Once there was a couple on a train. The husband is courteous in manner
while the wife is acting rather offensive to others on the train. She
keeps on complaining. "Oh, the seats are NOT clean enough,"
she yells with discontent. In the next second, she begins to criticize
the service on the train. She complains about every insignificant detail
about the train. It seems like nothing could ever please her.
Politely, the husband
greets to the people, who sit next to him. When the people ask him what
profession he is in, he replies, "I'm an engineer and my wife is
a generator." With great curiosity, the people ask, "What exactly
does your wife generate?" The husband replies with a smile, "She
is specialized in generating unhappiness."
Translated by Angel H.
In life, we all have
choices. Every morning, immediately after we wake up, we face two choices-facing
the day with a positive or negative attitude. Sure, life is full of surprises.
As a result, the rhythm of life could sometimes be interrupted by the
unexpected visitors. Whether we're at our ups or downs, we still have
these two choices each morning.
In the aftermath of the September tragedy, I had often found myself in
an unexplainably depressing mood. One afternoon, as I was moving along
with the lingering homeward traffic, I suddenly spotted a sight of an
airplane flying towards one of the skyscrapers in LA downtown. At that
very moment, my blood vessels were about to freeze because the shocking
image of NYC sky popped into my mind. Quietly, I sat there in my car with
my slightly trembling hands as the plane flew across that not-so-clear
downtown sky. A long sigh came out of my dehydrated mouth. All of a sudden,
the sky of LA downtown became clearer than ever. The skyscrapers stood
tall with great pride. The prolonged homeward traffic suddenly became
lovely.
The air is indeed polluted and harmful to our health. The skyscrapers could be a problem when a major earthquake hits. And the traffic is always endless and unavoidable in LA. So, what!? I'm going home. Fortunately, I still get a home to go back to.
And,
most importantly, I'm still A.L.I.V.E.
By Angel H.
