關於 good morning coffee and flowers gif ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

9. 👭👬 Friends

Friends are like walls, sometimes you lean on them, sometimes it’s good just knowing they’re there.

If it weren’t for the thick and thin, I would have never have knew who my real friends were.

Despite how late she gets off work, sometimes sacrificing her weekends, she always brought happy food to visit me. She simply asks, are you okay? I would nod my head like always, and then we would shoot the breeze, and end the day with laughter.

When I was still in hiding, swollen with steroid, she sent me a flower through text every morning. She knows that was all I needed to brighten up my day. I spent my birthday in the hospital that year. She drove to the hospital with a bouquet of my favorite flowers and card, left it with Samuel, and drove away.

As straight forward as she is, she declares the days that she’s free, and pumps me whether I am for going out to grab some coffee or she would come to my place. We would chew the fat, and she never hesitates to put in her two cents when it comes to giving me opinions.

Even Samuel’s friends and colleagues, they treat me as dearly. They brought me food, they traveled with me, taking baby steps. They brought their baby to entertain me when I didn’t have Andrew.

There’s that family we’ve crossed paths so many times until we finally became friends. It all started when the friendly dad asked the son to lend a hand to help me push my wheelchair. The young mom of two, prepares everything that she thinks that I would need for my stay in the hospital.

And my friends from near and far, texting and emailing me checking up on me every now and then, you are all my sunshine.

Lastly, yet the most the important person among all, an Angel was sent to me during my darkest year, she was my savior, she led me out of the woods. She was a Chinese doctor who came to treat me with Chinese therapy and acupuncture, she was always quiet and never said much, however, she had the power to induce me to sob all my sorrows, my feeling of desperation and fear. No one has ever seen me out of sorts or break down like that except for Samuel. She would let me blubber and then she would soothe me with words of wisdom and things that I don’t even remember now. Maybe her real job is a hypnotist? Whatever she said or did, she pulled me out of the drowning whirlpool. It’s hard to believe that we are even friends now, for she is an Angel, and I am just so human.

I never knew I had so many friends and angels around me until now. I am so grateful to have you all.

Thank you.
♥️

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เมื่อวานเพื่อนคนหนึ่งอายุครบ 40 ปี เขียนสรุปบทเรียนจากชีวิตตัวเองไว้ยี่สิบกว่าข้อ หนึ่งในนั้นคือ--ความสำเร็จไม่มีจริง มีแต่ความสุขในแต่ละวันที่ได้สัมผัส และข้อถัดมาคือ--ชีวิตไม่ต้องมีเป้าหมายก็ได้ แค่มีความสุขกับการได้เจอ ได้ทำ ได้สัมผัส ได้ใช้ชีวิต อ่านแล้วผมว่าน่าสนใจดี เพราะชีวิตทุกวันนี้เรามุ่งมั่นกับสองสิ่งที่เพื่อนผมบอกว่า 'ไม่มีจริง' และ 'ไม่ต้องมีก็ได้'

มานั่งคิดดู ผมพบว่าความสำเร็จกับเป้าหมายเป็นสิ่งเดียวกัน ถ้าไม่มีเป้าก็ไม่มีหมุดหมายว่าสำเร...
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Yesterday, a friend turned 40 years old, wrote a summary of twenty lessons from his life. One of them is -- success is not real. Only happiness in each day that you touch and the next thing is -- life doesn't need goals. Just be happy with To meet, experience, live, read and I think it's interesting because we are committed to two things that my friends say ' not real ' and ' don't have to have to have '

Thinking about it. I found that success and goals are the same thing. Without Target, there is no pin. When setting the top of the mountain as a goal. When I reach, when I reach, when I lift the goal, success

The question is, can we live without setting a destination if we can, what to do?

Imagine if we keep walking, no goal, no direction and confused. Because every path is equal value. Nothing is better than anything when we don't take our own cravings. The confusion there can cause two possibilities is one - we step. My legs are not out because I don't know where to walk and two - we keep walking around because there is no right way so there is no wrong way either.

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The older I get, the more I find that no answer works for every moment and age of young life. Goals are important. We need to know and determine what to spend time and energy for.

Then live a young life like a ' Magnifying Glass ' that combines sunlight into ' one point '.

' Target ' makes us ' FOCUS '

Focus may bring more stress. If you focus on the same point, the same thing for a long time. One day we may question ourselves -- is there only this life?

As time passes after burning many sheets of paper, we may find that the focus of light to burn the paper is no longer fun and not challenging. The success of setting fire is no longer meaningful. So we raise the magnifying glass.

What we find is that when light doesn't unite, when we don't keep staring at a small piece of paper that we want to finish the fire, we find that there are many more worlds outside paper to find and the sun shines in every direction.

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In another age, we are less interested in 'goal' and enjoy touching what life gives, beauty, experience or even problems and obstacles.

When we don't focus on one point, we open for everything.

No need to travel to the pinned mountain top. You will be happy. Walking into the alley and find beautiful flowers on the way. It also brings a smile.

