Some people won't believe in you;
they won't encourage you
to follow your dreams,
but you must always believe in you,
no matter how long the journey
ahead seems.
Some people will be jealous of you;
their words will be sharp and unkind,
but you must close your ears
to such words,
and never allow them to change
your direction or your mind.
I'll always believe in you
and encourage you
to follow your dreams,
and I'll try my best to show you
that the road is never
as long as it seems.
I'll always cheer for you;
my words will be warm and kind,
because I truly treasure you.
You own a part of my heart,
and you're always on my mind.
THE PERFECT GIFT YOU CAN'T WAIT TO GIVE
By Cynthia Kersey
The idea comes to you like a lightning bolt. A-ha, that's it! It's the perfect gift. It is thoughtful and personal and it will bring great joy to the other person. You can imagine their face when they open it; the big smile, the surprised and delighted eyes and perhaps a tear or two. It's the kind of shared joy you want to experience in person. You just can't wait to give it.
Have you ever given that perfect gift? Have you ever experienced the sheer bliss and excitement that comes with it? Your delight is unrelated to any acknowledgement or accolades you might receive in return. It comes from deep inside you - from your desire to bring joy to others.
My perfect gift was birthed when I took a huge leap of faith and unabashedly followed my calling. I had been speaking, teaching and coaching people on how to be unstoppable for over a decade while a deeper passion had been evolving. I had been involved in many philanthropic endeavors throughout the past years that brought me sheer joy. But over the last couple of years, a deeper calling emerged.
Something captured my heart like never before. In my travels to undeveloped countries, I witnessed children and their families barely surviving and living without hope of a better future. I also saw a few communities where the children actually had a school to go to, but they were nothing more than shacks made of sticks, dung and dirt floors. These children literally ran to these huts in pure delight for the opportunity to learn and have hope for a better future. The fact that 120 million children, 30% of whom live in Africa, will never step foot into a classroom was something that haunted me.
Feeling called to do something to support these children and their communities, I started to do research and found that there is no magic bullet to eliminate poverty. But if there was something close to magic, it would be universal primary education. Education has a larger impact than any other form of help or aid we can give. Studies show that for every year of education a child receives, HIV rates go down, early pregnancy rates decrease and earning potential increases. Just by learning to read and write 171 million people could be lifted out of poverty.
With that information, I got inspired to create my first project. In 2008, I decided to turn my birthday into a fund-raiser and invited everyone I knew to a party to help me with this mission. That evening was truly magical for all who attended and we raised $80,000 that helped fund two schools in Uganda in partnership with Vivian Glyck, Founder of Just Like My Child Foundation.
That night I got hooked! I thought if I could raise the money to build two schools in one night, what could I do if I really put my mind to it? It was now a full-blown passion of mine.
The following two years, I shared this mission with virtually everyone I encountered and have raised enough money to build 11 schools in Africa and educate a few thousand children. While I was deeply grateful for what we had been able to do so far, I was compelled to do more.
This past summer, I went on my fourth trip to Africa and visited the communities we were in partnership with. When I arrived, I was unaware that I was about to receive the perfect gift.
We were met by the entire community. There were hundreds of people who had lined the streets, waiting for hours in the sun for our arrival. As we made our way down the bumpy and dusty road, we were greeted by the mamas and their children who were singing and dancing. Elders of the community and parents had come for miles to welcome me and the group of donors who joined me in this trip to thank us for our partnership. It was a huge celebration with a ribbon cutting ceremony in front of one of the school's we had funded and I joined the women as we danced our way into the building that represented such hope for this community.
In that moment, they were giving me the perfect gift. Their smiles of gratitude and open hearts were the most treasured gifts I had ever received.
When I came home from that trip I knew what I had to do. I could no longer participate in this amazing work on a part-time basis. Now keep in mind, I was single with no financial support coming from any other sources but my own business. My live coaching courses and speaking engagements were my primary source of income and if I weren't doing both, I wasn't bringing in enough money to support myself. While the idea of leaving the security of my business petrified me, I called my associates and said it would no longer be business as usual and that I was now focusing 100% of my energy on my mission.
