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The Paper Cup

Saturday, February 2nd, 2008

One night I was sitting in my kitchen half-listening as my 15 year old brother Tommy antagonized my 12 year-old brother Kevin. I didn’t pay attention when Kevin charged up the stairs with the hurt on his face.

About 20 minutes later, as I was walking upstairs I heard Kevin crying inside the bathroom. I bit my tongue to stop myself from saying, “Come on Kevin, don’t be such a baby.” Instead, I knocked on the door and asked, “Hey Kevin, do you want to talk?”

No response.

I tried again, “Why don’t you come out of there?”

No response again.

So, joking around, I grabbed a stack of index cards and a pencil and wrote, “If you don’t want to talk, we can write notes to each other.”

An hour later I was still sitting on the floor outside the bathroom with two stacks of index cards in front of me. One was blank and one was cards from Kevin on which he had translated all his yucky feelings into words precious phone and Dawson’s Creek show downstairs. As I read one of Kevin’s notes, tears came to my eyes. It said, “Nobody in this family cares about me. I’m not talented. Tommy thinks I’m stupid and Dad wishes he had the other Kevin as a kid because he’s better at basketball. And you never around to even notice me.”

Tears came to my eyes as I wrote back to him. It was true what he had said about me. I wrote back, “You know Kevin, I really do love you and I’m sorry I don’t always show it. I am here for you and you are loved in this family.”

There was no response for a while, but then I heard a tearing sound coming form inside the bathroom. Kevin, who had run out of index cards, wrote on the torn up paper cup, “Thanks.’

I wrote back, “For what?” It returned to me with “Loving me” written on it. Since then, I try my best to never only half-notice my family members anymore. Kevin and I have a closer relationship now, and sometimes when one of us notices that the other is upset we’ll smile and say, “Write it on a paper cup.”

Food Culture in China

Friday, December 21st, 2007

Different places have different tastes for food. In China, there are 56 folks, each folk has its special cooking,  and the large area causes difference dining habits among the difference districts. First of all, we need to know that, the old China was developed in a faming society, and most of the dining habits and meals culture are based on this factor.

Taste Depends On Climate, there is a big difference about the diets between Northern and Southern China, that is, the dishes made by Northern Chefs are in heavier taste and those are comparably light in Southern Chefs’ recipes, sometimes, we say it is tasty as sweet and fresh in Southern Chinese food. In the Northern and Western Provinces of China like Lingxia, hebei, Sichuan , Shenxi, and Yunnan, the diets are made in hot and spicy, because of the humid cold weather and high altitude, Chinese people wonder that to perspire is a good method for preventing diseases caused by humidity and cold.

Dining Tool and habits, not same to the people living in western area, Chinese used to have their dinner together with all the family members, sitting around a table and each person will have one set of dining tool in front of them, including two bowls which one for rice and another for soup, one pairs of chopsticks and one plate for meat / vegetable. They will share the food dishes which were made and put into the central of table, diners will only pick up the food from the dished which who want to eat. He will pick it and places it into the small plate in front of him. There are 2 special habits, one is, Chinese diners never pick up rice from the bowl but will handle the bowl towards their lips then poke the rice into their mouths by the chopsticks. The other one is, Chinese always have soup during or after dining.
 
Festive Dishes, because of the poor and hard lifestyle character of a farming society, the Chinese farming families would have food which were being get from the farming field, such as, potatoes, tomatoes, vegetable, sweet corn, mushrooms, etc. So, the Chinese will have many dishes of meat recipes like Chicken, Pork, Fish that they do not have in the normal days. The are some special snack, or to be said, festival food will be made during the Chinese festivals, Such as Sweet-Stick Cake and Turnip Pastry in Lunar New Year,  Glutinous Rice Tamale in Dragon Boat Festival, Moon Cake in Middle Autumn Festival, etc, and Steamed Buns to the Birthday person……

Religion Culture - Vegetarian Diets, buddhism and Tao is the main religions in Mainland China, and, it is must more simple to know that vegetarian diets becomes the main food to the people whose cult as monk and nun, as well as Taoist. There are so many vegetarian diets made looked like meat as pork, beef, fish, cuttlefish, etc. It is so funny and tasty, and healthy. Islam is one of the large religion in Mainland China, but it is well-known that, the Muslins never eat Pork, and their famous recipe is BBQ Lamb……

Main Food, generally, we can divided the farming products of main food in China into 3 styles, those are, Rice in Southern and Eastern China, Wheat in Northern China and Sweet Corn in Middle, Northern, Western China. Because of their farming products, the people living in Southern China will have rice, congee or rice noodle as their main food, and who will have wheat made products like Bun, noodle, pancake in Northern China. The populace who living on seaside and lakeside will have seafood or lake fishes as meals. Of course, people can have any food as they want nowaday.
 
Herds And Spices, Preserved Materials, there are not popular to use herds and spices in Chinese Food, perhaps Chinese chefs will use some parsley, aniseed, fennel, cloves, Sichuan peppercorn, red chili pasty……however, they mostly use light and dark soy sauce, Shaoxing wine, rice vinegar and oyster sauce as the main seasoning and sauce. Chinese chefs usually like to use the preserved and salty Ingredients like preserved eggs, potherb and pickled mustard, dried shrimps, bean curd cheese, dry and salty pork, salty duck, meat sausage……it is a long and traditional habit since the ancient hard and poor farming society
  

I Always Be There for You

Tuesday, December 11th, 2007

No matter what happens, I ll always be there for you!

