Saya pernah baca cerita ni dalam e-mail yang saya terima beberapa tahun lepas, ceritanya amat menyentuh perasaan saya sehingga menitiskan air mata membacanya.....

Tapi saya pun tak perasan yang saya telahpun delete e-mail tersebut...rasa frust sebab saya suka baca cerita2/ artikel2 menarik berulang kali. Puas saya cari semula di internet baru semalam saya terjumpa...
Jadi saya kongsikan di sini....sumbernya di SINI

Hayatilah bersama...

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please," was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way saying good-bye.

But at home a difference is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
As I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
But the children you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
And you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.

I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too,
And I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives?

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our own family; an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?

So what is behind the story? Do you know what the word FAMILY means?


Pass this on to everyone that you care about.

Nota : Kadang2 saya pun tak sedar yang saya juga pernah melakukan perkara yang sama terutamanya bila sibuk dengan kerja2 rumah, di dapur biasanya kita nak cepat selesai memasak supaya dapat berehat ataupun duduk bersama anak2 tapi selalunya masa ini lah anak saya mahu diberikan perhatian...pernah juga saya marah tapi bila lepas baca cerita ni, selalunya saya cuba bersabar kerana saya cuba faham yang anak2 ini tidak mengerti apa2, yang mereka tahu mereka inginkan perhatian ibu mereka....tapi kadang2 terlepas marah juga terutamanya bila penat sangat aduhaiii...
Tapi kalau kerja pejabat atau apa2 berkaitan pejabat, mmg saya tinggalkan the moment saya sampai rumah dan berjumpa family....berapa byk sgtlah masa kita dgn family lepas seharian di quality time dgn family sgt penting kan....mereka adalah segala-galanya bagi saya!