Hvorfor legger folk inn tragiske nyheter her inne?

[Anonym bruker]

Jo værre jo fortere kommer det inn hit.

Skjønner ikke vitsen i å velte seg i andres tragedie og flere av nyhetsoppslagene er dessuten tungt å fordøye.

 

Min mening....måtte bare si det ;-)

[sånn ca]

Kanskje for å gi en tankevekker til folk..

 

men jeg skjønner at det kan følels litt deprimerende når det blir for mange av dem:S Godt å høre noen gode nyheter også

[Gjest]

Kanskje fordi de for første gang har lest en avis, og oppdaget at verden ikke bare er god...

[Anonym bruker]

Tankevekker? Er det noen som ikke allerede vet at det er mange barn som mishandles eller dør på tragisk vis?

De aller fleste leser aviser daglig på nettet og alle får jo dette med seg, derfor er det så unødig å bli minnet på tragiske ting når man kommer hit inn.

 

Synes jeg da.....

 

HI

[Anonym bruker]

Slutt å les de innleggene da! Ikke værre enn det.

[Anonym bruker]

Jeg gjør jo heller ikke det. Men man vet jo allerde hva det dreier seg om!

 

Dessuten var spørsmålet hvorfor enkelte har trang til å legge inn nyheter inn her.

 

HI

[Anonym bruker]

For mange er det nok (dessverre) gleden over å være den første som "vet" det. Jeg vet noe ikke du vet, liksom.

[Anonym bruker]

Det er snart jul. Kanskje vi skal tenke på andre enn oss selv, og det vi ønsker oss under juletreet?

 

 

[Anonym bruker]

Kan også være for å skape debatt og diskutere temaet litt. en ting er å lese om skjebnene i avisen, men avisen er ofte bare en side av saken.

[Anonym bruker]

Kanskje de reagerte på den nyheten og ville dele den med andre, andre som kanskje ikke har lest nyheten selv enda. Kanskje de vil diskutere saken med andre, da er et jo dette ganske naturlig sted å diskutere, spes når det er noe som fanger oss som foreldre og småbarnsfamilie.

[Cat.68]

Fordi at tragiske, skremmende og opprørende saker i nyhetsbildet går inn på oss,Det gjør noe med oss og berør oss på forskjellige måter. Det lukter ofte og gjerne på forskjellige tabuer som er nok så skremmende, og det er normalt å villa dele ting som skremmer og opprør oss.

 

Gjennom å snakke med andre om det som føles vondt, minsker ofte frykten ,og det gjør godt å se/ høre at det er flere en en selv som freagerer og føler menigsløsheten og maktesløsheten når vi bli tause vitner til ting som ville slå føttene unna oss hvis det var oss selve som ble drabbet.

 

Det er kort sagt helt normalt.

[Anonym bruker]

Jeg er enig med HI. Unødvendig med mindre man advarer i overskriften. Tankevekkere på grusomme hendelser får vi hele tiden. Er man ikke typen som liker å gasse seg i andres tragedier kan man bli nervevrak til slutt.

[Anonym bruker]

When I come to the end of the road,

And the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in gloom-filled rooms,

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little--but not too long,

And not with your head bowed low;

Remember the love that we once shared

Miss me--but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take,

And each must go alone.

It's all a part of the Master's plan,

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart,

Go to the friends we know,

And busy your sorrows in doing good deeds.

Miss me - but let me go.

 

 

 

[Anonym bruker]

If tears could build a stairway,

 

And memories were a lane,

 

I would walk right up to Heaven

 

To bring you home again.

 

No farewell's were spoken,

 

No time for goodbye,

 

You were gone before I knew it,

 

And only God knows why.

 

My heart still aches in sadness,

 

And secret tears will flow,

 

What is meant to me to lose you,

 

No one will ever know.

[Anonym bruker]

TWO TRAVELING ANGELS

 

 

Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family.

 

The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room.

 

Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement.

 

As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it.

 

When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied,

 

"Things aren't always what they seem."

 

The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife.

 

After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest.

 

When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears.

 

Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.

 

The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how could you have let this happen?

 

The first man had everything, yet you helped him, she accused.

 

The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow die.

 

"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied.

 

"When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall.

 

Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it."

 

"Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow instead.

 

Things aren't always what they seem."

 

Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every out come is always to your advantage. You just might not know it until some time later...

 

Some people come into our lives

and quickly go..

 

Some people become friends

and stay awhile...

 

leaving beautiful

footprints on our

hearts...

 

and we are never

quite the same

because we have

made a good

friend!!

 

Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow a mystery.

Today is a gift.

That's why it's called the present!

 

I think life is special...live and savor every moment... This is not a dress rehearsal!

[Anonym bruker]

CHANGE YOUR THINKING

 

 

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.

 

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

 

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

 

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

 

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

 

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats.

 

Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

 

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

 

Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

 

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.

 

The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

 

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.

 

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

 

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

 

Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

 

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

 

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.