Come across this article,(extract of the article as follow) and finish reading it with a heavy heart. In our purse to be more rich, own more houses and to earn more money, coupling with the fast speed life style we having, we often ignore or forget the main objective behind our action. To earn more money to make up to our children with more material resources where we just want to cover our guilty of not spending enough time with them? Or want to provide a better life for our parent, working all day long and can only meet them up during Chinese Reunion Dinner, but where just a weekly call to them is what they need the most? The list just go on.
What is your objectives?
Time to revisit the reason behind your motivation to be rich, successful, and get in touch with your real self and fine tuned your action.
Time to know your true reason, not some general reason like giving your parent a better life and use the excuse make us look holy.
And it’s times for you to look beyond wealth and appreciate those ugly beauty around you.
Everyone Was Warned Not To Touch Him, But This Guy Did
Everyone in the apartment complex i lived in knew who ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the doors when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. if you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. if you ever pick him up, he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbours huskies. They did not respond with kindness, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment i could hear his screams, and i tried to rush to his aid. By the time, i got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As i picked him up and tried to carry him home i could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly i thought.
Then i felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear – Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and i could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At the moment i though Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature i had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before i could get inside, but i sat and held him for a long tie afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show. Specials ever could, and for that i will always be thankful. He had been scarred for the outside, but i was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those i cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, i will always try to be Ugly.