“If you’re not going to look after me, I’ll take care of myself,” I informed her bluntly. I plan to remain in my own home and employ a caretaker with the money I have saved.

Well, it really infuriated her! I now know that her plan all along was to steal my money. The failure of her little scheme has caused her to have a tantrum. An old item that can provide her money that she “urgently” wants is all I am to her.

More than a month has passed since her previous contact. Additionally, she explicitly told me not to disturb her until I am prepared to admit my a** to a nursing facility. Having just one daughter at the age of 90 must be excruciating. I can’t stop dwelling on the fact that God never blessed me with more daughters or sons lately. A somebody who would show me some affection.

Instead of her calling, I contacted Anne and delivered her what I believe would be the most important lesson she will ever learn since I think she takes things for granted.

I did something to her that you won’t believe. Even though I know it’s my own daughter, I asked her to come over immediately after our conversation since something major had happened with my finances. She still doesn’t come up, not even the next day, on the same evening. However, the storm that was about to strike her was unprepared.

She enters with an air of self-assurance and dominance, as if she intends to use her position to her benefit. She went from pale as a ghost and her eyes enlarged at the sight of what I had done.

A Head-On Clash

A lawyer and the wonderful, strong-willed lady who would become my caretaker, Mrs. Thompson, were both there in the living room. When the gravity of the situation set in, Anne’s self-assured grin swiftly disappeared. Contrary to her expectations, she discovered a strong and determined me, unwavering in my stance.

Your mother has chosen to assume responsibility for her own affairs and assets, the attorney informed Mrs. Anne. With explicit instructions to guarantee her comfort and care without interference, she has lawfully allocated her funds and property to a trust.

Anne’s fury was visible on her flushed face. “I can’t believe this! “Mother, you can’t treat me this way!”
“I can and I have,” I told her while staring her down in the eye. I thought you were going to dump me and pocket my cash. Everything will be on my terms until I die, and even then, you won’t receive a dime.

What Came Next

It was wonderful to see the look of astonishment and amazement on Anne’s face. Although she made an effort to disagree, the lawyer patiently emphasized that all of the facts were solid and could not be changed. After Anne slammed the door behind her, she stormed away.

I had a feeling of calm and mastery over my life that I hadn’t had in a long time. Sitting down to tea, Mrs. Thompson assisted me to my beloved chair. After making my decision, I felt good about it. Respect and affection are not something you can force or purchase, and my kid needed to know that. They are valuable only when gained.

I am thankful for the inner strength I discovered as I sit here now, enjoying my tea and watching the sunset. Even though I’m 90 years old, I can still do things my way and make my own judgments. Now that Anne and I have reconciled, there is mutual respect and affection in my house again.

What I’ve learned from this is that you should always fight for what you believe in, demand respect when you’re wronged, and show people the real meaning of love and family, no matter how old you are.

The waitress asks them for their orders.

The man says, ‘A hamburger, fries and a coke,’ and turns to the ostrich, ‘What’s yours?’

‘I’ll have the same,’ says the ostrich.

A short time later the waitress returns with the order

‘ That will be $9.40 please,’ and the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment.

The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, ‘A hamburger, fries and a coke’

The ostrich says, ‘I’ll have the same’

Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change.

This becomes routine until the two enter again.

‘The usual?’ asks the waitress.

‘No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and a salad,’ says the man.

‘Same,’ says the ostrich.

Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, ‘That will be $32.62.’

Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table.

The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer.

“Excuse me, sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact change in your pocket every time?”

Says the man, “Well, several years ago I was cleaning the attic and found an old lamp. When I rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes.

The first wish I asked was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there.”

The waitress said “That’s brilliant! Most people would ask for a million dollars or something, but you’ll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live. How smart of you!”

“That’s right. Whether it’s a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact amount of money is always there,” says the man proudly.

The waitress asks, “But, what’s that ostrich all about?”

The man sighs, pauses and answers with a heavy heart,

“My second wish was for a tall chick with long legs who accompanies me wherever I go and agrees with everything I say”.

MORAL OF THE STORY:

Men’s brains work brilliantly until they start thinking about a woman!!

If you liked this, please share by using the share button below.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen. The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no–it was covered with green buds and full of promise. The third son disagreed, he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but one season in the tree’s life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are–and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life–can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall. Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

At the next stop a loud and grumpy young lady came and sat by her.

She squeezed into the seat and bumped her with her numerous bags.

The person sitting on the other side of the old lady got upset, asked her why she did not speak up and say something.

The old lady responded with a smile:

“It is not necessary to be rude or argue over something so insignificant, the journey together is so short. I get off at the next stop.”

This response deserves to be written in golden letters:

“It is not necessary to be rude or argue over something so insignificant, the journey together is so short.”

If each one of us realized that our time here is so short; that to darken it with quarrels, futile arguments, not forgiving others, discontentment and a fault finding attitude would be a waste of time and energy

Did someone break your heart?

Be calm, the journey is so short.

Did someone betray, bully, cheat or humiliate you? Be calm, forgive, the journey is so short.

