tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890325043055760182024-03-13T05:49:18.197+01:00Qui feci - Finding inspirationQui feci - Find an inspiration - Discover yourselfMorthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-44747615063811873272011-02-10T22:24:00.001+01:002011-09-30T09:06:43.217+02:00Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheVhZGYynsxpAFDZPZZqwgpRwB_ObMOG3mXw-RHX-JXUet9xr6T8QRP-59mGH_Em05H4lldaCyWu6fuLIUJphKowHnoRzidwh1i4pjUL8pvtDoz7fTqFVrp5Hmvq4IN55V5fmz0ehLidRP/s200/Horsescd1l-095.jpg" width="200"></div><br>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect."</span></b><br>
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">- Margaret Mitchell</span></i><br>
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Once upon a time, there was a farmer who used an old mare to till his fields. One day, the mare escaped into the woods and the farmer’s neighbors get together and sympathized with the old man over his bad luck. The farmer replied, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A week later, the mare returned with a young stallion from the woods and this time the neighbors congratulated the farmer on his great and good luck. His reply <br>
</div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-luck-bad-luck-who-knows.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-52750052594014426092011-01-31T01:11:00.003+01:002016-07-04T20:01:06.715+02:00Anybody seen my baby - Inspirational song<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Well, it is Monday music moves me again. This song by Rolling Stones just hits me and I would like to share it with you.<br>
Oh yes, and the star in the video is Angelina Jolie, before she became famous!<br>
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You can find youtube video at the end of the post.<br>
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The lyrics:</div>
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She confessed her love to me<br>
Then she vanished on the breeze<br>
Trying to hold on to that was just impossible<br>
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She was more than beautiful<br>
Closer to etherial<br>
With a kind of down to earth flavor<br>
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Close my eyes<br>
It's three in the afternoon<br>
Then I realize<br>
That she's really gone for good<br>
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Anybody seen my baby<br>
Anybody seen her around<br>
Love has gone and made me blind<br>
I've looked but I just can't find<br>
She has gotten lost in the crowd<br>
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I was flippin' magazines<br>
In that place on Mercer Street<br>
When I thought I spotted her<br>
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Getting on a motor bike<br>
Looking rather lady like<br>
Didn't she just give me a wave?<br>
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Salty tears<br>
It's three in the afternoon<br>
Has she disappeared<br>
Is she really gone for good<br>
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</div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2011/01/anybody-seen-my-baby-inspirational-song.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-38574210364437563422011-01-29T23:21:00.000+01:002011-01-29T23:21:29.704+01:00Which lion wins?<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LfRKkkXN0R0WhkzAtJYHlM2WsHWTWnbKhzUGWZ9iSoW21iEp5Eg_6KMCFGtayZkVnk6k4nxDusYm6FywKJGemXt7yy_MWqOtATDUh2MCosl4AoDKOhpzm4HjEokKZmFJW9Orfqfjqo8M/s200/One_lion.jpg" width="161"></div><br>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>“You make the world a better place by making yourself a better person.”</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>- Scott Sorrell</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, grandfather sat his grandson on his lap and told him a story, a true tale of life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“There is a raging battle in the soul of every man. Not unlike the clash of two lions, this battle is fought in the soul of each and every one of us. One lion represents EVIL - rage, jealousy, envy, greed, arrogance, self-pity, sin, anger, inadequacy, deceit, false pride...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
The other lion represents GOOD. He represents true joy – peace, harmony, love, hope, enjoyment, optimism, friendliness, kindness, warmth, generosity, truth and compassion.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2010/12/which-lion-wins.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-8689832712837338562011-01-28T18:24:00.000+01:002011-01-28T18:24:01.633+01:00The obstacle in everyones path<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span id="goog_691736638"></span><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFYrKt_MgrB5sFStNwKMfSmVe8o2EVjISgZwP4iziHkEJ1WcuQXoKwfHlousz81ptgnNOGMtN_6KKqewFldeTshkIiVecBKxlV2Xpw3Ih-6mdWFbon7Dt1QPi22tY7kvO2vrQtBQzyeSC/s200/Boulder_Ded%252C_Minsk..JPG" width="150"><span id="goog_691736639"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>"Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action." </b></span><br>
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Once upon a time, a king had a boulder placed on a road. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge obstacle. Some of the king's richest merchants and administrators came by and simply walked around it.<br>
