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The Queen’s Gambit

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There’s many things people don’t know about me. Apart from being a swimmer, a bowler, an archer and a horseback rider, I am also a chess player. I enjoy the quiet, intellectual game immensely. It not only made me think, but it also sharpens my mind and heightens my concentration.

When I was still living with my mum and dad, a game of chess with my dad every weekend is a family routine.

I was only 8 when I first touch a chess piece. My dad thought me how to play chess, and I had initially assume that he was trying to instill patience and concentration on me.

As of late, I discovered that he was not only trying to instill patience and concentration, but to teach me the ways of life, to prepare me for the despicable world that I will be thrown into by choice, or by force, many years later in my life.

Why did I say this? Well, elementary my dear readers. My dad thought me moves. They are not special moves, but rather common, chess move that has been proven effective in the game play.

I may not say it aloud, but most of my worthy opponent would realize 2 things about me when I started the game:

1. I will choose the white pieces.

2. I will start the game by using the move ‘Queen’s Gambit’.

Chess players all around the world would recognize this rather popular chess move. But I am not sure if any of you out there are chess player, so allow me to tell you what ‘The Queen’s Gambit’ is.

The Queen Gambit is a chess opening move, where the moves below is made

1. d4 d5

2. c4

The purpose of this move… The Queen’s Gambit is to open the path for the Queen to make her moves freely against the opponent.

In doing so… the Bishop on the Queen’s side is also free to move, and so does the Knight. By using Queen’s Gambit’s wisely, the white players tend to have advantage in the game as it’s not playing defense, but offense instead, hence, the chances of attacking  and checking the opponent’s King is made possible under certain circumstances.

The opponent can have a choice on whether to accept the Queen’s Gambit or to decline.

Anyway, by there’s a few advantage in using Queen’s Gambit (this is just a matter of my opinion). By starting out with Queen’s Gambit, one could move the King to a safer and a much more secure place through Castling on the Queen’s side early in the game, provided, the King haven’t been checked by the opponent yet.

It is common knowledge that despite of it’s importance in a game of chess, the King is the most useless piece of all. It can only move one step at a time, and nothing more than that, unless it’s Castling. It can’t attack, and it’s defenseless without the pieces surrounding him.

The Queen, however, is the most powerful piece. It can move vertically or horizontally, and it’s move is never restricted to just one step at a time. Play it right, your Queen can always control the entire game. With the help of the cunning Knights and the bold Bishops, of course. The Rook or Castle usually will serve to guard the King, ensuring the King is always safe in it’s box, or be ready to exchange place with the King through “Rooking”.

Chess is not a complicated game. It is a game where you play to protect the King- the most useless, yet the most important piece. Without the King, there will be no chess game. It’s game over when your King has been checkmate, as basically, chess game is all about protecting not only your entire domain, and territory, but your King.

If your King succumbs to the arts of the enemy, the entire game will halt as once the King has fallen, the entire kingdom will fall. So obviously, the King must be protected at all cost. Sacrifice a few pawns, Bishops, Rook, Knights mercilessly if you must, but the King cannot be sacrificed or it’s GAME OVER!

Same goes with life. You must protect what belongs to you, regardless of how useless it seems to be. Life is just like a game of chess. You cannot allow your enemies play a fool with you, or your King and your Kingdom because if you do, it’s not GAME OVER, but it’s LIFE’s OVER.

Maybe that’s a little bit exaggerating, but allowing the enemies to play a fool with you and mess up with your life could be fatal, and the damages that has been done, could never be undone, regardless of how you try to mitigate the damages.

My advice to you, ladies and gentlemen… life is like a game of chess. There’s always imbecile out there that enjoys ruining the lives of others. So, if you do not want to succumb to those kind of people, play your life right from the beginning, and use The Queen’s Gambit moves early in life and secure your domain.

Cleffairy: Never, ever fall to the trap of your enemies who may very well pretend to be your sweet and docile friend to penetrate and infiltrate your defense for whatever sinister purpose they have in mind.

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When two worlds collide…

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What’s the 5 most horrible thing that could ever happen to an author?

1. Plagiarism

2. Author’s block

3. The world in the book and reality collides, and strange things that’s supposed to happen only in the books started to happen.