Whatever troubles anyone brings us, let us remember that our journey together is so short.

Noone knows the duration of this journey. Noone knows when their stop will come. Our journey together is so short.

Let us cherish friends and family.

Let us be respectful, kind and forgiving to each other.

Let us be filled with gratitude and gladness.

If I have ever hurt you, I ask for your forgiveness. If you have ever hurt me, you already have my forgiveness.

After all, Our journey together is so short.

After his father passed away, he decided to leave his mother at old age home and visited her on and off.

Once he received a call from old age home…His mom was very serious… “Please come to visit”.

The man went and saw mom very critical, on her dying b3d.

He asked: “Mom what can I do for you?”

Mom replied… “Please install fans in the old age home, there are none…. Also put a fridge for betterment of food because many times I slept without food”.

He was surprised and asked: “Mom, while you were here you never complained. Now you have few hours left and you are telling me all this, why?”

Mom replied…..”It’s OK dear, I’ve managed with the heat, hunger & pain. But when your children will send you here, I am afraid you will not be able to manage!”

She warned me vehemently to take care with what I left behind and said that this is why she wants to modernize the old age home. Because she feared that one day, perhaps, my children would abandon me there. And I would experience what she did. Her final words were, “What you give is what you get.”

He looks at her and says angrily, “Fix the lights now? Does it look like I have GE written on my forehead? I don’t think so”.

“Fine”, the wife sighs, “Well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won’t close right”.

To which he replied, “Fix the fridge door? Does it look like I have ‘Westing house’ written on my forehead? I don”t think so”.

“Fine”, she says “Then you could at least fix the steps to the front door? They are about to break”

“I’m not a carpenter and I don’t want to fix steps” he says, “Does it look like I have Ace Hardware written on my forehead? I don’t think so, I’ve had enough of you. I’m going to the bar!”

So he goes to the bar and drinks for a couple of hours. He starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife, and decides to go home. As he walks into the house, he notices that the steps are already fixed. As he enters the house, he sees the hall light is working. As he goes to get a beer, he notices the fridge door is fixed.

“Honey”, he asks, “How did all this get fixed?”

A wife replied, “Well, when you left I sat outside and cried. Just then a nice young man asked me what was wrong, and I told him. He offered to do all the repairs, and all I had to do was either go to bed with him or bake a cake”.

A Husband asked, “So what kind of cake did you bake?”

She replied, “Hello… Do you see Betty Crocker written on my forehead? I don’t think so!”

Yet, there comes a time in people’s life when they come across someone new whose beauty enchants them and make them forget about their partner who was by their side for bad and for worse.

No matter if you are married or not, you should take a look at the following story.
When I got home that night as my wife served me dinner, I grabbed her hand and said “I have something to tell you.”. She sat down and ate quietly. I watched and saw the pain in her eyes. Suddenly I did not know how to open my mouth, but I had to tell her what I was thinking: “I want a divorce”. She did not seem upset by my words and asked me softly, why? You’re not a man?

That night we did not talk, and she cried. She wanted to know what was happening to me.

It was something with our marriage, but I could not answer what exactly. It happened that she had lost my heart, and I had another woman named Joan. I no longer loved my wife, but I pitied her. With a great sense of guilt, I wrote a divorce agreement and with this agreement she got the house, the car and 30% of our business.

She looked at the agreement and threw it away. She spent 10 years of her life with me and now we were like strangers. I pitied her, for all the lost time, energy was not the same but it could not change. I loved Joan. Suddenly she started screaming. The idea of divorce was now clearer to me.

The next day I came home and I found myself writing at the table. I did not eat dinner and went to sleep, I was very tired having spent the day with Juana. When I woke up, my wife was still writing at the table. I did not mind, I turned around and continued sleeping. In the morning my wife introduced me to divorce conditions: She did not want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce.

She asked me for a month, we would have to live as if nothing happened. Her reason was simple, our son had whole month of tests and she did not want to bother him with our broken marriage. I agreed, but she had another request: to agree upon me carrying her to our room like the day we got married. I thought she was going crazy, but that this alone was accepted.

My wife and I had no physical contact since I expressed my intention to divorce, so when I took her to the front door the first day, we both feel bad. Our son walked behind with clapping and saying: Dad is carrying mom is his arms! His words gave me a lot of pain.

I walked the 10 meters with my wife in my arms. She closed her eyes and said quietly: do not tell our son about the divorce. Then I went to work. I drove alone to work. The second day, we were both more relaxed.

She leaned against my chest, I could feel the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I had not looked at it carefully. I realized she was no longer so young, had some wrinkles, some gray hairs … that was notable a damage of our marriage. For a moment I thought and I ask: what was it I did? The fourth day, I felt some affection was returning between us. This was the woman who gave me 10 years of her life. In the fifth and sixth day, it continued to. I said nothing about Joan.

