What a beautiful story

Pepe’s story
Pepe was the kind of person you wanted to be. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone asked him how he was doing, he replied: “Better, impossible”
He had changed jobs and several of his employees followed him through all his changes. The reason they followed him was his attitude: he was a natural motivator. If an employee had a bad day, Pepe was there to tell him how to see the positive side of the situation.
One day I went to look for Pepe and asked him:
“I don’t understand you… it’s not possible for a person to be positive all the time. How you do that?…”
Pepe replied: “Every morning, I wake up and say to myself, “Pepe, you have two options today: you can choose to be in a good mood or in a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood. Every time something bad happens, I can choose between being a victim or learning from it. And I choose learning from it”.
“Every time someone comes to me to complain, I can either accept their complaint or I can show them the positive side of life. I choose to show them the positive side of life.”
“OK, but it’s not that easy”, I protested.
“Yes, it is”, said Pepe. “Everything in life is made up of choices. When you throw away everything else, every situation is a choice. You choose how to react to each situation, you choose how people will affect your mood, you choose to be in a good mood or in a bad mood. In short: YOU CHOOSE HOW TO LIVE LIFE.”
I reflected on what Pepe told me…
For reasons of residence, we lost contact, but I often thought of Pepe when he had to make a choice in life, instead of reacting against it.
Several years later, I learned that Pepe had done something he should never have done in a business; he left the back door open and one morning was assaulted by three armed robbers.
As he tried to open the safe, his hand, shaking with nervousness, missed the combination. The robbers felt panic and fired. Pepe was quickly found and rushed to a clinic. After eight hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Pepe was discharged, but still with bullet fragments in his body…
I met Pepe six months after the accident and when I asked him how he was, he replied:
“Better, impossible”.
I asked what was on his mind at the time of the robbery. He answered:
“When I was lying on the floor, I remembered that I had two options: I could choose to live or I could choose to die.
“Didn’t you feel scared?” I asked.
Pepe continued: “The doctors were brilliant. They kept telling me that I would be fine. But when they took me to the operating room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, it really scared me. I could read in his eyes: “You are a dead man.” So I knew I had to make a decision.”
“What did you do?” – I asked.
Pepe said: “Well, one of the doctors asked me if I was allergic to anything and I, taking a deep breath, shouted: – “Yes, to bullets” – While they laughed, I told them: “I’m choosing to live, operate me as if I were alive, not dead”.
Pepe lived because of the doctors expertise, but above all, because of HIS SPECTACULAR ATTITUDE.
I learned that EACH DAY, WE HAVE THE CHOICE to live fully. ATTITUDE, finally, is everything.
In the end, the decision to
how are you,
how do you see yourself,
how do you feel,
how do you live,
Those who fail are the ones who stop seeing the positive part of their life and achievements…

Taken from the PowerPoint presentation you can find here: https://slideplayer.com.br/slide/1874088/

One of the best emails I’ve received so far… (Read even)

One day, when I was a freshman at school, I saw a kid in my class
walk home.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all his books.
I thought:
-“Why does he take all the books home on a Friday?
He must really be a tough guy.”
As I already had my weekend planned (parties and a game of with my friends on Saturday afternoon) I shrugged my shoulders and followed my way.
As I walked, I saw a group of kids running towards him.
They ran him over, taking all the books out of his arms and pushed him in such a way that he fell to the ground.
His glasses flew, and I saw them land on the grass a few meters of where he was. He looked up and I saw a terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I ran up to him while he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I could see tears in his eyes.
As I handed him the glasses, I said:
-‘Those guys are fools. They were supposed to get a life of their own ’.
He looked at me and said:
-“Hey, thanks!”
There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that really show gratitude. I helped him pick up the books, and I asked him where he lived.
By coincidence he lived near my house, so I asked how I’ve never seen him before. He replied that before he attended a private school.
We talked all the way home, and I carried the books for him.
He turned out to be a very cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends, and he said yes.
We were together all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, I liked him more. And my friends thought the same way.
Monday came, and there was Kyle with that amount of books again. I stopped him and said:
-‘Hell man, what are you going to do with the books again?”
He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were graduating we started thinking about college. Kyle decided to go to Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that distance would never be a problem. He would be a doctor, and I was going to try a scholarship on the team of football.
Kyle was the official speaker for our class. He had to prepare a graduation speech. I was super glad it wasn’t me going up to the podium and speak.
On graduation day I saw Kyle. He was fine. He was more full-bodied and really looked good, even wearing glasses.
He went out with more girls than me, and all the girls loved him!
Sometimes I was even jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see how nervous he was because of the speech. So I gave him a pat on the back and said:
-“Hey, boy, you’ll be fine!”
He looked at me with that look (that look of gratitude) and smiled.
-“Thanks”, he said.
When he went up to the oratory, he cleared his throat and began his speech:
-“Graduation is a time to thank those who helped during these tough years. To parents, teachers, brothers, maybe even a coach. But mainly to friends. Me, I’m here to tell you that being a friend to someone is the best you can give.
I’m going to tell you a story.”
I looked at my friend in disbelief while he told the story about the first day we met.
He had planned to commit suicide that weekend.
He told everyone how he had emptied his locker at school so that his mother didn’t had to do that after he died, and so he was taking all his things home. He looked directly at my eyes and gave me a small smile.
-“Fortunately I was saved. My friend saved me from doing something unnameable.”
I watched, with a lump in my throat, everyone in the audience, while that popular and handsome guy told everyone about that moment of his weakness. And I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling with that same gratitude.
Until that moment, I had never realized the depth of the smile he drove that day.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With a small gesture you can change a person’s life. For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each other’s lives so that we have an impact on each other in some way.
Look for the good in others.