4. Falling in love with the characters that he/she created and started to believe that they are real, and the worst thing is the author would sometimes mistakenly address the people around them as one of the characters he/she created.

5. The main characters started to be overshadowed by the supporting characters, and the supporting characters started to take the lead and rocking the entire world inside the story.

This entry is going to sound rather queer but please bear with me, because right at the moment, I’m experiencing no. 3, 4. and 5. I’m not quite sure if that is normal. It’s a tad too much, isn’t it?

I know no. 1- 2 is pretty common among authors, and if you’re an author/someone who exercised writing regularly, you would probably complain about it at least once in your lifetime, and you could easily find a forum or a discussion board on how to solve that particular problem by merely Googling it.

Call me weird, or even lunatic, but I think writing is an acceptable form of Schizophrenia. Only through writing, unleashing a few characters in one body is acceptable. It is not only acceptable, but an author would be considered good at what he/she is doing if they are able to unleash a few characters on empty pages and make the characters believable. Yes. It is definitely an acceptable form of Schizophrenia.

I have no scientific explanation for what I’m experiencing at the moment, as  I am not an anti social. I go out to chill and relax pretty often with my friends and family, and I swim at least once a week as well too. It couldn’t be that I have ‘no life’ that my brain had been forced to believe that that world and the people that I’ve created is real.

My only logical take on what I’m experiencing is probably that the brain is a very powerful programming device that could program the body to believe in almost everything and make things happen, including the queer and the impossible or that my brain is quite tired that it has difficulties shifting from one world to another. I don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with no. 3 and no.4. Perhaps it is just a temporary insanity, and as long as it doesn’t ruin my life, I suppose, I can deal with it.

But I definitely know how to deal with no. 5. When the main characters in your story started to be overshadowed by the supporting characters, and the supporting characters started to take the lead and rocking the entire world inside the story, all I can do is make the best out of it and use the unplanned change of event to my advantage and just write. Sky is the limit, and creativity knows no bound.

Cleffairy: Life is just like having problem no.5. When certain things started to overshadow another, and certain chain of event started to occur and confuse you, all you can do is not dwell on it. Instead, just make the best out of the situation, and use it to your advantage. Wouldn’t you agree with me on this?

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I was in Seventh Heaven

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It was my first time ever in Seventh Heaven, and it was definitely something that I would remember for the rest of my life. The experience of it was…exciting, arousing, and not to mention, rather erotic. It’s something one have to experience themselves to understand what I’m talking about.

If I were to explain it, I’d say, it’s a cross between Kamikaze and Screaming Orgasm shots. Exciting and exhilarating, and yet, rather mind boggling and scary. It was a realm of unknown. At least to me, it was.

I went to Seventh Heaven the other day.

It’s a beauty and personal care heaven for women. Located at 7th floor in Pavillion, Jalan Bukit Bintang, KL. Seventh Heaven is kinda hard to find, truthfully. The pathway and the entrance to Seventh Heaven was somewhat hidden from the eyes of the public, and being a first timer, I felt as if I was walking in a labyrinth before I finally found the entrance to Seventh Heaven.

This is not something I usually do…but I’ve received an invitation from Mary Chia The Beauty and Slimming Specialist for a complimentary relaxation facial session worth RM160 via ONLY BEAUTY– the free sample website that I was talking about in my previous blog entry.

This is not a paid or sponsored post, mind you. It is something I voluntarily do on the behalf of ONLY BEAUTY and Mary Chia The Beauty and Slimming Specialist since they had all but kindly provided the grumpy fairy with a free facial.

I’m somewhat indebted with the…experience, as I’ve never been to facial treatments before in my life, period! While it’s something normal for other people, the experience is rather new to me, so, please excuse my obnoxious entry.

Since the spas and beauty centres in Seventh Heaven are for ladies only, men are usually ushered out to the lounge, giving absolute privacies to women who went to Seventh Heaven for treatments and pampering. Mary Chia’s was not excluded. Absolute privacy.

Upon arrival, I introduced myself and  was greeted with a warm smile by the the receptionist and I was quickly ushered to the consultation room where a beautician awaits to consult me. I was served with some sort of mead during my consultation session with the beautician in Mary Chia’s.

