Comments for Free the Spirit http://haibo.ca With faith as our guide Fri, 16 Dec 2011 06:43:39 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 Comment on Short Story – Life in Romance! by 王 海波 http://haibo.ca/2011/04/life-in-romance/#comment-15 王 海波 Fri, 16 Dec 2011 06:43:39 +0000 http://haibo.ca/?p=1482#comment-15 Thank you! Thank you!

]]> Comment on Short Story – Life in Romance! by Ashkan http://haibo.ca/2011/04/life-in-romance/#comment-14 Ashkan Sun, 04 Dec 2011 21:40:34 +0000 http://haibo.ca/?p=1482#comment-14 the websit is very good. the websit is very good.

]]> Comment on “Wasted”! by Stéphane Volet http://haibo.ca/2010/12/wasted/#comment-13 Stéphane Volet Mon, 13 Dec 2010 02:38:31 +0000 http://haibo.ca/?p=1328#comment-13 Your post is in two parts.. the first with the grand mother (sounds quite interesting how she came through this really turbulent epoch)... The second part is more familiar: expectations, destiny, fate and one's aspirations. It goes to say, it is hard for parents who wish happiness for their progeny to refrain from spelling it out too explicitly (artist shall not be a business person, a professor shall not be a new born christian, a doctor shall not be a rocker...). Freedom is owning your destiny, even if that destiny appears "wasted" to others. Your post is in two parts.. the first with the grand mother (sounds quite interesting how she came through this really turbulent epoch)…

The second part is more familiar: expectations, destiny, fate and one’s aspirations.

It goes to say, it is hard for parents who wish happiness for their progeny to refrain from spelling it out too explicitly (artist shall not be a business person, a professor shall not be a new born christian, a doctor shall not be a rocker…). Freedom is owning your destiny, even if that destiny appears “wasted” to others.

]]> Comment on 会飞翔的猫！The Cat That Can Fly! by 王 海波 http://haibo.ca/2010/09/%e4%bc%9a%e9%a3%9e%e7%bf%94%e7%9a%84%e7%8c%ab%ef%bc%81the-cat-that-can-fly/#comment-6 王 海波 Mon, 13 Sep 2010 19:04:19 +0000 http://haibo.ca/?p=1092#comment-6 The lost of our children They are between Hell and Heaven Time advances, but hearts darkened Is love more precious after being lost? Does life earn more dignity after being re-found? How long does it take us to breathe without gasp? How difficult is it to return to nature without going through the ups and downs? The lost of our children
They are between Hell and Heaven
Time advances, but hearts darkened
Is love more precious after being lost?
Does life earn more dignity after being re-found?
How long does it take us to breathe without gasp?
How difficult is it to return to nature without going through the ups and downs?

]]> Comment on Me and my Garbage Men! by Stéphane Volet http://haibo.ca/2009/05/me-and-my-garbage-men/#comment-2 Stéphane Volet Wed, 06 May 2009 15:14:28 +0000 http://haibo.ca/?p=816#comment-2 You are lucky indeed to have such nice garbage men. Usually, when they're working for private contractors, they are paid according to the number of streets they can do. Hence they're very much in a hurry and will disregard anything that might slow them down (like untied garbage, dangerous materials... ). You are lucky indeed to have such nice garbage men. Usually, when they’re working for private contractors, they are paid according to the number of streets they can do. Hence they’re very much in a hurry and will disregard anything that might slow them down (like untied garbage, dangerous materials… ).

]]> Comment on Birthday Gift to My Son! by Stéphane Volet http://haibo.ca/2009/01/letter-to-my-son/#comment-1 Stéphane Volet Fri, 30 Jan 2009 20:20:59 +0000 http://haibo.ca/?p=628#comment-1 Happy Birthday Lumberboy!... There's nothing quite like the emotional investment we put in kids... seeing them grow up — and grow up well — is a feeling difficult to describe. They inherit at once our flaws and our best hopes… in the end, seeing them off to a happy fulfilled life is the best reward. Happy Birthday Lumberboy!…

There’s nothing quite like the emotional investment we put in kids… seeing them grow up — and grow up well — is a feeling difficult to describe.

They inherit at once our flaws and our best hopes… in the end, seeing them off to a happy fulfilled life is the best reward.

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