Leaving my business behind, I came up with my first project. I would leverage the relationships I already had and invite leaders in the personal development, business, and internet marketing world to do something that's never been done before. I would ask them to donate their best-selling programs to my foundation for free - some currently selling for hundreds and even thousands of dollars to generate donations to help educate children.
That's how GiveALittleGetALot.com was born. My goal was to create a new way of funding this important mission that went beyond just asking for donations - I wanted it to be a campaign that tangibly rewarded the giver and the receiver.
I put a strategy together and hit the phones. My mentors encouraged me to call at least three people each day to ask them for support in whatever capacity they could contribute. Even if their answer was 'no' that was okay. What was more important was getting into consistent action.
As I shared my vision with deep conviction, people started stepping up. Experts were happy to donate their amazing products to the cause and friends stepped up to contribute to help fund the launch. I even got a sponsor who donated money for the campaign. All of these small (and large) miracles began to happen because I had the courage to take the first step.
By the time I was ready to launch GiveALittleGetALot.com on November 30, 2010, I had 30 bestselling authors and experts donating products that they were currently selling for hundreds (even thousands) of dollars each - for free - for a small donation to educate a child!
If you have ever had fear or anxiety about what it would take to follow your passion, I hope that my story will encourage you to take your first steps. You don't need to know how it will all work out, you only need to have faith that when you are committed, you will be supported. As you connect with a Divine calling that is bigger than yourself, miracles await you.
My wish is for you to experience the joy of giving the perfect gift this holiday season. One way to take your first steps is to go to GiveALittleGetALot.com and register. You will have an opportunity to not only give yourself the gift of educational tools that can change your life, but you'll receive the gift of knowing that you've transformed the life of a child forever.
GiveALittleGetALot.com
Cynthia Kersey
Chief Humanitarian Officer
Unstoppable Foundation
By William Blake
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly,
He took her with a sigh.
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle—
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain’d its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
Many years ago I met a girl of such shocking beauty, my breath stopped every time I looked at her. My heart ached at such a sight as she presented.
She stood, slim and short at about five feet two. Her pixie like features and high cheekbones were framed by a shock of jet black, curly, long hair. Her dark eyes seemed to be tunnels that went deep within her for miles and which radiated joy and happiness. Her mouth was small, with perfectly formed lips. Not too thick and not too thin.
I first saw her in the half light of a disco at the Penventon Hotel in Redruth, Cornwall. When the lights went up in the interval her full and staggering loveliness was revealed in all of it’s glory. As I watched her and tried to summon up the courage to go and speak with her, I was enchanted by her smile and her bird like laugh. It was the realisation that someone of such beauty would soon be surrounded by men seeking her company, that gave me the prod I needed to approach her.
As I approached her on that dance floor, she was laughing with a friend. I watched her head throw itself up and back. As if in slow motion, her hair swirled and tossed like a restless, black sea, of tight curls Her shining eyes filled with the love of life, that I was soon to find, had filled her heart from a very young age.
My heart was hammering with anticipation and not a little fear as I drew up close to her. She did not notice me at first, engrossed as she was in the conversation of her friend. When she did see me beside her she turned and with a friendly smile cocked an inquisitive eye towards me. I took a deep breath.
“I have been watching you. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and I wondered, could I buy you a drink and get to know you better?”
Her face seemed to beam with pleasure at my clumsy words and she nodded. As I turned towards the bar she whispered something to her friend and then turned to follow me.
We drank our drinks and found a quiet spot in the lobby to sit and chat out of the clamour of the brash disco music and crowds.
She was a mine of questions and soon had my whole life story in her heart. I did not want to talk about myself. I wanted to know her; all about her; but her questions forced me to reveal myself in deeper and deeper ways.
As the evening sped by, I got to know as much about her as she was willing to reveal. I found a girl filled with hope who wanted to be a nurse. A girl filled with compassion and excitement. She came from a good and stable family and loved her parents deeply. She was smart, clever, delicate and yet deep in thought and emotion. Every revealing sentence she uttered made my heart fall deeper and deeper for this treasure.
At the end of the evening I took her home by taxi and kissed her on her doorstep. By the time I got home, I was in love, but also deeply troubled. Those fears that took root in my heart that day were to grow irresistible in the coming weeks.
