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– Irina Korschunow –

Little Flori was a big slob from the first day of school on. He constantly forgot things in the classroom, his cap, his gloves, his math book, his pencil case, his notebook… Yes sometimes he forgot even all together and went home with an empty satchel. And it got even worse:
One afternoon, when Flori went to get back his lost math book, she wasn’t on his desk any more; Flori searched and searched, but the math book was vanished. The next day Flori couldn’t find the pencil case, the day after his notebook was gone. It was short before St. Nicholas Day and his mom said: “I think this year St.Nicholas will only bring a rod.”
Little Flori didn’t believe that. The last years St. Nicholas has always been nice to him, even though he lost things even back then. Certainly St. Nicholas hasn’t noticed anything this year either and will bring him his favourite sweet, that only St. Nicholas has: Almond biscuits.
Well, and then he arrived, St. Nicholas!
He knocked loud on the door. There he was with his red coat and his golden bishops cap. He also brought a big bag, where Flori guessed his almond biscuits might be. But St. Nicholas made no move to take them out of the bag. He looked at Flori and knit his brows. He never looked that strict at Flori.
“Did you well-behave this year, Flori?”
“Yes,” answered Flori quick, although he knew exactly that, that wasn’t absolutely true.
“Well, well,” said St. Nicholas, “well-behaved you were? And always orderly? Never lost anything?”
Oh my! Now little Flori didn’t say anything no more. If St. Nicholas knew about all the things he lost? Flori’s heart started beating faster.
“What do you think I brought you this year?” asked St. Nicholas and grabbed in his bag.
“A-A-Almond biscuits?” stammered Flori.
But St. Nicholas just shook his head in disbelief.
“I didn’t have no space for almond biscuits,” he said, “because I had so many other things to bring you. Like this for example…”
And then he took out his math book! And his pencil case!
“And this… and this… and this….” He brought everything Flori lost, all but almond biscuits – not even one tiny piece!
“Well, then I’ll see you next year again, little Flori,” said St. Nicholas friendly. “And if I don’t have to carry all your lost things, I might have space for some almond biscuits again.”
And then he took off.
And there he stood and didn’t get anything from St. Nicholas! Actually this is a sad story.
But luckily she ends good!
Because St. Nicholas has a big heart and Flori was behaving very well from this day on and didn’t loose almost anything, he got a package the week before christmas.
“For little Flori” was written on it.
You might already know what was inside…
A whole box full of almond biscuits, like only St. Nicholas has them!

25 May 2015

Christmas time is the time of watching my favourite movies. And almost every movie has a quote that is special.
Today I have some of these quotes for you. Do you have any special quotes too?

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“I am nothing special, of this I am sure.
I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life.
There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten,
but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..”

– The notebook –

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“Components. American components, russian components, all MADE IN TAIWAN!”

– Peter Stormare in Armageddon –

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„Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.“

– Forest Gump –

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„Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.“

– Robin Williams in Dead Poet Society –

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“Happiness is only real, when shared”

– Into the Wild –

25 May 2015















Today I have another little story for you…

The angel on the bridge

On my way I met a young man who walked up and down. I asked him, what he was doing and he looked at me. His eyes were full of sadness and also anger. His body was weak and yet he couldn’t calm down. There was a big package on his shoulders – here and there a few holes, where there was missing a bit of its content; but still it seemed very heavy.
I asked why he kept walking up and down? He answered, that he wanted to cross that bridge to get to this beautiful island on the other side of the canyon, and still he didn’t dare to because all his burden was so heavy and the bridge didn’t seem stable enough to carry him.
I asked him why he didn’t take off his burden, that way he could also cross the bridge without problem. He looked at me all flabbergasted – without his package??? No, that wasn’t possible!
I asked him, what is so important with this package, that he couldn’t leave it behind. He smiled and answered proudly – this is my past.
He walked up an down – wishful glances over to the beautiful island with flowers, fruits and fresh water. He was really weak, so I offered him some water, which he drank gratefully.
I asked him, if he would now take off his package and walk over to the island. But he denied vehemend – under no circumstances he would let go of his precious past, just to get to the island – there must also be another way to get there.
We remained silent.
I supposed, that if his past would be lighter, he could probably take it with him on the island. But if it would be lighter, his own weight would be much higher, what would mean, that he couldn’t cross the bridge neither with his past, nor without. But because he walked for so long with all this burden, he got so much lighter himself, that he himself would now be able to cross the bridge, if he would let go of his burden.
He looked at me astonished – “You really think that this is the only way to cross that bridge? he asked.
I remained silent. He pondered.
Than he asked me, if I could carry his past just for a moment, because he didn’t want to put it in the dirt. He wanted to peak over to the island to see, if the exchange would pay out.
I said, that he could gladly go to the island, but I would not take over his burden. I showed him a pile next to the bridge and said: “All that is the past of many others who came here across before you. They all were as undetermined as you. It is your decision where your path is taking you.”
And since he walked over that bridge, his past is resting next to the past of many other happy and free people!

– Paula Meux –

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds: “What does love mean?”

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think…

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“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”
Rebecca – age 8

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“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
Billy – age 4

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“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”
Terri – age 4

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“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”
Danny – age 7

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“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.”
Emily – age 8

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“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”
Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)

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“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”
Nikka – age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)

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“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”
Noelle – age 7

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“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”
Tommy – age 6

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“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”
Cindy – age 8

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“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”
Elaine – age 5

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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”
Chris – age 7

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“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”
Mary Ann – age 4

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“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” (Now THIS is love!)
Lauren – age 4

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“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (what an image!)
Karen – age 7

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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”
Mark – age 6

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“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”
Jessica – age 8

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And the final one…

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “NothingFeature Articles, I just helped him cry.”

