People are gifts....

Good evening, everyone

People are gifts

People are gifts
Some are magnificently wrapped
They are very attractive from the very first contact.
Others are wrapped in very ordinary paper.
Others were roughed up by the postal service.
Sometimes there is a “special distribution,”
Some are gifts whose packaging leaves much to be desired,
others whose packaging is well done.

But the packaging is not the gift!
It’s so easy to make the mistake… and we laugh
when children mistake one for the other.
Sometimes, the gift is very easy to open,
Sometimes you need to ask for help.
Maybe because the others are afraid?
Maybe they have already been opened and rejected?

I am a person and therefore I am a gift!
A gift for myself, first.
Did I look inside the package?
Am I afraid to do it?
Perhaps I have never accepted the gift that I am…
Could it be that there is something inside?
different from what I imagine?
I may never have seen the wonderful gift that I am. Could my creation be anything but magnificent?

I like the gifts I receive from those who love me,
Why not the gift that I am?

I am a gift to others,
Do I accept being given to others?
Must the others be content with the packaging?
Can they appreciate the whole gift?

All meetings are exchanges of gifts
But a gift without someone to give it is not a gift;
It is a thing that has no ties to the one who gives.
or the one who receives.

Friendship is a relationship between people who see each other
as they really are…
Aren't we gifts to one another and to others?

Marylena

All rights reserved in all countries Copyright © les Passeurs

Hello Maryléna,

The most beautiful gift is being part of this humanity that allows us to discover so many wonderful things in terms of nature and diverse encounters.

Friendship
The magician.

Hello Marylena,
You say that people are gifts.
I am learning more and more that the encounters I have—especially in person—each carry their own significance. Indeed, it is said that “the other” is our mirror. Someone can teach me something about myself, but I suppose that I, too, reflect something in the other… as the encounter is… dual.
Yes, it’s just that certain people attract me at first sight.
On the other hand, I have the impression that I know some people… but only the part they are willing to show me, and I know nothing at all about the other side. Somewhere deep down, everyone is still a stranger…
Best regards
ClaudiaC

                   :D

What a lovely text, Marylena,
A lovely gift from you for us,
Please be thanked for the beautiful thoughts he expresses and his conclusion full of humanity.

With warm regards,
Mamouch

Once upon a time
A boy with a bad temper.

His father gave him a bag of nails and told him to
to plant one in the garden fence every time he lost his patience and got into a fight with someone.
On the first day, he planted 37 in the fence.
In the following weeks, he learned to control himself, and the number of nails driven into the fence decreased day by day.
He had discovered that it was easier to
to check that planting nails…
In the end, the day came when the boy did not drive a single nail into the fence.
So he went to see his father and told him that on that day, he had not hammered in a nail.
His father then told him to remove one nail from the fence for each day he did not lose his patience.
Days passed and finally, the boy was able to tell his father that he had removed all the nails from
the barrier.

The father led his son to the fence and said: "My son, you have behaved well, but look at all the holes in the fence. It will never be the same as before. When you argue with someone and say something hurtful, you leave a wound like that one. You can stab a man with a knife and
after, to remove it, but there will always be a wound…

No matter how many times you apologize, the wound
will remain.
A verbal wound hurts just as much as a physical one.
physics
Friends are rare gems; they make you smile and
encourage you. They are ready to listen to you when you need it, they support you, and they open their hearts to you. Show your friends how much you love them.
This tantra comes from northern India

irc