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Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then an elderly peasant came along carrying a load. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move<br>
</div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2010/12/obstacle-in-everyones-path.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-16416017298711660032011-01-26T11:56:00.000+01:002011-01-26T11:56:03.710+01:00A fair promise binds a fool<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYNa0aQemF0JGyrxJUj0y6X8wHEB5LR83SjAIxqFntGJL4eR3-JwemX-yYSMyP5YVPGG7_NXj99kwYhqrMasOdzX0rXrJEjvXQ7KJplGuZI-3eX7CXR62SELvELJI5VhmYujIz8vIHwEjl/s200/Three_Rams.jpg" width="200" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools."</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Martin Luther King</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, three young rams decided to band together and, thus being stronger, occupy nearby meadow where there was much rich grass and clean cold spring. Upon seeing the wealth of food in the meadow, they settled there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One day, a big bad wolf came and attacked them but they put their tails together and the wolf met only horns, however he tried to approach them. “As long as they hang together like this, I will be hungry” thought the wolf and came with an idea.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He crawled near the Billy and told him “Hey, why don’t you and Buck betray the Duke to me. You don’t defend him and I will eat him. That way, all this reach meadow will belong to only two of you!” Billy thought about this, talked to Buck and they decided to listen to the wolf’s advice and keep all the food and water for only two of them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not long after the wolf feasted on poor Duke, he again approached Billy. “Hey Billy, listen, why don’t you betray the Buck to me? It will leave you the king of this rich meadow and you will never again have to share anything!” Billy looked over the wealth of this meadow and thought how nice it would be to have it all for himself, so he agreed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After the wolf finished the lone Buck, he attacked Billy, now all alone. “Wait wolf, I have listened to all your advice. Are you going to break your promise now?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“A fair promise binds a fool” was the wolf’s answer as he struck.</div>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-10688829503253670082011-01-23T22:32:00.000+01:002011-01-23T22:32:46.290+01:00A drunkard’s remedy<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DDJhYeIzJYMrfDh1ym5pz_El15pGt9BgJeS2XswhdbsawTzBnLVcuXcO6UQ2dVANQMwLDfBUHpyxtTDQWVpDVAD0hyqsfOOSRctJp88Q32dgLxHon4wYN6uC5FUvgI04jG-ZnpsIAR6-/s200/Marubi_Beggar.jpg" width="178"></div><br>
<b>"Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour."</b><br>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>-William Shakespeare</i></span><br>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom there lived a man, a drunkard, who spent all his rich inheritance on alcohol, parties and in the end, found himself in poverty. Only thing left to him was an old blanket to cover and protect him from winter frost. One day, dead drunk, he stumbled in front of the king walking through the city. The king, seeing his sorry state started cussing him “Shame on you! Look what you look like!”<br>
“Why do you care?” answered the drunkard. “If I am drinking, I am buying with my own money! If you think that I am poor, tell me for how much are you going to sell me your kingdom?” <br>
The king hearing this thought that maybe somebody has set him up, somebody could send this drunkard to cheat him out of kingdom. “I can not sell you entire kingdom” he told him “but I will sell you one half for a ten wagons of gold!”<br>
“Good” responded the drunkard. “Early in the morning I will bring you the gold!”<br>
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Since he didn’t showed at the agreed time in the morning, the king send guards to bring him. Now sober, the drunkard admitted that he had no single coin, let alone ten wagons of gold. The king, enraged, ordered his execution for this offense. Seeing that the king is going to go through with this the drunkard asked for a favor. “Before you execute me, please do me one favor. Find three men in your kingdom, a beggar who has nothing, a blind man that cannot see and a cripple with no legs. Dine them and wine them, and two of us will watch what happens.” The king agreed to this and immediately ordered that such three men be found. He then placed them at the king’s table and best food and best wines were brought in front of them. <br>
