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𝕸𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖎

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𝔏𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔈𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔇𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔢

By 𝐑𝐌𝐒

The hourglass of every life is filled with grains of sand

And through the narrow neck of time our memories all land

Each grain a special yesteryear each grain a dream that’s passed

Lifelong castles built with care in hopes that they would last

Our trips around the dazzling sun are all too precious few

Whether they count twenty-one or even ninety-two

So live your life with purpose and seize each fleeting day

And heed the Good Book’s verses before life slips away

When all of today’s tomorrows have turned to yesterdays

And you add up the joys and sorrows that you faced along the way

In pursuit of life’s bright rainbows and the dreams you dared to dream

The brilliant shooting star shows beyond the moonlit beams

Don’t lose sight of the treasures from which you’d never part

The things that can’t be measured except within your heart

That offer your life meaning and lasting legacy

Your inspiration for dreaming for all the world to see

And as you bid this world adieu and say your last goodbyes

Get showered with the “I love yous” and head toward Heaven’s prize

Take a look around you and count yourself as blessed

For all that you’ve held onto that’s brought you happiness

Your life on Earth will carry on within the hearts and souls

Of the many lives you’ve met along this long and rocky road

From mountains high to ocean shores your journey here is done

So let your wings toward Heaven soar to that home beyond the sun!

“The years of our life are . . . soon gone, and we fly away . . . So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.” ~~ Psalm 90:10, 12 (ESV)

“Let us prepare our minds as if we’d come to the very end of life. Let us postpone nothing. Let us balance life’s books each day.” ~~ Seneca (First Century)

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Source:https://vocal.media/poets/memento-mori-bm2th0nqo

A fifteen-year-old girl who had three hours, a law book, and the unwavering conviction that her sister’s life was not for sale

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From : Gistreel Lifestyle. Liberia Online

She was eight years old when her father gambled her away in a card game.
Her older sister had three hours to win her back before the debt collector came.

Deadwood, Dakota Territory. 1877.
A place where law came slow, danger came fast, and survival belonged to the ruthless.

Thomas Garrett had lost everything—his mining stake, his wages, his self-respect—and now, in a drunken haze at the Gem Saloon, he’d lost something far worse:

his daughter.

The man who won her was Bullock—
not the sheriff, but a labor trafficker who “supplied” children to mining camps.
Kids as young as six spent twelve-hour days sorting ore until their lungs failed or their fingers gave out.
Most didn’t live past fourteen.

Thomas signed the paper without hesitation.
Bullock would collect little Emma at noon.

When fifteen-year-old Sarah came home from the laundry and learned what her father had done, she didn’t cry.
Didn’t scream.
Didn’t fall apart.

She simply asked, “When?”

“Tomorrow. Noon.”

Three hours until dawn.
Three hours to save her sister.

And Sarah had something her father never had:

clarity.

She knew Bullock.

Everyone did.
A cruel man who hid behind paperwork and respectability.

He’d made her father sign a contract—
which meant it could be challenged.

And Deadwood had something else:

A new federal judge who’d publicly declared that parents could not use their children to pay debts.

Sarah didn’t sleep.
She didn’t blink.

At dawn she was already standing in the courthouse, breathless, determined.

The clerk tried to dismiss her—
fifteen-year-old girls didn’t talk law.

But Sarah did.

Because before drink ruined him, her father had been a clerk…
and she’d read every law book he left lying around.

She laid out the case with the precision of a trained lawyer:

The contract violated territorial labor laws.

It constituted debt bondage of a minor.

Thomas Garrett was legally incapacitated due to intoxication.

The clerk stared. Then nodded.

He woke the judge.

Judge Isaac Parker—who would one day be known as the “Hanging Judge”—read the contract, listened to Sarah, and did something extraordinary:

He issued an emergency injunction, blocking the transfer and summoning both Bullock and Thomas Garrett to court that afternoon.

When Bullock arrived at the Garrett cabin at noon, two men at his back, he found Sarah waiting on the porch.

Not shaking.

Not pleading.

Holding a federal court order in her hand.

Bullock turned red with fury but wasn’t stupid enough to defy a judge.

At the hearing, Judge Parker didn’t hesitate.

He voided the contract.
Declared it an illegal attempt to traffic a minor.
Warned Bullock that any further attempt to collect “payment” would end with him in chains.

Then he turned to Thomas Garrett.

A father who gambled his children away forfeits the right to be a father.

Parker stripped him of parental rights and—
in a move that shocked the entire Dakota Territory—
appointed fifteen-year-old Sarah as her sister’s legal guardian.

