This blog will hopefully inspire you, warm your heart, make you smile and feel positive.

Steamboat Mountain is a man-killer. The road curves and twists over the mountain and sheer cliffs drop away sharply from the road. Countless trucks and truckers have been lost there.

One day in winter, the police noticed the sun shining off some chrome down the cliff and found the remains of a truck there. The driver was dead. The police guessed he had gone over the side two days ago before a snowstorm arrived.

A letter was found with the driver. He might live for a couple of hours until the cold got to him. The letter is as follows:

My Darling Wife,

This is a letter that no man ever wants to write, but I’m lucky enough to have some time to say what I’ve forgotten to say so many times. I love you, sweetheart.

You used to kid me that I loved the truck more than you because I spent more time with her. I do love this truck. She’s seen me through tough times and tough places. I could always count on her in a long haul and she was speedy in the stretches. She never let me down.

But you want to know something? I love you for the same reasons. You’ve seen me through the tough times and places, too.

Remember the first truck? It kept us broke all the time. So, you went out and got a job so that we could pay the rent and the bills. Every cent I made went into the truck while your money kept us in food with a roof over our heads.

I remember that I complained about the truck, but I don’t remember you ever complaining when you came home tired from work and I asked you for money to go on the road again. If you did complain, I guess I didn’t hear you. I was too wrapped up with my problems to think of yours.

I think now of all the things you gave up for me. The clothes, the holidays, the parties, the friends. You never complained and somehow I never remembered to thank you for being you. It was your sacrifices and determination as much as mine that finally got the new truck.

I was so proud of the new truck. I was proud of you too, but I never told you that. I took it for granted, but if I had spent as much as time talking with you as I did polishing chrome, perhaps I would have.

In all the years I’ve pounded the pavement, I always knew your prayers rode with me. But this time I probably cannot make it. I want to say the things that should have been said so many times before. The things that were forgotten because I was too concerned about the truck and the job.

I’m thinking about the missed anniversaries and birthdays. The school plays and hockey games that you went alone because I was on the road.

I’m thinking about the lonely nights you spent alone, wondering where I was and how things were going. I’m thinking of all the times I thought of calling you just to say hello and somehow didn’t get around to. I’m thinking of the peace of mind I had knowing that you were at home with the kids, waiting for me.

The family dinners where you spent all your time telling your folks why I couldn’t make it. I was busy changing oil; I was busy looking for parts; I was sleeping because I was leaving early the next morning. There was always a reason, but somehow they don’t seem very important to me right now.

When we were married, you didn’t know how to change a light bulb. Within a couple of years, you were fixing the furnace during a blizzard while I was waiting for a load in Florida. You became a pretty good mechanic, helping me with repairs, and I was mighty proud of you when you jumped into the cab and backed up over the rose bushes.

I was proud of you when I pulled into the yard and saw you sleeping in the car waiting for me. Whether it was two in the morning or two in the afternoon, you’re beautiful, you know. I guess I haven’t told you that lately, but you are.

I made lots of mistakes in my life, but if I only ever made one good decision, it was when I asked you to marry me. You never could understand what it was that kept me trucking. I couldn’t either, but it was my way of life and you stuck with me. Good times, bad times, you were always there. I love you, sweetheart, and I love the kids.

It’s funny I guess, but what I have now is the truck that ruled over our lives for so long. But it can’t return my love. Only you can do that. For the first time since we’ve been together, I’m really alone. I need you so badly, and I know it’s too late.

You’re a thousand miles away but I feel you here with me. I can see your face and feel your love and I’m scared to make the final run alone.

Tell the kids that I love them very much and if possible, don’t let the boys drive any truck for a living.

I guess that’s about it, I love you very much, honey. Take care of yourself and always remember that I loved you more than anything in life. I just forgot to tell you.

I love you,
Bill

Change Yourself

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I had a lot of failures. I failed for funny things that I failed for a key primary school test for 2 times, I failed 3 times for the middle schools. For 3 years, I tried and failed in the universities. I applied jobs for 30 times, got rejected. I went for the police, they said, “No, you’re not good.” I went to even the KFC, when KFC came to China, came to my city, 24 people went for the job, 23 people accepted, I was the only one who got rejected.

We went for the police, 5 people 4 of them accepted, I was the only guy they did not proceed with. Oh by the way I told you that I applied for Harvard for 10 times, rejected. I knew I’d be rejected I just wanted to see it. I think we have to get used to it, we’re not that good. Even today we still have a lot of people reject us. I don’t think in this world there are a lot of people being rejected for more than 30 times.

