Joel Osteen’s Jokes: Jokes about/relating to horses (Compilation)

“The Pastor and his New Horse”

I heard about this pastor. He bought a new horse. He trained it to respond to “praise the lord” meaning giddy-up and “hallelujah” meaning woah. Every time he said praise the lord, the horse would take off running. When he said hallelujah, it would quickly stop. One day he was out riding and the horse got spooked and took off straight toward a cliff going full blast. In the panic, he couldn’t remember what he taught his horse. He said blessed God, glory, Amen, nothing work!. At the last second, he shouted “HALLELUJAH”, the horse came to a screeching halt inches before the edge of the cliff. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Praise the lord!”.

“The Three Aspiring Psychiatrists”

I heard about these three aspiring psychiatrists, William, Julie, and Bubba. They were taking their first test on emotional extremes. The professor asked William, “What is the opposite of sadness?” He replied, “happiness”. The professor asked Julie, “What is the opposite of depression?”. She replied, “joy.” The professor asked Bubba, “What is the opposite of Woe? W-O-E.” Bubba looked kind of puzzled. After a long pause, he replied, “giddy up!”
– Closed Doors Can’t Stop You

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Joel Osteen’s Jokes “The Pastor & His New Horse”

“The Pastor and his New Horse“

I heard about this pastor. He bought a new horse. He trained it to respond to “praise the lord” meaning giddy-up and “hallelujah” meaning woah. Every time he said praise the lord, the horse would take off running. When he said hallelujah, it would quickly stop. One day he was out riding and the horse got spooked and took off straight toward a cliff going full blast. In the panic, he couldn’t remember what he taught his horse. He said blessed God, glory, Amen, nothing work!. At the last second, he shouted “HALLELUJAH”, the horse came to a screeching halt inches before the edge of the cliff. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Praise the lord!”. -The Two Yous , Joel Osteen

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Some Random Thoughts

HERE. THERE. & EVERYWHERE

Being in the Middle

This isn’t because of the fact that I am a middle child, but rather this is just me being caught up in between.

Typically, in our normal life, kids grow up and stay with their parents until they turn independently ready to stand on their own. Like any other typical kids, I grew up with my parents as well but only until I was 12 years old. So from over 12 until I was 23 years old, I lived with another family I so called my second one. Family isn’t just about whose blood you carry, after all.

With them, I’ve spent my adolescent growing years, discovering what I really wanted to do with my life, showing some rebellious side of a teenager growing up, coming home late at night just because I spent time with my friends hoping I also appeared as cool as everyone else.

They were not my immediate family nor a family by blood but they were there to adjust and to understand me. They gave me all the chances I felt I was entitled to because its part of me growing up. And I know right, knowing I was not even related to them by blood, it was really kind of them to do such things for me. That’s why without hesitation, every trust, concerns, care, adjustments they showed and did for me was secretly appreciated in the deepest part of my heart. Not that I wasn’t aware about what they were doing, I just pretended that I didn’t have the slightest clue that they cared for me. I took advantage of that teenage-years-chance they were giving me but at at the back of my mind, I made a promise to myself and made it as like a conviction I must live by, if they would just let me live the teenage life a typical teenager has, I would be forever grateful to them and would always include them in my good fortunes in my future days to come.

Because they are naturally kind, I told myself they are a family (even if they’re the family I wish to have but I could never ever have by blood) to me regardless if they feel the same or otherwise. They are really the kind of family I would wish I had—peaceful, respectful, organized, well-rounded and clearly knows how to show love and affection to each other. They show love in a way that my family is struggling to do so.

You see, I only had few insecurities in life when I was a kid- not that I come from a broken family but my deepest insecurity was a family happily spending Sundays and holidays together, understanding and taking care of each other’s companies and sharing the richness this world offers.

My family isn’t broken. In fact, I am always grateful that I have both my father and mother even when they always fought and had physical war multiple times when we were young. I have been grateful about this aspect in my family, however for some reasons, I have this deep insecurity about family and I don’t know why.

