Little Mozart from Korea

God has His own way to give the blessing to us. Some of us aren't believe that each of us have special talent which have gave to us since we birth, sometimes we feel we have nothing when we see other people which have special talent . I hope through below story we can praise the Lord that He created each of us as a Special Creature with Special Talent for each of us ....



SEOUL-Hundreds of spectators in tears when a little girl playing the piano. At that time her little fingers play Fur Elise, Beethoven's compositions. What makes the audience was moved not because of the lyrics, but because the appearance of the pianist, Yoo Ye-eun. Korean citizens who only five years old that was blind since birth. Yoo was a amazing child. In the age of a toddler she was shocking the music world. Yoo can play the major composers such as Mozart, Chopin, and Beethoven, plus the pop songs nowadays.
Even more amazing, Yoo did not have long studied classical songs that fairly difficult. Once heard, she could playing the song perfectly. "How can she do that?" asked a host of Star King, a popular talent contest show in Korea. "It's really amazing," he added. That television programs finally choose her as winners. The girl got the first prize of 1 million won (USD 9.1 billion). Since then she earned the nickname 'The five years old genius Mozart'. "She can play a song with the piano just by listening to it," said Park Jung Soon, her adoptive mother.

Park knew that his daughter's talent two years ago. When she sang a pop song, at that time Yoo Ye-eun is only three years old, accompanied her with a loan piano. "His tone was so perfect even though he had never studied piano, we never taught her," recalled Park. The miracle of the girl was unpublished for two years. However, the blind girl’s name was immediately soared, especially through the internet. Her piano show in Star King sent to Pandora TV, the internet site in Korea. Who saw it on the website YouTube reach 2 million people.
Since then, Yoo Ye-eun go around the world. She appeared in Los Angeles, September last year. The Show was part of the Korean Day festival. A TV Tokyo also has sent an invitation. The girl even had a special sponsor, a boss of a construction company in Dubai who saw her appearance through the Star King. Last week, Yoo played Chopin in the presence of Prime Minister of Singapore Lee Hsien Loong. On the same day, she accompanied the school choir, who brought the traditional songs of Singapore without hearing that song before.
Music seems to be a therapy to treat her past which full of tragedy. The girl left by her parents since birth. Yoo Ye-eun was adopted by Yoo Chang Yoo and his wife, Park Jung Soon. Adoptive father had to sit in a wheelchair due to an accident. "We never had trouble to raise her," said Yoo and Park couple told the magazine Woman Donga.
Park brought her daughter to Star King because he wanted Yoo Ye-eun could play for the people. However, he never imagined the extraordinary reaction of the audience for her daughter's show. When introduced on the stage, the audience could hear the girl asked, "Where is the piano." Stage lights and then showed a little girl looking for the piano. Once the song "You Were Born to Be Loved" playing, the audience immediately burst into tears. Moreover, they could see the tiny fingers Yoo Ye-eun fingered piano keys. News of that wonders continue to spread. Offer of financial assistance was flooded. Some doctors offer the surgery to restore her vision. However, they failed. Yoo Ye-eun remain blind.

Sources : Story from www.kompas.com
Photo from www.youtube.com

Daddy Favorite Car

Our favorite goods sometimes have got special treatment compared with our treatment to our children. Following this story reminds us that our children which we have grant from God should be more special than any of our favorite goods. Today let our children know that we love them more than anything ………

My father loves car. He assemble and polish it become so shiny, and he remember every sound, smell and distinguish from each of the car too. He was also very finicky about who can drive the car. He have a very good Red Chevy pick up, a big Suburban and a white Mustang V-8 plant. He was also short-tempered and less patient in the case of carelessness, especially if it is done by his children.
On that evening, he told me to go to town with the Red Chevy to buy the goods that he needed to work in the house. That happened not long after I get the Driving License so I still bumbling on the road.

I drive the pick up (truck) carefully to the city, trying to drive as careful as possible as usually told by my father. Think that my Dad’s car possible to crashed anytime make myself become the most carefully driver in the city.
I'm through the main cross road in the city when the lights turn green and when I’m right on middle of the main cross road, suddenly an old man who does not consider red light hit the front of my Chevy car. I immediately turn brake, swerve the wheel on the slippery roads, so that the car spin and finally roll on the side road.
At a moment I felt dizzy, and my face bloody exposed with the car smithereens glass. But luckily my seat belt wearing to protect me from a more severe injury. Not long after I heard the siren voice. I just started wondering how long I have already trapped in the car when the officer helped me out. Then I immediately sat down in the street, hold my hurts head, with the blood drip to my face and my clothes.
At the time I can clearly see my Dad’s Red Chevy. The car is full of scratches and have heavy damaged, so I surprised that I still survived. Since that time I began to regret and think if it does not happen, because soon I must face my Dad and tell him about the bad news of his favorite car.
We live in a small town. Some people who saw the accident surely recognize me. Surely someone has called my father because not long after I saved, my father run to find me. I close my eyes, do not dare to look his face.
"Dad ... I am sorry ..."
"Terry, you OK?"
My Dad’s voice does not sound at all like I imagined. When I turned, he kneel beside me in the street, with carefully his hand lift my face to check the injured.
"It is hurt?"
"I am OK. I truly regret over the Truck … "
"Forget about the Truck, Terry" "Truck are just a machine, Daddy is more worried about you, not the truck"
"You can stand? walk? Daddy will bring you to the hospital, or you may need an ambulance? "

