Lovers in love

You know that the more times you press the “up” button . . . the faster the elevator will arrive,” said Pierre mischievously as he poked away in exaggerated fury.

“You are so silly,” answered the smartly dressed, young, blond haired woman with a coffee cup in her right hand . . . and a smile growing quickly across her face.

“NO . . . it’s true . . . see . . . the door is opening . . . right . . . right . . . . n o w,” he continued, feigning to be serious, and purposefully stretching out the word “N . . . O . . . W” to synchronize with the elevator’s arrival. “And where might I might I have the pleasure of delivering you today milady . . . Paris . . . Rome . . . forty-fourth floor?” continued Pierre as he changed his routine . . . now awkwardly trying to sound British.

“Oh . . . I think should like to return to Rio . . . or . . . no . . . how about . . . the . . . forty-fourth floor?”

“My pleasure . . . milady . . . 44th floor it tis . . . but alas . . . I can only guarantee your safe passage to floor 21 as I have important business for the Crown that beckons . . . .”

Stepping off the elevator, Pierre turned back and placed his hand into the opening to prevent the door from closing, causing an alarm buzzer to sound. “This is the second time in a week that I have had the pleasure of sharing an elevator ride with you, milady, and I should not leave you again without first learning your name . . . .”

“Sally,” she replied, struggling to contain the urge to giggle.

“I’m Pierre . . . Godspeed Sally . . . Godspeed.”

#

“Hi, Sally,” said Pierre from behind . . . trying to catch up as she walked briskly across the pink marble lobby floor towards the elevators.

“Oh, hi!” she said curtly without breaking stride.

“I haven’t seen you for over a week,” Pierre continued, trying to pose a question, though expressed as a statement.

“Really?” answered Sally, trying to make a statement, though posed as a question.

Stammering, Pierre followed up, “so . . . uh . . . I hope the groundhog sees his shadow . . . I mean . . . doesn’t see his shadow tomorrow . . . how about you?”

Sally turned and looked blankly at Pierre without speaking.

Silently, the two merged into the morning crowd awaiting the next available elevator and became separated without further intercourse.

#

“Where are you headed? asked the tall man in a crested blue blazer, seated comfortably in a chair beneath a “Visitors Report Here” sign.

“I have a delivery.”

“Follow me,” responded the attendant, walking to the closest elevator where he held his security pass up to the card reader while looking for further instruction from the delivery man.

“44, please.”

#

“Oh, how pretty,” said the receptionist. “And who is the lucky person?”

“Someone named Sally. I don’t have a last name.”

“Oh . . . for Sally . . . I’ll take care of it.”

After the elevator door had been closed for what she deemed to be a safe period of time, the receptionist opened the card attached to the vase with a red and green ribbon.

Sally,

As winter persists in extended fashion

Your occasional glimpse reignites the passion

Of life and living beyond the cold

And with six more weeks of winter

Or so I am told

May this bouquet summons happy thoughts

Or even delight

And warm you with color

And sate you with sight

And I proffer you this

On a cold blustery night

That if you will be my Princess

Then I will be your wonderfulness!

Pierre

#

“Are you OK, Sally?” asked Winston. “I’ve noticed you standing down here in the lobby away from the elevators for the last couple of mornings.”

“No . . . Yes . . . I am OK . . . I’m just waiting for the elevator crowds to die down . . . you know . . . with me being sick and all . . . I just didn’t want to expose others to whatever I had last week . . . .”

“Oh . . . OK . . . I was worried that maybe you were still angry with me . . . I’ll see you upstairs . . . and don’t forget that we have a client call at 10:00 sharp . . . don’t be late!”

#

“Well . . . if I was you . . . I would just go down to 21 and ask for him,” said Nancy. “He sent you flowers! He wrote you poetry!”

“I don’t even know his name, Nancy,” answered Sally.

“You know his first name . . . how many Pierre’s can there be . . . if I was you . . . I would just go down there and ask for “Pierre” . . . he sent you flowers, Sally.”

Sally didn’t respond, staring instead out the window towards the Hudson, clearly consumed in thought.

“It’s been over a week, Sally. You know I am right . . . remember that time at Hollins when I told you to call the cadet from VMI . . . that he liked you? You know I am right, Sally!”

“Yeah . . . I know . . . but I’m not even sure that he works here . . . I’ve only seen him three times . . . twice on the elevator and once in the lobby when I snubbed him.”

“You didn’t snub him . . . you were sick and that jack-ass Winston made you come to work anyway.”

“Pierre doesn’t know that.”

After a few moments of silence, Sally turned to face Nancy. “I will think about it . . . he did send me flowers.”

#

“Welcome back, and Happy Thursday, Pierre . . . et comment va ta famille en Quebec?” inquired Brigitte with an accent that revealed her Canadian heritage.