</div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2011/01/drunkards-remedy.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-69636574457079084182011-01-20T15:16:00.002+01:002011-01-20T19:37:56.296+01:00A righteous verdict<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbo5oBFj1eUL-2CA6AG73TxlLc4vC6J79xwxzUr2pMwkDNJlYiGq2qI16O2UK2j2hNZv_DrZZfcNNetaePKcKhuAgw7Etam8y_o80akdoRlANMrp8ejeAxJRem4XIkInEHbVgPwsTdgG9/s200/gold_coins.jpg" width="200"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right."</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Isaac Asimov</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, a rich merchant lost a bag full of gold coins. Looking everywhere but not finding it, he finally hired a herald to walk around the city and tell everyone that he will reward the honest finder with 100 gold coins. Not long after the herald finished delivering the rich merchant’s message, a poor farmer showed up on a merchant’s doorstep.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Here merchant, I believe that this is your lost bag of coins” he told the rich man. Filled with delight, rich merchant grabbed the bag and immediately started counting the coins. After he counted it all, he suddenly saddened, since he remembered that he had to give 100 coins to the farmer as promised. After some thought, he had an idea how to keep the coins and swindle the honest finder.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I see that you have already taken your 100 coins my good man,” he told the farmer “There were 800 gold coins in this bag and now there are only 700. You have done well. Thank you!”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Poor farmer was very surprised to hear this, more hurt by the lie than not getting the promised reward. He started swearing that he never even opened the bag and that the brought it as he found it. Unfortunately, the rich merchant insisted that there were 800 coins in the bag and now only 700. Not being able to reach an agreement, they went to the city judge, each one hoping to receive favorable verdict.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2011/01/righteous-verdict.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-39908529628775970192011-01-17T14:21:00.000+01:002011-01-17T14:21:43.979+01:00Echo as life<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionpFJYRq4H91NcUhEtpd7VdiVvVKlKsV9hY227OqQf7gZ8-9aj3p7cGK4HF7LMP8YB0BT3RfptbaiKO_Kvt38nl-5T286Gf24qe69VPpvMwPa4kjvnlzUERsortNvlzFMsKRPgWhzaeMS/s200/Mountain.jpg" width="200"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>“Civility costs nothing and buys everything.”</b> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Lady Mary Wortley Montagu</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, a man and his son were walking in the forest. Suddenly the boy tripped and screamed, "Ahhhhh." Surprised, he heard a voice coming from the mountain, "Ahhhhh!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Filled with curiosity, he yelled "Who are you?", but the only answer he received was: "Who are you?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This made him rather angry, so he screamed "You are a coward!" and the voice answered: "You are a coward!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The boy looked at his father and asked, "Dad, what is going on?" "Son," the man replied, "pay attention!" </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then he yelled, "I admire you!" </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The voice answered: "I admire you!" </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The father shouted, "You are wonderful!", and the voice answered: "You are wonderful!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The boy stood surprised, still not understanding what is going on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2011/01/echo-as-life.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-67858184444013818812011-01-17T14:19:00.000+01:002011-01-17T14:19:13.820+01:00Echo - the myth<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAZj2JddWSC5J-1Tqca1hC535sqC8HVo73u3r25qHQg-93x7q-zqFYdlRMieba2c0F7vMNSPFeRlUA-xg575hV1IsBwqD6jGYC2hb1Ju05P3i0QWh_RxmxzPQWCp0WahSHDBk_9getcSJ/s200/Echo.jpg" width="139" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>“A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. “</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Oscar Wilde</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The story of the nymph Echo is an ancient one and it has its merits certainly.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Echo was a beautiful nymph, fond of the woods and hills, where she devoted herself to woodland sports. She was a favorite of Diana, and attended her in the chase. However, Echo had one failing; she was fond of talking, and whether in chat or argument, would have the last word. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One day, goddess Juno went seeking her husband, who, she feared, was amusing himself with the nymphs. Echo by her talk contrived to detain the goddess until the nymphs made their escape. When Juno discovered it, she passed sentence upon Echo in these words: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"You shall be deprived of the use of that tongue with which you have cheated me except for that one purpose you are so fond of - reply. You shall still have the last word, but no power to speak first."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-55984504079316550512011-01-16T15:27:00.006+01:002011-01-17T06:31:02.645+01:00Up where we belong...<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaIj8ElnE3GTXEhdh3C_p59fIJb6HgGPLIirvHUhlKpXC6FDYzpiuGtt17OTmIthUUUJvHYtWEutg_hN-ONjL0p62Yn1LDNe8Udiu7OnisTlLbKk8B3iR4FiS0tB8us8tqywa4xTHxN6Fp/s200/Upwherewebelongcover.jpg" width="200"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens." </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>- Jimi Hendrix</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"<b>Up Where We Belong</b>" is a quite an inspirational song from the 1982 film An Officer and a Gentleman performed by Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes. Although this was oldie in my youth, I loved this song in my high-school days. Do you remember the lyrics...