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Beginning Today

by Evelyn Dias Beginning today, I will no longer worry about yesterday. It is in the past and the past will never change. Only I can change by choosing to do so. Beginning today, I will no longer worry about tomorrow. I cannot make the most of tomorrow without first making the most of today. Beginning today, I will look in the mirror and I will see a person worthy of my respect and admiration. This capable person looking back at me is someone I enjoy spending time with and someone I would like to get to know better. Beginning today, I will cherish each moment of my life. I value this gift bestowed upon me in this world and I will unselfishly share this gift with others. I will use this gift to enhance the lives of others. Beginning today, I will take a moment to revel in the mysteries I encounter. I will face challenges with courage and determination. I will overcome what barriers there may be which hinder my quest for growth and self-improvement. Beginning today, I will t

Ganvpurush (a spirit that guards the village)

Ghoddpi ani gavpi: Jackson Dias "Te Dis Somple" he VCD-voilean I Hanson, nachon dis kaddinakat cholta-bhonvtana Sodanch tumi rozar korchem utthta-bostana Hanv haltam, tumi haltat konnui dholoinastana Ganvpurush ieun gelo konnank gomoinastana Ch. Tumi hifi katortat, xetam buddoitat Comunidadichea bandar tumi imarot bandtat Man’so uboitat, pulisek khavoitat Barjeavelem diesel chorun bore xekoitat II Kitlem tumkam sanglem, tumi loz naslele Zaite tumkam salvar kele trasan poddlele Nadd-budi korunk tumi pujek boslele Nid tukam poddona, tumi bandar nidlele Ch. Chodd temp cholchim nant, him tumchim dhongam Lokak khobor asa tumi kortat tim sovngam Tumi lokak fottoila, him tumchim kamam Thoddeani fujiu kaddlea, te vochon ravleat Moddgovam III Comunidadichem konnem chorlam, kednach pochchenam Tumchea gharant poi kednach susseg aschonam Tunvem nagoilaim tor tea zagear kednach ravchonam Ganvpurush tuka kednach borean soddchonam Ch. Ha

Build Bridges, Not Fences

Andrea Dias Once upon a time two brothers, who lived on adjoining farms, fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labour and goods as needed without a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence. One morning there was a knock on John’s door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter’s toolbox. “I’m looking for a few days’ work,” he said, “Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there I could help you?” “Yes,” said the older brother. “I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That’s my neighbour; in fact, it’s my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I’ll do him one