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C.R.I.-E.V.H. - n°04 2006 Part 1
C.R.I. – E.V.H. n° 4 February 2006
En conclusion : commençons par nous changer nous-même et lorsque le moment sera venu l’entourage suivra.
Everyone, except the leader, sat there in shock and disbelief. The leader sat patiently and let his wife conclude her tirade. When she left the room, one man asked the leader, "Why, sir, did you let her do that to you in front of all of us?" In his wise and thoughtful way, the leader responded by saying, "Because it makes her feel better." This incident is a glaring example of one side of the troubled personality of Mary Todd Lincoln, the wife of the 16th president of the United States, Abraham Lincoln. The incident took place in the White House at a meeting of the Cabinet.
There a little girl with a beautiful voice was asked to sing. There was a pause, as no one was willing to comply with the girl's wishes. Noble was the heart of that renowned singer who was willing to share her voice with the Little girl.
"Really," he said, "you do not live well at ail; you should see how I live! I have ail sorts of fine things to eat every day. You must come to visit me and see how nice it is to live in the city." The little Country Mouse was glad to do this, and after a while he went to the city to visit his friend. The two little mice nibbled and nibbled, and the Country Mouse thought he had never tasted anything so delicious in his life. He was just thinking how lucky the City Mouse was, when suddenly the door opened with a bang, and in came the cook to get some flour. "Rut'!" whispered the City Mouse. And they ran as fast as they could to the little hole where they had come in. The little Country Mouse was shaking ail over When they got safely away, but the Iittle City Mouse said,"That is nothing; she will soon go away and then we can go back." After the cook had gone away and shut the door they stole softly back, and this time the City Mouse had something new to show: he took the little Country Mouse into a corner on the top shelf, where a big jar of dried prunes stood open. After much tugging and pulling they got a large dried prune out of the jar on to the shelf and began to nibble at it. This was even better than the brown sugar. The little Country Mouse liked the taste so much that he could hardly nibble fast enough. But ail at once, in the midst of their eating, there came a scratching at the door and a sharp, loud MIAOUW! `This is very terrible," said the little Country Mouse; "let us not go back to the cupboard again." So the City Mouse took his little friend down the cellar stairs and into a big cupboard where there were many shelves. On the shelves were jars of butter, and cheeses in bags and out of bags. Overhead hung bunches of sausages, and there were spicy apples in barrels standing about. It smelled so good that it went to the little Country Mouse's head. He ran along the shelf and nibbled at a cheese here, and a bit of butter there, until he saw an especially rich, very delicious-smelling piece of cheese on a queer little stand in a corner. He was just on the point of putting his teeth into the cheese when the City Mouse saw him. The little Country Mouse stopped and said, "What is a trap?" So the little Country Mouse went back to his home, and there he stayed ail the rest of his life.
Dalaï Lama
A few churlish cowboys heard this lecture and decided to test him. When the preacher went to their village to deliver a lecture they asked him to stand on a reversed tub and address the gathering. The preacher did as requested and then became absorbed in his subject. When he had finished, the cowboys surrounded him, shook hands with him and declared; `Yes preacher, you are absolutely genuine. You are what you preach !
"What sort of people live in the next town?" asked the stranger. "They were a bad lot. Troublemakers ail, and lazy too. The most selfish people in the world, and not a one of them to be trusted. I'm happy to be leaving the scoundrels." "Is that so?" replied the old farmer. "Well, I'm afraid that you’ll find the same sort in the next town.
"What were the people like where you've come from?" replied the farmer once again. "They were the best people in the world. Hard working, honest, and friendly. I'm sorry to be leaving them." "Fear hot," said the farmer. "You'll find the same sort in the next town.
One complained bitterly, "You know, Bob, I just don't understand it. We used the same drugs, the same dosage, the same schedule and the same entry criteria. Yet 1 got a 22 per-cent response rate and you got a 74 percent. That's unheard of for metastatic cancer. How do you do it?" His colleague replied, "We're both using Etoposide, Platinum, Oncovin and Hydroxyurea. You call yours EPOH. I tell my patients I'm giving them HOPE. As dismal as the statistics are, I emphasize that we have a chance."