25 May 2015

Take time

Take time to think,
it is the source of power.
Take time to play,
it is the secret of perpetual youth.
Take time to read,
it is the fountain of wisdom.
Take time to pray,
it is the greatest power on earth.
Take time to laugh,
it is the music of the soul.
Take time to give,
it is too short a day to be selfish.

-Daniela Deuser –

Once upon a time there was a little angel called Bernadette.
She was a diligent angel, although still very young, she was always focused on what she was doing. Her only problem was, that she loved to nibble.
Thank goodness that she did not have to work at the christmas bakery. That would have been something. She surely would have nibbled chocolate, dough, nuts and biscuits all day long, instead of making them.
Oh no, our dutiful angel was glad, that she worked at the department for presents and her job was to wrap presents and to put the names on them.
She had a lot of fun doing this, and while she was working she was thinking about the children down on earth, who would open the presents with glowing eyes and be joyful on christmas eve.
But one day Bernadette was send to the christmas bakery to ask for the biscuits that everyone was waiting for. She barely entered the bakery when she smelled this delicious, wonderful flavor of freshly baked cookies and her mouth started watering. She instandly forgot why she came here.
The master baker saw her and asked: “Well Bernadette, why are you here?”
Bernadette remembered why she was here and told him.
“The cookies will be done any minute now,” said the master baker. “Just wait here until they are ready. But don’t nibble!”
Oh that was hard for Bernadette. Her tummy began to growl when she sat there and she couldn’t help herself but staring at the cookies. The baker master felt pitty for her and gave her a fistful of freshly baked cookies.
“But this is an exception!” he said strictly, but in his eyes you could see the joy over Bernadettes appetite.
For Bernadette this was a great day. She luxuriously ate the cookies, she got and watched the master baker how he gave instructions to the angels on how to bake the cookies.
That’s not even that hard to do, thought Bernadette.
When she finished eating all of her cookies, the cookies for the delivery department were done too and given to her.
Oh, the was a great temptation to eat some of the cookies on her way to the delivery department – and of course she couldn’t resist.
As the supervising angel began to count the cookies, the little angel got scared. And of course the supervising angel noticed, that there were missing a lot of cookies. And as he looked down on Bernadettes roundly shaped belly, he knew, where all the cookies had gone.
He just started to read her the riot act, as Santa rushed into the present department. “What a desaster!” he yelled.
“What happened?” asked the supervising angel.
“Our master baker got hurt while baking and now he can’t bake cookies any more for at least three days. And christmas eve is in two days! Now we won’t have enough cookies for all the children on earth!”
“But”, Bernadette dared to interfere. “Why don’t all the little angels bake the cookies by themselves?”
Astonished the supervising angel and Santa looked at each other.
“But, Bernadette”, said Santa, “the little angels don’t know how to prepare the single cookies! Only the master baker knows how to make them, he gives exact instructions – so what shall we do now?”
“Well”, said the supervising angel. “It looks like not all the children will get cookies this year.”
Worried he dropes his wings and also Santa was very sad.
“Maybe I can help you!” said the little angel, mustering up all her courage. “I watched the master baker while I was waiting for the cookies to be done and I think I can remember all the recipies and how they are done.”
Santa and the supervising angel looked at each other disbelieving. Something like that never happened before, that another angel but the master baker knew how to make the cookies!
“But they need to taste the same way like every year,” Santa said. “You think you can do that?”
“But of course”, called out Bernadette. “I love the cookies so much, that I can tell immediately if they taste different.”
With this argument he convinced even the supervising angel.
“We should give it a try”, he said.
“Well then come with me, Bernadette, you will be our master baker from now on. You are actually a little too small for this job, but you will make it with the help of all the other angels!”
Bernadette got all excited and started shivering when she entered the bakery. Her head was empty and she couldn’t remember anything the master baker did. But then she thought about all the children on earth, that would be sad, if they wouldn’t get their cookies, and at that moment she remembered all the recipies!
And then they all started to work in the bakery. When the first batch of cookies was done, Santa himself came to taste them.
He was thrilled. They tasted wonderful!
So they kept baking and Bernadette gave instructions to the little angels. In all that hustle she almost forgot to nibble!
“You did a great job, Bernadette”, said Santa. “Just because of you all the children will have their cookies on christmas eve!”
And Bernadette’s eye started gleaming.
And when the master baker got well, Bernadette could stay at the bakery and be his little assistant from now on.

One day all the frogs decided to host a footrace. To make it even more difficult, they decided the goal should be on top of a high tower.
Many other frogs gathered on the day of the footrace to watch it.
Then finally – the footrace began.
Well, the thing was, that most of the frogs that came to watch the race didn’t believe that it would be possible to reach the goal. And so, instead of cheering for them, the shouted out things like “Oh you poor things! You will never succeed!” or “This is impossible!”
And actually it really looked like the audience was about to be right, because little by little more frogs gave up.
The audience kept shouting: “Oh all these poor frogs, they will never make it!”
And really, after a short period of time all frogs gave up – all but one, who kept climbing up the tower assiduously – and who was the only one reaching the goal.
The audience was totally fuddled and everyone wanted to know how this was even possible.
One of the other participating frogs went towards him to ask how he did it to win the footrace.
And that was the first time they realized, that this frog was deaf!

– unknown –