Every other day it was easier to carry my wife and month was running. I thought I was getting used to her weight. One morning, she was looking for what to wear. She had tried many dresses on, but all of them were too big. It was then that I realized she was very thin, and that was the reason that I did not feel her weight load. Suddenly I realized that I had provoked much pain and bitterness.

Without realizing it, she touched my hair. Our son entered the room and said, Dad, it is time that you take Mom to the door! For my son, seeing his father day after day carry her mother to the door, that had become an essential part of his life. My wife hugged him, I covered my face. I was afraid I changed my thinking about divorce. And holding my wife in my arms to the door, it felt like the first day of our wedding.

She stroked my neck soft and naturally. I held her strong, just like our wedding night. I hugged her and did not move, but she was so thin and that made me sad. The last day I just hugged her and did not want to move, I told her I did not realize that we had no privacy. Our son was at school. I drove to the office, I left the car without closing the door, I climbed the stairs, Joan opened the door, and I said, excuse me, sorry, I do not want to divorce my wife.

Joan looked at me and asked me if I had a fever. I said:
My wife and I love each other, it was that we were doing everything as a routine and boring. We did not value the details of our life since I started carrying her to the room. Joan began to mourn, slapped me and closed the door. Going down the stairs, I went in the car and went to the florist.

I bought my wife flowers. The girl in the florist asked me what to write on the card? I told her to put: I will carry you every morning until death parts us. I arrived at my house with flowers in my hands and smile, and ran up the stairs; when I went … I found my dead wife. My wife was battling cancer, and I was so busy with Joan, so I did not realize. My wife knew she was dying and that is why she asked for a month’s notice before the divorce, so that our son will not have bad memories of divorce.

At least in my son’s eyes, the memory of his father who was a good husband who loved his wife will stay. These small details are what matters in a relationship, not the house, the car, the money in the bank. All this only creates an environment that you think will lead to happiness, but really … is not. Try to keep your marriage happy, share this story on your wall, you may be saving a marriage. All the stories of failure are equal; they give up when they are about to enter to success. We do not know what we have until we lose it…

We hope this story will make you think of the true blessings in life we sometimes take for granted, as the love this woman had for her husband.

One morning there was a knock on elder brother’s door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter’s toolbox. “I am looking for a few days of work”, he said. “Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?”

“Yes!” said the elder brother. “I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That’s my neighbor, in fact, it’s my younger brother and we don’t get along. Last week he dug a wider passage for water into his farm. But he ended up creating a very wide creek in between our farms and I am sure he did it just to annoy me. I want you to build me something so that we don’t have to stand and see each other’s face from across.”

The carpenter said “I think I understand the situation. I will be able to do a job that will please you.”. The elder brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing.

At sunset when the elder brother returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The elder brother’s eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped. It was not what he had even thought of or imagined. It was a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work, beautiful handrails. And to his surprise, his younger brother across the creek was coming to meet him with a big smile and arms wide open to hug him.

“You are really kind and humble my brother! After all I had done and said to you, you still shown that blood relations can never be broken! I am truly sorry for my behaviour”, the younger brother said as he hugged his elder brother. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. “No, wait! Stay a few days. I have a lot of other projects for you,” said the older brother.

“I’d love to stay on”, the carpenter said, “but, I have many more bridges to build!”

Moral: There is no shame in accepting your mistake or forgiving each other. We should be kind and humble. We should try to stay together as a family and not break away from it over the petty arguments.

The homeless guy thanked him for it. Next day again, he noticed the homeless guy at the same place. This time Steve though to get him something to eat, so he went outside the station and brought him a meal. The homeless guy thanked him for his kindness. But Steve got curious and asked him, “How did you get to this point?”

The homeless guy looked up at him and with a smile, he said, “By Showing Love.”. Steve didn’t understand it, so he asked him, “What do you mean by that?”. The homeless guy replied that “Throughout my whole life, I made sure that everyone was happy. No matter what was going right or wrong in my life, I always helped everyone.”

Steve asked him, “Do you regret it?”. To which the homeless man replied, “No, It just hurts my soul that the very people I gave the shirt off my back to wouldn’t give me a sleeve of that same shirt when I was in need. Son, It is better to build your own house and invite someone in for shelter than to hand them your bricks while you are building yours. Because one day you will turn around and look at the spot where you had planned to build your house. It will be an empty lot. Then you are the one looking for bricks.”

Steve understood what the homeless guy meant and thanked him for the good advice.

Moral: Helping others is not a bad thing at all. But Sometimes, while we are helping others, we forget our own problems and needs. One must remember that sometimes sharing is better than giving away. You can do a lot more by being in a strong position instead of bringing yourself into a weaker situation.

Now it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama. The waiter rushed forward to their rescue. In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter. The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt. When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.

Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering if the cockroach was responsible for their histrionic behavior? If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed? He handled it near to perfection without any chaos.

It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.

I understood, I should not react in life. I should always respond. The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded. Reactions are always instinctive whereas responses are always well thought of, just and right to save a situation from going out of hand, to avoid cracks in a relationship, to avoid making decisions in anger, anxiety, stress or hurry.