time, and because it's a brilliant summary of love, and fear of heart, after a long time, are not close to the utmost limit of love.
Later, the story will have a dramatic. Clumsy hunter, he has always done, even by a girl, stalker camel pursue them. Girl's romantic moves than his 'canon' in the entry, but also numerous and diverse. He was so airtight chase, almost overwhelmed. Children all around the man in his envy, that kid you not marry the girl to go home quickly.He grimaces, that, unfortunately. Moved not feelings. That said, we heart thriller, hard recall, N for a long time before finally remembered That love, he had been thrown over the same one. But had no idea how, come full circle, turn himself, he did so want to escape the helter-skelter.At that moment, he finally understood, touched with emotion, one word, the original, but it is such a love-hate Chi Chan looks like.
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