But victory didn’t fill their stomachs.

Sarah now had an eight-year-old to raise,
no money,
no home,
and only her laundry work to survive.

What she did next became legend.

She went to five different businesswomen in Deadwood—
laundry owners, seamstresses, boarding house keepers—
and proposed a deal:

“I’ll work for reduced wages.
You house and feed my sister and me.
I’ll take the hardest jobs and the longest hours.”

Four said no.

The fifth—
a widow named Martha Bullock (no relation to the trafficker)—
said yes.

For the next three years, Sarah worked sixteen-hour days.
Emma went to school—
Sarah insisted on it.

She saved every coin.

By 1880, she’d saved enough to lease a small building and open her own laundry.

By 1882, she owned it.

She employed six women.
Paid fair wages.
Offered housing to those in need.

Emma, thirteen, kept the books.

When Emma turned eighteen, Sarah paid—
entirely from her business profits—
for her to attend normal school and become a teacher.

Emma later became a school principal
and one of the fiercest advocates for child labor reform in the state.

Sarah never married.

“I raised one child already,” she’d say with a half-smile.
“Did a better job than most with half the resources.”

She ran her business until 1910, providing work for over a hundred women across three decades.

Emma retired as the first female superintendent in her county.

When Sarah died in 1923, her obituary mentioned her “successful business career.”

Emma told the real story:

A fifteen-year-old girl who had three hours, a law book, and the unwavering conviction that her sister’s life was not for sale.

Judge Parker later said:

“Justice isn’t only about punishing the guilty.
Sometimes it’s about recognizing competence where no one else looks for it.”

The line between tragedy and triumph is thin.
Sometimes it’s nothing more than a teenage girl
who refuses to accept that her sister can be traded like poker chips—

and who’s smart enough to find the one legal lever that can stop it.

Sarah Garrett didn’t have money.
Didn’t have weapons.
Didn’t have allies.

She had time running out.
A mind trained by desperation.
And love hard enough to fight the world.

And that was enough.

Source: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=866624929388914&set=a.764395932945148&type=3&mibextid=wwXIfr

How the United States Strongman (USS) Built a National Community of Everyday Athletes Through Shared Purpose

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Lyssanoel Frater Contributor

United States Strongman (USS) began in 2014 with a simple but powerful vision: create opportunities for athletes to test their strength in an environment that feels fair, safe, and genuinely supportive. President and Owner Willie Wessels has shaped the organization around a philosophy he repeats often: “for athletes, by athletes.” It is the principle that guides every decision, from event approvals to gym affiliations to the culture athletes encounter when they show up on competition day.

With various events held annually across the country, USS has grown into a national platform for competitors of all levels. “The mission has remained the same from day one,” Wessels says. “We want people to have a place where they can work toward their goals and know the event has been organized with their best interests in mind.” Each competition is required to meet safety and quality standards that Wessels personally reviews, giving athletes confidence that every show has been thoughtfully planned.

According to Wessels, Strongman itself is a diverse sport, blending both functional and traditional strength movements. USS events showcase everything from tire flips and stone lifts to sandbag carries and log presses. Each venue brings its own personality; some competitions take place at independent gyms, some at community centers, and others at local businesses that open their doors for a day of strength, cheering crowds, and grassroots community spirit. “You might see an event in a gym parking lot one week and then a full setup inside a large venue the next,” Wessels says. “What matters is that athletes walk in and feel excited and safe.”

Willie Wessels, Founder and CEO of USS (Image Credit: William Wessels)

USS also supports athletes through its membership structure, which provides access to certified events and ensures the competitions they enter meet established standards. The membership system also connects competitors to pathways leading toward national and international opportunities. 

Under his leadership, the organization has become known for celebrating participation as much as podium finishes. Athletes within USS come from every background imaginable: teachers, healthcare workers, factory workers, engineers, and even complete beginners who discovered the sport by chance. “Strongman is not just for a certain type of person,” Wessels says. “It’s for anyone who wants to challenge themselves.” For many, it can become a place where physical strength intersects with self-confidence, camaraderie, and discipline.

This community-first mindset reflects Wessels’ personal history. At 62, he has spent more than three decades coaching, teaching, and supporting athletes. Before launching USS, he was a longtime health and physical education teacher, a career he describes with warmth. “Working with students taught me patience, humility, and how to meet people where they are,” he says. His passion for building strength, physical and personal, was shaped early on by his mother, whose commitment to education left a lasting mark. “She went back to school at 39 and earned her bachelor’s, two master’s degrees, and her PhD,” he says. “She showed me what persistence looks like.”

