L’espoir, c’est cette lumière qui soudain brille dans l’obscurité…
V. H. SCORP
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L’espoir, c’est cette lumière qui soudain brille dans l’obscurité…
V. H. SCORP
Last Friday, a colleague said to me, "I didn't know you were that sensitive. I discovered something new about you." That comment lingered in my mind, not because it surprised me, but because it reminded me of something precious: my sensitivity.
In a world that often values toughness and resilience, sensitivity is sometimes seen as a weakness. But for me, it’s a treasure. It’s the part of me that allows me to connect deeply with others, to understand and empathize with their feelings. It’s what makes me appreciate the small, beautiful moments in life—the way a kind word can change a day, or how a simple gesture can convey so much.
Being sensitive doesn’t mean being fragile; it means being in tune with the world around me. It means feeling things deeply, caring intensely, and loving wholeheartedly. Yes, it makes me vulnerable at times, but it also makes me strong. It’s what drives me to protect those I care about, to stand up for what I believe in, and to be a source of support for others.
So, if my sensitivity is something new you’ve discovered about me, then I’m glad. Because it’s a reminder that my greatest strength lies in my ability to feel, to care, and to connect. And that’s something I wouldn’t trade for anything.
“Le véritable amour, c'est, quoi qu'il puisse advenir dans sa vie, même la pire des tragédies, avoir le cœur toujours grand ouvert pour son âme-sœur…”
— V. H. SCORP
He is the only true Miracle Worker.
Tu es de l'autre côté de la tempête maintenant
Tu peux être fier
Des jours meilleurs arrivent pour toi
Alors quand la nuit semble interminable
Je me souviendrai de ce que tu m'as dit
Je sais que tu as souffert
Mais la pluie n'est pas permanente
Vous n'êtes en compétition avec personne. Sinon avec vous-même.
Courez
Tombez
Marchez
Rampez
Vous y arriverez tant que vous avancez.
The boy who cried wolf
Once upon a time, there lived a shepherd boy who was bored watching his flock of sheep on the hill. To amuse himself, he shouted, “Wolf! Wolf! The sheep are being chased by the wolf!” The villagers came running to help the boy and save the sheep. They found nothing and the boy just laughed looking at their angry faces.
“Don’t cry ‘wolf’ when there’s no wolf boy!”, they said angrily and left. The boy just laughed at them.
After a while, he got bored and cried ‘wolf!’ again, fooling the villagers a second time. The angry villagers warned the boy a second time and left. The boy continued watching the flock. After a while, he saw a real wolf and cried loudly, “Wolf! Please help! The wolf is chasing the sheep. Help!”
But this time, no one turned up to help. By evening, when the boy didn’t return home, the villagers wondered what happened to him and went up the hill. The boy sat on the hill weeping. “Why didn’t you come when I called out that there was a wolf?” he asked angrily. “The flock is scattered now”, he said.
An old villager approached him and said, “People won’t believe liars even when they tell the truth. We’ll look for your sheep tomorrow morning. Let’s go home now”.
Moral: Lying breaks trust. Nobody trusts a liar, even when he is telling the truth.
My mom only had one eye
My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.
There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.
How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, “EEEE, your mom only has one eye!”
I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, “If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?”
My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.
I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.
Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren.
When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!”
And to this, my mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address.” – and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.
My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.
“My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.
You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
With all my love to you,
Your mother.”
Don’t Hope,… Decide!
While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear other people talk about — the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly. This one occurred a mere two feet away from me.
Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jet way, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family.
First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other’s face, I heard the father say, “It’s so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!” His son smiled somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, “Me, too, Dad!”
Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe nine or ten) and while cupping his son’s face in his hands said, “You’re already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!” They too hugged a most loving, tender hug.
While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half) was squirming excitedly in her mother’s arms, never once taking her little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, “Hi, baby girl!” as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her head on his shoulder, motionless in pure contentment.
After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, “I’ve saved the best for last!” and proceeded to give his wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then silently mouthed. “I love you so much!” They stared at each other’s eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both hands.
For an instant they reminded me of newlyweds, but I knew by the age of their kids that they couldn’t possibly be. I puzzled about it for a moment then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than an arm’s length away from me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I was invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, “Wow! How long have you two been married?
“Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those.” he replied, without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife’s face. “Well then, how long have you been away?” I asked. The man finally turned and looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile. “Two whole days!”
Two days? I was stunned. By the intensity of the greeting, I had assumed he’d been gone for at least several weeks – if not months. I know my expression betrayed me.
I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), “I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!”
The man suddenly stopped smiling.
He looked me straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that burned right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me, “Don’t hope, friend… decide!” Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, “God bless!”
je te laisse un océan d’amour à toi d’y plonger.
-Montpellier
Choose your words wisely
Once upon a time, an old man spread rumors that his neighbor was a thief. As a result, the young man was arrested. Days later the young man was proven innocent. After being released, the man felt humiliated as he walked to his home. He sued the old man for wrongly Accusing him.
