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A ppreciation and recognition can make a big change.

 

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In the early nineteenth century, a young man in London aspired to be a writer. 

But everything seemed to be against him. 

He had never been able to attend school more than four years. 

His father had been flung in jail because he couldn’t pay his debts, 

and this young man often knew the pangs of hunger. 

Finally, he got a job pasting labels on bottles of 

blacking in a rat-infested warehouse, 

and he slept at night in a dismal attic room with 

two other boys – guttersnipes from the slums of London. 

He had so little confidence in his ability to write that 

he sneaked out and mailed his first manuscript in the 

dead of night so nobody would laugh at him. 

Story after story was refused. 

Finally the great day came when one was accepted. 

True, he wasn’t paid a shilling for it, but one editor had praised him.

 One editor had given him recognition. 

He was so thrilled that he wandered aimlessly 

around the streets with tears rolling down his cheeks.

The praise, the recognition, that he received through 

getting one story in print, changed his whole life,

 for if it hadn’t been for that encouragement, 

he might have spent his entire life working in rat-infested factories. 

You may have heard of that boy. His name was Charles Dickens.

                                                     Till then stay influential 

                     XOXO


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Love exceeded the holiest limits

 
 
 This paint is for the Spanish painter
 of An elderly man 
who was sentenced to death by 
starvation and had allowed his 
daughter to visit him on a daily basis 
but in every time she visited him 
she was inspected very accurately to 
be sure that she 
wouldn’t enter the food to her father…
This daughter did something 
that man can’t imagine 
or even any woman can’t make it, 
she fed her father 
from her breast milk till guards 
caught her while 
she was breastfeeding him….
Then they freed her father as 
a veneration for her love 
to her father which exceeded 
the holiest limits.
 
For sure her father loved her 
that much so her love to him
exceeded the holiest limits.
 
 
 
Till then , stay in love.
XOXO
 

Reading


Reading reading ,, what does the human do if there are no books or any thing to read ?
omg i can’t imagine that , because from my point of view reading is like eating , drinking and sleeping .
Simply it is one of our life’s basic routine .
wish you all happy reading .

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