Wessels earned the title of North American Strongman in 2002, a moment that inspired many and deepened his belief in giving athletes a place to pursue their potential. Wessels’ own perseverance was profoundly tested when he was diagnosed with leukemia in 2003. Despite a prognosis that offered only a brief window of survival, he continued coaching and competing while undergoing years of treatment. “I just kept showing up,” he says. “Coaching kept me grounded.” 

His personal journey is woven into the foundation of USS. What began as a vision to make the sport more accessible has grown into a movement supported by hundreds of competitions and a network of affiliated gyms across the U.S. Looking ahead, Wessels sees continuous expansion as a natural progression of the sport’s momentum. He noted that participation is rising among both men and women, and the spectrum of athletes continues to widen. 

Wessels says the future of USS will always be guided by the same principles that shaped it from the beginning: fairness, safety, and genuine support. What drives him now is the same thing that drove him as a teacher, a coach, and an athlete: watching people discover what they are capable of.

“At the end of the day, this is not just about lifting weights,” Wessels says. “It’s about showing people they are stronger than they think, on the field and in life.” It’s a belief that has helped build United States Strongman into a national community grounded in resilience, respect, and purpose, and one that continues to grow with every athlete who steps onto the competition floor.

Link:https://www.usatoday.com/story/special/contributor-content/2025/11/20/how-the-united-states-strongman-uss-built-a-national-community-of-everyday-athletes-through-shared-p/87373169007/

Your Own Resolution: Living Lincoln’s Legacy Today

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How Abraham Lincoln’s words remind us that perseverance begins within.

“Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other.”
— Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln is remembered not only as one of America’s greatest presidents but also as a timeless symbol of perseverance, moral strength, and inner conviction. His life was marked by hardship and failure, yet through every setback, Lincoln never lost sight of his determination to rise above circumstance and serve a higher purpose.

Born in a humble log cabin in Kentucky in 1809, Lincoln’s path was anything but easy. He had little formal education, often studying by firelight after long days of farm work. Throughout his early years, he faced financial difficulties, career failures, and deep personal losses — including the death of his beloved mother and, later, two of his children.

He failed in business, lost several elections, and faced harsh criticism from both supporters and opponents. Yet each time, he stood back up. His perseverance was not fueled by ego or ambition, but by a steadfast belief in purpose — the belief that doing what is right matters more than comfort or success.

Lincoln’s life reminds us that greatness is not born of ease, but of endurance.

“Your Own Resolution Is More Important Than Any Other”

When Lincoln spoke these words, he wasn’t offering mere encouragement — he was revealing a universal truth about the power of inner determination.

In life, we will always face opinions, expectations, and pressures from the world around us. People may doubt us, situations may discourage us, and even our own fears may whisper that we are not enough.
But Lincoln reminds us: what truly determines our path is not what others think, but what we resolve to do.

Our resolution — that unwavering inner decision to keep moving forward — becomes the compass that guides us through storms.

It is what pushes a student to keep learning after failing an exam, an artist to keep creating despite rejection, or a parent to keep loving and protecting despite exhaustion. It is what allows ordinary people to do extraordinary things.

In today’s world of instant gratification and constant comparison, Lincoln’s wisdom feels more relevant than ever.
We often measure ourselves by the world’s standards — success, wealth, recognition — and forget that true strength comes from within.

When we cultivate resolution, we learn to stand firm in uncertainty.
We begin to trust our purpose more than our fears.
We stop seeking validation from others, and start building quiet confidence from persistence and integrity.

Lincoln’s life teaches us that no matter how dark the moment, perseverance can bring light.
His story shows that success is not defined by how often we win, but by how often we rise after falling.

To live by Lincoln’s words is to live with courage — not the absence of fear, but the determination to act despite it.
It means believing in our capacity to grow, to change, and to make a difference, no matter how small our beginnings.

When challenges arise — whether in our work, relationships, or personal goals — we can remind ourselves of Lincoln’s steady faith in resolution.
The world may test us, but as long as we hold our own conviction close, we will find a way forward.

Lincoln’s words have always spoken deeply to me.
Whenever I face uncertainty or moments of self-doubt, I remind myself of his quiet strength — how he stood tall not because life was kind, but because his heart was steady.

His quote, “Your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other,” reminds me that motivation is not something we wait for — it is something we choose, moment by moment.
And in choosing it, we slowly build the courage to move forward again, with hope and purpose.

