Finding the PONY

FINDING THE PONY

I attended a Family Wellness instructor course conducted by St Andrews' Lifestreams last month and this was one of the many highlights that I took away.


The story goes like this:
Two siblings came home on Christmas eve to a pile of pony shit under the Christmas tree...

How horrible and terrible this must be....

But like in all things, everything is a perspective and based on how you want to perceive something as....

The older brother cursed, complaining about the CRAP that was under the tree. He shouted saying, "WHHHHHHHAT? I can't believe we got SHIT for Christmas! Could dad but any worst!!!!!!!!"

The younger son on the other hand, ran around the house in excitement and cheer...actively searching for something.....

What could he be possibly happy about?

What could he be searching for and why was he so optimistic?

The older brother shouted at him and asked, "What are you looking for? Aren't you pissed at dad and mom?"

The younger brother replied.... "Well if there is fresh shit under the tree....THERE MUST BE A REAL LIFE PONY!!!!!!! WHHHHOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPIEEEEEEEE! I LOVE DAD AND MOM"


Many of us tend to focus on the negative 'craps' that we encounter in our lives never taking time to see what's the blessing behind every circumstance. We take things for granted and we are quick to judge the intentions of those around us.

The moral of this story is that in every situation there is always a PONY.

Reframe your mind to choose to see the blessings behind every circumstance that occurs in your life. I know it sounds impossible....but possibilities are what we choose to make out of a give situation.


For example:

When you mom shouts at you when you are about to burn yourself while frying a meal for yourself....

She might come across as rude and condescending:

"Boy ah! Don't be an idiot! Don't touch the pan!"

But what is she really saying?

What are her intentions?

Is she actually trying to tell you to be careful cause she is concerned about your safety? Does she want to teach you to be wary of dangers that you come across? Does she care for you...and that is why she is telling you not to harm yourself?

There are many reasons....

But it may not have been communicated as such.

Communication is key but as the receiver of such bad communication, our job is to FIND THE PONY.

Try responding, by saying:

"Mom, thank you for loving me and for watching out for my safety"........


instead of snapping back at her (which I am guilty of to my mother) and saying:

"Stop shouting! Can't you see that I know that?!"


Question yourself....

Which response will establish a better relationship with your mother? Which response would allow you to probably SHOCK your mom to realise that she may be in the wrong for using such UGLY words and tone?

TRY THIS.

It is hard....I'm definitely not saying it is easy...but it is worth a try....


Hope you guys got something out of this:)

Quote of the week

"Success in life is a matter not so much of talent or opportunity as of concentration and perseverance."

C. W. Wendte

The Duck & the Devil

This is simple and to the point!


The Duck & the Devil


There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm.

He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods.

He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target.

Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner.

As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck.

Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved!



In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his
sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.

After lunch the next day Grandma said, 'Sally, let's wash the dishes'

But Sally said, 'Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.'

Then she whispered to him, 'Remember the duck?'

So Johnny did the dishes.

Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, 'I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.'

Sally just smiled and said, 'Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help'

She whispered again, 'Remember the duck?' So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.

After several day of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's; he
finally couldn't stand it any longer.

He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck.

Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, 'Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.'

Thought for the day and every day thereafter?



Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done... And the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.) ..whatever it is...You need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing.

He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.

The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness;

He not only forgives you, but He forgets.

It is by God's grace and mercy that we are saved.

Go ahead and make the difference in someone's life today.

Share this with a friend and always remember:

God is at the window!

When Jesus died on the cross; he was thinking of you!

Hear what Jobs has to say.........

Stanford Report, June 14, 2005
'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says
Printable VersionThis is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Inspiration Speech

My friend sent me this inspirational speech...so I thought I'll share it with everyone

Enjoy


Life and How to Survive It

Below is a speech to the graduating class of 2008 at NTU
convocation ceremony last week by Adrian Tan, a
litigation lawyer and the author of The Teenage
Textbook. Read it! It's hilarious but very meaningful.



I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee
Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for
inviting me to give your convocation address. It's a
wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here
for ten minutes without fear of contradiction,
defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean
and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way
except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She
corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert
skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising
at home during conversations between her and me.

On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I
spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make
my living being disagreeable.

Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our
matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a
litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is
always the wife.

And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to
the men: when you've already won her heart, you don't
need to win every argument.

Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of
you may already be married. Some of you may never be
married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will
enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many,
many times. Good for you.

The next big milestone in your life is today: your
graduation. The end of education. You're done learning.

You've probably been told the big lie that "Learning is
a lifelong process" and that therefore you will continue
studying and taking masters' degrees and doctorates and
professorships and so on. You know the sort of people
who tell you that? Teachers. Don't you think there is
some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the
business of learning, after all. Where would they be
without you? They need you to be repeat customers.

The good news is that they're wrong.

The bad news is that you don't need further education
because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may
come as a shock to some of you. You're in your teens or
early twenties. People may tell you that you will live
to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life
expectancy.

I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the
term to mean the average life span of a group of people.
But I'm here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what
you expect from your life.

You may be very happy to know that Singapore is
currently ranked as the country with the third highest
life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and
tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in
those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one
thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless.
There's very little danger of any of our citizens having
their pulses raised by watching us play in the World
Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a
gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years.
Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while
Singapore women live more than five years longer,
probably to take into account the additional time they
need to spend in the bathroom.

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you'll
have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to
live long and prosper.

Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping
dead when they're 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite
possibly just after finishing their convocation. They
would be very disappointed that they didn't meet their
life expectancy.

I'm here to tell you this. Forget about your life
expectancy.