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2011/01/up-where-we-belong.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-37726374480337818492011-01-15T17:24:00.002+01:002011-01-15T17:28:33.448+01:00True Friend and a Friend<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hwXHxAjjUrXgs_Icl2r90TiwociszSYdCFnlvnFP8PWHhkpz8MZH22BArp1q_obQH__CyKqWq_wNxw1imjvfjgyZMR33D8jR55xuiZ8d2FVPzSWqRT_rWNP8RaxNkuJzhIO8433NSWXQ/s200/Friendship.jpg" width="200" /></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>“What is a friend? A single soul in two bodies.”</b> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>- Aristotle</i></span><br />
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<b>A friend</b> will tell you what is new in their life.<br />
<b>True friend</b> will ask "What is happening in your life?"<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">-:-</div><b>A friend</b> thinks that your troubles are new.<br />
<b>True friend</b> says: "You have been grumbling about that for years. Make a move and do something about it!"<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">-:-</div><b>A friend</b> has never seen you cry.<br />
<b>True friend</b> has shoulders soggy from your tears.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">-:-</div><b>A friend</b> doesn't know your parents' first names.<br />
<b>True friend</b> has their phone numbers in his address book.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">-:-</div><b>A friend</b> brings a ready meal to your party.<br />
<b>True friend</b> comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">-:-</div><b>A friend</b> hates it when you call after they've gone to bed.<br />
<b>True friend</b> asks you "What prevented you from calling me earlier?"<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">-:-</div><b>A friend</b> will talk with you about your problems.<br />
<b>True friend</b> wishes to help you with your problems.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">-:-</div><b>A friend</b>, when visiting, acts like a guest.<br />
<b>True friend</b> opens your refrigerator and helps himself.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">-:-</div><b>A friend</b> thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.<br />
<b>True friend</b> knows that real friendship is just beginning after you've had a fight.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">-:-</div><b>A friend</b> expects you to always be there for them.<br />
<b>True friend</b> is always there for you.</div>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-5857277149832919042011-01-12T09:27:00.001+01:002011-01-12T09:28:39.530+01:00It’s now or never<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRg5Aw_sDwKazsRJa7hE4HssfNUKooYHgrNMZbQNbFKt3oFMbQ3SbDYImFvMcLVfo6x7qcWzUHHysUvRw-KPQ-J0Ckj0YQgvX_GdZjyjGV3rN9CKT0qDGS1PLnTNeeVNUJi0SaCj-iSfa/s200/RedRose.jpg" width="200"></div><b>"Avoiding the phrase “I don’t have time...”, will soon help you to realize that you do have the time needed for just about anything you choose to accomplish in life." </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Bo Bennett</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, a man stopped at a flower shop to order flowers to send to his mother who lived in a city two hundred miles away. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“What’s wrong?” he asked her and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother. But I only have seventy-five cents, and one red rose costs two dollars."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. We'll buy you a rose for your mother."</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He bought the little girl her rose and ordered flowers to be sent to his own mother. As they were leaving the flower shop, he offered little girl a ride home. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-now-or-never.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-57525541494345426652011-01-12T02:15:00.001+01:002011-01-17T12:03:06.219+01:00Inspirational song<div style="text-align: center;">Just had to post this. One of all time favorites!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ugxFcmZXDyc">Led zeppelin - Stairway to heaven</a></div>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-76696771520027418182011-01-11T10:06:00.000+01:002011-01-11T10:06:23.913+01:00The three sieves test<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK8sBeTyt2TGwldEwrW1hT6WzT946eT1PMXfnTVBpxh2NkPnw665XxSnEawKUsf-_0UrYEeMgZJXJMCtIgS-sJkr-yCIi4FPju4SjspKtapZB1BqVizcZ6VclP2rBFJ9sEH0SeO17ezIB5/s200/Sieves.jpg" width="200"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"Nothing astonishes men so much as common sense and plain dealing."</b> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Ralph Waldo Emerson</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time in ancient Greece, one of the acquaintances of the great Greek philosopher Socrates came running and said: “Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one of your students?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Wait a minute”, Socrates stopped him, “Before you tell me, I would like to conduct a simple test. It is called the three sieves test.