Fast forward, I was over 23 years old when I decided to leave my so called second family to go and stay with my real one instead. I realized I haven’t really spent time with them (real one) and I was always behind about what’s going on with their lives–always behind making it harder for me to relate it and keep up with them more. Additionally, I felt guilty that they are my real family and I didn’t really like spending long time with them. Because of these feelings (and overthinking) and as culture dictates it, I’m supposed to financially support them, too. I especially have to send my younger siblings to school because I graduated college first and I’m already earning.

To be perfectly honest though, I am helping them also because I made a promise to myself to help them–like prioritize them financially when I am able and capable. My promise was only up until my family becomes financially independent, though, then I would go back to my second one. By this time, free from the (financial) burden my society dictates me and paying off my debt of gratitude to the second family (because I also feel indebted and I also made a promise to myself about this.) [Oh! And by the way, (back story) leaving my second family to go to my real one wasn’t really easy so I had to force-tell myself to decide in five seconds 5-4-3-2-1 ” Okay leave Mj and don’t worry. In life you really have to make decisions, make decisions no matter how painful”, this was what I told myself when I finally separated from them. I was being rude that time. I just simply packed my things and assume they knew what I was doing–leaving them–moving out. I could not say good bye because I felt like I should not leave. I felt like I was being an ungrateful person. I just don’t like goodbyes. They are the hardest for me. It’s hard for me to be in that emotional situation where I have to express my deepest emotions –when I say deep it means sad. I knew I would not be able to help myself if I did talk to them properly. I would have probably just stayed there instead of leaving (which I did not want to happen) so after that day I packed my things, I just stopped going home to them and then just went back one day and said I was leaving and would be living with my siblings. Kind and understanding they were, they did not say anything against it. Then, I left with that heavy-filled-with-guilt-a-bit-excited-but-I-did-not-want-to-I-was-not-sure-of-this feeling .

So, why did I want to leave them? I could still financially support my family, right? Even if I were still with them? Well, I realized it isn’t just about the money. It’s actually because I wanted to really fully understand myself better, as well.

When I am with my real family, I couldn’t help but wish for another one. But when my wish was somehow granted by having to live with those wonderful amazing human beings,  I always felt like there was always something lacking. They never treat me or let me feel like I’m an outcast but I felt like I didn’t really belong. I felt respected and taken cared of however most of the time, I felt like I was not free to do whatever I wanted and I always envy them because no matter what, I’m really not technically a part of their family, especially if there  were occasions, and their relatives were there. I felt like the relatives hate or just being indifferent towards me for being there in their lives or I was just self-loathing, pushing myself and hoping to have belonged there so much.

On the flip side though, feeling not so free  to do anything I wanted really helped me a lot. I was able to widen my horizons in terms of understanding things and seeing the golden sides of each. I was always trying to do my best, conquering negative feelings and just trying to do the best to achieve my goals, do things on my own and prove that I am not just some additional baggage in the family. I tried hard so that I would be proud of myself. I could give honor to my real family and they, the second one, would be proud of having me in their life. And if I did that, I would be able to pay them both in the future. That’s why despite having those feelings of being a real outcast, I was motivated in life and I had aspirations every day, which I can not see and feel when I am with my real family.

What I’m constantly battling about with my biological family is to constantly look at the positive things almost in every minute of every day when all I see and hear are otherwise. It wasn’t that much of a struggle back with my second one because all I could see around me was 99% of the time positive things, actions and people. I just needed to shift my perspectives about why it was okay not to feel like I belong to them because I technically didn’t, knowing of course that I have one where I truly belong. But the irony is that, when I am with the one where I should and I really belong, I feel like I’m a stranger trying to understand almost everything. With the way they think and handle things differently. It’s as if any problem grows bigger and bigger and each of them had problems arising and growing every day, which the hardest and saddest thing for me is I couldn’t really help them because I couldn’t make them understand and see things the way I want them to see it. I have tried a lot of times, peacefully talk to each of my parents especially when they would always end up fighting, oh by the way, when they fight it’s always an embarrassing moment for me and I’m sure for my siblings, too because the neighbors and relatives always know about it simply because they can’t or don’t know how to handle it on their own, I guess. Later on, I learned how to suppressed that feeling of embarrassment towards them and learned to accept them the way they are and every time they fight, I tried not to let my emotions be involved and be on anyone’s side because I know because of their pride they end up embarrassing themselves and then later on they would just make up. So in moments like this, I would always try to talk to each  of my family member and try to let them see things on different perspectives. But on the next day, nothing’s really different. And sometimes, I get tired of them, too. Even if I’m always trying hard not to. I don’t know but sometimes I need someone to talk to, in order to cultivate the optimistic climate I envisioned and longed. I also need to see positive inspiring things, sometimes. Then actually, I kind of long for that positive kind of perspectives coming from my parents.