“Combien vendez-vous les chiots ?” demanda-t-il. Le marchand sourit et siffla : cinq petites boules de poils accoururent du chenil. Le marchand expliqua que sa hanche désarticulée ferait toujours de lui un estropié. Le petit garçon se fâcha. Regardant le marchand droit dans les yeux et indiquant du doigt le petit chien il dit : “Je ne veux pas que vous me le donniez. Ce chiot a autant de valeur que les autres et je vous paierai le prix intégral. Je vous donne tout de suite 2,37 € et je vous donnerai 50 centimes tous les mois jusqu’à ce que j’aie remboursé ma dette.” Alors, le petit garçon se baissa et remonta la jambe de son pantalon pour laisser voir sa jambe gauche sérieusement déformée, toute tordue, que soutenait un appareil orthopédique. Regardant le marchand, il répondit doucement : “Eh bien ! Moi-même, je ne cours pas très bien et le petit chiot aura besoin de quelqu’un qui le comprenne.”
Ils ont la capacité de changer ce qui peut l'être, mais aussi d'accepter l'inévitable. Enfin ils ne transforment pas tous leurs désirs en besoins. Ils choisissent d'être, plutôt que d'avoir et préfèrent l'essentiel à l'accessoire. Robert Blondin
Ils étaient très pauvres et chacun savait que l’autre portait en son cœur un désir inassouvi : lui, avait une montre en or et ambitionnait secrètement d’acquérir, un jour, une chaîne du même métal précieux ; elle, avait de grands et beaux cheveux, et rêvait d’un peigne de nacre pour les serrer sur sa nuque.
Elle ouvrit alors ses mains dans lesquelles brillait la chaîne d’or. Ma pauvre amie, s’écria-t-il, en ouvrant ses propres mains dans lesquelles resplendissait la nacre, j’ai vendu la montre pour t’acheter le peigne.
Gérard Bessières
It is you who make your destiny. Do good, be good, and you will get good in return; perform bad deeds, and you reap only bad consequence.
Bien qu'absorbée dans sa lecture, elle s'aperçut que l'homme à côté d'elle, effronté s'il en fut, Elle fit mine de ne rien voir pour éviter un esclandre fâcheux. De plus en plus agacée à mesure que le temps passait, elle songea: «Si je n'étais pas si aimable, je le giflerais. » Chaque fois qu'elle prenait un biscuit, l'homme sans gêne se servait. L'air content, il eut un petit rire nerveux, puis il prit le dernier biscuit et le cassa en deux. .L'homme lui offrit une moitié et mangea sa part.
Une fois à bord et confortablement installée, elle chercha son livre qu'elle avait presque terminé. Trop tard pour s'excuser, elle se rendit compte, malheureuse, que c'était elle l'impolie, l'ingrate, la voleuse!
"J'aimerais être Félix, notre petit chat, pour être comme lui pris dans vos bras chaque fois que vous revenez à la maison... J'aimerais parfois être un baladeur pour me sentir écouté par vous deux, sans aucune distinction, n'ayant que mes paroles au bout des oreilles, fredonnant l'écho de ma solitude... J'aimerais être un journal pour que vous preniez le temps chaque jour de me demander de mes nouvelles... J'aimerais être une télévision pour ne jamais m'endormir le soir sans avoir été, au moins une fois, regardé avec intérêt... J'aimerais être une équipe de hockey pour toi papa, afin de te voir t'exciter de joie après chacune de mes victoires et un roman pour toi maman, afin que tu puisses lire mes émotions... A y bien penser j'aimerais n’être qu'une chose: un cadeau inestimable pour vous deux!
