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14 点 (Fourteen points)Wednesday, January 27, 2010, 8:46 PM
Heh. All the OM meetings are leaving me shed and tired, but still, I'm going to go on. :D

And this is going to be a quote-worthy post, as it going to orientation tomorrow!

(OG4 FTW!)

1. For the sake of His sorrowful passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world. [From the Divine Mercy Chaplet]
2. ens et bonum convertuntur (Translation: Being and good are convertible) [Pope John Paul II, Theology of the Body Lectures]
3. Train yourself to let go of everything you learn to lose [Yoda, Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back]
4. You must unlearn what you have learnt [Yoda, Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back]
5. Change always comes bearing gifts [Price Pritchett]
6. 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all [Lord Alfred Tennyson]
7. I am always ready to learn, but I do not always like being taught [Sir Winston Churchill]
8. Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; Courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen. [Sir Winston Churchill]
9. Life is the art of drawing without an eraser [John Gardner]
10. When giving an apology, any performance lower than an A doesn't cut it [Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture]
11. The teaching goes on. [Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie]
12. A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops [Henry Adams]
13. What if you got it back? [Mitch Albom, For One More Day]
14. Why, for every hair on your head has been counted; so you need not be afraid; you are worth more than hundreds of sparrows [Matthew 10:30-31]

Okay here's my favourite extract from (.100):

Imagine standing at the lectern, and reading out the reading at your grandfather's funeral.
Imagine placing out a big and good front in front of the rest of the congregration.
Imagine staring the audience in the face, and telling them it's going to be okay, it's going to be reassuring for the family to know that of which there is life after death.
Imagine telling them that you believe that there is a God, and telling everyone that he will save your grandfather, when you have no certainty that he will go to heaven.
Imagine looking from the lectern, reading the readings, when all you notice is the white coffin in the middle of the main aisle.
Imagine you have to make a speech to a crowd, and they listen to you attentively, but you are the only one not listening.
Imagine the one person you wish to see you make that speech, read that extract of the bible, and that person will remain silent forever, and never will praise you for whatever you have done.
Imagine the one person you made a speech for, and that person will never be able to hear it, never be moved by it.
Imagine feeling empty reading a hopeful piece of artwork.
Imagine spreading your love to someone who isn't there.
Imagine reading with vigor, but your heart remains empty, and spent.
Imagine feeling tired before you stand up at the lectern to read those readings.
Imagine just standing up there, making a speech, when all that's going through your mind is that, "I'm sorry."
Imagine wanting to stand at a podium and cry instead of delivering your speech.
Imagine wanting to stare at the crowd whose eyes are transfixed upon you, and you wanted to scream at them, you want to scream into every single face, saying, "Stop looking at me with your pitiful stares! You know nothing of how I feel!"
Imagine making a speech, just for only one audience.
Imagine reading those readings, and the meaning of it is nothingness to you, unless you could bring him back up.
Imagine happiness vanquishing away with each word uttered through the microphone stashed in front of your face.
Imagine your mind split from your soul. It does the daily things required by a person, yet you feel as if your presence is not there, it wants to be somewhere else.
Imagine accepting the reality that of which the someone in the white box is never going to sit up again, yet wanting him to do the exact same thing.
Imagine brimming with hope, yet extinguished even further with each word.
Imagine sending a different message with a speech, but only one member of the audience would understand.
Imagine taking a whole speech to mean, "I am sorry."
Imagine being really sorry.

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