Link:https://peacelilysite.com/2025/11/13/your-own-resolution-living-lincolns-legacy-today/

The Lesson of the Apple: How a Mother’s Words Shape a Child’s Life

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“A mother’s words can build a child—or break one.”

Recently, while reading a Chinese book on child education, I came across a story that deeply touched my heart. It perfectly illustrates how a mother’s attitude and behavior can influence a child’s entire life. I’d love to share this story with all mothers, as a gentle reminder of the quiet power we hold in shaping our children’s hearts and minds.

🍏 Two Letters, Two Lives

A famous American psychologist once conducted a fascinating study on the lifelong effects of early education. He selected 50 successful people from various fields—leaders, professionals, innovators—and 50 people with criminal records. He wrote to each of them, asking the same question:

“What influence did your mother have on you?”

Two of the replies left a lasting impression on him.
One came from a prominent White House official, the other from a prison inmate.
Surprisingly, both men spoke about the same childhood memory—their mother dividing apples.

🍎 The Prisoner’s Story: The Day He Learned to Lie

The prisoner wrote:

“When I was a child, my mother once brought home several apples—red, green, big, and small.
I immediately wanted the biggest, reddest one. Before I could speak, my little brother shouted, ‘I want the big one!’

My mother frowned and scolded him: ‘A good boy should learn to give the best to others.’

I quickly changed my words and said, ‘Mom, I’ll take the smallest one. Let my brother have the big one.’

My mother smiled proudly, kissed me on the cheek, and rewarded me with the biggest, reddest apple.”

He ended his letter with heartbreakingly honest words:

“That day, I learned that lying could bring rewards.
Later, I learned to cheat, to steal, to fight—anything to get what I wanted.
Today, I am in prison because of the lesson I learned that day.”

🍏 The White House Official’s Story: The Value of Effort

The second letter came from a White House official:

“When I was young, my mother brought home several apples, all different sizes. My brothers and I argued over who would get the biggest one.

Mother held up the largest apple and said, ‘Everyone wants the best, and that’s normal. So let’s have a little contest: I’ll divide the lawn into three sections. Whoever trims their section the fastest and neatest gets the big apple.’

We raced to finish, and I won the apple.”

He continued:

“From that day on, my mother taught us this simple but powerful truth:
If you want the best, you must earn it.

Everything good in our home had to be earned through effort and fairness. She lived by this principle herself. That’s how I learned discipline, persistence, and integrity—lessons that shaped my entire life.”

🌱 A Mother’s Words Are Seeds in a Child’s Heart

Both mothers divided apples.
Both children learned a lesson.
But one learned deception—while the other learned effort.

A mother’s reaction in a single moment, her tone of voice, or even a casual reward can plant seeds deep in a child’s heart.
Those seeds may grow into honesty and strength—or into cunning and selfishness.

Children mirror their mothers.
The way a mother faces life—whether with truth or pretense, effort or avoidance—becomes the way her child faces the world.

Education doesn’t always happen in grand lessons or classrooms.
Sometimes, it happens in small, everyday choices—like how we divide an apple, handle conflict, or teach fairness.

A wise mother uses love and insight to guide her child to understand that:

  • Honesty is more precious than cunning,
  • Effort is more reliable than shortcuts,
  • Sharing brings deeper joy than possessing.

These values, taught through simple acts, become the foundation of a child’s character.

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A mother’s way of teaching doesn’t just shape a child’s childhood—it molds their destiny.
Every look, every word, every reaction writes silently into a child’s heart the story of who they will become.

May all mothers guide their children with both love and wisdom,
so that the lessons we leave behind are those of kindness, courage, and truth.

Because sometimes, all it takes is one apple—and one mother’s choice—to change a life forever.

Link:https://peacelilysite.com/2025/10/27/the-lesson-of-the-apple-how-a-mothers-words-shape-a-childs-life/

To see the Love in all beings is to Awaken the Compassion in ourselves

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The Tears of a Mother Fox

This is a true story, personally recounted by a monk.

He said that before he became a monk, he was a hunter, specializing in capturing foxes. One day, he caught a large fox as soon as he left home. After skinning it for its valuable fur, he left the animal—still barely alive—hidden in the grass.

By evening, when the hunter returned to retrieve the fox, it was gone. Looking more carefully, he noticed faint traces of blood on the ground, leading toward a small cave nearby.

Peering inside, he was stunned by what he saw: the fox, in excruciating pain and skinned alive, had struggled back to its den. Why?