When I am with my family whom I should  belong to, I feel like I don’t belong there sometimes — like they somehow trigger these bad vibes I am avoiding —jeezz insert guilty face emoji (but I have that natural joy of seeing them happy and being with them despite of everything. It’s just that every day is a constant struggle with them).

When I am with my second family on the other hand, I do feel that I belong to them somehow, my perspective, life aspirations naturally match theirs. It’s just that technically, I know I have a biological family of my own and it’s just not right.  I guess this is one of the perks (perks?) of being caught up in the middle. You don’t know where you should be and sometimes, I get tired, always adjusting myself all the time–like I don’t belong anywhere.

Joel Osteen’s Funny Parables “Neighbor’s Dirty Laundry”

Have you been having a not so good of a day? People annoyed you. Things didn’t go your way? Well, here are some amusing food for your thoughts that can surely make you smile (hopefully) and make you self-reflect, too.

“Neighbor’s Dirty Laundry“

This couple moved in to a new neighborhood. One morning while they were eating breakfast, the lady looked out the window and saw her neighbor hanging the wash on the line to dry. She noticed the washed was so dirty and so dingy. She said to her husband, ” That neighbor doesn’t know how to wash. The clothes aren’t clean. She must have not even used detergent.” Week after week, she looked at this window and saw the clothes and made the comments about how dirty the laundry was. One morning, she looked out the window and the clothes were as clean and bright as could be. She couldn’t believe it. She called her husband in. She said, “Look! She finally learned how to wash. I wonder what happened.” The husband smiled and said, “Honey, I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows.” 🤣🤣🤣

The problem wasn’t that the neighbor’s laundry was so dirty. The problem was the window the lady was looking out was not clean. Many times how dirty our neighbor’s clothes are, depends on how clean our window is.

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The Scripture says, “To the pure, all things are pure.” If you are always finding faults, complaining about the traffic, critical of your spouse, may I suggest your window is dirty? The problem is not external, it’s internal. You are looking through a tainted filter. At some point, we have to look in the mirror and say maybe I’m the one that needs to change. Maybe I’ve developed a habit of seeing what’s wrong rather than what’s right. That’s why it’s so important every morning to put on this fresh new attitude. – A FRESH NEW ATTITUDE, Joel Osteen

Joel Osteen’s Funny Parables, FREEING YOURSELF FROM PEOPLE, “The grandfather, the young boy and the donkey” joke/parable

P.S. If you ever feel like you need some sources of inspiration or enlightenment, watch JOEL OSTEEN’s sermons on Youtube. Who knows you really will. 😚

What Does It Mean When You Dreamed about a Snake?

I’m really not that superstitious anymore but I woke up bothered by the vivid images left in my head from a dream. I guess it was the feeling (because I just find snakes the scariest) during the dream state that made everything clearer. I was puzzled by it because growing up, I was told that SNAKES mean betrayal—a person or two closer to you is and or about to betray you. I wanted to know what else is out there so I googled it and here’s what my curiosity got me.

  1. It typically represents a person in the dreamer’s life who exhibits low, dirty, toxic, or poisonous behavior….
to continue reading this article, and know what it means depending on how the snake was in your dream, click here

This one is closer to the recent happenings in my life. I may have doubted some people in my life hours before I went to bed. I may have thought that maybe they are not being completely open with me, and I may have also concerned myself about trusting someone, but I did not think of snakes, though. It’s strange sometimes how our subconscious manifest things in our dreams.

This article, it provided interpretations based on how the snakes are in a dream. This was mine.