To me, Gina was perfection. There was nothing about her that did not thrill me. I, on the other hand, was somewhat less than perfect and that realisation was the seed of the fears I carried. As those seeds germinated into serious thought within me, my path with Gina became ever more clear.
Gina and I met and talked and kissed and flirted and almost, became physical together. I forced myself not to make love to her, though my whole being screamed in protest. The opportunity was there, often. Gina wanted it to happen, but I could not — would not — allow it. I knew if we made love I would not be able to let her go from me, ever. She was just too lovely. Too much of a vision of perfection. Had we made love, I would have proposed within minutes. We would have married within months. I just could not let that happen. I loved her so deeply and in such an all encompassing way that at the slightest provocation I knew I would commit my whole life to her. I also knew, with a deep and crushing sadness, that it would be dangerous for her if I did so.
I was not stable enough and good enough to take someone like Gina and make her happy. I was young, foolish and a fighter. My character was weak and still unformed. My thinking almost entirely focussed on the day at hand and almost never beyond that day. Yet, when thinking of Gina, my thoughts of our future were detailed, deep and entirely pessimistic.
Sometimes I tried to talk myself into seeing a brighter side. I would try to convince myself that my fears were foolish and that I could grow up enough, quickly enough, to become the man Gina needed, but I always snapped out of it and faced reality again. I was just not right for her.
I had kept this thinking to myself. Just having time with Gina was very precious to me and I wanted to enjoy every moment of it. However, I also knew that Gina was falling in love with me and I could not delay telling her the truth of the way I felt much longer.
One damp summers evening we met in the bandstand of a local park. The sun was setting as we held hands and kissed. After a while Gina placed her head against my chest and spoke softly, almost in whispers of her happiness. I knew the time I had been dreading had arrived.
“Gina. I have something to tell you. Something I don’t want to say because I love you so very much, but it is something I must say because of that love.”
Gina did not reply but I felt her body stiffen slightly against me, as if she was preparing herself for a blow. I remember staring off into the distant trees searching for the right words to say. I was stoking her delicate face and running my fingers through her long hair and trying to hide the fact that underneath my calm voice a heart was breaking and filled with the fear that I might break her heart also.
As I gave voice to the fears in my heart a tear was stinging in my eyes but I forced myself to swallow my emotions and forge on. I explained to her that I knew I was not the man she should spend her life with. She needed someone more mature that I. More dedicated to the future. More grown up and responsible than I was capable of being at that time. I told her of the long hours of agonising I had gone through about this matter. How incredibly painful it was for me face these things and how, because she was so very perfect, I could not dare risk leading her into a life where my own foolishness might hurt her. I ended my sad little speech by telling her that she should walk away now and not look back and that I would do the same.
For a long time she said nothing. Her head remained against my chest and the gentle heaving of her body told me she was crying. I dared not look down at her. I knew if I did I would weaken and cast all I had just said to the wind. After a long time, maybe a little more than twenty minutes, she stood and slowly walked away. Her last words buried themselves deeply into my heart.
“Thank you George. I love you.”
I also stood and turned away. Two people, in love, but destined never to let that love grow, walking into the dusk in different directions.
About five years later I saw Gina again when I was hospitalised in Truro general hospital. Now a nurse and happily married with children of her own.
We met only briefly and both of us were shocked to see each other again. She was still wonderfully beautiful and motherhood had only increased the wonder of that beauty.
She asked me how I was and I asked her. Then as we parted again for the final time she took my hand, squeezed it gently and said, “Thank you George. Thank you so much.”
I kissed her hand and said nothing. Instead, I watched her walk down that long hospital corridor in her crisp uniform and wondered, briefly, if I was right to let her go. Then, with a kind of internal shudder, it finally settled into my heart that I had done the right thing and that it was good to have done it.
Strangely, I also realised that on that evening under the bandstand in the park I had grown up and become a man. Even though my life was a long way from being stable, it’s maturity seeds were planted on that day.
Wherever you are now Gina. I wish you now, as I ever have, every happiness and all the joy you deserve. For a short time, I shared in your beauty and you gave me memories I shall treasure forever
I live without you-a poem
I live without you,
Still holding memories.
