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Du bist wertvoll! - eine kluge Geschichte
12.07.2019

Koala w

Ein wohlbekannter Sprecher startete sein Seminar, indem er einen Scheck von 40 EURO hoch hielt. In dem Raum saßen insgesamt 200 Leute.

Er fragte: “Wer möchte diesen Scheck haben?”

Alle Hände gingen hoch.

Er sagte: “Ich werde diesen 40 EURO Scheck einem von Euch geben, aber zuerst lasst mich eins tun.”

Er zerknitterte den Scheck.
Dann fragte er: “Möchte ihn immer noch einer haben?”

Die Hände waren immer noch alle oben.

Also erwiderte er: “Was ist, wenn ich das tue?”
Er warf ihn auf den Boden und rieb den Scheck mit seinen Schuhen am dreckigen Untergrund.
Er hob ihn auf, den Scheck; er war zerknittert und völlig dreckig.
“Nun, wer möchte ihn jetzt noch haben?”

Es waren immer noch alle Arme in der Luft.

Dann sagte er:
“Liebe Freunde, wir haben soeben eine sehr wertvolle Lektion gelernt. Was auch immer mit dem Geld geschah: Ihr wolltet es haben, weil es nie an seinem Wert verloren hat. Es war immer noch und stets 40 EURO wert.

Es passiert oft in unserem Leben, dass wir abgestoßen, zu Boden geworfen, zerknittert, und in den Dreck geschmissen werden. Das sind Tatsachen aus dem alltäglichen Leben.

Dann fühlen wir uns, als ob wir wertlos wären. Aber egal was passiert ist oder was passieren wird, DU wirst niemals an Wert verlieren. Schmutzig oder sauber, zerknittert oder fein gebügelt, DU bist immer noch unbezahlbar für all jene, die dich über alles lieben.

Der Wert unseres Lebens wird nicht durch das bewertet, was wir tun oder wen wir kennen, oder wie wir aussehen … sondern dadurch wer Du bist. Du bist was besonderes und wertvoll – Vergiss das NIEMALS! Und denk daran: Einfache Leute haben die Arche gebaut – Fachmänner die Titanic.”

Verfasser unbekannt
Lichtkreis.at ♥
*SUCHE DRINGEND NEUE KLAMOTTEN! WER KANN MIR HELFEN ???*
08.07.2019

Koala w

*SUCHE DRINGEND NEUE KLAMOTTEN! WER KANN MIR HELFEN ???*
Also, ich brauche unbedingt ein neues *NERVENKOSTÜM*, passend für ca. 175 cm, wenn möglich fröhlich bunt. Mein altes hat leider schon ne Menge Löcher und ist schon leicht grau geworden.
Es sollte weite *ÄRMEL* haben, aus denen ich mir immer bei Bedarf was raus schütteln kann. Genügend große *TASCHEN*, in denen man eine Faust machen kann.
Dann brauche ich dringend neue *SAMTHANDSCHUHE*, weil meine schon völlig zerschlissen sind und nicht mehr so gut funktionieren. Bitte keine weißen, die sind immer so schnell schmutzig.
Ich hätte auch gerne mal ein Paar *SCHUHE* die mir richtig passen, da ich mir ja immer gleich jeden Schuh anziehen muss ... und das ist schmerzhaft auf Dauer.
Vielleicht noch einen schönen *HUT*, an den ich mir ein paar Dinge stecken kann.
Wenn noch jemand eine *ROSA BRILLE* zu Hause hat, die hätte ich auch gerne. Meine alte passt anscheinend nicht mehr richtig.
Ganz toll wäre es auch, wenn noch jemand ein *DICKES FELL* übrig hätte, meins ist schon ziemlich abgenutzt, besonders das Rückenteil ist vom vielen runter rutschen lassen ganz verschlissen.
Zum Schluss bitte ich noch um einen *GÜRTEL*, den ich nach Bedarf enger schnallen kann. Ach und bevor ich es vergesse... hat jemand noch *GEDULDSFÄDEN* rum liegen? Meine sind alle gerissen!