Because the top of the mountain is not as important as before. For those who have come up to many orders.

On the opposite, small flowers, clouds in the sky and the smile of the near ones, including the good vibes of those who met on the way that I used to overlook when I was still ' FOCUS ' narrow ' that makes me feel good. It's the charm of traveling because it's a new Looking at the top of the mountain

It's okay to walk like this. It's okay and success is not as important as touching good things in front of you. But this is because I have been aiming and achieved in a certain amount.

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In this age, when putting the magnifying glass, putting the mountain top goal, we will be wide open for everything, events and all paths.

When there is no 'way only' I want to go, I can go anywhere.
When there is no ' success ', there is no ' failure '
When there is no ' expectation ', you will not be ' disappointed ' with what you

And life is more open to everything on the way than 'must be the top of the mountain' is easier to be happy.

Because happiness is no longer waiting on the top of the mountain. Our eyes change to look and feel the happiness in everyday in the small details of life such as the smile of a child or lover. A good book. Flowers Bloom in the morning. The Fragrance of coffee.

And if there is nothing like your heart, just move on. Find a way to continue because it doesn't have to be ' like that ' anymore. It can be other ways when we are more flexible with goals.

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In a world that is not heart, there is always something for us to smile and be happy. We see the world and life more compromise with it. In fact, it's more compromise with ourselves.

There is no wrong way. There is no wrong way. Waiting to experience the path will be different from a young age. When the way is blocked, the rest is unacceptable way.

In fact, life always has way more than one.

These things arrive, one day, it happens. Those who come through these experiences before. We meet. Until one day we will stop playing the magnifying glass.

The day we put the magnifying glass, we found that the world was bigger than ever.

Life is more expansive than the framework of success we define and beautiful details to put down the magnifying glass before we can see.

There are many beautiful things besides the mountain top.

No need to light the fire. Just enjoy the sunlight.

However, setting a small mountain top makes us know where we wake up. The difference from young age is that we target only to draw roughly, not to die with that goal.

It's good to get there. It's good.

Because every path has beautiful things while waiting.

On the way too fail.

When Flexible with goals, we find that apart from victory or success, life has other types of beauty.

Just look outside the paper plate that we take to death with the light by combining light. Only a small spot of life.Translated

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ผมไม่ค่อยมีรูปถ่ายกับแม่ รูปนี้ถ่ายเมื่อสองเดือนก่อนในวันที่รู้สึกว่าตัวเองผิวเนียน เพราะไปถ่ายรายการแล้วเขาแต่งหน้าทาแป้งให้ นั่งลงข้างแม่ก็เลยสะกิดว่า-มาถ่ายรูปกัน เราไม่ค่อยมีรูปถ่ายแบบตั้งอกตั้งใจด้วยกันสักเท่าไร แม่เป็นคนไม่ชอบถูกถ่ายรูป และผมอาจติดนิสัยนั้นมาด้วย บ้านเราจึงเป็นบ้านที่มีรูปของพวกเราน้อยเหลือเกิน แต่นั่นไม่ได้หมายความว่าความทรงจำที่มีต่อกันจะน้อยตามจำนวนรูป

ทุกวันแม่ เมื่อได้นั่งดูภาพแม่ๆ ของเพื่อนพ้องน้องพี่ ผมมักรู้สึกเสมอว่า ทำไมแม่ของคนอื่นเขาเยาว์ว...
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I don't have a lot of photos with my mom. This photo was taken two months ago. On the day that I felt like I had smooth skin because I went to take a show. He made up and put powder to sit down next to my mom. So mom poke me - let's take a No matter how much you don't like to be photographed and I may be addicted to that habit. So our house is a few pictures, but that doesn't mean the memories are less as many photos.

Every day, mother, when I sit and see the photos of mother of friends and sisters. I always feel why other people's mother is so young. My mother used to be young. But after many times of disease comes to say hi to many times and many diseases, mother is like being hit. Sucking my life energy but mother's eyes are always bright when listening to me tell you about this story.

Yes, I am a little jealous of my friends. In the corner that they and mom may have a long time left in this world. This is not the cuddle auspicious story when I tell new technology to dad and mom. I told you that in ten years - twenty years, the world will change like this. Dad and mom will say that time, dad will be in another star.

We are old enough to accept and know the fact that humans have limited time. Love and relationships are limited.

Even I don't think that's a concern between us. As long as breakfast, we still drink coffee, crackers, and talk to each other.

We can't stop flowers from wither, but when we spend time with flowers, the age of flowers looks longer -- yes, quality time

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I need to ask mom to talk more often because my mom asked me to talk less. Your age has arrived at the age where the brain is getting tired. Some doctors may call it dementia. The way is to encourage your brain to work. Review memories both old and new. Put new stories for your brain to think, analyze, digest.

Sometimes I accidentally think that I want my mom to give birth to me when she was younger, but I think it's good because I like how my mother raised me at the age. If you were younger, I was raising me, I might be a boy. Another personality can be.