In 1989 an 8.2 earthquake almost flattened America, killing over 30,000 people in less than four minutes. In the midst of utter devastation and chaos, a father left his wife safely at home and rushed to the school where his son was supposed to be, only to discover that the building was as flat as a pancake.

After the unforgettably initial shock, he remembered the promise he had made to his son: “No matter what, I ll always be there for you!” And tears began to fill his eyes. As he looked at the pile of ruins that once was the school, it looked hopeless, but he kept remembering his commitment to his son.

He began to direct his attention towards where he walked his son to class at school each morning. Remembering his son s classroom would be in the back right corner of the building, he rushed there and started digging through the ruins.

As he was digging, other helpless parents arrived, clutching their hearts, saying: “My son!” “My daughter!” Other well meaning parents tried to pull him off what was left of the school, saying: “It s too late! They re all dead! You can t help!

Go home! Come on, face reality, there s nothing you can do!”

To each parent he responded with one line: “Are you going to help me now?” And then he continued to dig for his son, stone by stone. The fire chief showed up and tried to pull him off the school s ruins saying, “Fires are breaking out, explosions are happening everywhere. You re in danger. We ll take care of it. Go home.” To which this loving, caring American father asked, “Are you going to help me now?”

The police came and said, “You re angry, anxious and it s over. You re endangering others. Go home. We ll handle it!” To which he replied, “Are you going to help me now?” No one helped.

Courageously he went on alone because he needed to know for himself: “Is my boy alive or is he dead?” He dug for eight hours…12 hours…24 hours…36 hours…then, in the 38th hour, he pulled back a large stone and heard his son s voice. He screamed his son s name, “ARMAND!” He heard back, “Dad!?! It s me, Dad! I told the other kids not to worry. I told em that if you were alive, you d save me and when you saved me, they d be saved. You promised, No matter what happens, I ll always be there for you! You did it, Dad!” “What s going on in there? How is it?” the father asked.

“There are 14 of us left out of 33, Dad. We re scared, hungry, thirsty and thankful you re here. When the building collapsed, it made a triangle, and it saved us.”

“Come out, boy!”

“No, Dad! Let the other kids out first, cause I know you ll get me! No matter what happens, I know you ll always be there for me!”

A Later Bloomer

Friday, August 31st, 2007

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A cactus stood all alone the desert, wondering why it was stuck in the middle of nowhere. “I do nothing but stand here all day,’ it sighed. “ what use am I? I’m ugliest plant in the desert. My spines are thick and prickly, my leaves are rubbery and tough, and my skin is thick and bumpy. I can’t offer shade or juicy fruit to any passing traveler. I don’t see that I’m any use at all.” All it did was stand in the sun day after day, growing taller and fatter. Its spines grew longer and its leaves tougher, and it swelled here and there until it was lumpy and lopsided all over. It truly was strange-looking.

“I wish I could do do something useful,” it sighted. By day hawks circled high overhead. “What can I do with my life?” the cactus called. Whether they heard or not, the hawks sailed away. At night the moon floated into the sky and cast its pale glow on the desert floor. “What good can I do with my life?” the cactus called. The moon only stared coldly as it mounted its course. A lizard crawled by, leaving a little trail in the sand with its tail. “What worthy deed can I do?” the cactus called. “ You?”  the lizard laughed, pausing a moment. “Worthy deed? Why, you can’t do anything The hawks circle way overhead, tracing delicate patterns for us all to admire. The moon hangs high like a lantern at night, so we can see our ways home to our loved ones. Even I, the lowly lizard, have something to do. I decorate the sands with these beautiful brushstrokes as I pull my tail along. But you? You do nothing but get uglier ever day.”

And so it went on, year after year. At last the cactus grew old, and it knew its time was short. “Oh, Lord,” it cried out, “ I’ve wondered so long, and I’ve tried so hard. Forgive me if I’ve failed to find something worthy to do. I fear that now it’s too late.” But just then the cactus felt a strange stirring and unfolding, and it knew a surge of joy that erased all despair. At its very tip, like a sudden crown, a glorious flower suddenly opened in bloom. Never had the desert known such a blossom. Its fragrance perfumed the air far and wide and brought happiness to all passing by. The butterflies paused to admire its beauty, and that night even the moon smiled when it rose to find such a treasure. The cactus heard a voice. “ You have waited long,” the Lord said. “ The heart that seeks to do good reflects My glory, and will always bring something worthwhile to the world, something in which all can rejoice—even if for only a moment.”

風中的木桶

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

bucket.jpg一個黑人小孩在他父親的葡萄酒廠看守橡木桶。

每天早上,他用抹布將一個個木桶擦拭乾淨,然後一排排整齊地擺放好。

令他生氣的是:往往一夜之間,風就把他排列整齊的木桶吹得東倒西歪。

小男孩很簍屈地哭了。父親撫摸著男孩的頭說:“孩子,別傷心,我們可以想辦法去征服風。”

於是,小男孩擦幹了眼淚,坐在木桶旁邊想啊想啊,想了半天,他終於想出了一個辦法,他去井裏挑來一桶桶的清水,然後把它們倒進空空的橡木桶裏,然後忐忑不安地回家睡覺了。

第二天天剛蒙蒙亮,小男孩就匆匆爬了起來,他跑到放桶的地方一看,那些木桶一個一個排放得整整齊齊,沒有一個被風吹倒的,也沒有一個被吹歪的。

小男孩高興地笑了,他對父親說:“木桶要想不被風吹倒,就要加重木桶自己的重量。”男孩的父親贊許地笑了。

這個世界上我們有很多東西是控制不了的,但是我們可以改變自己,改變我們自身的能力和我們的思維。提升自我的能力,這是一個人不被打翻的唯一方法。