不要放棄 !

要放棄，很容易。要堅持，才要更大的勇氣，毅力和信念。

唯有靠著那加給我們力量的主耶穌，我們能！必能！

不要放棄

1st winter in Birmingham

Every morning is a message from God,

Every sunset, His signature !

(photo taken by Josephine ~ ’snowy backyard’  on 2 Feb 2009)

尋夢

尋夢需要無邊際的幻想

要圓夢需要莫大的勇氣及毅力

在尋夢與圓夢之間 是人對自己徹底的了解

亦是發揮其人性最高情躁的時候

要放棄何其容易 要堅持就不能讓心裡的火熄滅 ~

有夢總是美！

~ I would be strong in God’s steadfast love for He is the one who made my dream comes true ~

Po Yee from England

Life

What is this force that drives us far from the comfort of the familiar and makes us take up challenges instead, even though we know that the glory of this world is only transitory? I believe this impulse is called the search for the meaning of life.  Over many years of seeking a definite answer to this question in books, art and science, and in both the dangerous and easy paths I have followed, I have found many answers.  I am convinced now that a definitive answer will never be given to us in this life, but that, at the last, at the moment when we stand once more before the Creator, we will understand each opportunity that was offered to us.

by Paulo Coelho

Natalie Grant – In Better Hands Now

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It’s hard to stand
On shifting sand
It’s hard to shine
In the shadows of the night
You can’t be free
If you don’t reach for help
And you can’t love
If you don’t love yourself
But there is hope when my faith runs out…
Casuse I’m in better hands now

Chorus:
It’s like the sun is shining
When the rain is pouring down
It’s like my soul is flying
Though my feet are on the ground
So take this heart of mine
There’s no doubt
I’m in better hands now

I am strong
All because of you
I stand in awe of
Every mountain that you move
I am changed
Yesterday is gone
I am safe
From this moment on…
And there’s no fear when the night comes around
I’m in better hands now

Chorus

It’s like the sun is shining
When the rain is pouring down
It’s like my soul is flying
Though my feet are on the ground
It’s like the world is silent
Though I know it isn’t true
It’s like the breath of Jesus
Is right here in this room
So take this heart of mine
There’s no doubt

You can’t be saved
If you’re not reaching out for help

~ it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be ~

Following is a very meaningful & provoking passage sent by one of my dearest friends in Singapore. Just as the very last sentence of this passage said, ‘good friends are like stars…they are always there’, I am so blessed and lucky to have so many stars out there to shine over me all these years – Thank you.

Growing older is mandatory, growing up is optional

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us
to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around
when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a
smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, ‘Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I
give you a hug?’

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, ‘Of course you may!’ and she gave
me a giant squeeze.

‘Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?’ I asked.

She jokingly replied, ‘I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and
have a couple of kids…’

‘No seriously,’ I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be
taking on this challenge at her age.

‘I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!’
she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate
milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would
leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to
this ‘time machine’ as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made
friends wherever she went.

She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her
from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester, we invited Rose to speak at our football
banquet.

I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to
the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she
dropped her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and
simply said, ‘I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this
whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me
just tell you what I know.’

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began,’We do not stop playing
because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only
four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have
to laugh and find humor every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you
lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do
one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old
and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea
is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do.
The only people who fear death are those with regrets.’

She concluded her speech by courageously singing ‘The Rose.’

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our
daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those
years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the
wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all
you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to
your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it,
He will bring you through it.

‘Good friends are like stars………You don’t always see them, but you
know they are always there.’

飛啊，飛！親愛的 ！

 

飛啊，飛！親愛的！

飛向你响往的夢吧！

惹大的天空，無際的海洋，

這裡有無限的機會等待著你，

讓你自由飛翔。

 

飛啊，飛！親愛的！

飛向你响往的夢吧！

路雖遠，再也看不見你的踪影，

途雖長，再也聽不到你的聲音，

希望你找到夢的他鄉。

 

飛啊，飛！親愛的！

飛向你立下的志願吧！

前面或許花香常漫，

前面或許荊刺滿途，

希望你堅持心中的理想。

 

飛啊，飛！親愛的！

飛向你朝思暮想的樂園吧！

那裡有雙親含淚的祝福，

那裡有愛你的人的期望，

希望你快樂地生活每一天。

 

飛啊，飛！親愛的！

天有多高，海有多深，你還未知曉。

人在變，事在變，萬物也在改變。

願你珍惜、滿足生命的種種，

希望你能欣賞生命的精采。

 

飛吧，親愛的！

勇敢地追尋你所响往的夢鄉。

 

 

 

 送給晴晴、芝芝、明明三位赴英留港留學的親愛少女~~寶兒

 

 

平衡是廢話!

