Friday, September 20, 2013

Lame Hen



        The chick was picked up by my youngest sister while she was looking after the buffaloes.

         I could not figure out how loudly the kids had shouted from the backs of their buffaloes forcing the eagle to loosen its claw and let go of the wretched chicken. Oh to think what a wreck it was, dropped from such a height of dozens of meters. No other kids, except my youngest sister, then seven years old, were going to pick it up.

         At first, my older sister told my youngest sister to throw it to the cat, kaiko; I preferred using it as a prize for the cat and Mumu, the dog, to fight over. My youngest sister was adamant against both proposals, and since she was the pet of the family, she got my mother's support. The chick was thus saved.

        "Dogs heal their flesh wound, chickens heal their broken bones."It was a miracle to have survived after such a fall, and more or less in good shape like that! So Lame chick was the most suitable name. She grew up with a pair of mismatched legs, one longer than the other, and her right wing sagging. That wretched shape proved a real misery when it came to struggling for ood and prey. She was an object for Kaiko and Mumu to torment. The cat, layhing in the sun, would strike a blow with her paw when Lame passed by. The dog looking up from his bone and bark real loud when he saw Lame searching for rice in a pile of straw. As for the brood of chickens, Lame appeared as a 'karma' unable to integrate into the community. Like all hens do, Lame would react on the slightest threat with total submission, hiding her head under her wing and limping past, only to fall every few steps, striving to get up and then stumbling again...She was growing steadily, though.

       Then for a while, Lame was out of sight. She was searched for but soon forgotten by my sister who was preoccupied playing with her peers. It was just as summed she had been caught by fox, a wolf, or even by Kaiko or Mumu especially the later might turn fox.

       Suddenly one morning, Lame reappeared in the courtyard, accompanied by a newly-hatched chick, her own chick. No one knew how Lame, with such a wretched shape like hers, could have borne the cock's weight when they made love chicken-style. No one knew where she had laid her egg. The Lame hen and her chick appeared unexpected among the brood and were accepted as a miracle. To think just what a hostile situation Lame alone was in before. Only the dog and the cat were against it.


       It was a case of "ugly mother, beautiful daughter". The chick was growing fast into a beauty. Its feathers were very smooth and fine. Lame was very proud; she kept the choice morsels for her chick. About a month later another unexpected event happened. For reasons unknown, Kaiko, out of sunbathing, jumped down into the courtyard and pawed at the chick. The chick could do nothing but lie flat and wait for death. Right the, Lame arrived, leapt up, kicked at the cat's face and began to peck ferociously at it. Enormous as she was, the wicked cat was frightened out of her senses. She tried to duck the blows and dashed to her hideout with her tail between her legs. No one could understand how Lame managed to beat the cat with her deformed body.

      Lame's deformity was soon forgotten and now she would take her place squarely in the courtyard, proudly calling for her chick, who was putting on flesh and growing all the more beautiful. The chick was now bigger than her mother.

      Time passed by quickly. The rainy season arrived. Worms floated out of the flooded ground, serving as prey to the chickens. One day, Lame caught a big worm, pulled it out of the ground and called her chick out to share the game. The chick rushed to the scene, got hold of the worm, and ran away with it. Lame followed. But all a sudden, the chick turned around and gave Lame a big kick. Lame fell flat. She tried to get up but failed on the slippery ground.

       After that, Lame returned to her old self, a complete wreck subject to torment from the cat and the dog. The brood of chicken kept her at a distance. Lame would stand alone in a corner of the courtyard from where she would occasionally cast a look at the fattest, prettiest hen in the brood which used to be her own chick.

                                                                        Tuong Long

To Remember Me


   
         The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

         When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives..

         Give my eyes to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain. Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from day to day. Take my bone,every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

         Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.

         Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow and blossom.

         If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against the others around me.

         Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to god.

         If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

                                                                                 Robert N. Test

Good News

       Robert De Vincenzo, the great Argentine golfer, once won a tournament and, after receiving the check and smiling for the cameras, he went to the clubhouse and prepared to leave. Some time later, he walked alone to his car in the parking lot and was approached by a young woman. She congratulated him on his victory and then told him that her child was seriously ill and near death. She did not know how she could pay the doctor's bill and hospital expenses.

       De Vincenzo was touched by her story, and he took out a pen and endorsed his winning check for payment to the woman "Make some good days for the baby," he said as he pressed the check into her hand.

       The next week, he was having lunch in a country club when a Profestional Golf Association official came to his table. "Some of the boys in the parking lot last week told me you met a young woman there after you won that tournament." De Vincenzo nodded. "Well," said the official, "I have news for you. She's a phony. She has no sick baby. She's not even married. she fleeced you, my friend."