Beings a smile on my face,
At the same time about you it worries.
You told me not to look at your picture,
What do I do of the one in my heart?
Without you baby life is unclear
And I have no idea where to start.
Despite of things between us,
To you I still belong,
You lay in me like an incomplete prose
Of an incomplete song.
Every day I get up,
Your face I wish to look at,
Thoughts surround air around,
Still pleasant are those yet.
Time goes by,
Still I wonder what you are up to.
Part of me here and part missing,
To go on I have to.
Yet something holds me back,
No dear I want you really,
Just give me a chance baby,
I`l love you dearly.
So you left me one day,
didn’t bother about anything.
heart cracked and tears rolled down,
because you were my everything.
Promises broken and reality came in front,
the way it hurt inside,dreams got shattered.
Trusted you more than anything,
because your happiness was all that mattered.
hard it is to forget you,
for you were my life,my world.
Left it changed completely,
how could you be like this,so cold?
Confident I was
that my heart would not break,
yet you gave me a nightmare
with my eyes open and me wide awake.
upon closing my eyes
those moments pleasant I see.
makes me wonder how beautiful life
in dream world might be.
I don’t know how to go on
without you dear,
Miss you still and always
amidst this time queer.
You make me mad
You make me happy
You make me sad
You make me lucky
You make me angry
You make me fortunate
You make me feel protected
You make me vulnerable
You make me conditional
You make me beautiful
You make me cry
You make me crazy
You make me feel confused
You make me stronger
You make me weak
You make me ME
I love you for giving me all those emotions and I love you for being you. We may not to work things out, but in the end of the day & in my heart I will always know: with our type of love forever aint enough
You don’t know how I’m feeling.
I have yet to vocalize
Desire deep inside me.
Can you see it in my eyes?
I tremble when I’m Hear you
Heat travels up my Neck
and I want you with an urgency
That I just can’t describe.
Dare I reach out to touch you?
Do you think you’d realize
How much I want and need you?
Can you see it in my eyes?
I long to say, “I like you,”
But am scared of your reply.
Terrified like a child
I’ve become paralyzed.
The camouflaged emotions
Lead to pain and silent cries.
And yet I just can’t tell you.
Don’t you see it in my eyes?
Confessing through this poem
My dilemma summarized.
The feeling’s quite cathartic,
But will lead to my demise.
He, who always keeps his trust in the one,
The one keeps all evils from him apart and gone.
I will not tell the tale of a friend,Save to a friend,
for it is a friend who keeps a friend’s word anon.
Took away my serenity, patience and sense,
My heavy hearted,fair faced, divine essence.
How lonely, nimble, handsome and majestic,
Delicate, beautiful and gowned with elegance.
O heart, the pain of love burned once again,
Beloved departed and drove the lover insane.
My tears were my friends, since beloved stayed away,
My unkind fate from helping would refrain.
A Special World
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I’ll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You’re not alone….
A gentle word like a spark of light,
Illuminates my soul
And as each sound goes deeper,
It’s YOU that makes me whole
There is no corner, no dark place,
YOUR LOVE cannot fill
And if the world starts causing waves,
It’s your devotion that makes them still
And yes you always speak to me,
In sweet honesty and truth
Your caring heart keeps out the rain,
YOUR LOVE, the ultimate roof
So thank you my Love for being there,
For supporting me, my life
I’ll do the same for you, you know,
My Beautiful, Darling Wife
friendship is not a business where u give, when u get, its a beautiful feeling where you love to give even if u don’t get…
A candle may melt and it’s fire may die, but the love you have given me will always stay as a flame in my heart.
Love Quote of the Day
Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.
Charles Darwin
All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
Anton Chekhov
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
Buddha
Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
Mark Twain
Every man dies. Not every man really lives.
William Wallace
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Jean-Paul Sartre
Everything in life is luck.
Donald Trump
Fortunately analysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itself still remains a very effective therapist.
Karen Horney
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't.
Richard Bach
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
E. B. White
I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches.
Alice Roosevelt Longworth
I love life because what more is there.
Anthony Hopkins
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
John Burroughs
I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it.
Charles M. Schulz
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
Robert Frost
It is not length of life, but depth of life.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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