Few days ago I read a story about a big sacrifice in human history. It was written by John Leavy in Quora and it was about a little Town in England called Eyam. In the autumn of 1665, the local tailor received a bundle of cloth from London not knowing that it was infected with
Rain falls and thunder and lightning are approaching my window. I try to sleep, but instead of that rain singing me to sleep as it usually does in my glorious days it wakes me up. The truth is that there’s something in my heart that will not let me sleep in peace.
Most of us consider the wedding ring as a symbol; a symbol of love, permanence, continuity, loyalty and faithfulness. However, there are many other things in life, we recognize as symbols, because it reminds us of places and people we love. Last year this happen to me with a toothbrush.
There was a period in my life when I had few friends. I was new in town, I couldn’t speak the local language perfectly, and I was away from my family. The first friendly stranger
John Powell a popular writer in the 70’s and 80’s wrote a book on communication called Why Am I Afraid to Tell You Who I Am? Insights into Personal GrowthIn this book he share his idea that there are five different levels on which we can communicate, and an understanding of these levels is essential.