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  1. Posted

    Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

    One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each

    afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next

    to the room's only window.The other man had to spend all

    his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.

    They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their

    jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had

    been on vacation.And every afternoon when the man in the bed by

    the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to

    his room-mate all the things he could see outside the window.

    The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods

    where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity

    and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park

    with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while

    children sailed their model boats.Young lovers walked arm in

    arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old

    trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city

    skyline could be seen in the distance.

     

    As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail,

    the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and

    imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by

    the window described a parade passing by.Although the other

    man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as

    the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

    Then unexpectedly, a sinister thought entered his mind. Why should

    the other man alone experience all the pleasures of seeing everything

    while he himself never got to see anything? It didn't seem fair.

     

    At first thought the man felt ashamed.But as the days passed and

    he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment

    and soon turned him sour.He began to brood and he found himself

    unable to sleep. He should be by that window - that thought,

    and only that thought, now controlled his life.

     

    Late one night as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the

    window began to cough.He was choking on the fluid in his lungs.

    The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling

    man by the window groped for the button to call for help.

    Listening from across the room he never moved, never pushed

    his own button which would have brought the nurse running in.

    In less than five minutes the coughing and choking stopped,

    along with that the sound of breathing. Now there was only

    silence-deathly silence.

     

    The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water

    for their baths.When she found the lifeless body of the man

    by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital

    attendants to take it away. As soon as it seemed appropriate,the

    other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.

    The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure

    he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully,

    he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at

    the world outside.Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it

    all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window

    beside the bed.It faced a blank wall.

     

    The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased

    roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this

    window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could

    not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to

    encourage you."

     

    Epilogue. . . .

     

    You can interpret the story in any way you like. But one moral

    stands out: There is tremendous happiness in making others

    happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the

    sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to

    feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.

  2. Posted

    Well put Redka.

     

    People, the vast majority of people, don't operate

    out of altruism. I mean very few are going to hurt

    themselves to help others. When a person can live the

    general, common, day to day lifestyle of the Western

    Europe, North America, Australia, etc. person then

    they will stay or go back home to their respective

    homelands.

     

    In the meantime, all praises to the ones with the

    love, determination, and honor to flow counter to

    the "great" African brain drain. Especially the

    non-scientist, political and sociology minded ones

    who can bring about policy and practices advancing

    their countries to 1st World status as far as the

    things like infrastructure, economy, food supply/

    distribution, health care, empowered middle class,

    nationality overriding ethnicity, etc. They will take

    us there, we are headed there, and there's just no

    stopping us now or ever.

     

     

    Originally posted by xiinfaniin:

    Faracanab’s take on this; I like A&T.

  5. Posted

    Jaarkaba wey ka isticmaalli lahaayeene, anaa maanta hortagan.

     

    Meeshatan anaa raba in ay ii sii xirnaato inta aan ka soo laaban rabo. icon_razz.gif

     

    Sii joog joog wanaagsan, Sheekheena. :D

  6. Posted

    LOL^Amin rageedii iga dheh.

     

    Ciyartu hadda ma xuma.

     

    Kuwo waa ku daayeen oo gebi ayey iska la dhaci rabaan.

     

    Kuwo kalena waa dhaawac oo in qudha kaaramardha markay marayaan lagu dhaawac tiro ayey u badantahay.

     

    Kuwayowga golahan sol sidaydoo kale ka dhow-dhow leeya iyagu inta roob mayra nusqaanta uu ka da'aayo sariirtooda diiran ha iskaga jireen , ku jira sariirta aabayaal idinkoo oday xiin warsan ka sugi.

  12. Posted

    *Drinks all the pepsi in one sip*

     

    Haha, sucker.

     

    Ariadne, anything about boobies, pepsi,or bondage and slavery will get you straight in.

     

    Good morning Sheikha Jacaylka ! :D

  16. Posted

    Abtigiis, dhan-baan buuga kaga hayaa, kan yarna waa ku aan ku dhex wadi karo buuga oo wax sheeg iyo cashar u baahan.

     

    Hadda Ilaahay balankii Umaba bilaabma oo inta la soo diray ayaa weliba inta orrod lagu yiri laga dhaqaaqay. Markaa bal intuna Miskin Macruufkii meesha gacanta marin aam ilmaaaha wax u sheege ii yara kadi adeer.

     

    Originally posted by dhulQarnayn:

    ^^^

    Markaad gabdhaha naageysi ka raadin jirtay baa lagaarey miyaa? ha ha ha... nafyar taan layiraahdo Farancab, iyadaa teedi la yaabaan ee naf haka raadsan.

    LOL^ warya hooy- hooy kiiyoow waxaa la yiri afeef hore ama adkaysi danbe lahow.

     

    Laakiin adu af xumo dayn maysid, cabaad iyo calaalna dayn maysid, xaggee lagguu raaca aabihii la janee. Hooge kiyoow anu waxaan ahayba waan ku hayaa ee bal maanta uun adkayso oo wax iska dhici, adon dumar, reer iyo cid kale xag-xagan.

  18. Posted

    ^^ROTFLMFAO...

     

    I'm sure every one has enough sense to realize that irrelevant *****'s like you have nothing to offer in this thread as is the case with 99% of the threads posted here, please for the sake of heaven substitute emotional partisanship for intellect.

     

    [ November 30, 2008, 01:00 AM: Message edited by: Miskiin-Macruuf-Aqiyaar ]