(Author unknown)

3 things in life

In life, three things never go back: time, words and opportunities.

There are three things you should not miss: patience, hope and dignity.

Three things that are worth more than any other: love, principles and trust.

Three are the least reliable things in the world: power, luck and prosperity.

Three things define a person: honesty, work and results.

Three things destroy a person: remorse, pride and anger.

Three things are difficult to say: I love you, I forgive you and help me.

Three things give value to a person: sincerity, effort and consistency.

Life often offers us many opportunities … But we are always so busy that we don’t realize it. Life is precious. We have to remember to fully live all its tones.

Curious World

Curious World
More than half of the United States coasts are in Alaska.
The Amazon Forest supplies more than 20% oxygen to the Earth.
The Amazon River releases so much water into the Atlantic Ocean that, more than 160 km from its mouth, fresh water can be found.
The volume of water in the Amazon River is greater than that of the eight rivers that follow it in size together, and three times greater than that of all the rivers of the United States together.
Antarctica is the only part of our planet that does not belong to any country. 90% of the planet’s ice covers Antarctica. This ice also represents 60% of all fresh water in the World.
Although 99.6% of its surface is covered with ice, Antarctica is the driest place on the planet, with an absolute lower humidity than that of the Gobi Desert.
Brazil got its name from the nut that exists there, not the other way around.
Canada has more lakes than the rest of the world. Canada is an indigenous word that means “big town”.
After Warsaw, Chicago has the largest number of Polish in the world.
Woodward Avenue in Detroit, Michigan, was the world’s first paved road.
Damascus is the oldest city in the world and was already a thriving city two thousand years before the founding of Rome in 753 BC.
Istanbul is the only city in the world built on two continents.
The full name of Los Angeles is “El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de Los Ángeles de la Porciúncula” and is generally abbreviated to 3.63% of its size: “LA”.
The term “Big Apple” was used by musicians who played jazz in the 1930s. They used the word “Apple” to refer to any city or town in which they played.
There are no natural lakes in the State of Ohio, they are all man-made.
There are more Irish people in New York than in Dublin, more Italians than in Rome and more Jews than in Tel Aviv.
The smallest island that has the status of an independent country is Pitcairn, in Polynesia, with only 4.53 km2 of surface.
The first city to reach a population of one million was Rome, in 133 B.C. There is at least one city with the name of Rome on each continent.
Siberia contains more than 25% of the world’s forests.
The smallest sovereign entity in the world is the “Sovereign Military Hospitaller Order of Saint John of Jerusalem, of Rhodes and of Malta” (S.M.O.M), better known as The Order of Malta. It is located in the city of Rome, has a surface of two tennis courts and a population of 80 people.
In the Sahara desert there is a village called Tidikelt, in Algeria, which has not received a drop of rain in 10 years.
The name of Spain literally means “land of rabbits”.
Colombia has the highest coastal mountain in the world, at 5,770m above sea level. The Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta.
The probability of finding an unpaved road in the United States is 1%. In Canada it is 0.75%.
The biggest man-made hole is the “Kola Superdeep Borehole” in Russia. It has a depth of 12 km and was drilled for scientific investigations, in which an immense hydrogen deposit was discovered.
The interstate system “Eisenhower”, in the USA, requires that one in every five miles of road be straight. The purpose is that, in times of war and other emergencies, interstate highways can serve as airstrips.
The Salto do Anjo in Venezuela, is the highest waterfall in the world, having a height of 979 m, 15 times higher than that of Niagara.
“Å” means “river” in 3 Scandinavian languages. There are 7 villages in Norway and one in Sweden with this name.
Hulunbuir, with 263,935 km2, is the largest municipality in the world. It is a province in Inner Mongolia, China, ruled by a councilor.
San Marino, founded in the year 301, is the oldest constitutional republic in the world.
The end

This post was based on the PowerPoint “Mundo curioso” that you can find it here: https://fdocumentos.tips/document/mundo-curioso-5925ef3818ed0.html I do not know who was the author!