After all, it's calculated based on an average. And you
never, ever want to expect being average.

Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward
to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family.
You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to
find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much,
where your responsibilities are so much.

That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to
it, it will be an awful waste.

If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You
will be living your life according to boundaries set by
average people. I have nothing against average people.
But no one should aspire to be them. And you don't need
years of education by the best minds in Singapore to
prepare you to be average.

What you should prepare for is mess. Life's a mess. You
are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not
fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life
happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad
things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by
moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.

Don't expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just
live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in
time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you
are physically the fittest you will ever be in your
entire life and you are probably looking the best that
you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is
all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.

What does this mean for you? It is good that your life
is over.

Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you
the many wonderful things that you can do when you are
free.

The most important is this: do not work.

Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its
very nature, it is undesirable.

Work kills. The Japanese have a term "Karoshi", which
means death from overwork. That's the most dramatic form
of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more
subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit,
your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there's
nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.

There's a common misconception that work is necessary.
You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They
tell you they are "making a living". No, they're not.
They're dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing
lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and,
at worst, harmful.

People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work
lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The
slogan "Arbeit macht frei" was placed at the entrances
to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.

Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing
something you hate so that you can spend the small
remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may
never reach that end anyway.

Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find
something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again.
You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it,
and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in
itself.

I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a
litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I
didn't do that, I would've been in some other type of
work that still involved writing fiction – probably a
sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I
don't imagine you will need to look very hard. By this
time in your life, you will have a very good idea of
what you will want to do. In fact, I'll go further and
say the ideal situation would be that you will not be
able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this
time you should know what your obsessions are. If you
enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior,
you might become a teacher.

Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you,
become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a
restless enthusiasm. If you don't, you are working.

Most of you will end up in activities which involve
communication. To those of you I have a second message:
be wary of the truth. I'm not asking you to speak it, or
write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or
impossible to do those things. The truth has a great
capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that
the closer you are to someone, the more care you must
take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there
is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There
is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth,
without thought to the consequences. It takes great
maturity to appreciate the value of silence.

In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know
it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never
fool the person in the mirror.

I have told you that your life is over, that you should
not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I
now say this to you: be hated.

It's not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who
hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to
the human race has been hated, not just by one person,
but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it
has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused,
murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.

One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it's
often the case that one is hated precisely because one
is trying to do right by one's own convictions. It is
far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be
accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one
will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the
average. That cannot be your role. There are a great
many bad people in the world, and if you are not
offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is
a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.

The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.

I didn't say "be loved". That requires too much
compromise. If one changes one's looks, personality and
values, one can be loved by anyone.

Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may
seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to
happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false.
Modern society is anti-love. We've taken a microscope to
everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It
far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than
otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love
requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only
kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration,
learning, attraction and something which, for the want
of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone,
we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We
learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We
celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.

Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is
also important to choose the right person. Despite
popular culture, love doesn't happen by chance, at first
sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly,
sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It
is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers
every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that
the face is less important than the brain, and the body
is less important than the heart.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your
love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be
loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure
when it comes to loving someone. You either don't, or
you do with every cell in your body, completely and
utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes
you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

Don't work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love
someone.

You're going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there's
no life expectancy.

My First Day at Yellow Pages

Today was my first day at Yellow Pages Singapore.

Boy its a different feel to be desk bound again. I was brought around to tour the 7 storey building and got familiarised with the departments and people. I thank God for loving parents who helped me gel into the corporate life once again.

The most reassuring and encouraging thing they did on top of sending me to the door step of my office (btw, my mother is usually hit by the ZZZZ monster, so her waking up to send me was an extreme but pleasant shock:) ) was the fact they sent me 'love' smses - to see if I was doing fine.

It added so much joy to my day at work and created a warm and fuzzy feeling of being belonged. I thank my parents for their words of affirmation. This by far is one of my top 'love languages' best received.

So to the parents reading this,

Please remember to take some time to sms or call your child up. A simple encouraging or affirming sms can brighten your child's day. It will mean the world to them especially if you aren't someone who expresses your feelings much.

But TRUST ME... Your child will be touched even if they pretend that they aren't


This is me signing off for now.

Cheers

Jacyln


PS: I hope to write entries on a more frequent basis from now on. Please view my blog for updates on my life and for additional articles and chapter previews in the near future:) God bless

Giving and Receiving

The Giving and Receiving doctrine has some key elements which are the foundation:

GOD
1. GOD has NEEDS
2. GOD is SUBJECT to the LAW of GIVING and RECEIVING
3. GOD must GIVE in order for His NEEDS to be MET
4. GOD must GIVE to HUMAN BEINGS
5. GOD GAVE His Son to HUMAN BEINGS as a result of His NEED to GIVE
6. GOD receives MORE than He GAVE in the form of MILLIONS of HUMAN SOULS
5. HUMAN BEINGS are the REWARD to GOD for His GIVING


HUMAN BEINGS
1. HUMAN BEINGS are SUBJECT to the LAW of GIVING and RECEIVING
2. HUMAN BEINGS can GIVE to GOD in order to MEET His NEEDS
3. HUMAN BEINGS can GIVE to GOD in order to MEET their own NEEDS
4. GIVING means GIVING MONEY to a "ministry" which is equated with GIVING to GOD
5. GOD has nothing to work with unless HUMAN BEINGS GIVE MONEY to a "ministry"
6. GIVING MONEY to a "ministry" will cause GOD to return MONEY to the giver that is GREATER than the initial GIFT (100-fold or more)
7. MONEY is the REWARD by GOD to HUMAN BEINGS for their GIVING of MONEY