In court, the old man told the Judge, “They were just comments, didn’t Harm anyone..” The judge, before passing sentence on the case, told the old man, “Write All the things you said about him on a piece of paper. Cut them up and On the way home, throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow, come back to Hear the sentence”.
The next day, the judge told the old man, “Before receiving the Sentence, you will have to go out and gather all the pieces of paper That you threw out yesterday”. The old man said, “I can’t do that! The wind must have spreads them and I won’t Know where to find them”.
The judge then replied, “The same way, simple comments may destroy the honor of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it. The old man realized his mistake and asked for forgiveness”.
Moral: Do not malignant or blame anyone without knowing the fact or a truth. Your words may ruin someone’s reputation without any fault of theirs.
One who read the future
A man who lived a long time ago believed that he could read the future in the stars. He called himself an Astrologer and spent his time at night gazing at the sky. He was always busy worrying about future and villagers often came to him, hoping to know what their future holds.
One evening he was walking along the open road outside the village. His eyes were fixed on the stars. He thought he saw there that the end of the world was at near. He lost in his thoughts about the future. As he was looking at the stars, he kept walking without looking down. Suddenly, he fell into a ditch full of mud and water.
He was sinking in the muddy water, and madly trying to claw at the slippery sides of the hole in his effort to climb out. He was unable to crawl out and fearing for his life, he started screaming for help. His cries for help soon brought the villagers running.
As they pulled him out of the mud, one of them said, “You pretend to read the future in the stars, and yet you fail to see what is at your feet! This may teach you to pay more attention to what is right in front of you, and let the future take care of itself.”
“What use is it,” said another, “to read the stars, when you can’t see what’s right here on the earth?”
Moral: We all want our future to be bright and happy, but the time doesn’t stop for anyone. Each tomorrow turns into today, your present is also a part your future. There is always a tomorrow to look forward to and improve, but you can’t go back to yesterday. So, maintain the balance of your present life while you work for a better tomorrow.
Do you know what kind of people I love the most? Neither the beautiful from the inside nor the pretty from the outside, and definitely not the ordinary people. Why's that? The outside prettiness will one day fade out, the inside will turn into ugliness in the face of an obstacle in life, and the ordinary people will go crazy in times when you can only hold onto your imagination. I love the pain, I love the broken people, the ones that are shattered by life. Pain does makes us human, it brings us to life. Being shattered, means you were once a dreamer, you had imagination, you were not ordinary because you didn't know that people wear masks, and you were definitely beautiful so that others feel jealous enough to break you. But the good with broken people is that they were once beautiful uncommon dreamers and they continue to be the most beautiful people, the most extraordinary beings and lastly the deepest dreamers.
La leçon du papillon
Un jour, apparut un petit trou dans un cocon ; un homme, qui passait à tout hasard, s’arrêta de longues heures à observer le papillon, qui s’efforçait de sortir par ce petit trou. Après un long moment, c’était comme si le papillon avait abandonné, et le trou demeurait toujours aussi petit. On dirait que le papillon avait fait tout ce qu’il pouvait, et qu’il ne pouvait plus rien faire d’autre. Alors l’homme décida d’aider le papillon : il prit un canif et ouvrit le cocon. Le papillon sortit aussitôt. Mais son corps était maigre et engourdi ; ses ailes étaient peu développées et bougeaient à peine. L’homme continua à observer pensant que, d’un moment à l’autre, les ailes du papillon s’ouvriraient et seraient capables de supporter le corps du papillon pour qu’il prenne son envol. Il n’en fut rien ! Le papillon passa le reste de son existence à se traîner par terre avec son maigre corps et ses ailes rabougries. Jamais il ne put voler. Ce que l’homme, avec son geste de gentillesse et son intention d’aider, ne comprenait pas, c’est que le passage par le trou étroit du cocon était l’effort nécessaire pour que le papillon puisse transmettre le liquide de son corps à ses ailes de manière à pouvoir voler. C’était le moule à travers lequel la vie le faisait passer pour grandir et se développer. Parfois, l’effort est exactement ce dont nous avons besoin dans notre vie. Si l’on nous permettait de vivre notre vie sans rencontrer d’obstacles, nous serions limités. Nous ne pourrions pas être aussi forts que nous le sommes. Nous ne pourrions jamais voler. J’ai demandé la force... Et la vie m’a donné les difficultés pour me rendre fort. J’ai demandé la sagesse... Et la vie m’a donné des problèmes à résoudre. J’ai demandé la prospérité... Et la vie m’a donné un cerveau et des muscles pour travailler. J’ai demandé de pouvoir voler... Et la vie m’a donné des obstacles à surmonter. J’ai demandé l’amour... Et la vie m’a donné des gens à aider dans leurs problèmes. J’ai demandé des faveurs... Et la vie m’a donné des potentialités. Je n’ai rien reçu de ce que j’ai demandé... Mais j’ai reçu tout ce dont j’avais besoin. Vis la vie sans peur, affronte tous les obstacles et démontre que tu peux les surmonter. (Traduit de l’Italien par HHien).