Salon Motivational Quotes

Part 1. My Life Story. - If I can do it, so can you- I was born and lived in one of the most oldest and most beautiful cities in Albania. for 23 years I lived under the communist regime, where everyone was poor, there was no rich people beside the Elite group who dictate the country. Since I was little girl I dreamed of fairy tale life. But for some reason no one was supportive of my dreams. It looked like they were enjoying watching us living in poverty and keep our heads down, for instance I remember when I was in 5th grade I told my literature teacher "When I get older I want to be a beautician." With a smire on her face she said "You are going to be just like your mother, keep having kids in a row" At that time I did not understood what she meant, but I did not expected that answer from an "educated" person, especially your teacher. As I got older I started to isolate myself from all the negative people until one day I asked my uncle to help me to get in a beauty college, he knew people in town that's why, I did not wanted to believe he respond. Even today I can hear his words whisper in my ears, telling me "Beauty college is not for poor children, education is only for rich kids" But that did not stopped me either, I told myself "No one can tell me what I can and can't do" They just motivated me to prove them wrong. Poor children can go to college. So I decided to make a very big move my that would either end it my life or could change my life for ever. Sep 2, 1990 I had it enough of that hell place, communist regime and all the negative people.I decided to leave everyone behind me and move forward in life, I decided to escape the communist and followed my dreams. I was also escaped from army who was chasing to kill us, but mighty God was with us. We made the local news saying "Two young girls were killed today by army forces escaping the borders" but I made it alive to Yugoslavia, I spend almost seven months there in concentration camp. There I meet the love of my life also, we dated for five months, until his visa was approved to come in US, two months later I come to state on March of 1991. New place, new chapter in my life, two weeks later got united, neither of us spoke English, it was very hard to find jobs, we manage to get a job in a local restaurant as a dishwasher and me as a bustable, at that time I was very I found a happy, so I did it with smile on my face. We were living at my husband's cousins unfinished basement. Yes we were sharing a single / twin size bed, we had to saved money so we can get our own apartment, we had nothing insite site. I remember when the manager showed us the appartment, it was green shaggy carpet, I told my husband. "Honey the carpet is thick enough, we don't need mattress to sleep on it, we can sleep on the carpet" later on a co-worker give us some household stuff to start our life with. Later that year our 1st child /daughter was born, two months later we get married in a local Albania church. Life was getting way better than living under the communist regime, later on we have two more children. We decided to bring my parents here so they can help us, I can get back to work or go to school . On April 1, 1998 my father come, we picked him at airport, with tears on his eye he was looking the street lights outside of the car window and said, "America is beautiful country, is land of dreams,....when I die please bury me here and not in Albania" By that time have I learning enough English to continued my education. I went to beauty school. two years later I graduated and got the state license. Yahhhh my dreams start coming true, remember I told you I always wanted to be a beautician. I found a job in a local salon, couple months later I was promoted to a salon manager. I did it for me and not for them who did not believed on me, As I said " I never cared

Part 1. My Life Story. - If I can do it, so can you- I was born and lived in one of the most oldest and most beautiful cities in Albania. for 23 years I lived under the communist regime, where everyone was poor, there was no rich people beside the Elite group who dictate the country. Since I was little girl I dreamed of fairy tale life. But for some reason no one was supportive of my dreams. It looked like they were enjoying watching us living in poverty and keep our heads down, for instance I remember when I was in 5th grade I told my literature teacher "When I get older I want to be a beautician." With a smire on her face she said "You are going to be just like your mother, keep having kids in a row" At that time I did not understood what she meant, but I did not expected that answer from an "educated" person, especially your teacher. As I got older I started to isolate myself from all the negative people until one day I asked my uncle to help me to get in a beauty college, he knew people in town that's why, I did not wanted to believe he respond. Even today I can hear his words whisper in my ears, telling me "Beauty college is not for poor children, education is only for rich kids" But that did not stopped me either, I told myself "No one can tell me what I can and can't do" They just motivated me to prove them wrong. Poor children can go to college. So I decided to make a very big move my that would either end it my life or could change my life for ever. Sep 2, 1990 I had it enough of that hell place, communist regime and all the negative people.I decided to leave everyone behind me and move forward in life, I decided to escape the communist and followed my dreams. I was also escaped from army who was chasing to kill us, but mighty God was with us. We made the local news saying "Two young girls were killed today by army forces escaping the borders" but I made it alive to Yugoslavia, I spend almost seven months there in concentration camp. There I meet the love of my life also, we dated for five months, until his visa was approved to come in US, two months later I come to state on March of 1991. New place, new chapter in my life, two weeks later got united, neither of us spoke English, it was very hard to find jobs, we manage to get a job in a local restaurant as a dishwasher and me as a bustable, at that time I was very I found a happy, so I did it with smile on my face. We were living at my husband's cousins unfinished basement. Yes we were sharing a single / twin size bed, we had to saved money so we can get our own apartment, we had nothing insite site. I remember when the manager showed us the appartment, it was green shaggy carpet, I told my husband. "Honey the carpet is thick enough, we don't need mattress to sleep on it, we can sleep on the carpet" later on a co-worker give us some household stuff to start our life with. Later that year our 1st child /daughter was born, two months later we get married in a local Albania church. Life was getting way better than living under the communist regime, later on we have two more children. We decided to bring my parents here so they can help us, I can get back to work or go to school . On April 1, 1998 my father come, we picked him at airport, with tears on his eye he was looking the street lights outside of the car window and said, "America is beautiful country, is land of dreams,....when I die please bury me here and not in Albania" By that time have I learning enough English to continued my education. I went to beauty school. two years later I graduated and got the state license. Yahhhh my dreams start coming true, remember I told you I always wanted to be a beautician. I found a job in a local salon, couple months later I was promoted to a salon manager. I did it for me and not for them who did not believed on me, As I said " I never cared

