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A smile…

 

A smile costs nothing, but has a great value; he enriches those who receive him, without impoverishing those who give him. It lasts a moment, but we remember it for a long time. Nobody is rich enough to do without it; even the poor can own it. It makes families happy, business prosperous, friendships lasting. A smile rests when we are tired, encourages us when we are depressed, comforts us when we are sad, and helps us to fight all our worries. However, it can not be bought, borrowed, or stolen. It is valuable only when it is given. If you meet someone who does not give you the smile you deserve, be generous, give him yours; because no one needs a smile any more than one who can not give it to others.

© Jay Jay 2019

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Le sourire…

woman in blue and white striped top raising her left hand

Un sourire ne coûte rien, mais a une grande valeur; il enrichit ceux qui le reçoivent, sans appauvrir ceux qui le donnent. Il dure un instant, mais on s’en souvient longtemps. Personne n’est assez riche pour s’en passer; même les pauvres peuvent le posséder. Il rend les familles heureuses, les affaires prospères, les amitiés durables. Un sourire nous repose quand nous sommes fatigués, nous encourage quand nous sommes déprimés, nous réconforte quand nous sommes triste, et nous aide à combattre tous nos soucis. Cependant, il ne peut pas être acheté, emprunté, ou volé. Il a de la valeur seulement quand il est donné. Si vous rencontrez quelqu’un qui ne vous donne pas le sourire que vous méritez, soyez généreux, donnez-lui le vôtre; car personne n’a plus besoin d’un sourire que celui qui ne peut en donner aux autres.

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When I met My Master…

I had walked life’s way with an easy tread, had followed where comforts and pleasures led, until one day in a quiet place, I met the Master face- to- face. With station and rank and wealth for my goal. Much thought for my body but none for my soul, I had entered to win in life’s mad race, when I met the Master face -to-face and blushed to see, that His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me. And I faltered and fell at His feet that day , while my castles melted and vanished away. Melted and vanished and in their place , naught else could see , but My Master’s Face. And I cried aloud ,O, make me meet to follow the steps of  thy wounded feet. My thought is now for the souls of men. I’ve lost my life to find it again. Ever since that day in a quiet place, I met the Master face-to face.