Making A Dfference

guys, its the 10th January of 2010... Do you wish to make a difference in your life? its the 10th of 2010 but its not too late to make a difference, because nothing is too late until its over....Guys,according to the book i have shared in the previous page... Difference is the opportunity to take the time each day to acknowledge the beauty around us, to appreciate the amazing people who tough us, and to leave the world a better place each day through our thought, words and actions.. You know what i hope you and me are making difference each day by sharing ourself and our gifts with grace and ease with all those who come into my life...

So, here it goes the story in this book : ( i won't tell you the whole story ok? i mean from A to Z, but i'll summarize it and adapt it a little bit )

I've lived in New York city for all my seventeen years and can't imagine living anywhere else.
It was a cold November day, and New York City was still reeling from devastation of sepetember 11. All the members of my soccer team were glad to have an excuse to get out of school. It was the first game of the year and we had suffered a horrible defeat; still we were just excited to be starting a new season and a new year. We were twenty high-school girls walking and laughing through the streets of the Bronx. We knew we will having a long way to get home . To amuse ourselves and pass the time, we began to sing. Various genres of music filled the train's car, from Bob Dylan to Christina Aguilera . Eventhough only one of us could really sing, we all sang along as loudly as possible : what we lacked in musical talent we made up for on volume and enthusiasm. I wish i could freeze that moment: being with friends, feeling happy and not thinking about anything else.It was an amazing feeling that got even better as the train moved o.
suddenly, an old man entered the car from the subway platform, all our voices stopped simultaneously. The old man's clothes were tattered and his face was covered with a stubbly beard. \in his hand, he held a Styrofoam coffee cup emblazoned with " I Love NY". despite his shabby appearance, he carried himself with dignity. He spoke softly, but his voice projected through the car. " hello, ladies and gentlemen. I hope everyone is staying warm and healthy this winter. I am going to sing a couple of my favourite songs for you during your trip. please listen , and i hope you enjoy.". No one on the train looked u. Most people slid down behind their newspaper of foreign sleep but we girls watched him carefully. As his lips parted and began to sing " Joy to the World," we were carried away his eloquent voice and presence that we found ourselves chiming right in. After we had finish, we heard clapping and looked around to see that the people who had been in their own worlds a few moment before had now crossed over to ours to listen and marvel at this rare moment.and for his final song, he choose something that was sure to move everyone " God Bless America "
rag through the subway train and out of the station where we stopped. Many people left their own cars to come and see what was happening in ours - and join us. Many sang and this medley of voices and unity of spirit, was real and marvelous. Its significance became clearest to me when i noticed a woman holding a baby in her arms, singing through the tears that were streaming down her cheeks.
The power of this moment will be with me forever . A moment when a group of strangers, all New Yokers, tough and jaded, connected with a group of high-school girls and ragtag homeless person, and allowed their voices-and their hearts-to be as one.

The End.

Now guys, if you were there? would you do the same thing as the writer? really, Once we discover how to appreciate the timeless values in our daily experiences, we can enjoy the best things in life...This i personal reflection from the first story... So, make a different, to appreciate everything in our life from the small and useless values to th big and useful values...