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Three sieves test?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Yes. Before you tell me anything about my student, take a moment to consider carefully what you are going to say and pour your words through special sieves.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“The first one is <b>the sieve of truth</b>. Are you absolutely, without any doubt, sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Well... no. Actually I heard it recently and...”</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Alright”, interrupted Socrates, “So you don’t really know if it is true or not!”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2011/01/three-sieves-test.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-27884654872218283912011-01-09T17:15:00.002+01:002011-01-10T23:25:36.412+01:00This too shall pass<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAX9odoHZM9tHTui5Ele9IUrZg4wwwUZ4Y8bWHBgMoaR724GFUkiLmMHl8lWSn61JqAyXBD82sSMPXUbMlEq8ZQ3ePjnsKr7HYRAAOOyfOQVT85s2zNUkkjPjB_5lNA0Qc_6jkYxLeTxI/s1600/Box.jpg"></div><br>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn."</b><br>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>- Harriet Beecher Stowe</i></span><br>
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Once upon a time, in a faraway Chinese province, lived a poor scribe who lived with his only and very much loved son. He was so poor, that the only inheritance he could leave to his son was knowledge of calligraphy.<br>
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Then, one day, it came time for the poor scribe to depart this valley of tears. Before he passed away, he gave his son two small boxes, one white and one black. “Alas, I have nothing to leave to you except this. Please, my son, remember and keep them always with you. When one day, you are in terrible sorrow, and it seems that life is not worth living anymore, open the black box. White one you keep, and open it when you think that you are the luckiest man on earth.” Saying this, the old man died and the son was left weeping, holding one black and one white box.<br>
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As he was now alone, young man went from job to job, often forced to work hard and long, just for daily bread. He wandered from province to province, slept hungry in forests, without any opportunity to find his place under the sun. One morning, he woke up feeling pain from hard work in all his joints and started weeping. “This is the end; I can’t live like this anymore” he thought. Suddenly, as he remembered his fathers dying words, he reached in this bag and with his trembling hands, opened the black box. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-too-shall-pass.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-50328438514178965802011-01-05T15:02:00.002+01:002011-01-10T23:25:25.500+01:00Keeping love alive<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_4DtqP8t__4KbGO-z4Df10sx8HNpB7VHK3kJEaEseQCYsZDinymZi7jHtEt7Z3QduKLj21RJGGo7n83akUNDgwV1NKbaxY400ymowB-npHlWHeuukDL-CHKKnJL73vObLsDgJKVVj42Pl/s200/SandHeart.jpg" width="200"></div><br>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself!</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Jean Anouilh</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, a mother and her son were walking along the beach. Suddenly, the boy asked: "Mom, how do you keep love alive?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The mother looked at her son and replied, "Take some sand in your hand and squeeze it as hard as you can." The boy did as instructed, but the harder he squeezed the sand, the faster it escaped his hand, running through his fingers. "But like this the sands falls out." complained the boy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Yes," said the mother. "Now, open your hand wide." The boy opened his hand and the wind blew away all the remaining sand. "I can't keep it in my hand that way either!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2011/01/keeping-love-alive.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-10259064348537505532011-01-04T10:43:00.002+01:002011-01-10T23:25:13.187+01:00Black door of fear<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGb2QrOeAWOYxqOj5GrhftueoozwBr_9P0LJDGRPp3vdH3kYRJHhwZpnHDkVxjrvZxmAwjhdIdBV5xvE4udVs6maupnpyKe6E9oVTrdoEvTjNUOGhoS4PswZxY2n_TVbVOW4odQYtskPsL/s200/Frauenalb.jpg" width="154"></div><br>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"If you listen to your fears, you will die never knowing what a great person you might have been."</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Robert H. Schuller</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, a terrible and ruthless king waged war on neighboring kingdoms. During war, all captured spies were treated the same. Any captured spy was sentenced to death, but the king had fallen upon a strange custom. He permitted the condemned spy to make a choice. He could either face a firing squad or pass through the big black door covered in engravings of gruesome scenes of torture.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the moment of execution drew near, the king ordered the spy brought before him for a short, final interview, the primary purpose of which was to receive the answer to his query. "You can choose, either you will die by the arrows of the firing squad, or ... you can pass through those big black door and never have a chance to walk back. Which shall it be?