I was rather nervous, as this is my first time in such a beauty centre. I took a sip of the mead, and I guess, it was to help the clients relax, as I felt much better after drinking the mead. Much, much better.

And when I said consultation, I meant it was strictly consultation. Frankly speaking, since this the facial session was a complimentary session, I initially thought that the consultation session would be a brainwashing session instead where the staff would promote their products and various spa packages to me and persuade me to buy or sign up for membership and whatnot.

But I was glad that I was wrong. It was strictly a consultation session where I was advised on how to take care of my complexion and my well being. I was lectured for my ‘laziness’ and also my ignorance on diet. And the most horrible part would be the lecture about the eyebags.

And I sat there quietly, feeling rather small for my ignorance. But then again, I found the ‘lectures’ were meant to educate me, and it’s certainly much more welcomed than those sales and marketing talks where clients are persuaded to buy their products.

After a good full 15 minutes of lecturing on my daily activities and diets and whatnot, I was quickly ushered to the treatment area, where I was told to keep my belongings in a locker. For those who are worried about thief, worry not when you’re in Mary Chia’s.

The lockers are pretty hi-tech, and it’s thumb prints activated. You need to scan your thumb prints before you keep your stuff inside, and re-scan again when you want to take back your belongings. I was rather baffled. I didn’t expect that a spa could be so advance.

There was various stuff in the small treatment area. I’m sorry I couldn’t describe what stuff there was inside the treatment area. I was too busy being anxious and was in panic.

And why panic, you ask me? Well… there’s one thing about me that not many knows. I am claustrophobic. I fear small and closed area, and I also don’t feel comfortable in the crowds 🙁 Plus, they had all but confiscate my spectacles. I’m partially blind without them!

I felt like crying and wanted so much to chicken out, but the beautician assured me that I’m in good hands and I will enjoy the experience. (I wonder if the people in Mary Chia’s are trained to read minds?)

I took in deep breath, and began to calm down. And before I was completely calmed down, I was told to take off my clothes. Imaginations started to run wild, and I was obviously showing my fear, because the beautician giggled and told me to put on a red colour satin tube that has been prepared instead.

She left the room for a good 5 minutes so that I get rid of my clothes and my bra and wear the silk tube instead.

The beautician who was in charge os taking care of me reenter the small and dark room and asked me if I’m ready for the treatment. Nervously, I said yes. And so, she asked me to lay down on the small bed and covers me with a blanket as she lowered down the temperature and turns on some music as well as light up some aroma theraphy candles.

The devil in me was partying, scaring me rotten; that if I were to be murdered, nobody would find my dead body! Seventh Heaven is rather hidden, after all.

Anyway, there was no murders involved, thank God! I stepped out of Mary Chia’s in one complete piece, and I even managed to relax as the facial and some light massage was performed on me. It was sensuous, yet extremely relaxing.

I was tensed up, truthfully, but thanks to the skillful beautician, I even fell asleep during the facial. Yes, she’s that good. She managed to make me sleep throughout second half of the facial session. She works wonder on my face and tensed body, and I felt much lighter when I walked out of the room after the session was over.

I had quite an experience in Mary Chia’s, and I would recommend it to you ladies out there. They’re good. Really good, and if I was asked if I’ll go back there again? I’s say, I would, despite of my claustrophobia.

On a second thought, though the beauticians in Mary Chia’s are very good, I probably won’t go there for facial, but some relaxing bath instead. LOL…at least it won’t be in the dark! 😛 ( I’m hopeless, aren’t I? My claustrophobia is still not cured yet, despite of the amazing experience in Mary Chia’s)

Thank you, Only Beauty and Mary Chia The Beauty and Slimming Specialist. This is one experience that I would not forget.


Cleffairy: There’s a reason why I love beaches, folks. Beaches are huge, open space and they do not confine me in a closed area.

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Letters to my future self…

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Year 2009 is coming to an end, and we’ll be welcoming the new year soon. This year is by far the most eventful yet HORRIBLE year I had to endure. Apart from making many mistakes that I have come to regret, which is letting assholes and bitches into my life, I was also put through a near death experience.

