Story of Regret

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Story of Regret

There was this guy who believed very much in true love and decided to take his time to wait for hisright girl to appear. He believed that there would definitely be someone special out there for him, but

none came. Every year at Christmas, his ex-girlfriend would return from Vancouver to look him up. Hewas aware that she still held some hope of re-kindling the past romance with him. He did not wish tomislead her in any way. So he would always get one of his girl friends to pose as his steady whenevershe came back. That went on for several years and each year, the guy would get a different girl to poseas his romantic interest.

So whenever the ex-girlfriend came to visit him, she would be led into believing that it was all overbetween her and the guy. The girl took all those rather well, often trying to casually tease him about hisdifferent girlfriends, or so, as it seemed! In fact, the girl often wept in secret whenever she saw him withanother girl, but she was too proud to admit it. Still, every Christmas, she returned, hoping to re-kindlesome form of romance. But each time, she returned to Vancouver feeling disappointed.

Finally she decided that she could not play that game any longer. Therefore, she confronted him andprofessed that after all those years, he was still the only man that she had ever loved. Although the guy

knew of her feelings for him, he was still taken back and have never expected her to react that way. Healways thought that she would slowly forget about him over time and come to terms that it was all overbetween them. Although he was touched by her undying love for him and wanted so much to accept heragain, he remembered why he rejected her in the first place-she was not the one he wanted. So hehardened his heart and turned her down cruelly. Since then, three years have passed and the girl neverreturn anymore. They never even wrote to each other. The guy went on with his life… still searching for

the one but somehow deep inside him, he missed the girl.

On the Christmas of 1995, he went to his friend‟s party alone. “Hey, how come all alone this year?

Where are all your girlfriends? What happened to that Vancouver babe who joins you everyChristmas?”, asked one of his friend. He felt warm and comforted by his friend‟s queries about her, stillhe just surged on.

Then, he came upon one of his many girlfriends whom he once requested to pose as his steady. He

wanted so much to ignore her ….. not that he was impolite, but because at that moment, he just didn‟tfeel comfortable with those girlfriends anymore. It was almost like he was being judged by them. Thegirl saw him and shouted across the floor for him. Unable to avoid her, he went up to acknowledge her.

“Hi… how are you? Enjoying the party?” the girl asked.

“Sure… yeah!”, he replied.

She was slightly tipsy… must be from the whiskey on her hand. She continued, “Why…? Don‟t you

need someone to pose as your girlfriend this year?” Then he answered, “No, there is no need for that

anymore…”

Before he can continue, he was interrupted, “Oh yes! Must have found a girlfriend! You haven‟t been

searching for one for the past years, right?” The man looked up, as if he has struck gold, his face

beamed and looked directly at the drunken girl. He replied, “Yes… you are right! I haven‟t been

looking f or anyone for the past years.”

With that, the man darted across the floor and out the door, leaving the lady in much bewilderment. Hefinally realized that he has already found his dream girl, and she was… the Vancouver girl all along!

The drunken lady has said something that awoken him.

All along he has found his girl. That was why he did not bother to look further when he realized she wasnot coming back. It was not any specific girl he was seeking! It was perfection that he wanted, andyes… perfection! R elationship is something both parties should work on. Realizing that he had let awaysomeone so important in his life, he decided to call her immediately. His whole mind was flooded withfear. He was afraid that she might have found someone new or no longer had the same feelingsanymore… For once, he felt the fear of losing someone.

As it was Christmas eve, the line was quite hard to get through, especially an overseas call. He tried

again and again, never giving up. Finally, he got through…. precisely at 1200 midnight. He confessed



his love for her and the girl was moved to tears. It seemed that she never got over him! Even after solong, she was still waiting for him, never giving up.

He was so excited to meet her and to begin his new chapter of their lives. He decided to fly toVancouver to join her. It was the happiest time of their lives! But their happy time was short-lived. Twodays before he was supposed to fly to Vancouver, he received a call from her father. She had a head-oncar collision with a drunken driver. She passed away after 6 hours in a coma.

The guy was devastated, as it was a complete loss. Why did fate played such cruel games with him? Hecursed the heaven for taking her away from him, denying even one last look at her! How cruel hecursed! How he damned the Gods…!! How he hated himself… for taking so long to realize his

mistake!! That was in 1996.

Moral: Treasure what you have… Time is too slow for those who wait, Too swift for those who

fear, Too long for those who grief, Too short for those who rejoice, But for those who love…

Time is Eternity. For all you out there with someone special in your heart, cherish that person,cherish every moment that you spend together that special someone, for in life, anything canhappen anytime. You may painfully regret, only to realize that it is too late.

Goes Around, Comes Around

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, hecould see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was stillsputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so.

Was he going to hurt her? He didn‟t look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she wasfrightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear canput in you.