I shake my head.
"I do not need an ambulance. I am all right "

Daddy carefully holding my hand and lift me. I look at his face with confusion and wonder when I see his face looked so anxious and compassionate.
"Can you walk?" he asked, his voice sounded full of worried.
"I am OK ,Dad. Seriously. Why do not we just go home immediately? I do not need go to the hospital"
Finally we agreed to go to our family doctor. Doctors then clean the wound, give bandage, and finally let me go home.
I do not remember anymore when the truck crane, what I do on that evening, or how long I lie down because of illness. What I know is for the first time in my life, I realized that my Dad loved me. I did not realize it. In fact my Dad love me more than his truck, and all of the car, more than I ever imagined.
Since then we have a lot of things, and sometimes I still disappointed him. Actually that's enough to make him angry, but one thing does not change. Formerly, my Dad loved me, and I believe he will always love me.

Sources: Stories for Dad's Heart
compiled by Alice Gray
story by T.J

A Broken Promise

Sometimes we never count the effect of our respon as a parent to our kids, but it can effect for life to our kids. Through this story pls think about it, can you fix the heart of a child who has been disappointed by his father which broken a promise? How can you restore trust when their belief has been destroyed? How you can restore the excitement eyes of the child?

A man aged 40 years coming consultation. He recounts the incident that makes him so disappointed, but already over 28 years. Which be very worried about, that experience still influence him until now!

"That time I was 12 years old. My scout groups plan to camp with the father. I'm very happy and want to notify the father. I wanted to show him my ability. I'm happy when the father welcomed the plan."

"Than come the waited day. I have been ready with all the equipment in the terrace, ready to put in a car when father went home after work. According to the plan we will gather in the school at 5 pm, and depart to the camp together. But until seven o'clock, my father has not returned."
"I'm so anxious. But when father returned, he said that there are office jobs that must be completed. He said to me not too worry because we can wake up early in the morning tomorrow and go to the camp. Moreover we have a map location. Of course I am disappointed, but I try to accept it with patience."
"The next day, I wake up early in the morning to put all the equipment in the car. My father said we would leave around seven o'clock. I have ready a half hour before that, but my father did not wake up until half to ten."
"When he see I was ready, my father even said that actually he got back pain so its hurt for him to sleep on ground. He hope I can understand and be mature. More disapointed, I have to dismantle all that has been prepared because my father have another appointment."
"With sad of heart I put outside the sleeping bag, stove, tents, food and all supplies that has been in a car. Then when my father thought I was going, I see him go to a garage, take the golf equipment, to enter the baggage, and go to meet appointment with others. At that time I realized that my father actually never wanted to go camping but do not dare to say to me "
The child has now become an old man who is in consultation with us. His father has died, but the memories are painful his childhood and continue to affect his life and his family for many years. imagine how great the impact!

A child can love, trust, serve, share, give and create. With the help of God, a father can dig up all the depth of the heart of a child.

Source : God's Vitamin "C" for the Spirit of Men Compiled by D.Larry Miller
Story by Gary Smalley and John Trent

Acceptance Without Terms

If you think that this story has touched your heart, continue this story to people nearest you. Here there are 'angels' who will accompany you, so at least people who read this story will be moved his heart to be able to do something (anything small) for each other ... who need your help ... !

I am a mother of three children and recently completed my course. The last class I need to take is Sociology. The Lecturers are very inspiring, with the quality that I expect every person in possession.

Last task given to the students were given the name of "Smiling" .All students are required to go outside and give their smile to the three strangers whom meet them and documented their reactions. After that each student is asked to present in front of the class. I was a jovial, friendly and always easy to smile at everyone. So, I think, this task is very easy.


After receiving the task page, I am rushing to meet my husband and my youngest child which waiting in the campus garden, than go to McDonald's restaurant which is located around the campus ... Morning air was very cold and dry ...! While my husband will go in the queue, I interrupt and ask him to accompany my youngest child, while the seat is empty.

When I'm in the queue, waiting to serve, suddenly everyone around us move away, and even the person who originally queued behind me took away out of the queue. A feeling of panic control myself, when I turn and see why they are all breaking in? When I turn down such a "body odor dirty" sting enough, and ... right behind me stood two men who are homeless ... dirty! I'm confused, and unable to move at all .....

When I resign, my eyes accidentally stare male shorter, standing closer to me, and he is "smiling" towards me .... This blue-eyed man, highlight the sharp eyes ... but also emit love ...! He stare towards me, as if he requested that I can receive their 'presence' there ... He greet "Good day ..!" while still smiling and while some of the coins are prepared to pay for the food to be ordered. Spontaneously I reply his smile, and immediately remind me by 'task' given by my lecturers. The second men are playing with the hand movements strange standing on the back of a friend. I soon realized that the second man was suffering mental deficiency, and the man with blue eyes is the "helper". I feel very concerned about them .. when I realize that now it was just left me and them in the queue ..., and we are already up before the counter.