If we, the only thing, we never give up. The only thing we’re like Forrest Gump, we keep on fighting. We keep on changing ourselves. We don’t complain. Whether you are successful or not successful, I found that when people finish the job if they make the mistake or the failure, if they always complain about the others, this guy will never come back. If the guy only checks himself, “Yeah something wrong with me here, something wrong with me there”, this guy has hope.

– Jack Ma, founder of Alibaba.com

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I reached the pinnacle of success in the business world. In others’ eyes, my life is an epitome of success.

However, aside from work, I have little joy. In the end, wealth is only a fact of life that I am accustomed to.

At this moment, lying on the sick bed and recalling my whole life, I realize that all the recognition and wealth that I took so much pride in, have paled and become meaningless in the face of impending death.

In the darkness, I look at the green lights from the life supporting machines and hear the humming mechanical sounds, I can feel the breath of god of death drawing closer.

Now I know, when we have accumulated sufficient wealth to last our lifetime, we should pursue other matters that are unrelated to wealth.

Should be something that is more important.

Perhaps relationships, perhaps art, perhaps a dream from younger days.

Non-stop pursuing of wealth will only turn a person into a twisted being, just like me.

God gave us the senses to let us feel the love in everyone’s heart, not the illusions brought about by wealth.

The wealth I have won in my life I cannot bring with me. What I can bring is only the memories precipitated by love.

That’s the true riches which will follow you, accompany you, giving you strength and light to go on.

Love can travel a thousand miles. Life has no limit. Go where you want to go. Reach the height you want to reach. It is all in your heart and in your hands.

What is the most expensive bed in the world?

Sick bed.

You can employ someone to drive the car for you, make money for you but you cannot have someone to bear the sickness for you.

Material things lost can be found. But there is one thing that can never be found when it is lost – Life.

When a person goes into the operating room, he will realize that there is one book that he has yet to finish reading – Book of Healthy Life.

Whichever stage in life we are at right now, with time, we will face the day when the curtain comes down.

Treasure love for your family, love for your spouse, love for your friends.

Treat yourself well. Cherish others.

Keep Your Fork

The sound of Aunt Martha’s voice on the other end of the telephone always brought a smile to Brother Jim’s face. She was one of the oldest members of the congregation, and also one of the most faithful. This time, however, there seemed to be an unusual tone to her words.

“Preacher, could you stop by this afternoon? I need to talk to you.”

“Of course, I’ll be there around three.”

As they sat facing each other in the quiet of her small living room, Jim learned the reason for what he sensed in her voice. Martha shared the news that her doctor had just discovered a previously undetected tumor.

“He says I probably have six months to live.” Martha’s words were certainly serious, yet there was a definite calm about her.

“I’m so sorry to …” but before Jim could finish, Martha interrupted.

“Don’t be. The Lord has been good. I have lived a long life. I’m ready to go. You know that.”

“I know,” Jim whispered with a reassuring nod.

“But I do want to talk with you about my funeral. I have been thinking about it, and there are things that I know I want.”

They then talked about Martha’s funeral plan quietly for a long time. When it seemed that they had covered just about everything, Martha paused, looked up at Jim with a twinkle in her eye, and then added, “One more thing, preacher. When they bury me, I want my old Bible in one hand and a fork in the other?”

“A fork?” Jim was surprised. “Why do you want to be buried with a fork?”

“At those nice get-togethers, when the meal was almost finished, a server or the hostess would come by to collect the dirty dishes. Sometimes, at the best ones, somebody would lean over my shoulder and whisper, ‘You can keep your fork.’ And do you know what that meant? Dessert was coming!”

“It didn’t mean a cup of Jell-O or pudding or even a dish of ice cream. You don’t need a fork for that. It meant the good stuff, like chocolate cake or cherry pie! When they told me I could keep my fork, I knew the best was yet to come!”

“That’s exactly what I want people to talk about at my funeral. They can talk about all the good times we had together. That would be nice. But when they walk by my casket, I want them to turn to one another and say, ‘Why the fork?’ ”

“That’s what I want you to say. I want you to tell them that I kept my fork because the best is yet to come.”

likable

1. You are not a know-it-all.

You don’t jump into conversations and act like you know everything. You listen to other people and ask appropriate questions. You tend to make people feel good about themselves. People find themselves gravitating to you for advice or just small talk.

2. You mind your own business.

You aren’t a snob but you generally don’t give your input where it is not needed. It is quite annoying when people eavesdrop on conversations and provide their opinions when they aren’t invited to do so. You know when you are needed and when it is a good idea to keep a low profile.

