INSPIRED QUOTES 2

If you believe that all men/women are evil, kindly stay single. That prejudice is a volcano that can tear down any home.

Before u sit down and daydream about Mr/Mrs perfect, what do u have to offer? An honest answer to that question is priceless.

WHAT GOES AROUND

It's a cool Sunday Evening and I just want to share a message. This was sent to me from a close friend as a broadcast via BlackBerry Messenger. It may be stale to some but the message is loud and clear. I am posting this the way I received it barring a few structural adjustments. Typographical errors ain't mine. Read below and imbibe the message‎

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the

side of the road, but even in the dim light of day,

he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in

front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac car

was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried.

No one had stopped to help for the last hour or

so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe;

he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out

there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was

that chill which only fear can put in you.

He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t

you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way,

my name is Bryan Anderson.” ‎Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old ‎lady, that was bad enough.

Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to

put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two.

Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had

to get dirty and his hands hurt.

‎

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled

down the window and began to talk to him. She

told him that she was from St. Louis and was only

just passing through. She couldn’t thank him

enough for coming to her aid. ‎Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady ‎asked how much she owed him. Any amount ‎would have been all right with her. She already ‎imagined all the awful things that could have ‎happened had he not stopped.

‎Bryan never thought twice about being paid.

This was not a job to him. This was helping

someone in need, and God knows there were

plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. 

He ‎had lived his whole life that way, and it never

occurred to him to act any other way. ‎He told her that if she really wanted to pay him ‎back, the next time she saw someone who needed ‎help, she should grant that person the assistance

needed.  Bryan added, “And pray for me.”

He waited until she started her car and drove off.

It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt

good as he headed for home, disappearing into

the twilight.‎

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small

cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take

the chill off before she made the last leg of her

trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant.

Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole

scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came

over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet

hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being

on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The

lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months

pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches

change her attitude. 

The old lady wondered how ‎someone who had so little could be so giving to a ‎stranger. Then she remembered Bryan . ‎After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a ‎hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to ‎get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old ‎lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone ‎by the time the waitress came back. The waitress ‎wondered where the lady could be. Then she ‎noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what

the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I

have been there too. Somebody once helped me

out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to

pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this

chain of love end with you.” ‎Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. ‎Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, ‎and people to serve, but the waitress made it ‎through another day. 

That night when she got ‎home from work and climbed into bed, she was ‎thinking about the money and what the lady had ‎written. How could the lady have known how ‎much she and her husband needed? With the baby ‎due next month, it was going to be hard….‎She knew how worried her husband was, and as ‎he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft ‎kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s ‎going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”

There is an old saying “What goes around comes

around.” ‎

Have a Blessed week friends. Shalom. 

TRANSFER BLUES

I really wanted to give football a break but I just can't. It comes with the terrain I guess. The rumbles in the transfer market can be likened to a battle of wits between Generals. From Spain to England, Germany, Italy and the rest of Europe, the football battlefields are being prepared for war. The Pre-season games are ongoing and offer the coaches an opportunity to make tactical twitches to their squads. August promises to be enthralling.

In England, Manchester United seem to be going for the kill if transfer deals are anything to go by. The signing of Schweini, Depay and Schneiderlin attests to this. Liverpool also seem to mean business with their capture of Firmino and most likely, Benteke. Arsenal's Cech scoop may also turn out to be a massive transfer coup. Manchester city's capture of Sterling (for a bloated sum) and Delph may prove strategic. Same goes for Chelsea's squad retention with possibilities of a late deal on the horizon. That's quintessential Mourinho.

WHERE'S THE WORLD HEADED?

We live in a strange world. Months ago, the world awoke to news of a grand father's transition to the feminine gender. After spending sixty five years as a male, three marriages with fruits, Bruce decides to become Caitlyn. What an absurdity! His euphoric reception is unbelievable, same applies to the awards for courage. I am yet to fathom why it took him so long and how his family actually feel despite the cosmetic semblance of acceptance.