Linda e real …! A velhice

“Il y a cinq vieilles choses qui sont bonnes:
• Épouses âgées.
• De vieux amis à qui parler.
• Le vieux bois pour le chauffage.
• Vieux vins à boire.
• Vieux livres à lire.”

Émile A. Faguet

El secreto de una buena vejez no es más que un pacto honrado con la soledad.”

Gabriel Garcia Marques

“Att bli gammal är som att klättra på ett stort berg: när du klättrar minskar din styrka, men dina ögon är friare, din vision bredare och mer lugn.”

Ingmar Bergman

“Die ersten vierzig Lebensjahre geben uns den Text; die nächsten dreißig der Kommentar.”

Arthur Schopenhauer

“Old people suspect young people because they were young.”

William Shakespeare

“Cuando me dicen que soy demasiado viejo para hacer algo, trato de hacerlo más rápido.”

Pablo Picasso

“L’art du vieillissement est l’art de conserver un certain espoir.”

André Maurois

“La vieillesse est un tyran qui interdit, sous peine de mort, tous les plaisirs de la jeunesse.”

François de La Rochefoucauld

“Les rides de l’esprit nous rendent plus âgés que ceux du visage.”

Michel Eugene de le Montaigne

“Le vieillissement est toujours le seul moyen de vivre longtemps.”

Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve

“Nadie es tan viejo que no pueda vivir otro año, ni tan joven que no pueda morir hoy.”

Fernando de Rojas

“Todos queremos envejecer y todos negamos haber llegado.”

Francisco de Quevedo

“Εάν θέλετε να είστε παλιός για μεγάλο χρονικό διάστημα, γερνούν σύντομα.”


“Nothing gets as old as the death of those we know during childhood.”

Julien Green

“वृद्धावस्था तब शुरू होती है जब स्मृति आशा से अधिक मजबूत होती है।”

Provérbio Hindu

“In der Jugend lernen wir, im Alter verstehen wir.”

Marie von Ebner Eschenbach

“Die Reife des Menschen soll die Gelassenheit wiedergewonnen haben, mit der wir als Kinder gespielt haben.”

Frederich Nietzsche

“Το παλιό δεν μπορεί να κάνει αυτό που κάνει ο νεαρός άνδρας. αλλά το κάνει καλύτερα.”


“It takes two years to learn to speak and sixty to learn to shut up.”

Ernest Hemingway

“Die ältesten Bäume tragen die süßesten Früchte.”

Provérbio alemão

“Εκείνοι που αγαπούν πραγματικά τη ζωή είναι αυτοί που μεγαλώνουν.”


“Quando você está velho na carne, seja jovem na alma.”

Autor desconhecido

“Old age takes away what we inherit and gives us what we deserve.”

Gerald Brenan

“A man is not old until he starts complaining instead of dreaming.”

John Barrymore

“Um homem não envelhece quando sua pele enruga, mas quando seus sonhos e esperanças se encolhem.”

Grafite de Rua

“Velho é aquele que considera que sua tarefa está cumprida. Aquele que se levanta sem metas e se deita sem esperança.”

Autor desconhecido

Palavras doces e amargas! (escritas por uma professora)

PALAVRAS DOCES e AMARGAS da memória de uma professora , que nos idos anos 60 ,iniciou a sua carreira no norte de Portugal….

Do Mural de Lourdes dos Anjos:

Quando os meninos me pediam “papel macio pró cu e roupa boa prá gente

“Quando os meninos me pediam “papel macio pró cu e roupa boa prá gente”… Um dos textos que mais me custou a escrever e por isso tem mais lágrimas do que palavras.

Estávamos ainda no século XX, no longínquo ano de 1968, quando a vida me deu oportunidade de cumprir um dos meus sonhos: ser professora. Dei comigo numa escola masculina, ali muito pertinho do rio Douro, na primeira freguesia de Penafiel, no lugar de Rio Mau. Era tão longe, da minha rua do Bonfim, não podia vir para casa no final do dia, não tinha a minha gente, e eu era uma menina da cidade com algum mimo, muitas rosas na alma, e tinha apenas 18 anos. Nada me fazia pensar que tanta esperança e tanta alegria me trariam tanta vida e tantas lágrimas. Os meninos afinal eram homens com calos nas mãos, pés descalços e um pedaço de broa no bolso das calças remendadas.

