“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. 

She sat down and ate quietly. 

Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. 

I want a divorce. 

I raised the topic calmly.

 She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. 

This made her angry. 

She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! 

That night, we didn’t talk to each other. 

She was weeping. 

I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. 

But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. 

I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. 

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. 

The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. 

I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. 

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. 

To me her cry was actually a kind of release. 

The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. 

I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. 

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. 

I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. 

She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. 

Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. 

She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . 

She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. 

No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. 

So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. 

His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. 

I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. 

I put her down outside the door. 

She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.

 I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. 

There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! 

Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. 

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. 

I didn’t tell Jane about this. 

It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. 

Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. 

I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. 

To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. 

My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. 

I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. 

Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. 

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. 

Our son had gone to school. 

I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. 

I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. 

I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…

I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. 

I moved her hand off my head. 

Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. 

My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. 

Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. 

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. 

I walked downstairs and drove away. 

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. 

The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. 

I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. 

My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. 

She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. 
These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. 

Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. ♥

Remember love is the richest of all treasures. 

Without it there is nothing; and with it there is everything.

 Love never perishes , even if the bones of a lover are ground fine like powder. 

Just as the perfume of sandalwood does not leave it, even if it is completely ground up, similarly the basis of love is the soul, and it is indestructible and therefore eternal. 

Beauty can be destroyed, but not love. ♥




Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport as the daughter's departure had been announced. 

Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said:

"I love you and I wish you enough."

The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom." They kissed and the daughter left.


The mother walked over to the window where I sat. 

Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry.

I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?" "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?"

"I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said.

When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, "I wish you enough." May I ask what that means?"

She began to smile. 

"That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more.

"When we said 'I wish you enough' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them". Then turning toward me, she shared the following, reciting it from memory,


"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye."


She then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person. An hour to appreciate them. A day to love them. And an entire life to forget them.


Please Share this with your friends. 

It has the potential to inspire a lot of people.

Be Blessed Of Divine Light



I believe in Angels!!!
♥ I have a Dream, a song to sing

To help me cope with anything

If you see the wonder of a fairy tale

You can take the future even if you fail

I believe in Angels

Something good in everything I see

I believe in Angels

When I know the time is right for me

Ill cross the stream,

 I have a Dream...♥

♥ I Have A Dream ♥ - ABBA - ♫(Lyrics)♫


The Dalai Lama said read it to see if it works for you.

Just 4 questions. 

Do not cheat by looking up the answers. 

The mind is like a parachute it works best when it is opened.


This is fun to do, but you have to follow the instructions very closely. 

Do not cheat. 


A Warning!

Answer the questions as you go along..

There are only four questions and if you see them all before finishing you will not have honest results. 

Go down slowly and do each exercise as you scroll down. 

Don't look ahead. 

Get pencil and paper to write your answers as you go along. 

You will need it at the end. 

This is an honest questionnaire, which will tell you a lot about your true self.

Put the following 5 animals in the order of your preference:


a. Cow

b. Tiger


c. Sheep



d. Horse



e. Pig

Write one word that describes each one of the following:


 a. Dog



b. Cat



c. Rat



d. Coffee



e. Sea

Think of someone (who also knows you and is important to you) that you can relate them to the following colors: 

(Please do not repeat your answer twice. 

Name just one person for each color.)

a. Yellow



b. Orange


c. Red



d. White



e. Green


Finally, write down your favorite number and your favorite day of the week.


Please be sure that your answers are what you REALLY feel...

last chance...

Look at the interpretations below.: 

But first before continuing, repeat your wish.

This will define your priorities in your life.

Cow: signifies CAREER


Tiger Signifies PRIDE



Sheep Signifies LOVE



Horse Signifies FAMILY



Pig Signifies MONEY



Your description of dog implies YOUR OWN PERSONALITY.



Your description of cat implies the personality of your partner.



Your description of rat implies the personality of your enemies.



Your description of coffee is how you interpret SEX.



Your description of the Sea implies your own life.

Yellow: Someone you will never forget.

Orange: Someone you consider your true friend.


Red: Someone that you really love.

White: Your twin soul.

Green: Someone that you will remember for the rest of your life.