Sow & Reap
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There were 3 people of different countries that are put to jail for
3 years. They each given a wish to be fulfilled.

The American has asked for 3yrs supply of cigars. The romantic
French has requested for beautiful girls to company him for 3 years
of jail term. Whereas, the Jew has asked for a telephone that can be
connected to people around the world.

3years later, when the American was released, he shouted for a
lighter to light his cigars… and the French man was frowning on
the upbringing of his many dozens of children. Whereas the Jews was
very happy as in the past 3 years, his business has not only grow
for 200%, he has also on-track and up-to-date on the happenings of
the world.
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The kind of decision you made will bring you that kind of life in
the future. Your life today is from the decisions you have made
3years ago. And whatever decision you make today will decide your
life for the coming 3years. We must be flexible and be receptive
with whatever information that comes our way to better lead us to
the life we have decided! So…
What/Where do you want to see yourself in 3years?
What’s your decision today?

The Strange Infiltrator
A few years after I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.. My parents were complementary instructors: Mum taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger ….. he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries, and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future!

He took my family to the football and cricket. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mum would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home … not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.

My dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. .

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked … And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. If you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?


We just call him, ‘TV.’



He has a wife now,
…. We call her, ‘Computer’.

Decision Making