- •Вазорати маориф ва илмии љумњурии тољикистон
- •1St course - 1st term
- •1.1.My school
- •1.2.My future profession
- •1.3.My hobby
- •1.4.English language
- •1.5.English writers
- •1.6.Dushanbe is the capital of tajikstan
- •1.7.My flat
- •1.8. My favourite writer
- •1.9.My favorite sport
- •1St course - 2nd term
- •1.10. My best friend (дугонаи беҳтарини ман)
- •1.11.My best friend (рафиқи беҳтарини ман)
- •1.12.American and british families
- •1.13.American customs and traditions
- •1.14.American holidays
- •1.15.Animals and pets
- •1.16.At the theatre
- •1.17.Big ben
- •2.2. Great britain
- •2.3. New year's day
- •2.4.Holidays, travel and tourism
- •2.5.Holidays in great britain
- •2.6.Home is where the heart is
- •2.7. I have a dream to be a doctor
- •2.8. I like to travel
- •2.9. Moscow
- •2.10. Learning foreign languages
- •2.11. Meals
- •2Nd course - 2nd term
- •2.12. Pets
- •2.13. Places to visit in london
- •2.14. Radio and tv in my life
- •2.15. About myself
- •2.16. A tea-party
- •2.17. Care of health
- •Did you know all that? And here is an Arabian proverb about health: "He who has health has hope, and he who has hope has everything."
- •2.18. Christmas day
- •2.19. Cinema
- •2.20. Choosing a career
- •2.21. Customs and traditions
- •2.22. Sport and a healthy mode of life
- •3Rd course - 1st term
- •3.1. London
- •3.2. Grandparents. A blessing or a burden
- •3.3. Fast food
- •3.4. Computer (history)
- •3.5. Canada
- •3.6. British parliament
- •3.7. Art
- •3.8. Education in the usa
- •Higher education institutions in usa
- •3.9. Jack london
- •3.10. New york city
- •3.11. Entertainment
- •3.12. New zealand
- •3.13. Role of women in society
- •3.14. Russian federation (russia)
- •3Rd course – 2nd term
- •3.15. Seasons
- •No doubt, the teens' problems will increase. And young people should fell that they are cared for.
- •3.17. The history of london
- •3.18. The mass media Newspapers
- •Television and radio
- •3.19. Why do we learn the english language
- •3.20. William caxton
- •3.21. William shakespeare
- •3.22. Advantages and disadvantages of computer
- •3.23. Advertisement
- •3.24. Sports in great britain
- •3.25. Un peace-keeping forces.
- •3.26. United states of america
- •3.27. Global warming
- •3.28. Agatha christie
- •4Th course - 1st term
- •4.1. Cambridge university
- •4.2. Declaration of independence
- •Virginia:
- •4.3. Ecology
- •4.4. E-commerce
- •4.5.History of basketball
- •4.6. Industrial revolution
- •Its Effects
- •4.7. Modern music
- •4.8. Olympic games
- •4.9. Ozone layer
- •4.10. Paris
- •4.11. Religion
- •4.12. Science
- •4.13. Shopping
- •4.14. The beatles
- •4.15. The british museum
- •4.16. The british parliament
- •4Th course - 2nd term
- •4.17. The commonwealth of australia
- •4.18. The political system of the usa
- •4.19. The protection of the environment
- •4.20. The renaissance
- •4.21. The united kingdom of great britain and northern ireland
- •4.22. Transport
- •4.23. Us congress
- •4.24. Valentine's day
- •Valentine
- •Valentine's Day in the usa
- •Valentine's Day in Other Cultures
- •4.25. Visit to a doctor
- •4.28. White house
- •4.29. Why do we learn the english language
- •4.30. Youth problems
- •4.31. Foreign relations and armed forces of the uk
- •4.32. Languages and religion in the united kingdom
- •Motivational stories a mother's love
- •Are you sincere friend?
- •Wind or sun – who wins?
- •When you just think of you!
- •The touchstone
- •Life throws a brick at you
- •God has been good to me
- •Why it is so hard to let go
- •Law of the garbage truck
- •Don’t hope,…decide!