He said, “I‟m here to help you, ma‟am. Why don‟t you wait in the car where it‟s warm? By the way, my

name is Bryan Anderson.”

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the carlooking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change thetire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled downthe window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn‟t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would

have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had henot stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helpingsomeone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had livedhis whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help,she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt goodas he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chilloff before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were twoold gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a cleantowel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole daycouldn‟t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight mont hs pregnant, but she never let the



strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be sogiving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to getchange for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by thetime the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticedsomething written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don‟t owe me anything. I have

been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I‟m helping you. If you really want to pay me

back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made itthrough another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinkingabout the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and herhusband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and

whispered soft and low, “Everything‟s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”

Information Please

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I rememberwell the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.

I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk toit. Then discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person – her namewas “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know.

“Information Please” could supply any body‟s number and the correct time.

My first personal experience with this genie_in_the_bottle came one day while my mother was visitinga neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer.The pain was terrible, but there didn‟t seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home

to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at thestairway.

The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the foot stool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up,I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information Please,” I said into themouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

“Information”

“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

“Isn‟t your mother home?” came the question.

“No body‟s home but me,” I blubbered.

“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.

“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”

“Can you open your icebox?” she asked. I said I could.

“Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.

After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she

told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I hadcaught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.



Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called “Information Please” and told her the sad

story. She listened, then said the usual things grown ups say to soothe a child. But I was un-consoled. Iasked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautiful and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a

heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Paul, always remember that there are

other worlds to sing in.”

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone. “Information Please.”

“Information,” said the now familiar voice.

“How do you spell fix?” I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we movedacross the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. “Information Please” belonged in that old

wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on thetable in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never reallyleft me. Often, In moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I hadthen. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a littleboy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle I had about half_an_hour orso between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then,without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information, please.”

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

“Information.”

I hadn‟t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by

now.”

I laughed, “So it‟s really still you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much yo u meant to meduring that time.”

“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I

used to look forward to your calls.”

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I cameback to visit my sister.

“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, “Information.”

I asked for Sally. “Are you a friend?” she said.

“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.

“I‟m sorry to have to tell you this,” she said. “Sally had been working part time the last few years

because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.” Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute. Did

you say your name was Paul?”

“Yes.”

“Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you. Thenote said, “Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He‟ll know what I mean.” I thanked her

and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Paguneman 2:



RÉK DIAJAR INTERNÉT

Agus : Gin, tos bérés pr BASA Sunda ngadamel kliping téh?

Gigin : Acan. Hésé milarina, Gus. Mangkaning anu dikliping-

keun téh saur Pa Anda kedah berita anu eusina informasi

wisata di Bogor. Ari Agus kumaha, atos?Agus : Tos bérés Agus mah tikamari gé.Gigin : Ti mana Agus kénging koranna?

Agus : Seueur atuh koran mah, Gin. Tiasa milari ka réréncangan

anu langganan koran atawa ngiring moto kopi ka perpus-

takaan.

Gigin : Éh, enya nya.

Agus : Tapi teu gampil milari dina koran ogé. Kan saur Pa An-

da kedah berita tentang tempat wisata, barang karajinan,

kasenian, atawa kadaharan has Bogor. Tah, dina koran

téh sesah milarianana sakapeung mah. Tapi aya anu

gampil, Gin?

Gigin : Dina naon?

Agus : Dina internét! Yu geura, ayeuna Gigin diajak ka warnétku Agus, urang diajar online dina internét.Gigin : Ah, ah teu tiasa Gigin mah muka internétna ogé. Jaba

kedah mayar meureunan.

Agus : Enya, ku Agus disarengan, ngarah Gigin tiasa. Engké di-

papatahan, kedah kumaha, kedah mencét naon. Mayarna

mah da mirah, mung Rp 3.000,- per jam.

Gigin : Cenah urang kedah gaduh heula alamat e-mail pami ba-dé muka internét téh. Enya kitu, Gus?

Agus : Teu kedah, ari urangna moal ngintun berita atawa surat

ka batur mah.

Gigin : Oh, kitu nya. Ari éta informasi wisata Bogor tos aya

dina internét kitu?

Agus : Aya nanaon ogé! Togé Gebro ogé tos lebet kanainternét.Gigin : Carana kumaha pami urang hoyong milari informasi

wisata Bogor kitu téh?

Agus : Nya engké di warnét diwartosan. Urang engké lebet

heula ka website Yahoo ata MSN. Upami tos muka,

dina kolom search urang kantun ngetik „alamat‟ anu

dipilari, upamina: http://www.bogor.indo.netid atawa

http://members.tripod.com/bogor_lama/istana/htm.

tiasa ogé milarina dina Google.

Gigin : Hayu atuh. Gigin teu sabar yeuh, hoyong geura tiasamuka internét! Engké bari rék diajar chating téa nya,

Gus? Assiiiik….!

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