       You mean there is no baby who is dying?" said De Vincenzo.

       "That's right." said the official.

       "That's the best news I've heard all week," De Vincenzo said.

                                    The Best of Bits Et Pieces

       Two men
       Look out through the same bars:
       one sees the mud,
                                             and one the stars.  
                                                 
                                             - Frederick Langbridge 

Encouragement

         Some of a greatest success stories of history have followed a word of encouragement or an act of  confidence by a loved one or a trusting friend. Had it not been for a confident wife, Sophia, we might not have listed among the great names of literature the name of Nathaniel Hawthorne.

         When Nathaniel, a heartbroken man, went home to tell his wife that he was a failure and had been fired from his job, she surprised him with an exclamation of joy.

          "Now," she said triumphantly, "you can write your book!"

           "Yes," replied the man, with sagging confidence, "and what shall we live on while I am writing it?"

           To his amazement, she opened a drawer and pulled a substantial amount of money.

            "When on earth did you get that" he exclaimed.

            "I have always known that you were a man of genius," she told him. "I knew that someday you would write a masterpiece. So every week, out of money you gave me for housekeeping, I saved a little bit. So here is enough to last us for one whole year."

         From her trust and confidence came one of the greatest novels of American literature, The Scarlet Letter.

                                                                                               - Nido Qubien

          I takes so littler to make people happy.

              Just a touch if we know how to give it,

         Just a word fitly spoken....a slight readjustment of some bolt or pin or bearing in the delicate machinery of a soul.

                                                                                                  - Frank Crane

Paco Come Home!


        In a small Town in Spain, a man named Jorge had a bitter argument with his young son Paco. The next day, Jorge discovered that Paco's bed was empty - he had run away from home.

        Overcome with remorse, Jorge searched his soul and realized that his son was more important to him than anything else. He wanted to start over. Jorge went to well-known store in the center of town and posted a large sign that read, "Paco, come home. I love you. Meet me here tomorrow morning."

        The next morning Jorge went to the store, where he found no less then seven young boys named Paco who had also run away from home. They were all answering the call for love, hoping it was their father inviting them home with open arms.

                                                                     - Alan Cohen

No Charge


         The little boy suddenly came up to his mother and handed her a piece of paper when she was busy in preparing dinner. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it:

                  For cutting the grass                                $5.00

                  For cleaning up my room this week        $1.00

                  For going to the store for you                     . 50

                  For-babysitting my kid brother                   . 25

                  Taking out the garbage.                           $1.00

                  For getting a good report card.                $5.00

                  For cleaning up, and raking the yard.      $2.00

                  Total owned:                                            $14.75                  

        After reading, his mother looked at him standing there, expectantly. She picked up the pen, turned the paper over and wrote:

 Nine months I carried you while you were inside me:        No charge.

 The time I've sat with you, doctored and prayed for you:   No charge

For the tears that you've caused through the years:              No charge

For all the nights that I couldn't sleep because of the worries I Knew were ahead: No charge.

For all the toy, food, clothes, that I gave to you through the years: there's No charge, son.

And when you add it all up, the full cost of real love is, No charge.

        When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were great big old tears in his eyes. He looked straight at his mother and said, " Mom, I sure do love you."

         And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote : "PAID IN FULL."

                                                                           - M. Adams


Tommy's Essay


        Soon Tommy's parents, who had recently separated, would arrive for a conference on his failing schoolwork and disruptive behavior. Neither parent knew that I had summoned the other.

        Tommy, an only child, had always been happy, cooperative, and an excellent student. How could I convince his father and mother that his recent failing grades represented a brokenhearted child's reaction to his adored parent's separation and pending divorce?

        Tommy's mother entered and took one of the chairs I had placed near my desk. Then the father arrived. They pointedly ignored each other.

        As I gave a detailed account of Tommy's behavior and schoolwork, I prayed for the right words to bring these two together to help them see what they were doing to their son. But somehow the words wouldn't come. Perhaps if they saw one of his smudged, carelessly done papers.

       I found a crumpled, tear-stained sheet stuffed in the back of his desk. Writing covered both side, a single sentence scribbled over and over.

       Silently, I smoothed it out and gave it to Tommy's mother. She read it and then without a word handed it to her husband. He frowned. Then his face softened. He studied the crawled words for what seemed an eternity.

       At last, he folded the paper carefully and reached for his wife's out-stretched hand. She wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled up at him. My own eyes were brimming, but neither seemed to notice.

        In his own way God had given me the words to reunite that family. He had guided me to the sheet of paper covered with the anguished outpouring of a small boy's troubled heart.

       "Dear Mother.....Dear Daddy....I love you...I love you...I love you."

                                                                  Jane Lindstrom
 
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