sexta-feira, 3 de abril de 2009

Enough

texto que recebi de uma amiga da Disney...
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ENOUGH:,

Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last
moments together at the airport. They had announced the
departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged, and
the mother said, 'I love you, and I wish you
enough..'


The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been
more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you
enough, too, Mom.'


They kissed, and the daughter left. The mother walked over
to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could
see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on
her privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you
ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be
forever?'


Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking,
but why is this a forever good-bye?'


'I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges
ahead, and the reality is - her next trip back will be for
my funeral,' she said.


'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I
wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'


She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been
handed down from other generations. My parents used to say
it to everyone.' She paused a moment and looked up as if
trying to remember it in detail, and she smiled even more.
'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we wanted
the other person to have a life filled with just enough good
things to sustain them.'


Then, turning toward me, she shared the following as i f
she were reciting it from memory.


I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no
matter how gray the day may appear.


I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.


I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and
everlasting.


I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in
life may appear bigger.


I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.


I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.


I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final
good-bye.


Then, she began to cry, and walked away.


They say, it takes a minute to find a special person, an
hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire
life to forget them.


TAKE TIME TO LIVE.....

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