When the hunter dragged out the now lifeless body, he discovered two tiny, blind cubs tightly suckling their dead mother’s withered breast.

The sight struck him to his very core. Never before had he realized that animals, too, share the same bonds of maternal love as humans. Even in her dying moments, the mother fox had thought only of feeding her children, afraid they would go hungry. At that realization, an overwhelming wave of grief, shame, and remorse consumed him. He was devastated, unable to forgive himself.

From that moment, he laid down his weapons, abandoned hunting, and chose the path of monastic life.

Many years later, whenever this monk recalled that experience, his eyes would still well up with tears.

The Selfless Leap: A Lesson from the Bharal

There are moments in life when a single experience reshapes the way we see the world forever. The extraordinary sacrifice of animals that opened a hunter’s heart and made him vow never again to take a life.

It happened during a hunt many years ago. Our party had driven a herd of more than sixty bharal—also known as blue sheep—to the edge of a cliff on Mount Bulang. The plan was cruel but simple: trap them on the precipice, and force them to fall to their deaths so we wouldn’t waste bullets.

The herd panicked, but then something astonishing happened. At the sound of a cry from a large male, the bharal divided themselves into two groups—young and old. Out of the elders stepped a weathered male, his horns broken, his face lined with age. He bleated once, and a half-grown bharal emerged from the younger group to join him.

Together they approached the cliff’s edge, then charged forward. The young one leapt first, soaring into the abyss, but it quickly began to fall. At that very moment, the old male followed, placing himself directly beneath the younger in midair. The youth’s hooves struck the elder’s back, using it as a springboard for a second leap. Miraculously, it landed safely on the opposite cliff.

The old one, having given all he had, plummeted to his death.

And then, pair after pair followed. The sky above the gorge was filled with arcs of courage—each elder laying down its life so a younger one might live. By the end, countless old bharal lay broken on the rocks, but the youth had crossed to safety.

I was stunned beyond words. At the edge of extinction, this herd had discovered a way to save itself—by sacrificing half to preserve half. But what shook me even more was not the strategy itself, but the spirit behind it. These elders did not resist, did not hesitate. They walked calmly toward death, offering their bodies so their children might have a future.

In that moment, my heart broke open. I realized that animals, too, embody wisdom, love, and a willingness to sacrifice that rivals, and perhaps even surpasses, our own. I could no longer see them as mere prey. That day, I made a vow: I would never again take life.

✨ The story of the bharal is more than just a tale of survival. It is a mirror for us as human beings. Would we, when faced with the survival of our families, communities, or world, have the courage to lay ourselves down for the next generation? Would we live not only for ourselves, but for those who come after us?

The bharal taught me that true strength is not in holding on, but in letting go—for love. And from that lesson, my heart turned toward compassion.

Link:https://peacelilysite.com/2025/09/12/to-see-the-love-in-all-beings-is-to-awaken-the-compassion-in-ourselves/

When a Runner Met a Stray: A Friendship That Crossed Deserts and Hearts

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You would never imagine that an ordinary stray dog from China could become a spiritual icon for people all over the world. Its story was written into a book, translated into 20 languages, and sold globally. Hollywood even bought the film rights, and one day it will be made into a movie. Countless celebrities and business leaders have posed for photos with it, and even the Queen of England once held it in her arms.

So what made this little dog so extraordinary? Everything began with what seemed like a random “accident.”

It was the summer of 2016 in Xinjiang, during a grueling ultra-marathon held once every three years. The main character of the story, British athlete Dion Leonard, was among the participants. Under the scorching sun—temperatures soaring above 40°C—runners had to trek 300 kilometers across desert and Gobi terrain. It was a challenge that tested both physical strength and willpower.

To conserve energy, Dion carried only a little bread and water. After walking all day, he finally stopped to rest for the night. That’s when a starving stray dog approached him, wagging its tail with all its might. Moved by the little dog’s cuteness, Dion shared some of his precious food.

He didn’t know it then, but that small act of kindness tied their destinies together. From the next day onward, the dog refused to leave his side. That’s when Dion realized it had no owner. Since the race was long and lonely, he welcomed this unexpected companion.

Day after day, the dog kept up with Dion. Whenever exhaustion hit him, just looking at the panting, tail-wagging little dog filled him with strength again. “If this tiny creature has the endurance to keep going, then so must I,” Dion thought. He named the dog Gobi, after the desert where they met. They shared food by day and huddled together by night. Through hardship, man and dog forged a bond of deep friendship.

Can you imagine—a stray dog becoming a global hero, its story turned into a bestselling book and a movie? That’s exactly what happened.