第七屆靑年文學獎 (散文組)優異獎

祝福 ~ 鍾曉陽

關的生日咭不光是提醒我十六年歲月就此匆匆而去，且讓我驚覺還有一個朋友在咫尺天涯。約有半年多沒見面了，六個月的日落日出，怎地竟這般不着痕跡，一如驚鴻照影？她在信裏說；「……..妳現在怎樣？是否已忘記我這老朋友？不要把人生看得那樣枯燥乏味，要知四時有花落，同時，又何嘗沒有花開？」多像老大姐的口氣！

生活是寂寞慣了的，一旦爆出一星小火花，就迫不及待的抱着飛蛾撲火的志願往街裏衝。我撥了電話給關，邀她晚上到金馬賽吃西餐。我說；「聚聚嘛！難得風雨遇故知！」「老氣！」她啐我。

    老遠的就看見碼頭旗桿下的關，仍然是一頭清湯掛麵，在徐徐的風中往右方擺曳。她甩盪甩盪的迎向我，眼角掩着一抹頑皮，現出那副熟悉的「沒甚麽了不起」的神氣。兩人也不說話，到了閘口，她轉身：「用整的，好刮船公司的零錢。」我服從了。

關的眼睛十分小，挺挺柔柔的鼻子，翹翹的上唇，滿噙着譏誚，彷彿随時都在和妳抬槓的備戰狀態中。皮膚是純純淨淨的白哲，不透紅，好像削了皮在雪地上凍僵了的梨子。她真是個愛笑的女孩！笑時不僅張着咀露着齒，連眼角眉角都在笑，甚至眼眶裏過盛的笑意都要一滴一滴的瀉出來。打從認識她開始，就沒見她有那回正經過，永遠瘋瘋癲癲，對功課也是迷迷糊糊的沒甚麽概念，一句話就能把妳逗得笑掉大牙，一連串的廣東話又長又流利，好像幾十粒珠子在玉盤上滾動跳彈似的。記得小學二年級時她坐在我後面，當時只曉得有個粗粗壯壯叫約瑟芬的人在後頭，有着守門神的威嚴，笑起來時全班音量最大，答老師的問話時則最小。後來她升中試敗陣，考不回本校，我猜她可能躲在家裏哭過，但想像力實在夠不上程度聯想她的哭相，那原是不該發生的一回事！

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   北角的華燈灼得我眼睛發痛，躲進暗沉沉的金馬賽，頓覺無比受用。叫了東西，聊了一會兒，關說；「記不記得 ──」

   「補習班？」蠻有默契的。

   怎可能忘記補習班？那是我們最閃亮的日子！每日放學，一行人浩浩蕩蕩的殺到「美廉」吃飽喝足，再班師衝到蘇老師那兒。一排排黑木桌椅，也不知坐過多少代的升中試應考生！蘇老師的確是不同凡響，十八般武藝，樣樣精通。第一天上課，他就當眾耍了幾招，教我們甚麽是少林寺的梅花樁。蘇老師還曉得唱歌，一面啞啞的唱一面用棍子在黑板上點拍子！

   平原一片，芳草連天，晚風場起，幾縷炊煙。

   流水潺潺，游魚天然，人亦如魚，樂此郊原…….

   那時我們都不敢坐第一排，因為蘇老師說到激動處，總是口沬橫飛，坐太前了不免有遇溺之虞。而且依照他的習慣，脾氣發作就用戒尺猛敲桌面，「首當其衝」的學生耳鼓要震盪好一陣子。

   關是那樣地疼過我！每次帶便當，她總不忘叮囑母親弄兩份，和我一塊兒吃，所以，我使過她家的筷子，舔過她家的碗。在補習班，無論測驗、作文、數學比賽，都有獎可拿，是蓋了章的單行簿。我是挺出風頭的一個，叠叠的單行簿往家裏搬，氣得關直跳脚。班上有一個姓陳的女生，讀起書來有不顧一切的壯烈精神，關讚她勇氣可嘉。那人走路的姿勢怪模怪樣的好不滑稽，名副其實的直來直往。我告訴關；「她沒關節的。」這話不知怎地又觸動了她的笑神經。

