Lunch

One of my good friends treated us for lunch today. It was for celebrating her twenty fifth birthday. She was one year older by then. Honestly, I was on a diet and therefore quite hard to join the group. However, it was her happy day and I should be happy for her. I broke my own promise that day and went for a big lunch with my friends.

The cook in the restaurants had to prepare several dishes for us because we ordered different menus. We waited patiently until all dishes ready before us. To be honest, I enjoyed the lunch very much because I was starving. I didn’t know if they thought the same thing, but all of us looked well occupied with our own plates. Well, thanks for the treat and might she have a wonderful times in her new year.

What a thunder

It was night and time for my own agenda. I was writing on my diary when I heard the noisy wind outside my window. I expected it to be a heavy rain in no time. I was right, soon the thunder moaned outside. There were tens of them in a minute. That was actually not in my expectation.

There was an electricity power cut several times that I decided to put my diary aside. I put my head down to my lovely pillow but the thunder was too loud that I lost interest. However, I didn't care, I tightly closed my eyes. Sometimes I opened them when the thunder stroke hard and caused my room trembling.

What a thunder, I thought. I hoped it wouldn't last long so that I could step outside and did some work on my table.

They knew me

I drove passed along a huge farm this afternoon. I looked outside the window and noticed some farmers plowed their land. That reminded me the day when I once in a farm. This thought brought me to twenty years ago. I was there in the middle of a farm with my mother. She was a hard worker and did all the work. I felt uncomfortable to see her working by herself then I started to get my hoe.

I plowed the land enthusiastically, but it happened. I couldn't manage to stand after only several plows. I got fainted. My dear mother took me by her hand and called for help. Some neighbors came and gave my mother some help. They lied me near our hut and my mother stopped all her work. She packed our stuff and immediately took me home.

Listening to my mother's story, my father and the rest of the family laughed at me. They told me that I was not a farm lady. Hoe was not my tool but pen. Ever since my family never took me to the farm. They did all the work in the farm without me. At the second thought, I believed they're right, pen suited me most of my time.

Grateful should I be

I started to read my favorite magazine this evening after dinner and was captured by an article indicating a very poor country, a country which had no land to shelter them, Palestine. They were in waiting for certainty to live. I looked at myself and whispered to the magazine saying how lucky I was.

If the Palestinian must wander from one land to the other to continue their lives, I was fortunate enough to move from one good house to a better house and then another better house. Palestinians had the least thing they could carry along during their wandering but I could carry as many I liked to the new house. The new house would give me another wonderful time to crave in memory but the Palestinians would probably forget where they had been yesterday. Day and night the Palestinians were hiding from bullets fire and death but I could do whatever I liked in any of my time of the day. Sometimes I forgot that I was lucky enough and then claimed too much more than what I needed. Please forgive me.

There were still many unfortunate people around the world, in my country, in town, and even in my neighborhood. There were many children crying because of hunger, many parents fight for a piece of bread and a lot of youths begging from the rich in their luxury cars. They were only a little glance of so many others that were not caught in the light of the day. What causes this poverty and who to blame? Is there any solution for fixing up this problem?

Poverty is everywhere in this world, even developing countries still have certain states that suffer from poverty. Poverty happens not totally because of the country’s poor land but more for the man resources. Japan has a limited natural sources but it can lead the technology development and compete in a highly prestigious international competition. India is one of the widest populated countries and has a large land but it is one of the poorest countries in the world. Thank goodness that mother Theresa from Calcuta successfully withdrew the international attention and sympathy to this very poor nation.

Praise be to Lord

On a battle with evil that night, Anne and family prayed constantly. They prayed that God healed her ill mother. They had no more things to say in prayer but healed her mother. God really listened to them and he certainly cared for them.

He healed Anne’s mother just in time before they lost faith in Him. Anne was overjoyed and praised Lord for everything they had passed through with Him. Anne would never be a minute in her future time be scared of any evil for she believed God would always be there. She loved Him more that she could say and she adored Him for every miracles He gave Anne and her family.