What will you leave behind?

History truly has selective amnesia. We usually remember just the CONTRIBUTIONS of great men and women, not their faults, mistakes, personalities, etc.
It's interesting that in the end, it's what you leave behind that matters, not so much how you put it down. Will your legacy stand the test of time? Are you leaving a positive trail of selfless giving that people will remember you by,
...or are you just living for you alone?

CUSTOMER CARE IN 2020...

Ready for the future? Read on...

Customer dialed the Number of a Pizza Hut to order a Pizza.

Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..."

Customer: "Hello, can I order.."

Operator : "Can I have your multi purpose card number first, Sir?"

Customer: "It's eh..., hold.......... on,... ...889861356102049998-45-54610"

Operator : "OK... You're... Mr Singh, and you're calling from 17 Jalan Kayu. Your home number is 4094! 2366, your office 76452302 and your mobile is 0142662566.

Customer: "How did you get all my phone numbers?

Operator : "We are connected to the system Sir"

Customer: "May I order your Seafood Pizza..."

Operator : "That's not a good idea Sir"

Customer: "How come?"

Operator : "According to your medical records, you have high blood pressure and even higher cholesterol level Sir"

Customer: "What?... What do you recommend then?"

Operator : "Try our Low Fat Hokkien Mee Pizza. You'll like it"

Customer: "How do you know for sure?"

Operator : "You borrowed a book titled "Popular Hokkien Dishes" from the National Library last week Sir"

Customer: "OK I give up... Give me three family size ones then, how much will that cost?"

Operator : "That should be enough for your family of 10, Sir. The total is $49.9!

Customer: "Can I pay by credit card?"

Operator : "I'm afraid you have to pay us cash, Sir. Your credit card is over the limit and you owe your bank $3,720.55 since October last year. That's not including the late payment charges on your housing loan, Sir."

Customer: "I guess I have to run to the neighborhood ATM and withdraw some cash before your guy arrives"

Operator : "You can't Sir. Based on the records, you've reached your daily limit on machine withdrawal today"

Customer: "Never mind just send the pizzas, I'll have the cash ready. How long is it gonna take anyway?"

Operator : "About 45 minutes Sir, but if you can't wait you can always come and collect it on your motorcycle..."

Customer: " What!"

Operator : "According to the details in system ,you own a motorcycle,...registration number 1123..."

Customer: " ????"

 Operator : "Is there anything else Sir?"

 Customer: "Nothing.! .. By the way... Aren't you giving me that 3 free bottles of cola as advertised?"

Operator : "We normally would Sir, but based on your records you're also diabetic....... " 

Customer: (.....shouts & curses)

Operator:  "Better watch your language Sir. Remember on 15th July 1997 you were convicted of using abusive language on a policeman...?"

Customer Faints...

Interesting Biblical Similtudes

As sin came into the world through one man, redemption came through one man;
Damnation was ignited in a garden, salvation was established in another garden;
Offence precipitated in the plucking of fruit from a tree, it was cured by the nailing of a seed to a tree;
Man's decision, made on his feet in disobedience, brought mankind to its knees in destruction,
Christ's decision, made on His knees in obedience, brings mankind to its feet in redemption.


Your turn, ...what other correlations can you make?

My Plummet, My Walls...

This plummet hangs steady, as I stand my ground;
My barricades hold sure, inspite of persuasions around;
The phenom of isolation, the spectre of desolation;
And I see you walk by, with seeming indignation;
But I smile in contempt, standing atop these walls I built;
Walls of pride, Walls of prejudice;
Walls to keep you out, ...walls that keep me in;
I smile, for in my hand I hold this plummet;
Measuring these Walls, checking that they stand straight and tall, high and true;
I smile because this plummet hangs sure, down these Walls demure;
And I look out across at you, standing on the outside, looking up at me;
Is that pain I see on your face? Concern? Worry? Distaste?
I know not, but do I care what? I have a life to live;
And in self righteous contemplation, I give myself to it. 
I stand alone, survey the land I may never own, never walk, never feel;
From within my barricade of Walls standing straight, standing true, I know I need not you.
As I indulge myself in this ritual, checking my plummet, testing my Walls, I know my safety is assured. 
And though you call me prisoner within my magnificent barricades, I nonetheless find my pleasure and contentment in this surety: I may never breathe the sweet air you breathe, never enjoy the freshness of the fields you walk, never savour the sweet freedom and fullness of life you live;
But you'll never know the security of these barricades I've built for myself; you'll never know the magnificence of these Walls standing tall, standing sure;
And as I hold in my hand this plummet, checking yet again the perfection of my Walls, I smile at you on the outside;
For my plummet hangs sure, my Walls stand straight and tall;
And these barricades I built for myself hold me in, keeping you out.

She'd never say

How many tears her precious heart cried;
You wouldn't know;
...she wouldn't  say.
On a rhinestone patio where love should blossom, where flowers should bloom, where birds should sing. There instead lies a love, wounded, struck down, dying. There lies a heart, broken and torn. 
Where the summer sun should shine, now gather the foreboding clouds of autumn, stealing what joy remains. Now come the little sprinkles, makes you wonder how often they've fallen that way.
Ask how many times before?
You'd couldn't know;
...she couldn't say.
One thing is sure, these dreary sprinkles do not come from clouds above, but rather from eyes that shed them sore as they mourn her broken love. Eyes that see only this misery, ears that hear only her broken heart cries, a heart in jaded contemplation, of love as just a lie.  
Jaded still is her trepidation that happiness is not meant to be, her misconstrued consternation that her lonely heart feels free. So the heart is dulled, and the walls erected, round about a shelter from further misery. 
Does she mourn former love? Does she wish it back? How I wish I knew for sure. Even now, seek the answer, but as before:
You'll never know;
...she'll never say.