Yes, folks, I nearly died this year. I can still remember the date. It was 18 July 2009 when I barely escaped from a burning house. I come to realized that Death can come knocking on anyone’s door. Apparently, Death does not discriminate. It doesn’t matter if you’re young or old, sick or healthy…if it’s your time to go, then by all means, you WILL go. Let’s just say I am lucky to be able to cheat Death this time.

I had very little comfort this year, and I saw the ugly side of God’s creature known as human. A series of unfortunate events seems to unfold before my very eyes. One after another, and I’m forced to deal with it. No one in my blasted life was actually there for me physically. No hugs, or kisses or even words to tell me that everything will be all right. Of course Eugene, Cheeyee, Jen, and Claire knew what happened to me, but it’s not the same, because though I appreciate their kind words and motivation, it’s not the same with having physical comforts.

I also feel sick of being taken for granted. Thinking back… I feel sick to the stomach when I flashback to those important dates of my life… like anniversaries, V-day, birthday, certain festivals. I am expected to make people happy during those dates that meant a lot to me. It seems that no one even care about what I feel anymore.(my parents are an exception though) Everything is just about them now. I feel so sick of it that I could puke thinking about it right now. Goddamn it! They can’t seems to get out of my hair! I couldn’t even go on vacation in peace because of them.

Being a hopeless romantic, I am tired of people not wishing me Happy Valentines Day and Happy Anniversaries . I loathe it when people did not ask me how I want to celebrate my birthdays or even the birthday of my family members. I feel like showing my middle finger when I flashback to the time where I spent my very own birthday, sleeping on the goddamn bed, fighting off fatigue because I could no longer move about as I had to endure and tolerate ‘certain matters’ the day before and on the exact day of my birthday. And no, it was not sex. I wish it was sex, though. I wished I celebrated being 25 years old this year the way I wanted it to be, instead of dozing off.

Turning 25 on 2nd September 2009 was supposed to be important to ME. Not other people…It is important to me to celebrate being alive, being able to survive the fire. Not… other people.

I really resent it because besides my father, my mother, my sister and Pauline (my high school bestie) no one else in my ‘offline’ life bothers about it. There are no presents whatsoever (well, what’s new in that, anyway. Every year I didn’t get any presents, anyway). Not even a ‘Happy Birthday’. Because it seems that other things… other people are more important than me.

Though I am touched that my FIL bought me a cake on 31st August 2009 during a dinner that I hosted at home, I can’t say it helped much to ease the sorrow that I felt a few days later. I know I am nothing special. But then, not even the courtesy to let that day be mine? That’s a little bit too much for me.

People might have thought I had a blast turning 25 years old. But no one actually knew that I called up my father in the toilet and cried silently as he spoke to me the day before my birthday. I needed to hear his voice so much, because I knew what will happen the next day. Which is nothing. He wondered why I sounded so strange. He asked me what was bothering me, but I could not tell, because it will break his heart if he knew his daughter was not happy, and what had caused her to feel so tired. I lied to him. I told him I had a flu. We chatted away as I silently sob in the goddamn toilet, trying so hard to smile and laugh at my dad’s lame jokes.

For the first time ever since I left home back in 2002, I wish I could just celebrate my birthday with my parents. Even if there’s no presents, they would hug me and kiss me and wish me Happy Birthday. It would have been enough. Yes. A simple greeting would have been enough. It would make me feel happy. And it would have definitely make me feel appreciated. Some people would say action speaks louder than words. But sometimes, words speaks louder than action… well…words definitely speaks louder than action when there’s no action taken to make things better in the first place.

I am so tired of ‘being a good girl’ who pleased others. I want it to be all about me next year. Yes. No more Ms. Nice Girl. I want to be a bitch next year. There’s no need to care for others anymore. Why bother when they don’t appreciate what I do? Why bother when you’re nice to them, they treated you like the lowest scum on Earth? And why bother when all they know is just find faults in you? I’ll never be good enough because in their eyes, I’m just a slut who only knows how to waste money anyway? Ohh, yes, whore. I’ve heard what you’ve been saying about me. If I had it my way, I would have probably sued you for defamation. (Don’t get me started, bitches and whores out there. For what it’s worth…all of these while…during my blasted 25 years of my life, I don’t owe anyone money. PEOPLE owe ME money instead. I don’t owe anyone. Except for my father and mother.)

