Guest guest Posted October 4, 2004 Report Share Posted October 4, 2004 Dear Al what a Grace to read this wonderful story thank you for sharing it what a gift for this day in GD i AM michael >"Al Larus" <erilarend > ><> > Just waving, not drowning : ) >Tue, 5 Oct 2004 01:12:02 +0200 > > > > >Two weeks ago I met a girl outside, she grew up in the house across the >street. >She travelled as a backpacker in Africa three years ago, and she came upon >a >poor village >where she decided to stay and help. >Since she arrived nobody has died from starvation. > >Quite impressive of a 20 year old stepping in where others had left a long >time ago. >It was nice to see her face how she had developed as she rushed down the >street to the old woman >who gave her chocolate when she was a child. >Her husband was a pilot and crashed into the sea with a passenger plane >twenty years ago. >The aviation committee worked on the case for fifteen years so she had a >hard time. > > >I enter a house now and then where after all these years there is no solid >ground under my feet. >Not a single fluffy cloud upon the sky. > >From this point of view I have tried to write about reality, but I have not >at all been satisfied yet > >The gate to this compassion was once impersonal and cold. >I can not find exact words describing it, since if I look, according to the >mental state different thoughts will rise. > >So I must leave it right here, without any belief, empty handed. > > > >Alan > > _______________ The new MSN 8: smart spam protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 4, 2004 Report Share Posted October 4, 2004 Dear Al again its me michael i forgot to admit that i am at the moment to dumb to understand the following I enter a house now and then where after all these years there is no solid ground under my feet. Not a single fluffy cloud upon the sky. >From this point of view I have tried to write about reality, but I have not at all been satisfied yet The gate to this compassion was once impersonal and cold. I can not find exact words describing it, since if I look, according to the mental state different thoughts will rise. So I must leave it right here, without any belief, empty handed. PLEASE LEND ME ÝOUR HELPING HAND TO UNDERSTAND IT LOTS OF LOVE michael >"Al Larus" <erilarend > ><> > Just waving, not drowning : ) >Tue, 5 Oct 2004 01:12:02 +0200 > > > > >Two weeks ago I met a girl outside, she grew up in the house across the >street. >She travelled as a backpacker in Africa three years ago, and she came upon >a >poor village >where she decided to stay and help. >Since she arrived nobody has died from starvation. > >Quite impressive of a 20 year old stepping in where others had left a long >time ago. >It was nice to see her face how she had developed as she rushed down the >street to the old woman >who gave her chocolate when she was a child. >Her husband was a pilot and crashed into the sea with a passenger plane >twenty years ago. >The aviation committee worked on the case for fifteen years so she had a >hard time. > > >I enter a house now and then where after all these years there is no solid >ground under my feet. >Not a single fluffy cloud upon the sky. > >From this point of view I have tried to write about reality, but I have not >at all been satisfied yet > >The gate to this compassion was once impersonal and cold. >I can not find exact words describing it, since if I look, according to the >mental state different thoughts will rise. > >So I must leave it right here, without any belief, empty handed. > > > >Alan > > _______________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 4, 2004 Report Share Posted October 4, 2004 - "Al Larus" <erilarend <> Monday, October 04, 2004 7:12 PM Just waving, not drowning : ) > Two weeks ago I met a girl outside, she grew up in the house across the > street. > She travelled as a backpacker in Africa three years ago, and she came upon > a > poor village > where she decided to stay and help. > Since she arrived nobody has died from starvation. > > Quite impressive of a 20 year old stepping in where others had left a long > time ago. > It was nice to see her face how she had developed as she rushed down the > street to the old woman > who gave her chocolate when she was a child. > Her husband was a pilot and crashed into the sea with a passenger plane > twenty years ago. > The aviation committee worked on the case for fifteen years so she had a > hard time. > > > I enter a house now and then where after all these years there is no solid > ground under my feet. > Not a single fluffy cloud upon the sky. > > From this point of view I have tried to write about reality, but I have > not > at all been satisfied yet > > The gate to this compassion was once impersonal and cold. > I can not find exact words describing it, since if I look, according to > the > mental state different thoughts will rise. > > So I must leave it right here, without any belief, empty handed. > > > > Alan ********************************** Thanks for sharing Alan. It is hard to say anything about beliefs. We are all holding hands. Love to all Harsha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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