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from paolo colehos blog

The task
Published on November 3, 2010 in News. 373 Comments
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a story sent by Nitin Mukundan K.P

A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light. An angel appeared, showed a large rock in front of his cabin and asked him to push against the rock with all his might.

This the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock.

Nothing happened. And he decided to make it a matter of prayer.
“Lord I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even been able to budge that rock. What is wrong? Why am I failing?”

The angel appeared again :
“My friend, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all your strength. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. And now you come to me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so?”

“Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewy and brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, and your legs have become massive and hard.
“Through opposition you have grown much and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have.
“You learned the importance of discipline and training,

” This you have done. Now it is my turn, my task.”

And the angel moved the rock, showing to the man a beautiful path ahead.

ifta7 ya simsim have been watching me :O

http://youtu.be/rI69Fffm8Zk

and this is proof they know allllllll...even that i have one brother and one sister!!!!! 0_o shld i sue???? or just enjoy being famous?

DISCONNECT... ( ma bidy :P )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_htEjQjTDo

cure for fingernail biting? COME ONnnnnnnnnnnnnnn..let me tell u IT DOESNT WORK
I wish it was that easy !
stupid addictive personality
stupid habit

p.s, don't look up nail biting on google images...u will be scared for life (yuckyuckyuck)

to my friend..who goes by b.s even though i never see any b.s :)

To Dorothy -- Marvin Bell

You are not beautiful, exactly.
You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
and a mulberry grow by the house.
So close, in the personal quiet
of a windy night, it brushes the wall
and sweeps away the day till we sleep.

A child said it, and it seemed true:
"Things that are lost are all equal."
But it isn't true. If I lost you,
the air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow.
Someone would pull the weed, my flower.
The quiet wouldn't be yours. If I lost you,
I'd have to ask the grass to let me sleep.