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Every morning, the CEO of a large bank in New York walks to the corner where a shoe shine is always located. He sits on the couch, examines the Wall Street Journal, and the shoe shine gives his shoes a shiny, excellent look.

One morning the shoeshine asks the Executive Director:
- What do you think about the situation in the stock market?

The Director asks in turn arrogantly:
- Why are you so interested in that? Do you have money to invest?

"I have a million dollars in your bank," the shoeshine says, "and I'm considering investing some of the money in the capital market."

- What's your name? –Asks the Director.
John Smith

The Director arrives at the bank and asks the Manager of the Customer Service:
- Do we have a client named John Smith.?

- Certainly answers the Customer Service Manager, he is a highly esteemed customer. He has a million dollars in his account.

The Director comes out, approaches the shoeshine, and says:

- Mr. Smith, I ask you this coming Monday to be the guest of honor at our board meeting and tell us the story of your life. I am sure we will have something to learn from you.

At the board meeting, the Executive Director introduces him to the board members:

- We all know Mr. Smith, who makes our shoes shine in the corner; But Mr. Smith is also our esteemed customer with a million dollars in his account. I invited him to tell us the story of his life. I am sure we can learn from him.

Mr. Smith began his story:

- I came to this country fifty years ago as a young immigrant from Europe with an unpronounceable name. I got off the ship without a penny. The first thing I did was change my name to Smith. I was hungry and exhausted. I started wandering around looking for a job but to no avail.

Suddenly I found a coin on the sidewalk. I bought an apple. I had two options: eat the apple and quench my hunger or start a business. I sold the apple for two dollars and bought two apples with the money I also sold them and continued in business. When I started accumulating dollars, I was able to buy a set of used brushes and shoe polish and started polishing shoes.

I didn't spend a penny on entertainment or clothing, I just bought bread and some cheese to survive. I saved penny by penny and after a while, I bought a new set of shoe brushes and ointments in different shades and expanded my clientele. I lived like a monk and saved penny by penny. After a while I was able to buy an armchair so that my clients could sit comfortably while cleaning their shoes, and that brought me more clients. I did not spend a penny on the joys of life. I kept saving every penny. A few years ago, when the previous shoe shine on the corner decided to retire, I had already saved enough money to buy his shoeshine location at this great place.

Finally, three months ago, my sister, who was a hooker in Chicago, passed away and left me a million dollars from her Life Insurance. 😆❤️

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ผมไม่ค่อยมีรูปถ่ายกับแม่ รูปนี้ถ่ายเมื่อสองเดือนก่อนในวันที่รู้สึกว่าตัวเองผิวเนียน เพราะไปถ่ายรายการแล้วเขาแต่งหน้าทาแป้งให้ นั่งลงข้างแม่ก็เลยสะกิดว่า-มาถ่ายรูปกัน เราไม่ค่อยมีรูปถ่ายแบบตั้งอกตั้งใจด้วยกันสักเท่าไร แม่เป็นคนไม่ชอบถูกถ่ายรูป และผมอาจติดนิสัยนั้นมาด้วย บ้านเราจึงเป็นบ้านที่มีรูปของพวกเราน้อยเหลือเกิน แต่นั่นไม่ได้หมายความว่าความทรงจำที่มีต่อกันจะน้อยตามจำนวนรูป

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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