-unbekannt-

Nachdenkliches

25.06.2019

Koala w

Die innere Stimme

Hörst du, was sie zu dir sagt?
Hörst du, wenn sie dich was fragt?
Nimm sie ernst, denn sie ist wichtig,
was sie sagt ist meistens richtig.
Sie macht immer einen Sinn
und ist ganz tief in dir drin.
Du solltest besser auf sie hören,
lass dich ruhig mal von ihr stören.
Glaub ihr, denn sie kennt dich gut,
hör‘ in dich rein, sei auf der Hut.
Sie wird dich auch vor Fehlern schützen,
kann dir viel im Leben nützen.
Such‘ sie in dir, glaub daran,
Kummer sie vermeiden kann.
Hab Geduld, sie ist nicht weit,
manchmal braucht sie etwas Zeit.
Nimm sie an und achte sie,
wann sie schweigt, das weiß man nie.
Befolgst du das, dann sagst du nie:
„Hätt‘ ich nur gehört auf sie!“
Vertraue ihr und höre zu.

Denn:

Die innere Stimme – das bist DU!

Autor: Claudia Henkel

Die Toten Hosen Alles passiert
24.06.2019

picdame

Ein letztes Lied, ein letzter Tanz
Ein Augenblick ganz ohne Glanz
Das Feuerwerk am Horizont
Malt uns're Schatten auf Beton
Kein Happyend, kein Hollywood
Alles passiert, wie es passieren muss

Der letzte Sand fällt durch die Uhr
Wir finden beide keine neue Spur
Und zwischen uns ein breiter Fluss
Alles passiert, wie es passieren muss

Die Leichtigkeit so lange her
Die Vergangenheit bedeutet heut' nichts mehr
Nichts wichtiges was übrig bleibt
Und jetzt trägst du dieses schwarze Kleid

Ein Moment, der bitter schmeckt
Der keine neuen guten Geister weckt
Blick nicht zurück, steig in den Bus
Alles passiert, wie es passieren muss

Wir gehen von der Bühne
Es gibt keinen Applaus
Und die Liebe dreht sich weg
Sie schmeißt uns einfach raus
Nur in guter Freundschaft halten wir's nicht aus

Die Musik hört auf, es bleibt nichts mehr
Die Straßen werden neu geteert
Das Feuerwerk nur Schall und Rauch
Der Kopf im Boden, wie Vogelstrauß

Ich wach' nachts auf und denk an dich
Und weiß genau, du denkst auch an mich
Kein Happyend, kein Hollywood
Alles passiert, wie es passieren muss
Kein Happyend, nur ein letzter Kuss
Alles passiert, wie es passieren muss
We'll be together
27.05.2019

Hector_

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0VnHqO-WUI
Kontakte gesucht:
19.04.2019

Roy Stephan

Guten Morgen...

Ich würde mich sehr freuen, wenn mir hier einen Mitspieler vielleicht mit ein wenig Info weiterhelfen könnte. Vieles hier verstehe ich im Moment noch nicht und mein Englisch ist leider auch nicht gerade besonder gut. Dennoch wüsste ich z.B. gerne, wie man hier den Chat benutzen kann, oder wie man sich für ein Turnier anmeldet...
❤❦❤ Our sweet flame ❤❦❤
14.04.2019

Hector_

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8xRmJUf9q4
Hopefully you like it...
03.04.2019

Hector_

Our LovelikeashiningStar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1SuIGW1Mcs
wer bin ich
31.12.2018

nobiwan

Man nehme 3l ......DURCHGEKNALLT
3 Esslöffel ...........BEKLOPPT
5 -6 Tropfen .......SCHWACHSINN
1/2 Liter ............unbehandeltes SPONTAN
2-3 Tropfen ........SARKASMUS
3/4 Kg ..................HUMOR
300gr .....................FRECH
2KG .....................SONNENSCHEIN
1500gr ..................LIEBE

Schmecke das Ganze mit CHARME ab
...fertig bin ich
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15.06.2018

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Was es ist....
21.02.2018

picdame

Es ist Unsinn
sagt die Vernunft
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe

Es is Unglück
sagt die Berechnung
Es ist nichts als Schmerz
sagt die Angst
Es ist aussichtslos
sagt die Einsicht
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe

Es ist lächerlich
sagt der Stolz
Es ist leichtsinnig
sagt die Vorsicht
Es ist unmöglich
sagt die Erfahrung
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe

What it is

It is nonsense
says reason
It is what it is
says love

It is calamity
says calculation
It is nothing but pain
says fear
It is hopeless
says insight
It is what it is
says love

It is ludicrous
says pride
It is foolish
says caution
It is impossible
says experience
It is what it is
says love

Erich Fried
:) Some of us believe in soft fleeces and some of us believe green Kobolds.....
22.01.2018

picdame

T h e l i t t l e p e o p l e o f S w a b e d o o

A long, long time ago, little people lived on earth. Most of them lived
in the village Swabedoo and they called themselves Swabedoodahs.
They were very happy: they walked around smiling
from ear to ear
and said hello to everybody.
What the Swabedoodahs liked most was to give each other warm,
soft fleeces as a present. Everyone of them carried a pouch over his
shoulder and this pouch was filled with soft fleeces. When
Swabedoodahs met each other, the one gave a fleece to the other.
It's very nice to give someone else a soft fleece. It tells the other
person he's special; it's a way to say: "I like you!" And it's just as nice
to get such a fleece from someone else. You feel how warm and fluffy
it feels to your face and it's a wonderful feeling when you put it softly
and lightly with the others in your pouch. You feel recognized and
loved when someone gives you a fleece en and you want to do
something good, something nice right away. The little people of
Swabedoo liked to give and receive warm, soft fleeces and their life
together was always happy and cheerful.
Outside the village in a cold, dark cave lived a big, green kobold. He
didn't really want to live there, outside, all alone and, at times, he
felt very lonely. He had already stood at the rim of the village, more
than once, and wished he could live between the cheerful
Swabedoodahs; but he had nothing to offer -- and, besides, to him,
the exchange of warm, soft fleeces was big nonsense. If he met one
of the little people at the edge of the woods, he would grumble
something unintelligible en and quickly walk back to his humid and
dark cave.
One night, when the big, green kobold stood at the edge of the woods
again, he found a friendly, little Swabedoodah. "Isn't it a wonderful
day, today?" the little one asked, smiling. The green kobold just
made a drab face and didn't answer. "Here, take a warm, soft fleece,"
said the little one, "this one's especially beautiful. It's surely meant
for you, otherwise, I had given it away already." But the kobold
didn't take the fleece. First, he looked around to all sides, to be sure
no-one was watching or listening. Then, he bent over to the little
one and whispered in his ear: "Listen, don't be so generous with
those fleeces of yours! Don't you know that, one day, you won't have
any fleeces left, if you just give away everything?" Surprised and a
little helpless, the little Swabedoodah looked up to the kobold. Who
had, in the mean time, taken the pouch of the little one's shoulder
and opened it. He sounded very satisfied, when he said: "Didn't I
tell you? Just hardly 217 fleeces you've got in your pouch -- so, if I
were you, I'd be careful giving them away!" And with that, the
kobold went off, on his big green feet, and left behind a confused
and unhappy Swabedoodah at the edge of the woods. He was so
confused, so unhappy, that he didn't realize that what the kobold
had said was totally impossible. For every Swabedoodah had an
inexhaustible supply of fleeces. If he gave away a fleece, he would
get one in return from someone else, right away, and this would
happen time and again, a whole life long. So, how could they run out
of fleeces?
The kobold also knew this but he trusted the credulousness of the
little people. And something else he trusted; something he had
discovered within himself and of which he wanted to know if it was
inside the little Swabedoodahs, as well. So, he consciously lied to the
little Swabedoodah, sat down at the entrance of his cave and waited.
In front of his home in Swabedoo the little, confused Swabedoodah
sat, brooding. It didn't take long, before an
acquaintance passed by,
with whom he had already exchanged many warm, soft fleeces.
"What a beautiful day!" his friend exclaimed, reached inside his
pouch and gave the other one a fleece. Who, however, didn't accept
it joyfully but warded it off with his hands. "No, no!
You'd rather
keep it," the little one exclaimed, "who knows, how quickly your
supply will decrease. One day, you'll be without fleeces, just like
that!" The friend didn't get it, just shrugged, put the fleece back into
his pouch and walked away, saying good-bye softly.
But he took
confused thoughts with him -- and on the same night, in the village,
one could hear three more times, how one Swabedoodah said to
another: "I'm sorry, but I don't have a warm, soft fleece for you: I
have to be careful not to run out of them."
The next day, all this had spread through the whole village.
Everybody started saving their fleeces. They did give one away, every
once in a while, but only after long and careful deliberation and very,
very cautious. And they weren't usually the especially beautiful
fleeces but those with little stains and already a bit worn-out.
The little Swabedoodahs became suspicious. They started observing
each other distrustfully; they started considering whether the other
person was truly worthy of a fleece, or not. Some even went as
far
as hiding their fleeces underneath their beds, at night. Arguments
arose from the question, how many fleeces someone owned. And,
eventually, people started exchanging warm, soft fleeces for things,