By Kay Challenor
All the time the children played, the tree watched, looking over them. Watching as each generation grew up and became men and women, shading them with its branches of leaves which turned from green buds to an array of reds and gold in flow with the seasons. Now it was conker season. The children were searching underneath the tree, seeking out the green prickly cases and prising them open to reveal the dark treasures. Timmy held the chestnut in his hand. The sun caught the deep brown surface and it shone beautifully. It almost looked good enough to eat. Timmy smiled at his brother and stuffed the large conker into his coat pocket. The others had found a lot of conkers. Some even had bags full. All of them were eager to win the annual school conker championships. Every year some children tried to find ways of making their conkers harder, to withstand the continuous knocking from others and so become the champion, the strongest conker of all. Some children tried to dry or bake their conkers and others even tried to drill holes into them and fill them with cement. However, they never won. It was realised that the only true champion conkers grew naturally and they were the biggest and ripest ones to fall from the tree. Tim sat down on the tree roots leaning his back against the trunk. His hand held the conker in his pocket. He could feel the smooth surface against his fingers and he knew that his conker was special. Two bigger children joined the group. They had already been and collected conkers, but they wanted some more. The boy glared down at Timmy, a flash of anger on his face. For a moment everything was tense and still, then to Timmy's relief the boy relaxed. "Suit yourself," he said turning to his companion with a shrug. "This kid has found a whopper. There must be more than one, so let's find the others." Timmy jumped, startled. With his back against the tree trunk he was sure that he had felt the tree shudder. Tim jumped again as he felt a deep rumble beneath him. He could feel the pain of the tree as energy rushed through the tree trunk leaving his back prickling with heat. He flew to his feet. Then an amazing thing happened. "Thanks, Tim, but no. It's OK. I had no idea." He looked up at the tree which once again stood motionless and held out his hand to the trunk. He felt the rough bark etched with markings of growth and he studied the gnarled trunk that reflected the tree's history and experiences. As he focused on the tree, the boy became motionless too, transfixed, as if he was part of the tree himself, part of its stillness and experience. Slowly a large smile began to spread across his face and he seemed happy and content as he took his hand away. All his previous anger and tension seeming to have melted from him. "Wow! I felt the tree talk. I could feel a subtle pulsation beneath my fingers and my hand went all hot. Isn't it amazing!" Timmy smiled, "…And to think," he said. "All that started from one seed just like this!" he held out his conker as it glistened and gleamed. "Magic!" The tree responded, rustling its leaves and gently swaying its branches in approval.
By Trudy Road
Jack didn’t feel very well. He had had a tummy upset the day before and he still felt a little unwell, although he didn’t want to go to the school nurse. He decided to tell his teacher, adding that he wanted to stay in the classroom. The teacher asked him if he would like to sit on the sofa in the book corner. When the teacher looked up from his desk, where he had been helping a child with his Maths, he noticed that another boy, Wasim, had stopped doing his work and was sitting next to Jack, with his arm around him, quietly talking to him. Wasim then took a book to read to his friend. The teacher was very happy to see such caring behaviour. He decided to recommend Wasim for a Certificate of Merit for his caring attitude, which would be presented during morning Assembly. The teacher smiled, "What a lovely friend," he thought. Wasim and David smiled happily when the teacher told them they were to be awarded Certificates for special kindness. They were surprised too, because they considered it normal to look after a friend who isn’t feeling well - and now they were to be given an award as well! "What a strange teacher we have!" they thought later as they proudly collected their certificates.
1.Group work in fours: Name one person who is a friend and say what it is about them that makes you value their friendship. 2.Why I love my friend? Give each child a copy of the picture of the strawberry. Ask them to write in each section of it a nice word about the friend. Then at the bottom fill in and say why she/he loves his/her friend. The children may want to fill in more than one.
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L’homme doit toujours avancer vers la force ; il ne devrait pas se réfugier dans le mensonge, la méchanceté et la malhonnêteté qui sont les caractéristiques fondamentales de la lâcheté. Cette lâcheté est née de l’acceptation d’une image fausse et inférieure de nous-même. Vous pensez que vous êtes l’enveloppe, la couche extérieure, mais vous êtes en réalité le noyau, le cœur. Cette fausse identification est l’erreur fondamentale. Tout effort spirituel doit être dirigé vers la suppression de l’enveloppe et la révélation du noyau central. Aussi longtemps que vous dites « Je suis Untel », vous êtes obligé d’avoir peur, mais une fois que vous dites et éprouvez « Je suis Brahman », vous obtenez une force invincible.
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