Severe Copd Patients Life

Wings envy

The apostle Paul was in prison when he said:
"I've learned to be content with the state where I am" (Philippians 4.11)
probably was not happy to be in prison, but accepted his being without complaining, without wanting something different and that at that time still could not get.
But what if one is never satisfied with his condition?
certainly will be unhappy and will not enjoy the good things he has.
Because of that we all rejoice when we think about it, and we complain a lot less.


Far away, in a place that is not marked on any map, there is a country located at the foot of a great mountain.
This country has a special, all the generous people of good heart and possess the wings.
Yes, its wings, to fly and be even more useful to others.
Each year, the mayor with his council, elect new citizens good by giving him the magnificent wings of soft white feathers. Of course the winners, being humble people, almost embarrassed to receive this well deserved award.
Unfortunately, in this particular country there are not only good citizens, there are also bad, one is particularly evil, if he does good things is just to get something in return, is also very arrogant and envious, so jealous that he would like to all costs those magnificent wings.
So every year I try to do good for the coveted award, but the mayor does not easily fooled and always realize that all his actions are false and a second end.
So, the evil city decides to have those wings ... whatever it deviates. Think and
thinks, devises a wicked idea:
"If nobody gives me wings, I will build it yourself! And I do not settle for silly white feathers in the wings, will build to do ... I'll be the envy of all the gold! !

So he set to work, it took a long time to build the wings, but eventually ended the lengthy work.
"Here at last! Are wonderful"
proud if he thought an evil man
"On the bright gold, so everyone will see my wealth! Will remain blinded by their brilliance!"
All this happened the very day of the new election of the good citizens! What better opportunity to
show off his splendid wings in front of everyone!
It only remained to prove his work, he wanted to be seen all over the country and so, with difficulty, put the wings on his back and crawled to the top of the mountain, all his fellow citizens he would be seen flying proudly over their heads, as the country stood at the foot of the mountain.
climbed to the top, took a long run, and came to the edge of the precipice, threw himself into the void ...
At that moment a great glow caused by the reflection of the sun on wings of gold attracted the attention of all citizens gathered in the streets for the big event, which initially looked up and saw a great light, but then a big cloud of dust, an avalanche that stopped only after they arrived in the valley.
All the citizens to the "avalanche" and saw, without much surprise, that it was their fellow evil, many of them began to mock him?
is deeply ashamed!
The weight of his pride, his arrogance, malice, was as heavy as gold wings of fate that had to crash so low!
do not know what happened to the despicable individual, we do not know whether he has changed his habits, but it certainly was a warning to all who have longed for wings does not deserve more than once.

Severe Copd Patients Life

Wings envy

The apostle Paul was in prison when he said:
"I've learned to be content with the state where I am" (Philippians 4.11)
probably was not happy to be in prison, but accepted his being without complaining, without wanting something different and that at that time still could not get.
But what if one is never satisfied with his condition?
certainly will be unhappy and will not enjoy the good things he has.
Because of that we all rejoice when we think about it, and we complain a lot less.


Far away, in a place that is not marked on any map, there is a country located at the foot of a great mountain.
This country has a special, all the generous people of good heart and possess the wings.
Yes, its wings, to fly and be even more useful to others.
Each year, the mayor with his council, elect new citizens good by giving him the magnificent wings of soft white feathers. Of course the winners, being humble people, almost embarrassed to receive this well deserved award.
Unfortunately, in this particular country there are not only good citizens, there are also bad, one is particularly evil, if he does good things is just to get something in return, is also very arrogant and envious, so jealous that he would like to all costs those magnificent wings.
So every year I try to do good for the coveted award, but the mayor does not easily fooled and always realize that all his actions are false and a second end.
So, the evil city decides to have those wings ... whatever it deviates. Think and
thinks, devises a wicked idea:
"If nobody gives me wings, I will build it yourself! And I do not settle for silly white feathers in the wings, will build to do ... I'll be the envy of all the gold! !

So he set to work, it took a long time to build the wings, but eventually ended the lengthy work.
"Here at last! Are wonderful"
proud if he thought an evil man
"On the bright gold, so everyone will see my wealth! Will remain blinded by their brilliance!"
All this happened the very day of the new election of the good citizens! What better opportunity to
show off his splendid wings in front of everyone!
It only remained to prove his work, he wanted to be seen all over the country and so, with difficulty, put the wings on his back and crawled to the top of the mountain, all his fellow citizens he would be seen flying proudly over their heads, as the country stood at the foot of the mountain.
climbed to the top, took a long run, and came to the edge of the precipice, threw himself into the void ...
At that moment a great glow caused by the reflection of the sun on wings of gold attracted the attention of all citizens gathered in the streets for the big event, which initially looked up and saw a great light, but then a big cloud of dust, an avalanche that stopped only after they arrived in the valley.
All the citizens to the "avalanche" and saw, without much surprise, that it was their fellow evil, many of them began to mock him?
is deeply ashamed!
The weight of his pride, his arrogance, malice, was as heavy as gold wings of fate that had to crash so low!
do not know what happened to the despicable individual, we do not know whether he has changed his habits, but it certainly was a warning to all who have longed for wings does not deserve more than once.

Washing Face 15 Times A Day

The branch and the Butterfly

After learning that a couple of dear friends was through a difficult period in their marriage, I wrote this story and devoted it to him.