instead of just giving them away. The mayor of Swabedoo had even
traced how many fleeces there were in total and, then, announced
that the number was limited and declared the fleeces to be currency.
Soon, the little people were arguing about how many fleeces
spending a night or having a meal in someone else's house was
worth. There were even some cases of fleece robbery! In the twilight,
they didn't feel safe, anymore; while, before, the S
wabedoodahs
liked to walk in the park or on the streets, in the twilight, to meet
each other and give each other warm, soft fleeces.
At the edge of the woods sat the big, green kobold, observing
everything and being very satisfied.
The worst of everything happened some time later. Something
started changing regarding the health of the little people. Many
complained about pain in their shoulders and backs -- and, in time,
more and more Swabedoodahs were taken by surprise by this illness
called spinal weakening. The little people walked around bent -- in
serious cases even bent to the ground. The fleece pouches were
dragged on. Many started to believe, that the cause of their disease
was the weight of the pouches and that it was better to leave the
at home and put them away, there. It didn't take long before one
could hardly find a Swabedoodah with a fleece pouch on his back.
The big, green kobold was very satisfied with the result of his lie. He
wanted to find out, whether the little people would act and feel like
him, when he, as was the case most of the time, had selfish thoughts
-- and they had acted like him! The big kobold felt very successful.
He came to the village of the little people more often, now. But
nobody said hello to him with a smile, nobody offered him a fleece.
Instead, he was stared at distrustfully, just as the little people stared
at each other. The kobold liked this: to him, this behaviour was the
"real" world!
In time, even worse things started happening in Swabedoo. Maybe,
because of the spinal weakening; maybe, because no-one gave them
a warm, soft fleece, anymore - who knows? - some people died in
Swabedoo. Now, all happiness had disappeared from the village.
Their grief was immense.
When the big, green kobold heard about it, he was very shocked. "I
didn't want this," he said to himself, "I surely didn't want this. I only
wanted to show them what the world is really like -- I really didn't
want them to die!" He thought about what he could do, now -- and,
indeed, something came up.
Deep inside his cave, the kobold had discovered a mine with cold,
prickly stones. He had spent many years digging the prickly stones
out of the mountain and storing them in a quarry. he loved these
stones because they were so beautifully cold and they prickled so
pleasantly when he touched them. But not only that: he also loved
these stones because they were all his -- and, every time he looked
at them, the impression of possessing great wealth gave the kobold
a satisfying feeling. But now that he saw the misery of the little
Swabedoodahs he decided to share his stone wealth with them. He
filled numerous little bags with cold, prickly stones, put them on a
big barrow and went to Swabedoo with it.
How happy were the little people, when they saw the cold, prickly
stones! They took them gratefully. Now, they had something to give
to each other, again. however: if they gave someone else a cold,
prickly stone to tell him they liked him, a cold, unpleasant feeling
came into their own hand and also in the hand of the person, who
received the stone. It was not as nice to give away cold, prickly stones
as to give away warm, soft fleeces. Every time, one would feel a
strange 'tugging' at the heart, if one received a prickly stone. One
also wasn't quite sure what the giver really meant. The receiver often
stayed behind confused and with stinging fingers.
So, slowly but surely, it happened more often that a little
Swabedoodah crawled underneath his bed, took the pouch with
warm, soft fleeces, ventilated them a little bit in the sunlight and, if
someone gave him a stone, he would give a warm, soft fleece in
return. And how did the eyes of the receiver shine! Some walked
home quickly and dug up their pouch to give a soft fleece, instead of
a prickly stone, too. However, they didn't throw the stones away.
Moreover, not all Swabedoodahs fetched their pouches, again. The
cold and prickly stony thoughts were embedded too deeply in the
heads of the little people. One could gather it from the remarks:
- "Soft fleeces? What's the intention, really?"
- "How can I find out whether my fleece is really wanted, or not?"
- "I gave a warm, soft fleece and what did I get in return? A cold,
prickly stone! I won't let that happen again."
- "You never know where you're standing: fleeces, today; stones,
tomorrow."
Probably, all little people of Swabedoo would have gladly returned
to the things that were only natural
to their grandparents. A single
one looked at the bags in the corner of his room, filled with cold,
prickly stones, so heavy that they were hard to bring along.
Therefore, often, one didn't even have a stone with one to give to a
friend. Also, the little Swabedoodahs secretly, without saying it out
loud, wished for someone coming to give them warm, soft fleeces.
In their dreams, they imagined how they all would walk around on
the streets with cheerful, smiling faces and give each other fleeces,
like in good, old times. When they woke up, however, there was
always something that kept them from really doing it that way.
Usually, they went outside and, then, saw what the world was
"really" like.
This is the reason that giving away warm, soft fleeces hardly ever
happens, anymore -- and usually not in public. But it does happen!
Here and there, time and again. And who knows... one day...?
Servus beinander!
19.08.2017