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2011/01/black-door-of-fear.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-16012729196343942112011-01-01T17:00:00.002+01:002011-01-10T23:24:59.480+01:00Survival lesson<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcLSzb-szv9hVI5-DMRa9ySAjQwmiPZt-puUoc9zj62GGiZ2TrrOAko6DvJwkPyclBb7y6Kt__aok4VEV42Tcurq4LYIN8Ebjjmk8-EVU0zqfoK1u-icNN4Wd-1rQlQ1orXHgIQporaPM/s200/Donkey_1.jpg" width="200"></div><br>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all." </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>- Dale Carnegi</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, on a hot summer day a farmer’s donkey fell down a deep well. For hours on end, the poor animal cried out in distress as the farmer tried to imagine a way to get the donkey out. Finally he determined, since the poor donkey was really rather old and not worth saving, besides, he decided to use this accident to his advantage by covering over the well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thus, he invited all of his neighbors over to help him cover the well and put the old donkey out of its misery. Courteously, the other farmers dropped by, grabbed shovels and began to scoop dirt down into the well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The donkey realized what was happening and cried out wretchedly in despair. After some time, he quickly quieted down and, much to their amazement, looked up at them almost calculatingly. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well and was amazed at what he saw. With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something incredible. He would simply shake it off, and climbed on top of the falling dirt.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2011/01/survival-lesson.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-51752204422849506822010-12-30T12:36:00.003+01:002011-01-10T23:24:47.057+01:00Rock, Pebbles and Sand<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ZYAR3ONnJY3gVpJnvjnUwCQshIukZVBGo2xKivbaH6DHROgnVjpFZFD4h1O4B7oFSU1fR7FAYv5b_EYkO4qXNiv-Air0tfcufGm0ii8X-v10-KwjA8DENjIuE0lqMDzZbaSfwIgLuMKL/s200/stoneSand.jpg" width="193"></div><br>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges." </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Joseph F. Newton</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, a philosophy professor stood before his class placing down some items on the table in front of him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty glass jar and proceeded to fill it with large rocks. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They all agreed that it was, since no more space for rocks remained inside.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the glass jar. He shook the jar lightly and the pebbles rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He once again asked the students if the jar was full. Again, they all agreed it was.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lastly, the professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up every open area in the jar. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a thunderous "Yes."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Now," said the professor, "I want you to imagine that this glass jar represents your entire life. The rocks within are the most important things - your family, your partner, your children, your health - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2010/12/rock-pebbles-and-sand.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-28383467099890492882010-12-27T09:48:00.004+01:002011-01-10T23:24:35.056+01:00Neighbor’s dirty laundry<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsv7uimSixvJyHz18qNqW33obdpAPkKYN-2aWuagyhI5P3GE3TzEq4-NK1u1ghe7i0yLbQS-KzwGNTMdVy0MM6rF4Bzay-U-pimuN5hhrSpm7cJ9XjuxXbPN694a86RB2Yh6WzLxvnFkT/s200/Laundry.jpg" width="200"></div><br>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"One should look long and carefully at oneself before passing judgment on others." </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Moliere (Jean-Baptiste Poquelin)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br>
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A young couple moved in to their newly bought house. One morning, young wife looked out her window at her neighbor’s laundry hanging on the line and began making remarks about how dirty the laundry still was.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Days went by, and still the neighbor didn’t learn how to clean her dirty laundry properly. As time went by, every day when the neighbor hanged the laundry, young wife continued to complain: “Hadn’t she heard of bleach? Was she using cheapest detergent? Worse yet, wasn’t she aware of the fact that everyone would see the dingy towels hanging on the clothes line.” All this time, the husband was silent and it seemed that he was not interested in this issue.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2010/12/neighbors-dirty-laundry.