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The samurai’s journey to Edo.

There was no samurai that make it great in the village of Himeji. One day,
a samurai by the name Fukuro Nakajami decides to end this history of this
pathetic records.

Long ago, a samurai set out to learn the best swordsmanship skills in the world.

He said to himself, “I must become the best swordsman in the world, to attain
the number 1 samurai title holds great prestige and esteem to one name.”

With that, he began his journey.

With that, he reaches Hokkaido.

Here is the best place in Japan for its cuisine and food. When he reaches Hokkaido,
Nakajami was astonished to find that the place was not what he thought.

He went to “Yakomoto Inn”

An older man greeted him, “GO BACK. There is nothing to teach you , Samurai.”

The samurai was puzzled. How can the city be so big
and yet the best swordman was not there.

The older man continued, “Many a times, Samurai like you search for the skills but they
end up in vain. Do not search anymore, for you are likely to find yourself in bitterness.
There is still time, go back.”

The samurai was angry; he had never been insulted in a way like this. He sheathed his
sword and prepared himself in the bushido stance. He would teach this peasant a lesson
on how to respect Samurai and Ronin.

Just as he slashed at the old man, the old man swiftly block the cut with a paper fan .The
samurai stared vehemently at him, forcing his katana to inch closer and closer to the old man's face.

The old man released his fan and the samurai staggered back a few steps before
landing himself on the floor, his katana flew and stuck into the tatami.

The samurai realized his mistakes, quickly rise up and bow to him.

“Forget me for my imprudence, I seek strength from the sword, can you enlightened me?”

“The strength does not come from your sword, it comes from your heart.
What lies within lies within oneself, to discover the joy and the pain, one must be open.”

“How?”, asked the Samurai.

When he looked for the old man, he already had left the inn.

Fukuro Nakajami decided to practice what the old man taught
and become one of the great samurai in Edo.
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Copyright by Liger 2009

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Nicely written~
But I feel sometimes there are too many excessive words
such as
"...forcing more strength on his samurai sword."
Samurai wasn't necessary
and it would sound more clean if u just put sword
or perhaps if u want it to be more specific
"katana"
^^
I like it~
Here's a prompt, you don't have to use it if you don't want to:
"You don't know me."
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Thank you [ Arigato Gozaimasu desu]
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The New Kid on the Block

It was a sunny afternoon and it was his First.First Day of his internship.
He looked forward with such ease and enthusiam.

However, with many days pass and weeks gone.
he recieved a shocking news.

The Boss was not pleased with his work ethnic and performance.
He was upset as he slugged so hard and yet criticism was his reward for his hard labour.

He called some of his friends and told them his grief.

To which a nearby young man in his middle thirties laughed. Feeling a little annoyed and curious,
Jimmy, our troubled hero asked him, " What is so funny about the world?"

" Even though at time we may be older, but sometimes we act like a new kid on the block.
Such of the mockery of young fine man and wise old fools. To put it in simple term, your boss
whom may saw himself in you , was annoyed or reminded of his unpleasant past.

Life is like travelling in a never-ending river,
all of us are just new kids on the block trying to balance our own surfboards or boats."
, the young man replied.
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Copyright by Liger 2009

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Good People

A Yiddish Folk Tale

An old man sat outside the walls of a great city. When travelers approached,
they would ask the old man, "What kind of people live in this city?"
The old man would answer, "What kind of people live in the place where you came from?"

If the travelers answered, "Only bad people live in the place where we came from,"
the old man would reply, "Continue on; you will find only bad people here."

But if the travelers answered,
"Good people live in the place where we came from,"
then the old man would say, "Enter, for here too, you will find only good people."

Obtained from : http://www.inspirationpeak.com/cgi-bin/stories.cgi?record=136
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ATTITUDE IS EVERYTHING

By Francie Baltazar-Schwartz

Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"

He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"

Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, 'Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.' I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."

"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.

"Yes, it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut way all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live life."

I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.

I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.

Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man.'

"I knew I needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breathe and yelled, 'Bullets!' Over their laughter, I told them. 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."

Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.

You have 2 choices now:

1. save or delete this mail from your mail box.
2. forward it to anyone you care about.

* Hope you will choose choice 2.

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Obtained from : http://www.spiritual-endeavors.org/stories/attitude.htm
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