“Tres bien . . . tres bien, merci . . . et . . . comme toujours, they asked me to pass on their regards to you, Brigitte,” replied Pierre, seamlessly switching between French and English. “  what's the agenda for today or Anything, politics that I should know about since I left last week?”

“No . . . but a young lady dropped off an envelope on Monday that I am sure is for you. She said she was looking for a “Pierre” that she had met on the elevator but that she didn’t have a last name. And she described her “Pierre” as, and I quote, “silly, and charming, and smart and handsome.” Afterwards, when I told her there was only one Pierre in the firm, she began to blush! I didn’t put it into the inter-company mail because it looked personal,” Brigitte said, handing him the small, sealed envelope as a smile enveloped her face.

“You’re the best, Brigitte!”

Dear Pierre,

I can’t thank you enough for the beautiful spring bouquet and the equally beautiful verse.  I’m not sure which I enjoyed the most!I was wondering if you might want to meet me for a cup of coffee tomorrow afternoon around 3:00 in the first floor café?

Your elevator friend,

Sally

#

“Dammit,” uttered Pierre in a volume audible throughout the floor. “I’ll be back in a few, Brigitte . . . I need to run over to Papyrus.”­­­­­­­

Dear Sally,

I am so sorry that I missed having coffee with you. I went to Quebec last week to visit my family and didn’t get your note until today when I returned. May I have another chance? How about tomorrow – same time – same place?

Until then, I remain,

Your humble servant and coffee-starved,

Pierre

#

“Where has this month gone?” Nancy asked the receptionist. “We’re already half-way through February!”

“I know . . . next thing the crocuses will be pushing up . . . I love spring flowers!!”

“Has anybody seen Sally?” intervened Winston, sounding in a panic as he rushed past, almost running down the hallway. “She didn’t answer her phone and I have a super important question?”

“Everything is always ‘super important,’” muttered Nancy under her breath.

“What?”

“I said I haven’t seen her,” replied Nancy in a loud and distinct voice.

“Oh . . . Iknow where she is,” volunteered the receptionist, clearly excited that she could assist the Managing Partner with an important matter. “Don’t you remember, Nancy . . . she said she was going downstairs to get a cup of coffee . . . she just got on the elevator . . . not two minutes ago . . . remember, Nancy?”

“Coffee? At 2:30? Who drinks coffee at 2:30? And why do I pay for a coffee machine here in the office if my staff is going to go out for coffee anyway . . . makes no flipping sense to me,” Winston grumbled as he walked back towards his corner office, pausing momentarily to lock eyes with Nancy on the way. “I need to see her as soon as she returns.”

#

Sally still had a compact in front of her face when the elevator stopped unexpectedly at the 21st floor.

“Hi, Sally. What a nice surprise,” exclaimed Pierre. Taking her hand into his, he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“Hi, Pierre,” replied Sally, her heart racing as he retreated to a respectful distance though his hold on her hand lingered for several additional seconds.

“I got to a break-point in my work and thought I would go down to the café a little early,” Pierre explained.

“Me too.”

Looking directly into each other’s eyes as if about ready to say something, neither party actually spoke. Finally, Pierre turned and started dramatically pushing the “1” button repeatedly.

“You are so silly,” said Sally, smiling just like she had the first time that she had seen him do it.

“NO . . . it’s true,” protested Pierre, also smiling.

“He has beautifully nice eyes,” said Sally to herself.

Exiting the elevator, the two walked slowly in unison towards the café chatting. “What would you like to drink, Sally? I’m going to get a latte.”

“I’d like a latte, too.”

While standing in line, Pierre caught himself staring at Sally more than once. “She has beautiful hair,” he thought. “And a beautiful smile.”

Slowly they sipped their drinks and conversed, with the occasional laughter that drew attention from others in the café.

Eventually, Sally said, “I hate it . . . but . . . I have to go, Pierre. It’s almost 4:00.”

“OK, Sally . . . thank you for having coffee with me.”

“Thank you. I really enjoyed it!”

Rising first, Pierre carefully pulled out Sally’s chair as she stood, whereupon he handed her an envelope.

“For you.”

Sally carefully opened the envelope and read the hand inscribed note.

#

Sally,

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Groundhogs are liars,

I hope this is true.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

Pierre

Without saying a word, Sally reached for Pierre’s hand and kissed him lightly on the cheek, just as he had kissed her earlier.

#

On his ride home that evening, the rhythmic City noise lulled Pierre into a dream-filled repose wherein he passionately relived the afternoon encounter with Sally, awakening with the hope that this was just the beginning.

a year later Sally with a ring on her finger, it has been clearly known that they have been dating for the past 1 year and now Pierre proposed to Sally

Finally thanks to the coffee line delay it led them to love at first sight, it was the beginning and forever they'll be because they are lovers in love!!!