There are many details of mom's change that all of us in the house need to learn, adapt and understand. But I won't tell you about this in public. You will be shy

Compared to mothers at a younger age, we may see that these things are ' not normal ' but I think it is normal for a human being who brings his body, brain and heart to near eighty years old. It's normal -- that people around you must be. Adapt, not take him earlier as 'normal' and want him to be like that. No change.

Mom walks slower, think slower, talk less. The jealous thing is that mom sleeps more often. Sleep most often in the house. If there is an Olympic Match, you should get a medal because even if she is lifting a cup of coffee cup of coffee, mom can sleep.

I often tease my mom by snap my fingers or call mom's name and say " are you sleeping like a teacher calls a student behind the room. Mother will cringe and make a shy face - no, just close my eyes for a second.

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When everyone adjusts open arms to receive ' new mother ' at this age, we all found our own ' new identity ' as well. Dad became a calmer. My sister became a caretaker of everything. I became the one. Keep stimulating my mother's brain and body. I touch my mother's body more. Squeeze massage the confusing hands to relax. Hug Mom every morning and every morning before leaving home and never abandon what we have done regularly since we were young is kiss each other. Every time before disband to do each person's duty, morning and night, I know that this is how to refuel mom back to have a full tank of oil again. and no matter how old you are, your cheeks are soft, never change.

Now mother is like a tree that everyone in the house cherish. The more fragile the more fragile the heart of the house is slowly getting softer and softer.

Like Mom teaching us the last lesson by new way, not teaching with words like you did, but teaching by using mother as a teaching media.

This lesson, mother teaches us to have a gentle heart, reduce self centered on judging others. Have an open mind, understand, take care of self-love and in others the best.

Mom taught me that humans are fragile and need a gentle touch, not only to touch the body if it includes touching the heart.

Yes, mom makes our hearts more soft through the changes in this age of my own age.

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Yesterday our family went to lunch together like every day. Mom like we do often. But before mom took me and my sister to eat. Now my sister and my sister took mom to eat.

While driving home, my mom told me, " it rains often. Don't drive fast this is what mom reminds me about when I sit on the car until one day mom didn't get in the car and it rains. I might hear it. Mother's voice floats in the head

There are many things that mother taught me who to go to pick up something on his hand. or if you work with someone, don't think about anything fussy. Don't think about him. Think about what you can give him and more. Mom said the same sentence between us drinking coffee for over twenty years. If Milo Ovaltine in childhood, it's over thirty years. These things always come up in some times.

Yesterday my mom told me that mom saw Emma coming to " Emma's house. It's mom. I asked her how is Emma. She said she looks fine. I asked. Did you talk about anything? Mom said she didn't talk about anything but I'm glad that Emma is fine.

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Yesterday, when I walked out of the restaurant while I was leash my mom, I suddenly lost it. I was shocked. I tried to grab my mom's arm. Luckily it didn't hit anything serious. We all held mom up. Mom said she said she would like to sit down for a while. Not long I can stand up.

I may be shocked to think that the mother who used to walk eloquent. Why did you fall so easily? I asked mom if she was shocked. Mom said she was not shocked. She fell like this often and I was surprised by the answer. Of course I was worried and funny. One thing I know. It's always good. When mother has a problem. Mom always says that she's okay because she doesn't want kids or dad to worry.

Mother is the last one who thinks of herself

When I ask mom what mother's day I want to eat, the answer is - ehhh what do you want to eat?

When I held my mom up after falling, I thought about my childhood picture. When my mom was leashed me and I stumbled. Mom was the one who pulled my arm up and made a Chinese spell "hapo" which would translate Thai "Oh, it doesn't hurt baby" the picture is so similar. We just switched roles and it's a little different that when I was young, I fell down, but my mother had no tears.

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I wrote to my mom with regards. Sounds funny what I miss. I just went to eat together and I'm actually about to have coffee with my mom after writing this journal.

But I really "miss" my mom.

It must be difficult to explain what missing means. I miss you. When you were stronger. I miss you when you went anywhere with nothing to worry about. I miss you when you were talking to me. I miss you. I miss you. When Mom was more fierce and looked at me in things and... I miss you now when I thought you wouldn't have coffee with me like we did all our life.

Someone told me that my parents never left us. They are in us. I may meet mom some rainy days. I may see mom some morning that I pick up crackers out of the can because I ate this snack with Milo Ovaltine since I was a little kid. This is the one who broke this crispy snack into a cup. When it was soft, it was soft, it was delicious. I might meet my mom while working with someone and got my problem. I may meet mom on a bad day with life, which my mother always tells me, " it's like this. If you don't do anything, there is no problem. If you do, you do, there will be

And I may meet my mom on the day when I feel weak, not confident in myself. Mom may stand and smile somewhere and tell me "ehhh can do it"

That's it. It's missing something like this.

Luckily mom is still sitting there at the same coffee table today.

And this morning I still have a chance to have coffee with mom

I still kiss my mother's cheeks and I still get her cheeks.Translated