As meninas eram mulheres de tranças feitas ao domingo de manhã antes da missa, de saias de cotim, braços cansados de dar colo aos irmãos mais novos, e de rodilha na cabeça para aguentar o peso dos alguidares de roupa para lavar no rio ou dos molhos de erva para alimentar o gado.

As mães eram mulheres sobretudo boas parideiras, gente que trabalhava de sol a sol e esperava a sorte de alguém levar uma das suas cachopas para a cidade, “servir” para casa de gente de posses. Seria menos uma malga de caldo para encher e uns tostões que chegavam pelo correio, no final de cada mês.

Os homens eram mineiros no Pejão, traziam horas de sono por cumprir, serviam-se da mulher pela madrugada, mesmo que fosse no aido das vacas enquanto os filhos dormiam (quatro em cada enxerga), cultivavam as leiras que tinham ao redor da casa, ou perto do rio e nos dias de invernia, entre um jogo de sueca e duas malgas de vinho que na venda fiavam até receberem a féria, conseguiam dar ao seu dia mais que as 24 horas que realmente ele tinha. Filhos, eram coisas de mães e quando corriam pró torto era o cinto das calças do pai que “inducava” … e a mãe também “provava da isca” para não dizer amém com eles…E os filhos faziam-se gente.

E era uma festa quando começavam a ler as letras gordas dum velho pedaço de jornal pendurado no prego da cagadeira da casa…o menino já lia.. ai que ele é tão fino… se Deus quiser, vai ser um homem e ter uma profissão!

Ai como a Escola e a professora eram coisas tão importantes!

A escola que ia até aos mais remotos lugares, ao encontro das crianças que afinal até nem tinham nascido crianças…eram apenas mais braços para trabalhar, mais futuro para os pais em fim de vida, mais gente para desbravar os socalcos do Douro, mais vozes para cantar em tempo de colheitas.

E os meninos ensinaram-me a ser gente, a lutar por eles, a amanhar a lampreia, a grelhar o sável nas pedras do rio aquecidas pelas brasas, a rir de pequenas coisas, a sonhar com um país diferente, a saber que ler e escrever e pensar não é coisa para ricos mas para todos, para todos.

E por lá vivi e cresci durante três anos e por lá fiz amigos e por lá semeei algumas flores que trazia na alma inquieta de jovem que julgava conseguir fazer um mundo menos desigual.

E foi o padre António Augusto Vasconcelos, de Rio Mau, Sebolido, Penafiel, que me foi casar ao mosteiro de Leça do Balio  e aí me entregou um envelope com mil oitocentos e três escudos (o meu ordenado mensal) como prenda de casamento conseguida entre todos os meus alunos mais as colegas da escola mais as senhoras da Casa do Outeiro. E foi na igreja de Sebolido que batizou o meu filho, no dia 1 de janeiro de 1973.

E é deste povo que tenho saudades. O povo que lutou sem armas, que voou sem asas, que escreveu páginas de Portugal sem saber as letras do seu próprio nome.

Hoje, o povo navega na internet, sabe a marca e os preços dos carros topo de gama, sabe os nomes de quem nos saqueia a vida e suga o sangue, mas é neles que vai votando enquanto continua à espera de um milagre de Fátima, duns trocos que os velhos guardaram, do dia das eleições para ir passear e comer fora, de saber se o jogador de futebol se zangou com a gaja que tinha comprado com os seus milhões, e é claro de ver um filmezito escaldante para aquecer a sua relação que estava há tempos no congelador.

As escolas fecharam-se, os professores foram quase todos trocados por gente que vende aulas aqui, ali e acolá, os papás são todos doutores da mula russa e sabem todas as técnicas de educação mas deseducam os seus génios, os pequenos /grandes ditadores que até são seus filhinhos e o país tornou-se um fabuloso manicómio onde os finórios são felizes e os burros comem palha e esperam pelo dia do abate.

Sabem que mais?!

Ainda vejo as letras enormes escritas no quadro preto da escola masculina, ao final da tarde de sábado, por moços de doze e treze anos com estes dois pedidos que me faziam: “Professora vá devagar que a
estrada é ruim, e não se esqueça de trazer na segunda-feira, papel macio pró cu e roupa boa dos seus sobrinhos prá gente”.

Esta gente foi a gente com quem me fiz gente.

Hoje, não há gente… é tudo transgénico .

O povo adormeceu à sombra do muro da eira que construiu mas os senhores do mundo, estão acordadinhos e atentos, escarrapachados nos seus solários “badalhocamente” ricos e extraordinariamente felizes porque inventaram máquinas e reinventaram novos escravos.

Dizem que já estamos no século XXI…”