What matters is not 'WHAT' you say but 'HOW' you say it..

As the story goes...

It was a bright sunny morning and there was a familiar blind beggar on the street side. He was holding his usual sign asking for money. The usual "I'm hungry" with his empty bowl.
Many people passed by but none of them bothered to drop a coin. It turned afternoon, still the bowl empty. May be they were too busy or he was too insignificant.
A young man who was observing him from quite a some time, approached him and said "I don't have any coins to give you but I have something to write that will reward you!!". Puzzled, upset but hopeful beggar agreed. The young man took the board, wrote something and walked away.
Suddenly a miracle happened. The next passerby stops, reads the sign, and drops a coin in the beggar's cup. Same thing happens again. And again. Everyone walking by drops in some change. The beggar's bowl began to fill, one coin after the another, it was full by the evening.
The next day, it's even better. Finally, the old man can't stand it. He can't figure out what the young man could possibly have written on his sign that made such a big difference. He stops someone and asks him to read it aloud.

"It says, 'Its a beautiful day and I can't see it.'"

Actually, what matters is not 'WHAT' you say but 'HOW' you say it...

An excellent poem by Virginia

Through The Eyes of A Blind Man
by Virginia Haefner Wark

I saw a homeless beggar
On my way to work each day.
I never paid him too much mind
As I went along my way.

But this day he looked saddened
And his eyes began to weep
As he held his cup out pleading
To the people on the street.

I paused to ask this question,
"What virtue do you find
In begging coins from strangers,
Is it because you're blind?"

"Blind," he asked, "How silly!
It is they, it isn't me
Who cannot see the virtue in
Simple charity."

"Most people think I'm cripple,
Others call me blind
So work they will not offer
To people of my kind."

"No, I cannot see their faces,
Nor do I know their name,
But pity I have for them
For I can feel their shame."

"They pass me by each morning
And again, most every night,
Yet never stop to lend a hand
To a brother in his plight."

"Their hearts are full of apathy,
And little do they fear
That only for the Grace of God
They could be sitting here."

"I feel their footsteps pounding
As they go along their way,
All of them too busy to
Enjoy this lovely day."

"They will not hear the flutter
Of a sparrow's wings in flight,
Or listen to the love song
That it warbles through the night."

"Nor will they stop to listen to
The music of the breeze
As it gently plays its' harp stings
Through the branches of the trees."

"No, I cannot see their faces
Or the color of their skin.
I can only see the beauty
They possess from deep within."

"So I view my brother's virtue
As a soul that knows no sin
If he'll take the time to drop a coin
Into my cup of tin."

In my haste, I left him crying,
As I had to catch a flight,
But the thought of him still plagued me
Into the long, dark night.

Long before the sun would rise,
I set out on my way
To fill his cup with silver,
So to brighten up his day.

But the pale moon's light soon led me to
The place he occupied,
Where an empty cup of silver lay
At the beggar's side.

His eyes were no more weeping,
Nor his spirit racked with pain,
For the Lord in all his mercy
Had called him home again.

As I knelt there next beside him,
In the dim light I could see
That the blind man I'd been praying for
Was no one else but ME!

My heart became so heavy,
And my eyes soon welled with tears,
As I thought of all the needy
I had passed by through the years.

Right then I made a promise,
Though I knew not where or when,
Should a brother ever need me,
I'd not pass him by again.

The night now seemed so endless,
As the time was only three.
As I cursed the dark around me,
A light soon came to me.

I understood his message now,
And changed my life would be,
For only through a blind man's eyes,
Would I begin to see.

Dancing In The Rain

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about dancing in the rain

Winning Poem: Simple but Effective

Poem by an African!

Nominated Poem of 2005 for the best poem !!


When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black.......

And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray........


And you calling me Colored ???????????