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-59182520453004378552010-12-24T11:20:00.004+01:002011-01-10T23:23:59.272+01:00The highest price<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuI_hWnW7KaSGhytNP_pMefrRgGH-yl13jnKkWv7jjW5_tQuRdSA5uu6rl9IB1DwEa25dm5tpzliIwK2x_DZiV6HBBRDHd_xv3xvMVFGj8xEqqsShO4BpKiGqpXsOhMfo0rm_H7b9HcQyV/s200/Necklace.jpg" width="169"></div><br>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it." </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Henry David Thoreau</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, as the Christmas was nearing, old jeweler watched the people passing by his exclusive store. A petite girl came around the corner and pressed her nose against the window. Her sky blue eyes sparkled as she saw something exhibited at the store’s front and she ran in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She decisively pointed at the beautiful blue turquoise necklace. “I want this as a gift for my sister! Can you please wrap it up?” </div><div style="text-align: justify;">“How much money do you have?” asked the jeweler in astonishment.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The girl placed the battered old tin box on the counter and emptied it. Inside, there were several small bills, couple of coins, few seashells and small figurines. “Will this be enough?” she asked proudly. “I want to buy the Christmas present for my elder sister. Ever since we lost our mother, she takes care of both of us, and works all day long without any time for herself. I am sure that she will be overjoyed to have this gift. You see, her eyes are the same color as that jewel!”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2010/12/highest-price.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-85316920885574395022010-12-21T09:02:00.005+01:002011-01-10T23:23:31.441+01:00Who is that girl?<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="97" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1SW4z8O1Tpc5ruexCT-ED7yHWxNwhkWS5JFbA95csC00BCZn8lzQ_8MMnobeU7YwOdIFp3Nr2hzTXvQCj7uSfVRca9B456c7VM0E98UD04W6-fs3K-nvb-WabUP7JJuPUID7GtXd7lZO/s200/everyday_Life_in_Old_China.jpg" width="200"></div><br>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you’ll know exactly what to do."</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Michelle Ventor</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon the time, a thirteen-year-old son of a wealthy mandarin official had a dream in which he met the old Sage and learned that he was destined to wed the girl who worked in the fruit stand across the street. When he awoke, he was quite skeptical, but, curious as he was, he went out to have a look at the girl.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She was six years old, was completely filthy, and had a stream of snot running from her nose. He was horrified and furious! “I am never going to marry this horrible abomination!” In his anger, he threw a rock that hit her eyebrow and sent her crying into the house.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A decade passed, and son of the mandarin official, now 23, took the imperial exams and received his first government job. Since the rulers respected and honored his father, a marriage was arranged for him to the daughter of the Prime Minister.<br>
</div><a href="http://quifeci.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-is-that-girl.html#more">Read more »</a>Morthen C. Razyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582296476975236021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889032504305576018.post-24818322889750772542010-12-20T15:09:00.012+01:002011-01-10T23:23:15.663+01:00If I had known this...<div style="margin: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgej5HKRS4tDv2YaC8bJFUczpSD5avHyN66a6lyzblxrojG0iDOyTlETQlnnIkWt2-BTljLp8oihkGSrzT3iT2fmK5ikmVeVK22OBWutykddlXGiIsi7RgKRw3JpiOYWVhuzFIhbA4zKCCd/s200/flock-of-sheep-with-herdsmen.jpg" width="200"></div><b>O! What men dare do! What men may do! What men daily do, not knowing what they do!</b></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- William Shakespeare</span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, king with his large entourage went sailing across the sea. On the second night of a journey, a terrible storm struck and the ship sunk. Only the king, his queen and youngest daughter managed to wash ashore at some small village in a far away land.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In this land, nobody has ever heard about his kingdom and he had no money with which to support the family. They were even afraid to acknowledge that they were a royal family. Since they had to eat, the king went looking for work and, being the king, he did not have any usable skill. Only job he managed to get was a shepherd, taking care of the village’s sheep.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Several years passed and the prince of this country arrived in the village where they lived. He noticed the king’s daughter, which has grown into a very beautiful girl, and vowed that he will marry no other girl but the shepherd's daughter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">His father, the king, tried to dissuade him, but seeing that the prince was unwavering, he sent envoys to the shepherd, asking his daughter to marry a prince. The shepherd received the envoys, thanked them for this offer and asked what handcraft was the prince skilled in? The envoys were outraged. “What need does the prince and future king have for a craft? He has lands and servants!” <br>
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