When the young woman at the counter asks me what I want to order, I asked them to order first ... Blue-eyed man immediately ordering "just coffee, one cup ... lady!" Apparently collected from the coin that is only capable purchased by them (restaurant rules here, if you want to sit in the restaurant and warm yr body, then people have to buy something). And these two men seem to only want to warm the body.

Suddently a pity feeling attacked me ... I was starled some time, while my eyes followed the steps they are looking for a place to sit which far away from other guests, which is nearly all ... observed them. At the same time, I realized that at that time all eyes in the restaurant was looking at me, and surely also see all the my 'action' ...

I just realize it after officials at the counter greet me third time asking what I want to order. I smiled ... and have given two packages breakfast (outside of my order) in a separate tray. After paying all the orders, I requested help to other officers in the counter trays to deliver my order to a table of my husband and children. While I take another walk around tray corner towards to the both man table which has been selected
.. I place the tray containing the food on their table, and put my hand on the back cold hand of the blue men, while I say .. "I have ordered this food for both of you ...."

The blue eyes look at me deeply, now my eyes was glistened with tears ... and he was only able to say "Thank you very much, ma'am ...."
I'm trying to keep my self-control, while I light blow his shoulder ... "Surely, that is not only me who do this for you, God is also around here, and have whisper something to my ear to deliver this food to you ...."
When they heard that, the Blue Eyes can not stop to cry and hug the second man. At that time I wanted to hug both of them ....

I can not hold my cry when I walk away ... and join with my husband and my child, not far from where they sit. When I sat my husband tried to mollify my cry with a smile and said ... "Now I know why God send you as my wife ..., to provide 'shelter' for myself and my child ...!" We hold each other hands some time ...... and then we're grateful and realize, that is only because God whisper we have been able to take advantage of our 'chance' .. to be able to do something for other people who are very needy.
When we start to eat food, starting from the guests who will leave the restaurant and followed by several other guests ... come to our table, just want to 'shake hands' with us ... One of them, an old man, hold my hands, and say .. "This hand has provided a costly lesson for all of us here ... if I was given the opportunity, I will do as your example ... "I can only say" thanks "with a smile.

Before leaving the restaurant I go to see towards that two men, they immediately turned towards us with a smile, and wave their hands towards us ... On the way home I ponder again what I have to do both homeless people before, I never thought to do this "action"
I thought, and it is a bless for me ... and for those who have near me at that time. Experience that day showed me how the God's love is great and warm ...!

I went back to college, on the last day of lectures with a 'story'. I submit a 'paper' I have to my lecturers. And the next day, before I start the course lecturer called me to the front of the class, he saw to me and said, "Can I share your story to the other?" "Yes off course" I replied. With the way and style of the lecturers are present in the story ... students who attended the lecture hall feel as if they see how the incident was indeed in progress, so that the student who sat in the back row of them come near me and hug me to reveal her feelings.
The end of reading the paper, the teacher deliberately close to the story quoted one sentence that I write the end of my paper
.. ."Smile with 'heart', and you will know how 'terrible' effect caused ..."

Sources : Unknown Author

The Wise Old Man

Happiness is not depend on something around us, it depend on how we choose the colour of our heart, whether it will be red (happy) or blue (sad). The story about the wise old man below will make us realize that it's really depend on us ... and it can choose in advance ...

A man of 92 years, short, very well presented, who takes great care in his appearance, is moving into an old people's home today. His wife of 70 has recently died, and he is obliged to leave his home.
After waiting several hours in the retirement home lobby, he gently smiles as he is told that his room is ready. As he slowly walks to the elevator, using his cane, I describe his small room to him, including the sheet hung at the window which serves as a curtain.
"I like it very much", he says, with the enthusiasm of an 8 year old boy who has just given a new puppy. I said "M.Gagne, you haven't even seen the room yet, hang on a moment, we are almost there". "That has nothing to do with it", he replies. " Happiness is something I choose in advance. Whether or not I like the room does not depend on the furniture, or the decor - rather it depends on how I decide to see it".

"It is already decided in my mind that I like my room. It is a decision I take every morning when I wake up". " I can choose. I can spend my day in bed enumerating all the difficulties that I have with the parts of my body that no longer work very well, or I can get up and give thanks to heaven for those parts that are still in working order".
"Every day is a gift, and as long as I can open my eyes, I will focus on the new day, and all the happy memories that I have built up during my life". "Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw in later life what you have deposited along the way". So, my advise to you is to deposit all the happiness you can in your bank account of memories.

"Thanks you for your part in filling my account with happy memories, which I am still continuing to fill ..."

Remember these simple guidelines for happiness :
1. Free your heart from hate.
2. Free yr mind from worry.
3. Life simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.

If you would like, send this message on ...it is the way we touch each other with simple truths that spreads goodness in the world. Who knows, a miracle may happen as a result ...

Sources : Unknown Author