Batscher

Visit my Idols : wwww.ursprungbuam.at
zawsze moze byc gorzej :(
13.06.2017

Milionerka76

https://showup.tv/_szafirowy_
data jak data
11.06.2017

Milionerka76

to nie ma juz zadnego sensu ...jak sie ktos nie potrafi trzymac zadnych granic trzymac nie potrafi i nie chce
... moze to przeczytasz moze nie ...
alee zycze Ci milych transmisji ... calowanie innych kobiet .. czekanie na Ogarnieta itd itd ... rob sobie co chcesz ...

ale jedno Ci powiem jeszcze ... caly czas sie mnie pytales czy jestem Twoja kobieta jak bylismy sami ... a jak wchodziles na su to sie nie potrafiles albo nie chciales zachowywac jak ktos kto jest w zwiazku ... heh ...wiem wiem ... show jest show ... to masz swoje show ... ja mam dosc tego Twojego show.
daty poczatku ...
28.05.2017

Milionerka76

daty pocztaku nie znamy .. ale konca tak.
slucham sobie piosneki i z Toba zegnam Babcie ...
05.05.2017

Milionerka76

ja nie potrafie jak wiem ze Ci zle
... wtedy moj swiat tez jest smutny :(

:(

[*]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2gCt5dkgWw

... z Toba zegnam Babcie ...
PON 18.04.17
17.04.2017

bboolleekk

-- aufräumen WZ Küche
-- Gardinstangen bestellen
-- baden
-- Zähne
TO DO
17.04.2017

bboolleekk

-- aufräumen WZ Küche
-- Gardinstangen bestellen
-- baden
-- Zähne
brum brum ... 21.marzec 2017
21.03.2017

Milionerka76

.. po 5 latach marudzenia siedze i trzymam kciuki :D mocnooooooo bardzo :)
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16.03.2017

Milionerka76

[*]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2gCt5dkgWw
22.02 --- 24.02 luty 4 lata
24.02.2017

Milionerka76

... juz 4 rok od momentu gdy ...

zawsze ten czas bede pamietac co tak wszystko odmienil.
24.02.1017 .. pierwsza jazda :)
24.02.2017

Milionerka76

13.30 pierwszy raz siadamy do autka .. oczywiscie w kasku .. i brum brum ...:)
moje prawko w koncu :D 22.02.2017
22.02.2017

Milionerka76

... po tylu latach .... trzymam kciuckiiiiiii :D mocno trzymam .... :)
14 listopad 2016
14.11.2016

Milionerka76

.. na chwilke zamknac oczy i utopic sie w marzeniach

...
marzenia to nie cele

!!!