3. You don’t hold grudges.

You let things go especially when the argument is inconsequential. You have learned over time to be the bigger person which makes you win people’s admiration. You are not a pushover because you let people know what they have crossed the line but you also don’t hold it against them in the long run.

4. You are patient.

You give people opportunities, room to grow, and space to inherently make mistakes. You know that everything in life has a learning curve and you give people around you a chance to grow into themselves. You are often the person people come to for help if something isn’t working.

5. You notice the good things about people.

You are able to see the good in people and focus more on it than on the bad. You are able to capitalize on the good things and people feel appreciated around you. People often see you and they smile genuinely because they are happy to see you.

6. You don’t jump into conclusions.

There is nothing more annoying than someone who doesn’t know all the facts forming an inappropriate or unfair conclusion. You take in the details and weigh all the facts. That way you don’t come of as unfair or biased. You take time to analyze issues before making premature conclusions.

7. You are genuine.

You are not phony and you also don’t entertain fake people. You give constructive criticism and people often come to you when they have an issue they need to resolve because they know you genuinely care about them. When people need your help they know they can count on you to provide adequate support.

8. You are generous.

You are not stingy with good things. You are the type of person who brings snacks to office from the places you have been on vacation. If there is something you can do to help someone you find a way to extend yourself. You help when needed without being overbearing.

9. You are a confidant.

You can be relied on to keep people’s secrets. You do not betray confidences and people trust you. You know how sensitive information can be and you are keen to ensure that you don’t let the people that trust you down.

Advice From a Dying Man

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I am only 24 years old, yet I have actually already chosen my last tie. It’s the one that I will wear on my funeral a few months from now. It may not match my suit, but I think it’s perfect for the occasion.

The cancer diagnosis came too late to give me at least a tenuous hope for a long life, but I realized that the most important thing about death is to ensure that you leave this world a little better than it was before you existed with your contributions. The way I’ve lived my life so far, my existence or more precisely the loss of it, will not matter because I have lived without doing anything impactful.

Before, there were so many things that occupied my mind. When I learned how much time I had left, however, it became clear which things are really important. So, I am writing to you for a selfish reason. I want to give meaning to my life by sharing with you what I have realized.

Don’t waste your time on work that you don’t enjoy. It is obvious that you cannot succeed in something that you don’t like. Patience, passion, and dedication come easily only when you love what you do.

It’s stupid to be afraid of others’ opinions. Fear weakens and paralyzes you. If you let it, it can grow worse and worse every day until there is nothing left of you, but a shell of yourself. Listen to your inner voice and go with it. Some people may call you crazy, but some may even think you’re a legend.

Take control of your life. Take full responsibility for the things that happen to you. Limit bad habits and try to lead a healthier life. Find a sport that makes you happy. Most of all, don’t procrastinate. Let your life be shaped by decisions you made, not by the ones you didn’t.

Appreciate the people around you. Your friends and relatives will always be an infinite source of strength and love. That is why you shouldn’t take them for granted.

It is difficult for me to fully express my feelings about the importance of these simple realizations, but I hope that you will listen to someone who has experienced how valuable time is.

I’m not upset because I understand that the last days of my life have become meaningful. I only regret that I will not be able to see a lot of cool stuff that should happen soon like the creation of AI, or Elon Musk’s next awesome project. I also hope that the war in Syria and Ukraine will end soon.

We care so much about the health and integrity of our body that until death, we don’t notice that the body is nothing more than a box – a parcel for delivering our personality, thoughts, beliefs and intentions to this world. If there is nothing in this box that can change the world, then it doesn’t matter if it disappears.

I believe that we all have potential, but it also takes a lot of courage to realize it. You can float through a life created by circumstances, missing day after day, hour after hour. Or, you can fight for what you believe in and write the great story of your life.

I hope you will make the right choice. Leave a mark in this world. Have a meaningful life, whatever definition it has for you. Go towards it. The place we are leaving is a beautiful playground, where everything is possible. Yet, we are not here forever.

Our life is a short spark in this beautiful little planet that flies with incredible speed to the endless darkness of the unknown universe. So, enjoy your time here with passion. Make it interesting. Make it count!

No Charge

The little boy came up to his mom in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:

For cutting grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $0.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $0.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75

His mom looked at him standing there expectantly, memory flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: $0.00
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: $0.00
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years: $0.00
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: $0.00
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: $0.00
When you add it all up, the cost of my love is No Charge.

When the little boy finished reading what his mom had written, there were tears in his eyes, and he looked straight up at his mother and said, “Mom, I sure do love you.” And then he took the pen and in big letters he wrote on his side of the paper: “PAID IN FULL”.