But during the race, Gobi could only run 150 kilometers before collapsing from exhaustion in the scorching desert. The organizers rescued and treated the little dog, who then waited faithfully at the finish line each day for Dion to return. Without Gobi, Dion felt alone again—but now he had something to fight for. His longing to see his companion pushed him to finish the final 150 kilometers in just three days, earning him a silver medal—the best result of his career. But instead of basking in the honor, his first joy was reuniting with Gobi.

The race organizers were so moved by their bond that they even awarded Gobi her own silver medal. Dion, who had once lost a beloved dog years earlier, felt this meeting was destiny. He resolved to adopt Gobi and bring her home to the UK.

From a stray with no future, Gobi suddenly became a beloved star dog, cherished by a marathon champion. Dion spared a lot of effort and about several thousand dollars to secure the adoption, leaving Gobi in a friend’s care in Xinjiang while he flew back to the UK to handle the paperwork. But just when everything was ready and Dion was eagerly awaiting Gobi’s arrival, disaster struck—Gobi went missing.

Panicked, Dion flew back to China and printed thousands of flyers to search for his companion. By then, their story had already gone viral. Media outlets reported it widely, and Gobi became a symbol of hope, inspiring people everywhere. When word spread that the famous little dog was lost, locals poured into the streets to help search, forming teams day and night, while countless netizens spread the news online.

Dion chased down every lead, refusing to give up. Finally, following a clue that others thought worthless, he found Gobi—injured and weary, but alive. The little dog had clearly suffered, but this time, Dion promised, she would never be alone again.

This reunion made Gobi even more famous. After full medical care and recovery, Dion finally brought her home to Scotland.

To honor their extraordinary bond, Dion turned from athlete to author, writing Finding Gobi. The book became an international sensation, translated into 20 languages and sold worldwide. Hollywood bought the rights to make it into a film. Together, Dion and Gobi traveled the globe, giving talks, meeting celebrities, and even winning the “Most Inspiring Animal Award.” Gobi’s journey reached its peak when the Queen of England herself held her in her arms.

What began with a stray dog’s trust and loyalty turned into a man’s promise and responsibility—together creating a heartwarming story that touched the whole world. Gobi found a loving home, Dion discovered renewed strength and joy, and both became better versions of themselves.

Link: https://peacelilysite.com/2025/09/11/when-a-runner-met-a-stray-a-friendship-that-crossed-deserts-and-hearts/

Finding the Rose Among the Thorns

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In this unstable world, it sometimes feels as if my heart is on a rollercoaster whenever I turn on the TV or scroll through the news. Fear, anger, and uncertainty seem to dominate the headlines. Yet a few days ago, I came across a powerful teaching from Hopi Indian Chief White Eagle that lifted my spirit and gave me a new way of looking at things.

He said:

“This moment humanity is experiencing can be seen as a door or a hole. The decision to fall in the hole or walk through the door is up to you. If you consume the news 24 hours a day, with negative energy, constantly nervous, with pessimism, you will fall into this hole.

But if you take the opportunity to look at yourself, to rethink life and death, to take care of yourself and others, then you will walk through the portal.

Take care of your home, take care of your body. Connect with your spiritual home. When you take care of yourself, you take care of everyone at the same time.

…Resistance is resistance through joy! You have the right to be strong and positive. And there’s no other way to do it than to maintain a beautiful, happy, bright posture.

When we cross the threshold, we have a new worldview because we faced our fears and difficulties. This is all you can do now:

– Serenity in the storm

– Keep calm, pray everyday

– Make a habit of meeting the sacred everyday.

…Show resistance through art, joy, trust and love.”

These words made me pause and reflect. They reminded me that no matter how chaotic the outside world may appear, the choice of how we respond rests within us. We can drown in fear, or we can step through the door into growth, healing, and a deeper connection with life.

The truth is, this world is neither purely rosy nor entirely thorny. A rose, soft and fragrant, blooms on a stem covered with sharp thorns. The beauty does not erase the thorns, and the thorns do not diminish the rose. Both exist together.

An optimist may see only the rose, while a pessimist sees only the thorns. But a realist recognizes that life is always both—the blessings and the hardships, the joys and the sorrows. Wisdom is learning to admire the rose without being blinded by it, and respecting the thorns without being wounded by them.

Chief White Eagle’s message is a reminder that resilience comes not from denial or despair, but from balance—from facing reality with serenity, caring for ourselves and others, and finding joy even amid trials. When we do this, we not only endure the storm—we walk through the door into a brighter, more compassionate world.

