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Even the baby couldn’t stand his talking! And that really happened. One day, when I was still in England, I visited a family that had a little kid. Every time the woman neighbor came to visit this neighbor, she talked… oh… her saliva flew all over the place, and her voice was so loud. I don’t know if she was deaf or not, but she talked so, so loud. And every time she just talked for a while, the kid started crying… oh, so loudly, crying his heart out. And when the kid cried, this neighbor woman embraced the kid and comforted him. The louder she tried to comfort the kid, the louder the kid cried; he couldn’t stand it. That’s why sometimes we want to do something good, but we are not capable enough, or we are not worthy, or we are not suitable, well then, we should retreat. Don’t be like that neighbor woman; the more she comforted the kid, the louder he cried. […]
That guy went to buy a birthday (vegan) cake for his wife. So whenever we buy a birthday cake, the vendor often packs some small candles inside. This year, he went there to buy a (vegan) cake again. The lady seller asked, “This year, is it your wife you are buying the cake for? Is this cake for your wife?” The guy said, “Yes, yes. It’s my wife’s birthday.” She asked, “So, this year, how many candles do you want?” The guy answered, “Why do you keep asking me this question? It’s always 30 candles. It’s always 30 candles, every year. Why keep asking?” When you buy a cake for your wife, don’t count the age, understand? Thirty is the maximum. […]
