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Got killed by savage cuts, desperate tame elephants need more lands of love

Happy Elephant - Land of LoveI really love to watch Dumbo back days when I was only a little child. It was amazing to see how an elephant fly by his big ears. Since those days, I believe that everyone who has seen this movie would probably have the feelings like me. That is love and friendliness for this elephantkind of animal. In fact, elephant, after dogs and pets, are one of the closest animals to human. In spite of their huge bodies, they are extremely approachable and funny.

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In countries, tame elephants became friends for serving the tourists to go through the jungles. They are tame to be nice, obeyed and friendly with people. But recently I have read about the deaths of two tame elephants in VietNam and to me, this is very shocking news.

I don’t know what your feelings will be after seeing those pictures below…

This is Pak Cu, a tame elephants in Dak Lak, Vietnam. In October 2010, Pak Cu has been attacked by a group of people. At this time, Pak Cu has been tightened by a chain that usually he couldn’t escape from. But Pak Cu tried to run and luckily survived with 217 cuts in his hind legs and tail. Unfortunately, after 2 months, Pak Cu died exhaustedly…

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Beckham with deep cuts in his legs

And this is Beckham, another tame elephants in Dalat, Vietnam. He died in April 2011 because people wanted to cut his legs and tail. The cut is so deep that his bone could be even seen outside. He couldn’t runaway but those people also couldn’t get any from him…

Both Pak Cu and Beckham are tame elephants for serving the tourist and under the control of local management. They lived in the jungle but now …

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Beckham with deep cuts in his legs

While some of us have always been approving Earth Day, Green Peace and World Wide Protection, there are still others trying to destroy for money. To them, elephant’s tusks, tail and legs are valuable for trading. That is why wild animals, in general, and elephants, particularly, are now threatened to disappearance.

I don’t know what your feelings will be after seeing those pictures…

But if you believe that Earth is a land of love, please raise your voice up, share your feelings with me and send this to others.

Thank you so much! XVAZK2PS8MYU

The Gentlest Need


At least once a day our old black cat comes to one of us in a way that we’ve all come to see as a special request. It does not mean he wants to be fed, or to be let out. His need is for something very different.
If you have a lap handy, he’ll jump into it. Once in it, he begins to vibrate almost before you stroke his back, scratch his chin, and tell him over and over what a good kitty he is.
Our daughter puts it simply: “Blackie needs to be purred.”
Blackie isn’t the only one who has that need: I share it, and so does my wife. Still, I associate it especially with youngsters, with their quick, impulsive need for a hug, a warm lap, and a hand held out – such gestures requiring only a little time.
If I could do just one thing, it would be this: To guarantee every child, everywhere, one good purring every day. Kids, like cats, need time to purr

– Fred T. Wilhelms

Give what you have to someone. It may be better than you dare to think.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

An Act of Kindness

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President Abraham Lincoln often visited hospitals to talk with wounded soldiers during the Civil War. Once, doctors pointed out a young soldier who was near death and Lincoln went over to his bedside.

“Is there anything I can do for you now?” asked the president.

The soldier obviously didn’t recognize Lincoln, and with some effort he was able to whisper, “Would you please write a letter to my mother?”
A pen and paper were provided and the president carefully began to write down what the young man was able to say:
“My dearest mother, I was badly hurt while doing my duty. I’m afraid I’m not going to recover. Don’t grieve too much for me, please. Kiss Mary and John for me. May God bless you and father.”
The soldier was too weak to continue, so Lincoln signed the letter for him and added, “Written for your son by Abraham Lincoln.”
The young man asked to see the note and was astonished when he discovered who had written it.
“Are you really the president?” he asked.
“Yes, I am,” Lincoln replied quietly. Then he asked if there was anything else he could do.
“Would you please hold my hand?” the soldier asked. “It will help to see me through to the end.”
In the hushed room, the tall gaunt president took the soldier’s hand in his and spoke warm words of encouragement until death came.
– The Best of Bits & Pieces.