Link: https://peacelilysite.com/2025/09/10/finding-the-rose-among-the-thorns/

Beyond Form: Entering the Dreamlike Realm of Chinese Painting

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Sometimes beauty finds us when we least expect it—appearing like a sudden blossom of color in an ordinary moment, stopping us in our tracks and opening our hearts to wonder.

I happened to come across two traditional Chinese paintings online, both dominated by bright pink, and was utterly astonished. I couldn’t help but study them carefully. In Chinese painting, it is rare to see large areas of pink used as the main color, since it often risks appearing vulgar. Yet in the works of H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III, there is not the slightest trace of vulgarity. On the contrary, they radiate grandeur and magnificence, and the artist’s confident mastery of color bursts forth boldly from the canvas.

The above piece in particular was painted with a heart as pure and untainted as that of a child. Within the seemingly naïve brushstrokes lies immense skill and mastery. The style is free and natural, bold and unrestrained yet still gentle. Its simple composition is infused with deep emotion and imagination, brimming with the vitality of childlike wonder that uplifts the viewer’s spirit.

A few pink houses stand in the scene, behind which several pink fruit trees sway delicately. Ink outlines give the houses their structure, while the softly hanging trees add a tender rhythm to the picture. The artist’s unique technique and extraordinary control of color are truly breathtaking. The inscription on the work further enhances its spiritual resonance:

“Brilliant colors, vivid yet dignified; consummate skill that reveals the heart of a child.”

Indeed, this is a rare and outstanding masterpiece of Chinese painting.

This masterpiece is a freehand splash-ink landscape, where the brush moves with effortless freedom. Layer upon layer of crimson cliffs rise as though born from the artist’s own heart—lines powerful, vigorous, and full of life. Ink strokes carve the very bones of mountains and rocks, each one natural, unrestrained, yet perfectly balanced. Broad washes of pink suffuse the scene, creating an ethereal, dreamlike realm that lingers between presence and absence, as if belonging to an immortal world. To gaze upon this painting is to step into another dimension—where the heart gradually settles into stillness and begins to sense the hidden rhythms of the cosmos.

This painting was not created to showcase skill or to dazzle the eye, but as a natural outpouring of inspiration and emotion. Both ink and color arise directly from the pure stirrings of the artist’s heart.

Here, the true essence of Chinese painting—shen yun (spiritual resonance)—is revealed in its fullest clarity. The inscription makes the artist’s intent unmistakable: “With effortless spontaneity, illusion transforms into nature; in the fleeting and ethereal, the hand finds its way.” The purpose is not simply to depict form, but to open a gateway into a spiritual realm that transcends the material.

Shen yun is at once vivid and elusive—an ineffable charm, a subtle spiritual force that cannot be captured in words. It flows from the painter’s inner cultivation and profound state of mind. When spirit and technique merge seamlessly, the work attains a power far beyond outward appearance.

It is only when the viewer is touched by this shen yun that the formal elements of the painting—the structure of its composition, the interplay of colors, the rhythm of the brush, the unity of poetry and image, the harmony of form and spirit—truly come alive. These elements are essential, of course, but they are not the destination. They are the pathway to something deeper, pointing always toward a higher, transcendent experience.

These two paintings are rare gems of Chinese art, that surprise, inspire, and open a doorway to beauty both profound and pure.

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You’ll Never Guess Why He Survived”?

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At late Qing Dynasty, during the reign of Emperor Guangxu, there was a true story that took place:

Mr. Jia from Jiangsu worked for a foreign trading company in the Shanghai concession. He had earned the deep trust of his employer. Just before the Dragon Boat Festival, his boss sent him south of the city to collect debts. With a leather money pouch in hand, Mr. Jia set off.

The collections went smoothly, and by noon he had received more than 1,800 silver dollars. After walking and talking all morning, he was parched and exhausted. Passing by the famous Shiliupu teahouse, he hurried inside for a quick cup of tea before rushing back to deliver the money and finally rest.

When he returned to the company, he suddenly realized—the leather pouch was gone. Thunderstruck, drenched in sweat, and nearly fainting, he could not explain himself clearly in his panic.

Seeing his flustered state, the boss grew suspicious, believing Jia might be dishonest. He harshly rebuked him for betraying trust, warning that if the money was not returned quickly, Jia would be handed over to the authorities.