- •Helpless love
- •The important things in life
- •It is the little things that make a big difference
- •The midas touch
- •The lark and her young ones
- •Self confidence
- •Shake it off
- •Unique flaw
- •Kill ego and save love
- •An office boy
- •It is you…
- •What makes all the difference in your effort!!
- •The exercise of other
- •The shipwreck
- •What goes around comes around
- •The gift
- •The big rocks
- •The barber who didn't believe
- •The law of the garbage truck
- •The apple tree
- •Be patient
- •Hospital windows
- •The beloved man
- •Stone soup
- •Buying time
- •Why are you crying?
- •Problems
- •The secret of happiness
- •The task
- •Friendship
- •Heaven and hell
- •Secret of turning earth into gold
- •Victimization by past
- •Teacher attitude
- •Puzzle pieces
- •The 99 club
- •You are unique
- •Every success story is also a story of great failure
God has been good to me
This story, God Has Been Good to Me, is a heartwarming story. I guess we never view life in such a way. We all complain when life seems unfair to us. We have never taken into account how much we are blessed. Well, God has been good to me.
For 25 years, I watched him fight cancer of the face.
First just a small speck that begin to grow larger. Year after year I watch him go to hospital to have a bit cut out each time. As the years went by, more and more of his face was cut away. When he returned with what is left of his face, he tried to smile. He never complained or was downhearted.
He was a skillful mechanic and carpenter. In fact, he was one of the best. Whenever he did a job, he stand back to see if there is anything left out that could be added to make it perfect. Then he would see some little place that the average person would pass up. He would then touch up this or that.
I suspect he said this to himself “My work will be my face and my life” I doubt if he often look in the mirror at that damaged face where the cancer eat into everyday. No matter how humble the pace he worked in, how small the job is or how crude the other workers seem, it never bother him at all. This was his work and it has to be done right. He never glance at the work of others; a shoddy work done by others was not his concern. Nevertheless, I suspect when the job was done, he had a sense of inner pride and joy when he saw how outstanding it was. But he never boasted about it.
As the years went by, he became weaker and weaker. His hands did not move with confidence and speed that so characterized him. He was unable to do many things. However no matter what the work or pay, he always had the insatiable desire to do a good job.
The help he got was not able to catch his vision. They thought he was cranky to try so hard to complete each and every detail. So he worked alone. He did not complain or bitterly rail at the others. He would just appear the next morning by himself with no explanation of the absence of his helpers.
During the latter day, he had only the shambles of a face. He would wrap it up in a red bandana handkerchief, leaving only his eyes showing.
When you met him on the streets, he would always give a cheery greeting. As time went on, it was more and more difficult to say he words. Often he would move his walking stick. This stick, too, was a thing of beauty, carved out by his skilful hands.
His life seemed to be filled with contentment and peace. I suspect that he thanked God for those hands and the fact that it was not marred in any way.
He would often be missed about his usual haunts for weeks or months. He would make his journey to the hospital for the surgeon to cut away more of his face. Then you would see him again, a bit more gruesome. There would be no complain, no telling of his operation and pain. He would just quietly go to work that was awaiting for him.
In all his time, I never knew him to come back with any complaints about the pain. You would think there was nothing the matter if you did not see his face. When the days of his labors seem to becoming to an end, his chief concern was that his tools might be in good hands. He sent for me one day and told me he wished someone would appreciate the tools and use them properly.
When I took a young man to see him about the tools, there came a look of contentment and satisfaction. His work was finished and he was ready to cash in.
A few days before he died he was walking in the yard. His face was nearly completely covered with bandages. Only his eyes were uncovered. As he hobbled about the yard, he said “I am going to keep young just as long as I can”
The day he died, I went to see him again. The odor was so offensive you could hardly stay there. What was left of his face was a mass of scars and there was really nothing to cut away. You could tell he was in great pain and had many sleepless nights. But still there were no words of complaints.
I shall never forget his last words. Ever afterwards they have made me ashamed whenever I feel inclined to complain. Still day after day, they are vivid in my mind.
The words are “God has been good to me. I had never had any reason to complain” "God has been good to me..."
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