An artist, appeared at the window of his laboratory, watching the landscape that presented itself in front, sought inspiration for a new work of art.

Suddenly he saw a butterfly light, white, delicate fluttering alighted on a branch robust, strong, rough. This approach

liked it so much that he decided to play what he had seen.

left the house and went into the forest to look for a suitable branch of the work of art.

... This is too big ... this is too thin ... this is too cool ... This too dry ... Here it is okay! "

The artist brought to his laboratory a branch apparently similar to many others.

put it on the workbench and began to sprinkle the ground, removed some projection, allisciò ends until you get just a beautiful branch.

now missed the butterfly, so delicate and this is to do it, tried in the "box of scrap" a fabric that would recall the characteristics ".. this is too often. .. this is too light ... This too dark ... this too colorful ... here, this is great! "

The artist chose the simple tulle, shaping it and cutting out what was too much, became a beautiful butterfly, perched on the branch e. \u200b\u200b.. here is the work of ' art!

But a subtle blast and the butterfly fell from the branch.
"You need something that combines the two elements," thought the artist

Since the butterfly was so delicate, the glue used for paper, then put the throttle to the branch, but just a few minutes and once the glue dried the butterfly broke away from the branch.

"No!" the artist thought "This glue is too delicate, try the wood glue!"

took the jar of glue with a brush and spread it out on the branch then you put the throttle, but the texture thick and sticky glue smeared the butterfly ... "what a mess," thought the artist had in mind the 'work' s original art and, immediately before the glue dries, the butterfly well washed and cleaned the branch.

much consideration in mind the artist was another solution to fix the throttle arm with a thumbtack and skewers, while the butterfly and traffig the branch he was a shiver of pain ... was not what he had seen in nature!

"I can tie them together with string!" He thought the artist

... but the idea was not the best, the butterfly wrapped himself in class, so you could not tell more cos' and was part of the branch was suffocated by this bond

"We did not" reflect the artist.

And while thinking of a new solution, turned to his workshop full of tools, materials, products, and for his creations, by attention to what might be useful to the union of the two materials, his eyes fell on a tube glue, a small tube , picked it up and read:

"Super glue paste instantly different materials with a single drop "

The artist reflected few seconds about what he read:
" Behold! This is just what I wanted! "

He put a small drop of super glue on the rough branch and you put it on the throttle slightly, a few moments ... ... and here is the work of art!

two different materials together forever

END

In the artist: marriage
perte In the butterfly, the woman
In the branch: the man
various methods of union: Super human love
-Glue: God's love that lasts forever!

Washing Face 15 Times A Day

The branch and the Butterfly

After learning that a couple of dear friends was through a difficult period in their marriage, I wrote this story and devoted it to him.


An artist, appeared at the window of his laboratory, watching the landscape that presented itself in front, sought inspiration for a new work of art.

Suddenly he saw a butterfly light, white, delicate fluttering alighted on a branch robust, strong, rough. This approach

liked it so much that he decided to play what he had seen.

left the house and went into the forest to look for a suitable branch of the work of art.

... This is too big ... this is too thin ... this is too cool ... This too dry ... Here it is okay! "

The artist brought to his laboratory a branch apparently similar to many others.

put it on the workbench and began to sprinkle the ground, removed some projection, allisciò ends until you get just a beautiful branch.

now missed the butterfly, so delicate and this is to do it, tried in the "box of scrap" a fabric that would recall the characteristics ".. this is too often. .. this is too light ... This too dark ... this too colorful ... here, this is great! "

The artist chose the simple tulle, shaping it and cutting out what was too much, became a beautiful butterfly, perched on the branch e. \u200b\u200b.. here is the work of ' art!

But a subtle blast and the butterfly fell from the branch.
"You need something that combines the two elements," thought the artist

Since the butterfly was so delicate, the glue used for paper, then put the throttle to the branch, but just a few minutes and once the glue dried the butterfly broke away from the branch.

"No!" the artist thought "This glue is too delicate, try the wood glue!"

took the jar of glue with a brush and spread it out on the branch then you put the throttle, but the texture thick and sticky glue smeared the butterfly ... "what a mess," thought the artist had in mind the 'work' s original art and, immediately before the glue dries, the butterfly well washed and cleaned the branch.

much consideration in mind the artist was another solution to fix the throttle arm with a thumbtack and skewers, while the butterfly and traffig the branch he was a shiver of pain ... was not what he had seen in nature!

"I can tie them together with string!" He thought the artist

... but the idea was not the best, the butterfly wrapped himself in class, so you could not tell more cos' and was part of the branch was suffocated by this bond

"We did not" reflect the artist.

And while thinking of a new solution, turned to his workshop full of tools, materials, products, and for his creations, by attention to what might be useful to the union of the two materials, his eyes fell on a tube glue, a small tube , picked it up and read:

"Super glue paste instantly different materials with a single drop "

The artist reflected few seconds about what he read:
" Behold! This is just what I wanted! "

He put a small drop of super glue on the rough branch and you put it on the throttle slightly, a few moments ... ... and here is the work of art!

two different materials together forever

END

In the artist: marriage
perte In the butterfly, the woman
In the branch: the man
various methods of union: Super human love
-Glue: God's love that lasts forever!