Mine was scary because it was a big kind of anaconda + cobra looking snake and it was hiding in the ceiling of the house of my second fam. It was huge and white which in the later scenes in my dream turned black. It attacked a person I knew (he already passed away because of old age) who was the owner of that house. He attacked and swallowed him and I was just standing there and couldn’t do anything. I was just looking at how he slowly swallowed until half of his body and then decided to look for something to help and then realized there was nothing I could do because the snake was huge and I just thought it was wise not to anger the snake any longer because maybe it would just befriend me and exempt me from its meal. And we know how our dreams work, right? Like how we become instant directors and it goes however we want it to go? That’s what happened at this scene. It didn’t attack me because I didn’t do anything because it was too late, anyway because I was like at least, it would have its meal and not include me 😂

2. It means that you are moving forward, are healing and have entered a phase of personal transformation. (This one is personally true to my life right now.)

To continue reading this article, click here but I am including some of its contents below ⬇⬇⬇

Amazing enough, it seems that most of this article’s interpretations are closer to what has been going on with my life recently. Continue reading below

A. SEX AND SEXUAL ENERGY

Uhmm haha nope. Mine is not this one unfortunately. It would have been better if the snake or snakes were sliding in into my bed😂

B. PROGRESS

Well, in my case this one’s true. In connection to my doubts of people not telling me things completely, after I had thought of it and I actually shrugged it off because I thought for sure they have reasons and if people want to let you know about something, most of the time you need not to ask. They just tell you immediately. Aside from this, I have felt like I have entered a phase of personal transformation in a lot of things. For instance, I am done worrying about what people has to say. I recently came to believe that I have am totally over it, it’s not crippling me and won’t be doing so anymore. I am genuinely just tuning in to my inner self. Click this to see my post about it.

C. WARNING

Remember I mentioned above about me kind of doubting someone and some people? Well, this one says it.

D. SPIRITUAL UNDERTONES

This one is true to me, too. Just recently I got sick and fears come running through my head. For example, my life, my job and whatnot and the only safest refuge it lead me was going back to my spiritual self and to have that profound growth in this area. If I feel lost, I always go back to HIM. ⬆🙏

E. IF THE SNAKE IS HARMING YOU

Luckily, it wasn’t harming me in any case. In the following scenes in my dream, the snake was constantly chasing me. It was probably because I was scared of it and I always thought of it chasing me so it ended up following me and terrifying me the whole time (you know THE DIRECTOR’S CUT in us when we dream). Going back to the interpretation above “an aspect of your life you must let go of” — this covers a lot. My instant grumpiness when I am talking to a specific person, a loved one –my late brother and a relationship. “The dream symbolizes the destruction that you are calling upon yourself by holding on to the cherished part. “ Oh no! This sounds like 100% for me. Just earlier this day when I had that dream, I was talking to a friend about this (because I can’t let go of someone) and if she reads this she’d say “See? It’s a destruction holding on to that cherished part! Let him go.” My FREN comment below if you read this 😛

3. If the snake is attacking you. It almost always symbolizes some form of conflict or problem

To continue reading this one, click this. This article talks about the interpretations based on the colors of the snake

Let me qoute some of the things mentioned in this article “Seeing a white snake is quite rare in waking life, but they do appear often in dreams. White snakes in dreams point to problems with communication. “ Well, in my case, it was a white snake which turned black. I guess it makes sense. I mentioned about people probably not saying things to me because they have reasons of course so I think this one points back to communication. Hence, the white snake. As for the black–the latter part, “Dreaming about a black snake attacking is very common. As you might guess, it is generally not a good omen. It means you are trying to escape something in your life, but running away is not an option. “ Hahaha this one is funny. LOL. Running away is not an option. Well, in my dream, I didn’t run away, anyway (at least in the beginning). I just started running when I thought of the chance the snake getting hungry again and probably devour me that time. It ‘s a snake so betrayal is in it’s nature. My gosh, what else could I have thought of? 😂 Kidding aside, yeah in real life, running away is never an option but there are instances when we should know when to hold on and when to let go. Once we are there, I think letting go doesn’t mean running away anymore. Some things just ought to be left behind. This I know, but application is hard when you are capricious. One minute you are firm, the next day you are forgiving, the next week you are hopeful again and then the cycle continues 😁

4. Dreaming about snakes can indicate that one is healing and moving ahead in life.

Well, I guess that my SUBCONSCIOUS had it all figured out. I have felt recently that I have been growing, healing and by letting go of some things especially those that are holding me back, I feel like I am moving ahead in life. 🙂 I am not saying this just because I am about to end this article. This is real. This is something that I have been feeling when I had to do some introspection during the quarantine days when I got sick.

