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Here’s another story sent to me by my friend, Mabel:

Come with me to a third grade classroom….. There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It’s never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they’ll never speak to him again as long as he lives.

The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, ‘Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I’m dead meat.’

He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.

As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy’s lap.

The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, ‘Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!’

Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.

She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You’ve done enough, you klutz!’

Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, ‘You did that on purpose, didn’t you?’ Susie whispers back, ‘I wet my pants once too.’

May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good..

Remember…..Just going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.

Each and everyone one of us is going through tough times right now, but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep the faith.

I receive this article from a friend through email and I fell so in love with the story and I wanted to preserve it here, too: This is the story…

An incredible love story has come out of China recently and managed to touch the world.
It is a story of a man and an older woman who ran off to live and love each other in peace for over half a century.

The 70-year-old Chinese man who hand-carved over 6,000 stairs up a mountain for his 80-year-old wife has passed away in the cave which has been the couple’s home for the last 50 years.

Over 50 years ago, Liu Guojiang a 19 year-old boy, fell in love with a 29 year-old widowed mother named Xu Chaoqin..

In a twist worthy of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, friends and relatives criticized the relationship because of the age difference and the fact that Xu already had children.

At that time, it was unacceptable and immoral for a young man to love an older woman.. To avoid the market gossip and the scorn of their communities, the couple decided to elope and lived in a cave in Jiangjin County in Southern ChongQing Municipality.

In the beginning, life was harsh as they had nothing, no electricity or even food. They had to eat grass and roots they found in the mountain, and Liu made a kerosene lamp that they used to light up their lives.

Xu felt that she had tied Liu down and repeatedly asked him, ‘Are you regretful? Liu always replied, ‘As long as we are industrious, life will improve.’

In the second year of living in the mountain, Liu began and continued for over 50 years, to hand-carve the steps so that his wife could get down the mountain easily.

Half a century later in 2001, a group of adventurers were exploring the forest and were surprised to find the elderly couple and the over 6,000 hand-carved steps. Liu MingSheng, one of their seven children said, ‘My parents loved each other so much, they have lived in seclusion for over 50 years and never been apart a single day. He hand carved more than 6,000 steps over the years for my mother’s convenience, although she doesn’t go down the mountain that much.’

The couple had lived in peace for over 50 years until last week. Liu, now 72 years, returned from his daily farm work and collapsed. Xu sat and prayed with her husband as he passed away in her arms.. So in love with Xu, was Liu, that no one was able to release the grip he had on his wife’s hand even after he had passed away.

‘You promised me you’ll take care of me, you’ll always be with me until the day I died, now you left before me, how am I going to live without you?’

Xu spent days softly repeating this sentence and touching her husband’s black coffin with tears rolling down her cheeks.

In 2006, their story became one of the top 10 love stories from China , collected by the Chinese Women Weekly. The local government has decided to preserve the love ladder and the place they lived as a museum, so this love story can live forever.

Tomorrow’s July first and yet up until this moment, our school is still arguing over teacher’s loads. We encounter problems in classrooms and scheduling of classes that even up to this moment there are still teachers who have not really understood their schedule. I, for one, have experience  several changes in my schedule.

And I pity our students most of all since they got to suffer from these changes in their teachers and I believe at this time they should have learned a lot from us if we only have properly planned the class program, but the problem is we seemed to have difficulty in arranging the class schedule as there are some of us who seemed to serve themselves first rather than serving the students.

It is sad to note that there are still others who refuse to give service whoeleheartedly because they want everything in under their control and worst, many are affected by such selfishness.

I pity my school so much since it was once commended as being one of the performing schools in our region and now it is slowly losing the reputation that we have worked hard for years ago. My heart bleeds so much since I could no longer feel the spirit of pride in every student and teacher’s heart in this school since most of us no longer think of the welfare of our school.

I am hoping that one day all of the people in the school will wake up from this deep slumber and will once again realize that we need bring back to glory forour school.

Our school adopted the DepEd order no. 45 series of 2008 entitled - Student Uniform not Required in Public Elementary and Secondary Schools and honestly, I don’t think that it has served its real purpose.

It was supposed to ease the financial burdens brought about by families whose one of the reasons for not being able to send their children to school is school fees and school uniforms.

Through DepEd Memo 19 and 22 which emphasized on the No Collection Policy during enrollment, parents don’t have reasons anymore not to send their children to school. But parents came up with another reason and that is, the imposition of school uniforms in public school and so DepEd once again answered the call by creating DepEd Memo 45.

Yet, I believe that this policy should only be applied to incoming Grade 1 and freshmen students in the public school. Old students don’t have any reasons at all not to wear their uniform since the old one could still be used unless it is no longer usable then maybe they should be given a consideration.

In my fourth year class, although 95% of my students are wearing their school uniform yet because we were informed to impose this policy then I have apprehensions when it comes to reprimanding those who refused to wear their school uniform and to think that poverty is not the reason why they were not able to wear the school uniform. My students are well aware of this policy and although mostly said that they prefer wearing the school uniform but there are others who pointed to us the policy whenever this issue is brought up.

Wearing of the school uniform is actually one way of identifying our students from outsiders. The community, which is considered also as the partner of the school in looking after delinquent students who escape from classes during class hours, could no longer tell whether they are our students or just another bystanders since the school uniform is the only way of separating our students from those who are not.

Without school uniform, the students could easily slip inside internet cafe and even in the mall. And to think that we are actually aiming to increase the performance and participation rate of our students.

Yes, clothes has nothing to do with one’s performance, but somehow instead of teaching our students the importance of education, we seemed to be  too lax in discipline and thereby giving them more chances of escaping school.

Generally, parents still would prefer to see their children wearing the school uniform. Isn’t it a pride of every parent to see their children in school? How every parent beamed with so much joy as they see their children wearing the school uniform for the first time?

The purpose of the government might be good but maybe it was ordered to hastily before looking in all the aspects concerning it.

I visited the wake last Sunday and though, I was not the crying type of person but I was not able to hold back my tears when I was greeted by this statement, “Babes, your best friend is gone.”

My co-teacher calls me Babes as our term of endearment and yes, I am really fond of her daughter that her death really caused me pain. Until that moment I could never understand the real reason of ther sudden death, but whatever it was, I never really did asked so many questions because I was still a little bit shock.

On Monday morning, my other co-teachers told me that it was sepsis and honestly I knew nothing of such illness and so the moment I got the chance to surf the internet, the first thing that I googled was sepsis.

I never really realized that this illness is that deadly. It barely took her twenty-four hours to survive and she did really struggled according to her mother. I could even feel her pain as I look at her in her death bed.

As of now, I am still trying to understand what sepsis is and still trying to udnerstand it.