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OUT OF GRASP

OUT OF GRASP                                                      hough you shine like the sun. I desired to be your moon. But desiring to be your moon was a blunder from me.  As night descends,daylight slips away. I kept chasing you through the stars, But we were the dusk and dawn, I can't keep up, you're to far, Before I even noticed,you were already gone. Your goodbye was my greeting, Your greeting was my goodbye, People are terrified for the darkness I bring, But for people you shine . I was beyond your sight, The stars aligned, but the clock's didn't, Overwhelmed match but impefect timin g.

The Weight of the Glass

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         The Weight of the Glass      written by:Jomar Nielles   Once upon a time, a psychology professor walked around on a stage while teaching   stress management   principles to an auditorium filled with   students .  As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the typical “ glass half empty   or glass half full” question.  Instead, with a smile on her face, the professor asked, “How heavy is this glass of water I’m holding?” Students shouted out answers ranging from eight ounces to a couple of pounds. She replied, “From my perspective, the absolute weight of this glass doesn’t matter.  It all depends on how long I hold it.  If I hold it for a minute or two, it’s fairly light.  If I hold it for an hour straight, its weight might make my arm ache a little.  If I hold it for a day straight, my arm will likely cramp up and feel completely numb and paralyzed, forcing me t...

The happy turtle

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                   All the Difference in The World A happy turtle  by:Jomar Nielles Quite a long story in English with moral, this English story for adults is about making a difference in the world. Every Sunday morning I take a light jog around a park near my home.  There’s a lake located in one corner of the park.  Each time I jog by this lake, I see the same elderly woman sitting at the water’s edge with a small metal cage sitting beside her. This past Sunday my curiosity got the best of me, so I stopped jogging and walked over to her.  As I got closer, I realized that the metal cage was, in fact, a small trap.  There were three turtles, unharmed, slowly walking around the base of the trap.  She had a fourth  turtle  in her lap that she was carefully scrubbing with a sponge brush. “Hello,” I said.  “I see you here every Sunday morning.  If you don’t mind