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A bottle of water or what ?

Oscar Wild (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900), a world-famous Irish writer and poet, has said that: Experience is one thing you can’t get for nothing.

Experience is the “formula” which shapes and energizes my life-oriented behaviour. It is what makes people better by nature, living in not so better “by nature” a world; it is what has helped me become wise enough to appreciate it and what has prompted me not to repeat any mistakes in life.

In Oscar Wild’s short quotation is hidden not only a lot of sense, but a great experience as well. So, in my opinion, experience can have negative effect on people only if they are unable to get it for anything, or said in other words – if they are able to get it for nothing.

In this connection I will tell you one of the funniest moments I have experienced in my life. Unfortunately, I feel lack of creating a fully illustrated picture because I was a really small child and some of my memories have just gone away, but it’s a life-changing one, so it worths mentioning:

My family and I were on a visit to my grandparents’ house for a dinner. We were all gathered  together and it was time for the usual Saturday dinner. There was a noise of loud music, I remember, and they were all speaking, screaming and laughing at some topics that were yet stupid to me. To the best of my memory I was playing with a big “complicated” constructor and suddenly I felt the need to drink water because I felt as thirsty as an Arabian camel in the middle of a long trip through the Sahara. I scampered off immediately to the fridge where my grandmother usually kept the bottles of freshly cool water, and saw a 500 ml. bottle of mineral water in front of me…  Then, however, in a definite period of time the funny atmosphere in the sitting room was abruptly  interrupted by my voice of crying. My mother immediately rushed to the kitchen to see what was wrong with me and … unexpectedly… she saw that her little boy had drunk one third of the bottle full of freshly cool home-prepared brandy. I was crying because I felt as if my mouth was burning and I was just a small child who has never experienced before  such a bitter feeling in his life. It was a really comical  situation in terms of the others, but not so funny to me due to the fact I had taken the brandy for a real mineral water… funny, yeah?

Although it was a quite funny experience, I think that it has changed me in some way or another. I have never liked drinking alcohol in contrast to some of my friends who always drink at parties or often feel the need to get drunk as a lord at personal meetings …anyway. I have never felt that thirst and less – the thirst to smoke cigarettes – they can cause a severe health disturbance…

I am happy that I tried to experience the bad effect of the ethyl still at young age and proud of having grown wise enough to take care of my own health.

November 6, 2010 Posted by | Experiences/Moral | Leave a comment

Innocent Shopbreaking

One of my favourite quotes belongs to the American motivational speaker and best-selling author – Denis Waitley: “Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.”
There are some vivid moments in my life which are always commit to remember when I read this quote, which make me smile as soon as I remember them. These moments have the power to control my feelings, to “send for” the happiness when the dark side of the world is falling on me; they energize my emotions and send me back to the years of youth.

One such storey I will never forget belongs to the group of the vivid experience which is still lingering in my mind:

I was a small child and the story essence took place in my village – a small elegantly settled village near Dimitrovgrad. It was a hot summer afternoon when the disastrous rays of the sun were starting to faint and to lose its influence on sweltering people on the streets. It was about 8 p.m and it was time for the usual every-day hide-and-seek game that was an unalterable part of the children daily round. I was 8. As soon as the sun lost its powerful effect on us we got together in the middle of a big green lawn near my house and started to divide ourselves into separate teams. As it happened the game started…

The chaser was counting on a flight of stairs which separated a big shop-window from the pavement and a small tiny street in front of the shop. I knew a girl who could run really fast and nobody was able to leave her behind him. After some games which was filled with laugh and a lot of fun it was turn of the culmination game set. The girl I have just mentioned was the chaser. She started to count and it was time we all to find some unusual, but appropriate place to hide. After some time she stopped counting and started to walk around like a fox searching for its pray in order to see some of her scapegoats. Many of my friends tried to be in free, but nobody could get over the fast-running legs of this girls. I stayed quietly alone under a cross-parked car alongside the lawn and started searching for a way to get myself to the big shop-window. It caused a stir in my heart when we turned face to face and I saw her eyes which gave me a look of a brave runner. We rushed toward the flight of stairs in order one of us to get there first. We were running as hard as we can, but I realize that I had some kind of advantage to her, so this fact stimulated me more to get first to the place. I was running so fast that I couldn’t stop my legs and… …… …  I found myself into the shop.

I had first, but I had broken the shop-window and flew over straight into the shop. I got really frightened because that was my uncle’s shop and I didn’t know what his reaction would be… I couldn’t believe that I broke the window, but thanks to my luck I was unhurt. When I found myself into the shop I started crying, but as soon as I was aware of being unhurt I burst into laughter. However, my laughter didn’t last long until I got my punishment – a weak without a bike (it looked to me like a day without water)… it was alright.

…I think that the world will be better if each one of us have similar stories to share, if each one of us recall them more often than the negative ones, if each one of us tries to capture them forever…

November 1, 2010 Posted by | Experiences/Moral | 1 Comment