At that time, 1,800 silver dollars was a fortune—enough for a person to live on comfortably for a lifetime if carefully spent. How could Mr. Jia ever repay such a sum? With his reputation and life on the line, he felt utterly ruined and broke down in despair.

Meanwhile, in another part of the concession, a merchant from Pudong, surnamed Yi, had recently lost all his money in business. Discouraged, he bought a boat ticket for that very afternoon to return home across the river.

With time to spare before boarding, Mr. Yi also went to Shiliupu teahouse, intending to sip tea slowly while pondering his uncertain future.

By coincidence, just as Mr. Jia had hurried out, Mr. Yi walked in. As he sat down, he noticed a small leather pouch left on a chair. He paid it little mind at first and began drinking tea.

After some time, no one came to claim it. Curious, he lifted it and felt its weight. Opening it, he nearly dropped it in shock—inside was a fortune in gleaming silver coins!

At first he was overwhelmed with joy. Such a windfall could end his misfortune and secure a comfortable life. But then he thought: No, money belongs to its rightful owner. If I keep it, the loser may be ruined, disgraced, or even driven to death. The sin would be unbearable.

In those days, most decent people knew the saying: “Ill-gotten wealth must not be taken.” Mr. Yi resolved: Since fate placed this money in my hands, I have the responsibility to return it.

At lunchtime, only eight or nine guests remained in the teahouse. None appeared to be searching for lost money, so Yi, hungry as he was, decided to keep waiting.

By evening, as lamps were being lit, the teahouse emptied out—only Mr. Yi remained, watching the entrance intently.

Suddenly, he saw a pale, staggering man rush in, followed by two companions. It was Mr. Jia. As soon as he entered, Jia pointed at Yi’s table and cried, “There! That’s where I was sitting!” The three came straight toward Yi.

Yi smiled and asked, “Are you looking for a lost pouch?”

Jia stared in disbelief and nodded repeatedly. “I’ve been waiting for you,” Yi said, producing the leather pouch.

Overcome with relief, Jia trembled all over. “You are my savior! Without you, I would have hanged myself tonight!”

It turned out that when Jia had discovered the loss, he had begged to retrace his steps, though he knew recovery was unlikely. His boss, fearing he might flee, initially forbade it. After much pleading, the boss finally allowed him to go, but only under the close watch of two escorts, who were ordered to bring him back regardless of the outcome.

After exchanging names, Jia gratefully offered Yi a fifth of the money as a reward. Yi firmly refused. Jia lowered it to a tenth, then to a hundredth—Yi grew angry and sternly declined.

Flustered, Jia said, “Then at least let me treat you to a drink!” Yi still refused. Finally Jia pleaded, “If I cannot show gratitude, my conscience will not rest. Tomorrow morning, please allow me to host you at such-and-such tavern. I beg you to come—without fail.” Bowing deeply, he left.

The next morning, Yi did indeed appear. Jia was just about to bow in thanks when Yi quickly interrupted, saying:

“Actually, it is I who should thank you. If not for your lost pouch, I would not be alive today!”

Puzzled, Jia asked what he meant. Yi explained:

“Yesterday, I had bought a one o’clock boat ticket to return home. But because I waited in the teahouse to return your money, I missed the departure. When I finally returned to my lodging, I learned that the boat had capsized midway in a violent wave. All 23 passengers drowned. Had I boarded, I too would be dead. So you see, it was you who saved my life!”

The two men, overwhelmed, bowed to each other in tears.

Onlookers marveled, toasting the pair. They said Mr. Yi’s single good deed had saved not just Jia’s life, but his own as well.

The story did not end there. When Jia and his escorts returned and reported everything, the boss was astonished. “Such a virtuous man is rare indeed!” he exclaimed, insisting on meeting Yi.

The two met and felt an immediate bond. After a long conversation, the boss earnestly invited Yi to stay, offering him a high salary to manage accounts. Months later, he even married Yi into his family as a son-in-law. In time, the boss entrusted the entire business to him.

“Cause and effect of good and evil” is absolutely true, without the slightest mistake. Goodness nurtures more goodness, and goodness attracts goodness. To treat others with kindness is, in fact, to accumulate blessings and good fortune for oneself. A human life is not lived for just a fleeting moment. The speed of temporary gains or losses, the ups and downs of a single day, even honor or disgrace in the short term—none of these truly matter. Today’s kindness becomes tomorrow’s blessings. Today’s evil leads to tomorrow’s misfortune. Time is a great author, and it will always write the perfect answer.

Therefore, simply be a good person, and the future will be full of hope. Do good deeds, and the road ahead will surely be bright and promising.

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