Anyway… as I’ve said. I wanted next year to be about me. I won’t have anyone dictate on what I should do, and what I shouldn’t do. And I won’t have people tell me on how I should run my life. And most definitely won’t let people I loathe have their ways anymore. Who the hell are you people to dictate my life? I am my own mistress, you bloody fool! I’ll be damned if I let people run my life and ruin those special dates, because I am so fucking tired of being taken for granted, and I am also bloody pissed off when I am forced to give face to people when they don’t even bother to respect me in the first place.

I am getting tired of not getting any ‘Happy New Year’, ‘Happy Valentines Day’, ‘Happy Anniversary’, ‘Happy Birthday’ and even ‘Merry Xmas’. Bloody fool, I am so sick and tired of not getting any of it!  So sick that I haven’t been celebrating life. And since you blokes out there took me for granted and couldn’t take a clue, I am going to do something about it. I am going to make myself happy again. On those dates, and on every goddamn day.

Do you know what I am going to do? I am going to write to my future self. Why would I want to do that? Well, elemantary my dear readers. I have a premonition that next year will not be any better than this year. It’ll be pretty much the same. No fun… AGAIN. No wishes… AGAIN. No presents… AGAIN. I want those. But I can only tell myself to dream on, because there will be more bad things happen next year. And I will find that I will be consumed with self-pity, resentment and hatred again.

I’m going to write myself ‘love letters’…to wish myself. To comfort myself. To advice myself.To remind myself that I am worthy of life, and I am who I am, and no one should be allowed to take that away from me. This may sound pathetic to everyone who is reading this. But… hey… I need to remind myself that even if there’s no one else out there to make me feel happy and full of life… I still have 3 people in my life.

That’s ME, MYSELF and I. Those 3 people loved me. THEY are going to write to me and comfort me, and all I have to do is write little comforting notes. They will ‘talk’ to me about the things that I couldn’t even talk to my other half. They will cheer me up and make me do crazy things that will make myself feel good from January until December. I am going to write 365 notes to myself, and I will open it on those dates dictated on the envelop. (Damn. I only have 10 more days to write 365 notes to myself. I gotto start now!) Originally intended to send schedule emails to myself, but I wanted something physical, not virtual. Hence… it’ll be letters, not emails, or scheduled private blog entries.

That’s my cat, Meow Meow… ‘guarding’ my newly bought writing pads and envelopes.

Since I have openly told you readers that I wanted to stop feeling horrible and sorry for myself by writing notes to myself, I’ll let you know what my first letter in January would tell me. The rest will be for me to know, and for all of you not to find out. 😛

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It’s this:

Hey there,

Happy New Year, Lizzie. It’s a brand new year, and it’s been a while since you had fun. You promised yourself that 2010 will be about you, and here I am reminding you to do what you pledged to do.If there’s no one there to celebrate New Year Year eve with you again this year, don’t you dare give a damn. Watch the firework and countdown with those crazy party goers. And when the clock stroke 12, jump like a madwoman and do that little Hula Dance you learned on the net. Sneak out of the damn house, and bring your cat for a walk. It’s a brand new year, babe. Celebrate it.

Love yourself.

First letter to myself. Safely sealed up now. Only to be opened on New Year’s eve.

Cleffairy: Hooyeahhhh…. next year will be a bad year again, as usual. Gonna be a bumpy ride. ESPECIALLY FEBRUARY. FEBRUARY WILL SUCK. (Don’t ask me questions, and I won’t bitch about it) Bitches and bastards will still be in my hair as well, nothing I can do to change that. But I can at least have some crazy fun and learn to celebrate life again. People are gonna regret it when they figured out that I don’t need them to wish me or to make me happy anymore. Yes… I will heal!

ps: Thank God there’s no flower shop near my home. Else, they would earn loads from me cuz originally, I planned to send flowers to myself!

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Finding my lost memories…

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As of late, I am not doing so well, and I began to wonder, why and when did my started to become so difficult, so complicated, and so many expectations to fulfill. And so many people I need to impress and I am burdened with so many responsibilities that sometimes is not even mine on my shoulder. I feel that sometimes it is too much that I can bursts, or even having an emotional breakdown.