Posted by on April 8, 2011 in Humanity, Kindness, Short Stories


Compassion is in the Eyes

Compassion is in the Eyes
It was a bitter, cold evening in northern Virginia many years ago.
The old man's beard was glazed by winter's frost while he waited
for a ride across the river. The wait seemed endless. His body
became numb and stiff from the frigid north wind. He heard the
faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves galloping along the
frozen path.

Anxiously, he watched as several horsemen rounded the bend. He let
the first one pass by without an effort to get his attention. Then
another passed by , and another. Finally, the last rider neared the
spot where the old man sat like a snow statue.

As this one drew near, the old man caught the rider's eye and said,
"Sir, would you mind giving an old man a ride to the other side?
There doesn't appear to be a passageway by foot."

Reining his horse, the rider replied, "Sure thing. Hop aboard."
Seeing the old man was unable to lift his half-frozen body from the
ground, the horseman dismounted and helped the old man onto the
horse. The horseman took the old man not just across the river, but
to his destination, which was just a few miles away.

As they neared the tiny but cozy cottage, the horseman's curiosity
caused him to inquire, "Sir, I notice that you let several other
riders pass by without making an effort to secure a ride. Then I
came up and you immediately asked me for a ride. I'm curious why,
on such a bitter winter night, you would wait and ask the last
rider. What if I had refused and left you there?"

The old man lowered himself slowly down from the horse, looked the
rider straight in the eyes, and replied, "I've been around these
here parts for some time. I reckon I know people pretty good." The
old-timer continued, "I looked into the eyes of the other riders
and immediately saw there was no concern for my situation. It would
have been useless even to ask them for a ride.

But when I looked into your eyes, kindness and compassion were
evident. I knew, then and there, that your gentle spirit would
welcome the opportunity to give me assistance in my time of need."

Those heartwarming comments touched the horseman deeply. "I'm most
grateful for what you have said," he told the old man. "May I never
get too busy in my own affairs that I fail to respond to the needs
of others with kindness and compassion." With that, Thomas
Jefferson turned his horse around and made his way back to the
White House.
--Author Unknown
Dignity and humility are the cornerstones of compassion.
- Theodore Isaac Rubin

Puppies for Sale

Puppies for Sale

A little boy appeared under the store owner’s sign.

“Puppies for Sale”. “How much are you going to sell the puppies for?” he asked.

The store owner replied, “Anywhere from $30 to $50.”

“Can I please look at them?,” the little boy said hesitantly.

The store owner smiled and whistled, and out of the kennel came five teeny, tiny balls of fur. One puppy was lagging consederably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said:

“What’s wrong with that little dog?”

The owner explained that it had no hip socket; it would always be lame. The little boy became excited.

“That is the little puppy that I want to buy.”

The store owner said, “If you really want him, I’ll just give him to you. But I know you don’t want to buy that little dog.”

The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner’s eyes, and said:

“I don’t want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I’ll pay full price. In fact, I’ll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for.”

The store owner advised:

“You shouldn’t buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies.”

To this, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied:

“Well, I don’t run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!”

– Dan Clark

LOVE: The One Creative Force

LOVE The One Creative Force

A college professor had his sociology class go into the Baltimore slums to get case histories of 200 young boys. They were asked to write an evaluation of each boy’s future. In every case the students wrote, “He hasn’t got a chance.”
Twenty-five years later, another sociology professor came across the earlier study. He had his students follow up on the project to see what had happened to these boys. With the exception of 20 boys who had moved away or not contacted, the students learned that 176 of the remaining 180 had achieved more than ordinary success as lawyers, doctors and businessmen.
The professor was astounded so he decided to pursue the matter further. Fortunately, all the men were in the area, and he was able to speak to each one. “How do you account for your success?” In each case the reply came with feeling: “There was a teacher.”
The teacher was still alive, so he sought her out and asked the old but still alert lady what magic formula she had used to pull these boys out of the slums and into successful achievement.
The teacher’s eyes sparkled and her lips broke into a gentle smile. “It’s really very simple,” she said. “I believed those boys.”

– Eric Butterworth
This is where you will win the battle in the playhouse of your mind.
– Maxwell Maltz
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Posted by on March 10, 2011 in Kindness, Short Stories