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New Challenge: Daily Post

(dailypostNov.2011) EXCEPTION TO THE GOLDEN RULE?  

As everyone is cognizant, the Golden Rule personifies the most important concept of equality and justice. It speaks of human responsibility to ensure just treatment for others, as exemplified in different religious teachings. The Golden rule brings forth the message to love our neighbors as we love ourselves. Can we have or have not an exemption to this rule?  I do not know.

Despite many criticisms about the Golden rule – for example the argument of M.G. Singer, who believed that there should be two ways at looking at the Golden Rule, as well as Mr. Bernard Shaw, who took into account the importance of respecting one’s taste’s and values – I still find the Golden Rule the epitome of the highest and, perhaps, the most “ideal” norm to follow. If only the entire human race would take precedence in taking care of each other, then probably our world would be a sanctuary of peace: no corruption, no coercion, and no war.  Unfortunately, the seed of Golden Rule did not seem to grow in everyone’s moral fiber, and the world is now unfortunately inhabited with a few people whom I would describe as, “difficult to love.”

In my view, should a son be brutally killed in a criminal violent attack – though it may not be an ideal response – I would definitely understand if the victim’s family would seek justice or bear resentment against the perpetrators – but, NOT FOR LONG. I guess it is understandable that after adversity human needs TIME to heal by grieving, reflecting, and yes forgiving, as the Golden Rule suggests. After all, as one psychologist friend says, “We are human, and more important than being perfect is being WHOLE.”  



(dailypostOct.2011) FIRE(d) ALARM

With our current economic situation here in America, I am sure it is tough to be out of work. I have heard many stories in the past few months about companies cutting back on their employees, if not closing down operations completely. In such situation, I bet the manager’s job of facing the awful task of breaking the sad news to his people that they are laid off is a gut wrenching one.  Actually I wonder if there’s an easy way of saying “you’re fired” in a lackadaisical way. Like any bad news, I believe that no matter how much we package it; still it remains at the apportioned time, bad news.

Thankfully, to fire someone has never been part of my job description. But, it doesn’t mean that I have immunity and cannot be sent out of the company’s door at any time. As a matter of fact, looking back on how many “slipups and bloopers” I have made in my entire job history, I sometimes feel that I was just so lucky not to have FULLY activated any “termination tripwires.”

I remember when I delivered my farewell speech at a dinner hosted for me by my last employer, my colleagues burst into spontaneous belly laughs when I recounted some of my disconcerting bloopers committed while at work. I felt I was safe to let my hair down and share some of my gaffes since I had already resigned. While they thought they were funny, I surely felt my accidental violations of protocol were gravely serious at that time. It was so serious, there was an incident in my career when I literally saw head executives of our company running to my rescue to literally put a kibosh on plans to jettison me to the unemployment line; all the while my fragile career was passing before my youthful eyes. That was the closest I have ever encountered being faced with potential cash flow disruption or becoming financially embarrassed – oh, it surely was nerve-wracking! Nonetheless, I survived fifteen professionally satisfying years with that company. I made many friends, learned a lot of lessons, created wonderful memories, and even rose to a trusted and confidential position, which I will certainly take with me for a lifetime.

“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” – Dr. Seus   




When I read the Daily Post Challenge today, what immediately came to my mind was the story entitled, “The Most Beautiful Heart,” which was e-mailed  to me by a friend  long time ago. Instantly, I searched online the story, and luckily, in one click, I have found it.

The Most Beautiful Heart  (

“One day a young man   was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared — how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.” “Yes,” said the old man, “yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love – I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges — giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a
piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the
young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his.”

Although the standards of beauty have changed overtime, some people still associate beauty with physical appearance: the perfect bone structure and facial symmetry, smooth skin, and the well proportion body. However, I still believe that beauty is valued on subjective basis. There’s a truth to the saying that “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Meaning, what could be beautiful to me may not be beautiful to others. More than one’s physical attributes, I put a lot of value on inner beauty, which is consist of good manners,  confidence, grace, intelligence, charisma, and purity of heart. I don’t care if you are wrinkled and covered by facial imperfections, if you are willing to give a piece of your heart to someone who is in need, then  count yourself beautiful in my eyes.

“The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.”



(dailypostOct.2011): SURPRISE!

I am Ms. Imaginative.  My creative juices flow freely when the thought of giving a “surprise” comes to mind. However, more than the challenge of conceptualizing ideas and preparing plans, it is indeed the prospect of making someone smile and feel special that makes my heart race in excitement when orchestrating a great plan.  Although the feeling of surprise is fleeting, still I find the image of sudden shift of facial expression to joyful exhilaration a priceless sight to behold.

Besides my husband’s romantic marriage proposal, my acceptance for an educational grant in England was one of the greatest surprises in my life. My friend was the one who was supposed to apply for it, but because of the age requirement, which he did not qualify, I ended up filling out the application form instead. Three months later, I received a reply letter from the institution. I already anticipated that it contains a polite rejection message for me, but to my astonishment, I was wrong – (surprise, surprise) I was accepted to the scholarship! I felt my world stopped that very moment. I couldn’t believe it. I had to read the letter who knows how many time to fully convince myself that I was not in the land of Lalala – dreaming. It was indeed an ecstatic feeling; something I won’t forget for the rest of my life.  After months of preparation, I had my first study grant abroad, first plane ride, first trip in Europe, first taste of winter, and first of many more surprises.

 “The moments of happiness we enjoy takes us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us.” – Ashley Montagu 



(dailypostOct.2011):  WATCH FOR LOVE

Every now and then I treat myself in something wicked:  I kick my shoes off, bundle myself in my favorite blanket (baby kumot), and give in to my self-serving impulse to take in to what makes me feel alive and inspired. If I want to put a smile on my face I just watch a romantic comedy, and, of course, make sure it’s a happy ending. Yes, I believe in magic!

A modern version of  Chinese Cinderella that says its all: indeed good things happen to good people


A story about an Arab woman who falls in love with someone different from her culture. This movie depicts that  love knows no religion; knows no boundary. 


Opa! (2009) Poster

A Greek film  that proves,” Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” – Corinthians




I want to give myself something to look forward to. I can’t promise a blog every day, but maybe once or twice a week. I’m sure it will help me a lot in improving my writing skills… let’s see!