This article though provides a lot of information and links of topics pertaining to SNAKE DREAMS such as what you can see below. I only included the scenes from my dream. If you want to read more about it. Click this.

In my dream, there were some parts where I wanted to kill the snake while it was trying to swallow the person I know (who is dead now). I wanted to find some sort of Katana, a long, single-edged sword used by Japanese samurai, and slice that snake’s neck but I couldn’t find one and it’s a huge snake, too so I probably would have just angered it before I cut it’s neck so I just chose not to do anything to keep myself safe. 😂

Ohmygosh this one’s awful though. I would never eat a snake meat and I would never like to eat it. (insert disgusted emoji) I mean who would? But the symbolism is bad 😲 as I am literally still concerned and uncertain of my health condition with the pandemic these days — Or I am probably back to being superstitious again? haha

Anyway, at the end of my dream, it wasn’t me who ate the snake. I was too scared and tired from the chasing and playing friends with the snake from time to time when I was about to get caught and all I wanted to do especially when I couldn’t pretend to befriend it was just open my eyes because usually when I do that, I would be invisible in my dream so I did this forced my eyes open so that it wouldn’t see me and the next scenes I remember from it was that I wasn’t the director in my dream anymore. I was there it was outside. I can’t remember where it was but we were sitting, we were kind of like trying to help a person whom I know but can’t remember exactly who anymore. I saw that the snake was inside his stomach moving it was huge and then that person was still alive (dreams are weird and like I said I wasn’t controlling the events there anymore this time) and then we were trying to help him and his stomach went open and then we were preparing to hurt or kill the snake when suddenly it changed into a boy and he was looking so innocent. I just remember feeling sorry and saying no wonder he wouldn’t want to hurt me if I was being friendly to him. He was just still a boy who wants someone to care for him but just couldn’t control himself when he turns into a snake. Yet despite it all, him being a snake he didn’t hurt me. No wonder he was just lurking in that house in the beginning and attacked the man but not me. If it wanted to attack me, it could have done it as I was there first before that man was. Then, I remember feeling so sorry and I wanted to be in control of what’s gonna happen in my dream. I wanted to go back to the beginning and just be kind and not be scared of the snake and then help him figure out how not to turn back to being a snake again where the chance of not being able to control his instincts would be difficult. And then, I don’t remember the scenes after that anymore (it’s vague now). I just remember waking up and wanting to go back to sleep again so that I can continue my dream and do right by the snake because he was jut a little boy 😬😳 It’s so weird! Then, when I realized I was already fully wake like I couldn’t go back to sleep anymore, I just got up and then here I am in the middle of the day suddenly reminded of those images so I just have to write this down. 😬 😬 😬

Well, anyway, I am ending it here now those are just some specific details I remember from my dream. Most of the interpretations though are really close to what’s been happening in my life recently, especially on the thoughts I’ve been having on that day (which was yesterday) I dreamed about it. After all, dreams are our subconscious thoughts.

What about you? What do you think of snake dreams? Do you have some other interpretations not mentioned above? Do you think that these interpretations make sense? Feel free to share it below! I would love to hear your thoughts about these.

At the End of the Day, What Does It Mean? and How To Interpret Them

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LIST OF BOOKS to READ

JI’s

East of Eden by John Steinbeck
Kafka by Karuki Murakami
The Five People you Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom ✅
Ready Player One by Ernest Cline
1984 by Geroge Orwell ✅
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky ✅
The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey ✅

OW’s 
Behold the Dreamers
The Alchemist ✅

SJ’s

The Innovator’s Dillemma by Clayton M. Christensen
Only the Paranoid Survive by Andrew S. Grove
The Way of the White Clouds (spiritual)- Lama Anagarika Govinda
The Autobiography of a Yogi (spiritual: self-realization) by Paramhansa Yogananda
Meetings with Remarkable Men – George Ivanovich
Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind (spiritual) by Shunryu Suzuki
1984 by Geroge Orwell ✅
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand (novel)
Insanely Simple by Ken Segall (business)
Barbaramdass by Baba Ramdass (spiritual)
Diet for a Small Planet by Francess Moore Lappe
Inside the Tornado by Goeffrey A. Moore (business)
Cutting through Spiritual Materialism by Chogyam Trungpa (spiritual-common pitfalls on spiritual journey)
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig 

BG’s
Life is What You Make It by Peter Buffett
Where Good Ideas Come From by Steven Johnson

The Book Of Ichigo Ichie
The Demon Slayer (Volume 1-22)

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What if being practical means you are being ungrateful?