I wanted to write about politics, relationship, or even bigger things that matters, but I found that I couldn’t. At least, not now, though there are many issues that is plaguing my mind. I needed time to reflect, on where my future lies. On whether I should carry on living like an empty shell, or should I stop and start to make myself happy instead of others.

I kept thinking of the times where I used to indulge myself with small things that makes my happiness worthwhile. Back then, happiness is not something hard to achieve. Happiness did not slip through my fingers all the time and was not short-lived back then. I had not much money then, but I did not worry. I had problems then, but it was easily solved. Unlike now. Things gets complicated and how I’m supposed to unravel it, is still a mystery.

These days, I feel as if there’s missing pieces in me. Something that is not quite right, and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t put words into it. Some part of me is missing.I did not know what it was.

Then, last night, when I was listening to some songs that I probably have listened a million times a few years back, I realized what it was.

I grew up, I matured, and therefore, I lost some part of me in the process. Important part of me. While I realize that there is no way in hell I will be able to collect the shattered missing pieces of my life , I pine for the times where life was so simple and I have low expectation on everything. I was carefree, and above all, I was not so sacrificial. I do things that makes myself happy.I balanced between my responsibilities and my own happiness. I did well back then.

I did not give a damn on what people say or think about me. I really wonder why it is so hard to do now. And I wonder why did I changed so much… after all, it’s not even 2 years yet since I last felt so contented, happy and carefree. Back then, I feel like I’m on top of the world, though I’m on lows. But now, I feel like in the pit of hell even when I’m on top.

Perhaps, I should stop trying to impress others. Then only I would be happy. Perhaps, I shouldn’t give a damn about people, then only I’d be contented. Isn’t it stupid to care for people who wouldn’t even bother to give a damn about you and only find faults in you every time they crossed pass with you. Isn’t it a waste of time, effort and breath, trying to impress such people? Why bother trying to be in people’s good books when they won’t even bother to see the good you have done?

Maybe all of me is not lost, as I managed to remember how I was like 2 years back. My brain worked like a diary last night and I find myself smiling at those wonderful moments that made me feel that what becomes of the world and the people in it doesn’t matter anymore.

Perhaps, just perhaps, all is not lost. Perhaps, all I need to do is find my lost memories, revive it, relive it and things will be better once again.

I wonder, how many of you out there found yourself in my predicament at some point in my life? Did you ever come across someone who asked you what changed you, and you shurgs them off, telling them these…

 

“Life happened.”

“Love happened.”

“Marriage happened.”

“Children happened.”

“Family happened.”

“In laws happened.”

“Financial problems happened.”

 

and so the list goes on…

Anyway,this entry, is for those people who are responsible making my memories whole. This is for all of you… people in my life, 2 years back. You know who you are.  I’ll treasure you and cherish you, for as long I could.

Cleffairy: I grew up, and I lost an important part myself in the process. Perhaps, this is a good time to find myself again.

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The song is Tower of The Goddess- Memories of Ossyria.

I dedicate this song to you people who made a part of my life wonderful. This is for you people in FantasyStars, Griffindor, Celestial, HeavennHell. This is especially for Seng, Francesca, Uncle Pui, PetPetgirl, Simplysimson, Starsecrets, Sorlo and Sorpo. This is for all of you. Thank you for being a part of my memories and making part of my life worth living.

 

ps: Don’t you just missed the time where we had to listen to this song over and over again until we could vomit blood? LOL… I miss those times.

 

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Inspiring Story- The Brick

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I’m still lingering in my own Sunday. My mood and my brain simply wouldn’t allow me to work yet, hence no original article today.

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But, I received this email this morning, and I find the chainmail is quite inspiring, so I thought of sharing it with you guys.

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THE BRICK

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door!

He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver
then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, ‘What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money Why did you do it?’

The young boy was apologetic. ‘Please, mister…please, I’m sorry but I didn’t know what else to do,’ He pleaded. ‘I threw the brick because no one else would stop…’ With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. ‘It’s my brother, ‘he said ‘He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.’

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, ‘Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.’

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. ‘Thank you and may God bless you,’ the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: ‘Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!’ God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don’t have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It’s our choice to listen or not.

Cleffairy: Take it easy in life and smell the roses, people! Don’t wait until someone needs to throw a brick at you to get your attention.

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