   逃課的時候，我們往往拉着鄭一道去瘋。那是四月微風細語的午後，已將近畢業了。關、鄭、和我，一人一杯軟雪糕，晃盪晃盪的盪到飛機場，立在鐵絲網外看飛機的升降起落。關說過她爸媽看上了夏威夷大學，遲早是要飛走的。突然，我像要發洩一點甚麽，迎着輕風朗聲吟；「故人西辭黃鶴樓，煙花三月下揚州…..」才誦了兩句，關推了我的腦殼一下：「去妳的！小鬼頭，唸甚麽唸，也不怕傷感。」說完就走了，留我楞在原地。

   其實，關，聚散本是等閒事啊！何必呢？妳素來是這般的洒脫。只要通過升中試，我們還有好長的一段快樂時光，不是嗎？縱然未可如願，但我們共同踩過那許多路途，只須回身拾掇每一履足跡，自是一番温馨！只要我們有情，天涯何嘗分隔得開？好像一輪彈簧，無論扯到多遠終究還是彈回來的。那時候，就像此刻，一個無雲的午後，陽光洒得我們滿身滿心，我們一人一杯軟雪糕，徜徉藍空下，真真是永恆啊！

   唯一的錯誤，是我們把一切都幻想得太美好，七月尾放榜，而關竟然落第……

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   三年風雨，關本性未移，依然渾身調皮搗蛋的本領。

   「哼！升中試現在才廢除，真是！」這一直是她的牢騷。

   「別忘了！我們是一朝元老呢！」

   「鄭回家了沒有？」我提起另一個難忘的玩伴。

   她停下手中的刀叉：「前些時碰到她。」

   「真的？」我好驚異。

   「嗯！憔悴了，眼肚黑了一圈，頭髮電了，還穿高跟鞋！」

   「她在做甚麽？」

   「讀書！已經換了三間學校，一年一間。」她豎起三根手指，上唇撇了撇，不以為然的。

   「還在讀書就好！」我感慨的說。

   人生中總不免走歪了路，蹭蹬一步，不小心踏進一灘泥淖，只要能把脚拔起來，繼續走，就不必再苛求了。

   鄭曾是我們的「死黨」，有一頭服貼的短髮，男孩子般，巧薄的雙唇，咀巴也是不老實，眸子深大而黑白分明，表情最多。關常說：「我們小鄭的咀是吃東西用的，眼睛才是說話的。」鄭是瘦瘦黑黑的個子，一臉聰明相。舉止間有點粗豪氣概，也有點漫不經心，佻撻得很。後來當了升中試的刀下亡魂，轉了校沒多久就失踪了，兩年多沒有下落。她沉淪了、墮落了，那個曾經奔放，曾經純潔的生命。

   不過，小鄭永遠是漂漂亮亮的小鄭，屬於我們的。

   走出金馬賽，天色已由寶藍轉為墨黑。兩人不約而同的把手插入褲袋。她碰碰我的肩，下巴往上撩了撩，說：「瞧！月亮胖了！」我抬頭，煞有介事的答道：「是呀！該節食了！」如此這般，兩人又跌跌撞撞的笑足一條街。

   走到車站，我掏出藏好的銀項鍊，揚了揚：「來！替妳戴上。」

   她丟來一臉問號，我只好說：「還有幾天就是妳的生日，怕沒機會再見了。」

   鍊上的小星正爍燦地眨着一身光芒，卻怎的也比不上關睫下纍纍的晶瑩。她握着我的手，彷彿也拈着一掌悵惘，眉宇泛起少有的黯然。我有些難堪，別過頭去看馬路，剛好回家的公共汽車正駛來，我喊：「車來了，再見！」

   一堆人湧向門口，還未上車，關卻一把拉住我，在我耳根急急悄悄的說：「祝妳快樂！」然後又推我出去。我沒望她，我不敢望她。上了車，擠在人羣中。她朝我揮手，像在揮送一份祝福。啊！關，這樣的祝福，我怎忍不收？雖然我們還會忙碌的生活，還會人各兩地，但若能同時感受到冬天夜裏霏霏的細雨，春天午後懶洋洋的陽光，不就很夠了嗎？

 

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