Golongan manusia,,,,,,anda dari golongan yang mana

Saya ingin kongsi dengan anda tentang golongan manusia di dunia ni....

golongan pertama ialah golongan orang yang GAGAL; mereka nampak peluang n tau kelebihan peluang yang ada...tapi mereka abaikan...mereka tolak tepi peluang tu..contoh "ah..dah la...xde mase aku nak buat mnde ni"
golongan kedua ialah golongan orang yang BIASA2 je; mereka nmpk peluang, mereka tak tolak tapi mereka tak ambil...contohnya "kau buat dulu, nnti bila kau da berjaya kau bgtau aku"...tp pada ketika kawan kita da berjaya, kita adalah golongan yang tertinggal di belakang..
golongan ketiga ialah golongan orang yang BIJAK; mereka nampak peluang n ambil peluang tu..sebab mereka tau mereka ingin berjaya n ingin merubah nasib mereka..
golongan keempat ialah golongan orang yang HEBAT; mereka nampak peluang n ambil peluang yang ada..dan mereka kongsi dengan rakan2 dan orang tersayang untuk berjaya bersama-sama dengan mereka..
JD..ANDA TERGOLONG DLM GOLONGAN MANUSIA YG MANA??? 
GAGAL?? 
BIASA2? 
ATAU BIJAK??? 
ATAUPON ANDA SEBENARNYA TAU YG ANDA HEBAT??
Apa yang akan jadi pada tahun depan atau 10 tahun akan datang atau 30 tahun akan datang....semuanya BERGANTUNG pd tindakkan yang kita lakukan pada HARI INI.....
jadi mulakan langkah anda...jgn berlengah lagi...tiada sapa yg akn tggu anda utk BERJAYA!!! hanya anda yg dpt lakukannya.. .

Food for thought, sad but true

FOOD FOR THOUGHT: SAD BUT TRUE 

Let's put the seniors in jail, and the criminals in a nursing home.

This way the seniors would have access to showers, hobbies,

and walks, they'd receive unlimited free prescriptions, dental

and medical treatment , wheel chairs etc. and they'd receive money

instead of paying it out.

They would have constant video monitoring, so they could be

helped instantly ,if they fell, or needed assistance.

Bedding would be washed twice a week, and all clothing would be

ironed and returned to them.

A guard would check on them every 20 minutes, and bring their meals

and snacks to their cell. They would have family visits in a suite

built for that purpose.

They would have access to a library, weight room, spiritual

counseling, pool, and education.

Simple clothing , shoes, slippers, P.J.'s and legal aid would be free,

on request.

Private, secure rooms for all, with an exercise outdoor yard ,with

gardens.

Each senior could have a P.C. a T.V. radio, and daily phone calls.

There would be a board of directors , to hear complaints, and the guards

would have a code of conduct, that would be strictly adhered to.

AND THE CRIMINALS

The "criminals" would get cold food, be left all alone, and unsupervised.

lights off at 8pm, and showers once a week.

Live in a tiny room, and pay $5000.00 per month and have no hope

of ever getting out.

And they call this justice for all.? !

Good reminder

One day a teacher of a primary school asked her students to write a essay about what they would like God to do for them.
Later in the evening while checking those essays at home, she came across one that made her very emotional.  Her husband, who just walked in saw her crying, enquired: “What happened?”
Handing over a sheet of paper, she answered, “Read this. It's an essay by one of my students”
The essay, 
“I just want to live like a TV” read as under:
Oh God, tonight I ask you something very special: Make me into a television.  I want to take its place. 
Live like the TV in my house. Have my own special place and have my family around ME. 
To be taken seriously when I talk . . . I want to be the centre of attention and be heard without interruptions or questions. 
I want to receive the same special care that the TV receives even when it is not working. 
Have the company of my dad when he arrives home from work, even when he is tired.  And I want my mom to want me when she is sad and upset, instead of ignoring  me . . .  
And . . .  I want my brothers to fight to be with me . . .  I want to feel that family just leaves everything aside, every now and then, just to spend some time with me. 
And last but not least make it that I can make them all happy and entertain them.  
Lord I don't ask you for much . . .  I just want to live like every TV.”
Having finished reading the essay, the husband gravely remarked: “My God, poor kid. What horrible parents!”
Tears rolling down her cheek, she looked up at him and calmly said:  “That essay is written by our son!!!