7. în Duminica Sfintei Măria Egipteanca, un părinte hirotonit de curând a început un cuvânt despre pocăinţă. A dat câteva exemple de sfinţi care au părăsit păcatul. în biserică se auzeau şuşoteli. Unii credincioşi, în special cei mai în vârstă, nu păreau prea interesaţi de subiect. Două femei depanau amintiri din tinereţe, altele vorbeau 13 Danion Vasile deşertăciuni, comentând lungimea fustei unei femei care venise prima dată în acea biserică sau mirosul neplăcut al cerşetorilor de la poarta bisericii. Părintele a continuat: — Dar există şi mulţi păcătoşi care nu vor să audă de pocăinţă. în parohia noastră, de exemplu: avem un caz, un om căruia îi place să bea mult, despre care vă voi spune câteva cuvinte. Omul acesta, pe care îl cunoaşteţi cu toţii, este un caz care pare irecuperabil. încet-încet, credincioşii care şuşoteau începură să fie atenţi: predica devenea interesantă şi pentru ei - se gândeau că poate părintele va da şi nişte amănunte picante, pentru a le putea discuta la masa de prânz cu cei care nu veniseră să se împărtăşească din frumuseţea sfintei slujbe. — Să vă spun cât de tare a căzut în patima băuturii acest om? întrebă părintele, mirându-se câtă linişte se făcuse în biserică. Nu, nu o să vă spun. Am vrut numai să vă daţi singuri seama că, atâta vreme cât vă vorbeam despre îndreptarea vieţii, unii şuşoteau. Cum a venit vorba despre un păcătos care poate fi bârfit, care poate fi arătat cu degetul, s-a făcut linişte. Nu vă voi mai spune altceva astăzi, decât atât: dacă veniţi la biserică din orice alt motiv, şi nu pentru a fi în comuniune cu Dumnezeu şi a vă ruga împreună cu ceilalţi, dacă vă interesează numai subiectele de bârfă sau subiectele care vă ridică în proprii ochi, fâcându-vă să vi se pară că sunteţi superiori celor care stau la această oră în faţa televizoarelor, ar trebui să vă daţi seama că greşiţi. Biserica este casa lui Dumnezeu. Vreţi să o transformaţi în sală de spectacol, în salon de bârfe? Să nu fie aşa! Luaţi aminte la cursele vrăjmaşului care, dacă nu a reuşit să vă împiedice să ajungeţi la biserică, se luptă să vă sucească minţile şi să vă îndemne să vorbiţi în loc să vă rugaţi sau să ascultaţi cuvinte de folos. Aş mai fi avut multe să vă spun, dar o să vi le spun altădată. Vă las să vă gândiţi singuri dacă vreţi să mergeţi pe calea mântuirii. Şi, dacă nu vreţi, nu ştiu ce rost are să mai veniţi la biserică. Iar dacă vreţi, nu ştiu ce rost are să şuşotiţi şi să clevetiţi, în loc să vă rugaţi lui Dumnezeu cu zdrobire de inimă…