I have been so bothered by the conversation I recently (just earlier this morning) had with my father. It was just so frustrating that somehow he seemed incapable of seeing my point. I ended up almost becoming disrespectful to him. I felt like all I wanted to do was yell at him and tell him how lousy a father he was but I couldn’t do it and I am glad I didn’t because he wasn’t really like that all the time.

I was just so aggravated that he thought I wouldn’t notice that he was lying or like concealing things from me. Saying things as this and that but what he didn’t know was I have already been made aware of the real situation and he was telling a totally different version from what my sister and mother had told me. He probably thought he was not lying as he have been used to somehow making revisions of things to manipulate people. He may have thought it is okay to do things that way for as long as he gets to have what he wanted. It was aggravating because the longer the conversation got, the more it lead me to recall all the troubles in the past caused by the same action and attitude of his. The longer I listened to him sprouting lies and his manipulation, the stronger the rage I had inside. At the back of my mind, I kept asking when until when I had to continue putting up with it.

As his blabbering went on and on, I have started feeling so indifferent towards him that I did not feel like responding to anything at all. I just realized I was just totally fed up and this causes me to be more frustrated. However, by this time, it was also easier for me to rationalize things. I tried to calm myself down not really paying attention to whatever it was he was saying and then I was not feeling any guilt anymore. Logically, no one is supposed to feel guilty for any of this. No matter how much people, even my father, would play the victim. I should not feel responsible for their shortcomings, for him or for my family anymore, for that matter. Excuses, alibis and manipulation are easier done by people who do not man up , who do not take responsibility for their mistakes. One of the worst is they get better at guilt-tripping you making you sound like you are the one doing wrong against them and that you ought to feel pity towards them. Grrrrrr!!!

Honestly, this was all extremely frustrating. I do not really know what I should be feeling now. That conversation is really disturbing my peace. I am bothered by how I acted. I feel like I ought to feel guilty for kind of almost disrespecting them somehow yet logic dictates me that I should not. One part of me is saying maybe they only ask favor from me because they think I am capable of granting what they are asking… but also a part of me has been asking until when will I have to grant those to them or maybe they just did not know any better. In this case, I should have just adjusted. I should have just stayed patient, calm and interested (regardless if I really was not). The least I could have done.

I just do not get it!!!!! Ever since my world began, by this I mean since that time I have been conscious of my existence, I have always lived my best life so I would not cause dishonor to my parents. My decisions growing up were mostly based on the consideration whether it is an honor or a disgrace to them. They are just simple people after all — financially not so well blessed, and the only thing they have is their dignity. In my primary education, I would always aim high mostly because I would want them to be on stage proud of their children or at least one of them, if not all—- doing great and has excelled in school; a thing I noticed most of the parents in the neighborhood hope their children would give them. They didn’t even have to push me at all. I did it on my own. Isn’t this supposed to be enough? I did everything I could. I have never caused any disgrace or dishonor in my family. They should have at least seen this. 😒🙄

Now, they’re making me feel and think that my practicality is leading me to become a disrespectful child.

For me…

Just feels like this is what I need to counter the thoughts running on my mind these days!

She was there…

At one of the lowest points of my life you were there
Like a guardian angel you were, you never let your presence felt but you were there 
You let us spread our wings, you let me soar high even when  I doubted my capability to fly
You fueled me, set me into the sky 
How lucky was I 
But didn't realize this until one day I took a glimpse of the past and that moment pinch an inkling in my heart making my eyes not like a river that runs dry 

On the 29th of January some few years ago, an amazing human being was born 
Our path collided, little did I know her words were the only ones I needed at that point of my life and I am grateful.  

On the 29th of January some few years ago, an amazing human being was born; This, I want my world to know

What about you? Who are the people you are grateful for?