Use It Or Lose It 

You can't take it back, cannot find it again, cannot buy it, steal it, borrow it, or use someone else's. You either have total control or it is gone. Each one of us on this earth has the same amount to start with, to use, or to throw away. Do you know what it is? 

It is time!! We have it to do with as we wish. But, are you really using your time effectively or are you just letting it escape through your fingers like sand through your toes as you walk along the beach? 

"Hold fast to time! Use it! Be conscious of each day, each hour!" ~ Thomas Mann

There is person who always complains about not having enough time to start a new business that would allow him to make the break from his normal job, a job that he detests with a passion. But, why doesn't he have time? 

He doesn't have the time because he spends too much time at work, is totally involved in family activities but not even spending wonderful time with them when he gets home so there is no time left before bed, and where his weekends after attending are filled with activities that take his every waking hour. If this was the case, I could understand completely why he has no available time to pursue even the planning of a new business. But, sadly, none of this is true. 

This is a man who does not spend hours at home participating in all kinds of family activities, nor is this a man who has every waking moment used completely on his weekends. Instead, this is a man who comes home every evening to eat and then to sit in front of the TV for the rest of the evening. He spends his weekends doing nothing but watch TV or visiting with friends. Do you think he has time available? 

He has the time available if he chooses to use it. Instead, he chooses to waste it. Does he have a burning desire to actually start planning and taking action to begin a new business? No. And, with his current attitude, do you think he could actually make a go of his business? Unlikely. Why? Simply put is because, to run your own business takes a great deal of effort, and a huge amount of time. Those who actually run their own businesses realize all too well that time is scarce and most of their time goes into all those varied but necessary tasks that cannot be done sitting on the sidelines enjoying yourself. 

 There's no blaming having fun, we all have it it's a wonderful gift we are proud of it, we enjoy having wonderful moments with family and friends.

Even Bible says on Ecclesiastes 2:24 There is nothing better for a man than to eat and drink and find enjoyment in his hard work. This too, I have realized, is from the hand of the true God

about work no one should give up because it takes effort and patience to run a business, as long you are doing the right thing honestly you will gain it.

We are not saying that some jobs, it's all about job which is important or force people to do it, likely it's your choice to do what you like.   we are talking about those who have any job weather small, big it doesn't matter to work always enjoy about it. 

Time is not your enemy. Passion is the enemy or, I should say, the lack of passion, lack of perseverance, lack of the singular focus necessary to succeed. If you want life to roll by without accomplishing anything you want, simply keep throwing your time away. You will never get it back.

                   

                 Coffee On The Wall

I sat with my friend in a well-known coffee shop in a neighboring town of Venice, Italy, the city of lights and water.

As we enjoyed our coffee, a man entered and sat at an empty table beside us. He called the waiter and placed his order saying, “Two cups of coffee, one of them there on the wall.”

We heard this order with rather interest and observed that he was served with one cup of coffee but he paid for two.

When he left, the waiter put a piece of paper on the wall saying “A Cup of Coffee”.

While we were still there, two other men entered and ordered three cups of coffee, two on the table and one on the wall. They had two cups of coffee but paid for three and left. This time also, the waiter did the same; he put a piece of paper on the wall saying, “A Cup of Coffee”.

It was something unique and perplexing for us. We finished our coffee, paid the bill and left.

After a few days, we had a chance to go to this coffee shop again. While we were enjoying our coffee, a man poorly dressed entered. As he seated himself, he looked at the wall and said, “One cup of coffee from the wall.”

The waiter served coffee to this man with the customary respect and dignity. The man had his coffee and left without paying.

We were amazed to watch all this, as the waiter took off a piece of paper from the wall and threw it in the trash bin.

Now it was no surprise for us – the matter was very clear. The great respect for the needy shown by the inhabitants of this town made our eyes well up in tears.

Ponder upon the need of what this man wanted. He enters the coffee shop without having to lower his self-esteem… he has no need to ask for a free cup of coffee… without asking or knowing about the one who is giving this cup of coffee to him… he only looked at the wall, placed an order for himself, enjoyed his coffee and left.

A truly beautiful and wonderful thought. Probably the most beautifully amazing wall of boosting progress and hope you may ever see anywhere!!!!!

"My wife and I had an issue this morning before we left for work. It was a small misunderstanding between me and her.

We were both angry with each other. From my facial expression, my wife knew I was very prepared to keep malice with her that morning. She was also angry and didn't mind playing along.

I stepped out of the house and she locked the doors and followed me behind. Since we don't have a car, we always board the same bus to work every morning and ensure we sit together- side by side on the bus.

