Posted in Feelings, Random, Thoughts

She’s Changed

She used to be so caring, so thoughtful, so considerate, and so attached. When she was younger, she even gets to memorize all birthdays of her love ones and friends, and parting time always make her heart breaks. She used to put on efforts in always preparing something every birthday, valentine’s day, Christmas Day or New Year’s Day for each of her closest friends. She values presents, cards and anything that could make any occasion extra special. But she had been taken for granted, rejected and lied upon. Her innocence had been drowned with heartaches, disappointments, distress and hatred. Until she stopped caring.

She stopped caring for people who doesn’t seem to care. She stopped reaching out for friends and loved ones who are so distant and insincere. She avoids fancy friends and get together. She’s changed. Though, deep within her, she still cares, she still worries, she still considers, but she wants to believe that she’s done hurting, she’s done expecting nothing in return, she’s done being taken for granted.


But she’s tough in the outside. Looking at her won’t give you any idea that she’d been through a lot in life. She’s still so positive in so many ways. She looks cool and in control. You can’t even tell that she’s drowning in distress, or that she’s hurting to death.

She might be a friend, a sister or relative. She might be your wife, daughter or mother. Maybe letting her know you care in your own little way can make up her day. A call or short message will do, even a simple “hi” or “hello”. Or maybe a hug, a kiss, a cuddle, an ice cream or cake from you.

She has or might change because of people like you.


P.S.: photo not mine. credit to owner. 

Posted in Inspirations, Random

Don’t Let Go! 🤜🤛🏻

I was browsing my yahoo mail this morning and came across a folder I created long time ago for forwarded messages. I’ve got a collection of nice messages and inspiring stories in there, but found this one really inspiring at the moment.

This was forwarded to me some time in June of 2007.

Check it out! 😉



The Scars of Life
Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.

He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.
Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him.

>From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father’s fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved

The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter! , “But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because! my Dad wouldn’t let go.”
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He’s been there holding on to you.

The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril – and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That’s when the tug-of-war begins – and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.

Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through.

Never judge another person’s scars, because you don’t know how they got them. Also, it is soooo important that we are not selfish – to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else.

Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too- enough to not let them go.