I was to drop at Manda hill and she was to drop at zesco.

But today, I didn't want to sit close to her. So I sat at the back seat and she sat in front, just beside a good-looking Police officer.

The man glanced at my wife. I saw the way he looked at her hair and face with so much admiration. Then he told her she looked beautiful. My wife smiled and told him thank you.

He asked my wife where she was going and she told him she was heading to work.

All this while, I was sitting behind and listening to their conversation.

"I am a police officer as you can see from my uniform. I was just posted to Lusaka a month ago. Right now I am heading to my place of assignment."

My wife nodded her head. When the conductor requested for my wife to pay her transport fare, the officer offered to pay. He pulled out a K50 and Said Two.

My wife thanked him and smiled.

Then the officer continued.

"So I will be dropping soon at Munali I am accommodated at Chelston Police Camp. I don't know if you can drop by someday to say hello to me. Can I have your number?"

I didn't waste any more time. I tapped my wife on her shoulders immediately.

She turned.

And then I asked her.

"Hope you remembered to put a spoon inside Kasuba's lunch box? You know you always forget."

My wife was puzzled. She was probably wondering who Kasuba is, and why I had chosen to talk to her. Before she could ask any further questions I added.

"Try to pick her up from school early today. I will be coming back home late. You can cook ifinkubala for me for dinner so that when I return I will eat something before bed."

My wife was confused.

Then she glanced at the police man and returned her gaze to me. She understood what I was trying to do.

"Yes, honey." She nodded.

The police man turned and saw me. He greeted me. Then he asked my wife.

"Is that your husband?"

My wife nodded. The police man glanced at me again and again.

Then he glanced for the last time and smiled at me.

I didn't smile back.

When we got to the Chainama I dropped from the bus and dragged my wife along with me.

My wife couldn't stop laughing. While we were about to board another bus, she asked me.

"Honey, who is Kasuba?"

"Kasuba is our future daughter. Jump on the bus let us go."

My wife laughed.

We boarded another bus and this time, we sat together. Side by side in the bus. And this time I paid for her...”

Love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but to understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but to hold on !!!! Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because we know the one you like one day will leave you for the one they love. Find a girl who understands, respect, support and be there for you....   Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.Wait for the guy who will be there for you. Who wants to show you off to the world. Who holds your hand in front of his friends.Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, '...That's her.'!!!!

Amazing Leo DiCaprio

We all know Leo DiCaprio. Maybe the lead role from Titanic made him popular, but those extraordinary roles he played after that enrich the public’s opinion on his acting. Leo is an exceptional and hard-working actor who managed to win an Oscar too. Leonardo DiCaprio has a net worth of $260 million, a sum most people would only dream about.

Leo can be a source of inspiration for other famous people too. He can inspire everyone to find out their values and follow them. But maybe the domain where you can find DiCaprio most inspiring is nature and the environment.

Leonardo DiCaprio is a fervent environmentalist who understood the dangers of climate change and global warming. He then committed to fighting to reverse the changes caused by climate change and help the people in need.

He is a philanthropist and environmentalist at the same time. He donates to relief funds that aim to protect the Amazon or to offer better living conditions to children in Africa. Leo can be a source of inspiration for anyone that loves our Blue Planet. He continues to fight for wildlife and nature and to inspire young people and movements for the environment.

Leo has written his own story and will continue to do so. Because it is what he believes in that inspires people and protecting the environment.

Learn And Earn

Chuan and Jing joined a wholesale company together just after graduation. Both worked very hard.

After several years, the boss promoted Jing to sales executive but Chuan remained a sales rep. One day Chuan could not take it anymore, tender resignation to the boss and complained the boss did not value hard working staff, but only promoted those who flattered him.

The boss knew that Chuan worked very hard for the years, but in order to help Chuan realize the difference between him and Jing, the boss asked Chuan to do the following. Go and find out anyone selling water melon in the market? Chuan returned and said yes. The boss asked how much per kg? Chuan went back to the market to ask and returned to inform boss the $12 per kg.

Boss told Chuan, I will ask Jing the same question? Jing went, returned and said, boss, only one person selling water melon. $12 per kg, $100 for 10 kg, he has inventory of 340 melons. On the table 58 melons, every melon weighs about 15 kg, bought from the South two days ago, they are fresh and red, good quality.

Chuan was very impressed and realized the difference between himself and Jing. He decided not to resign but to learn from Jing.

Quitting is a result of failure.. work hard and be hopefull, it will be okay

My dear friends, a more successful person is more observant, think more and understand in depth. For the same matter, a more successful person sees several years ahead, while you see only tomorrow. The difference between a year and a day is 365 times, how could you win?

Think! how far have you seen ahead in your life? How thoughtful in depth are you?