Lived a rich man, jaded benefits of peace, and in one day it was visited by a desire to know the supreme truth, he wanted to find the meaning of existence. He took the issue to his old one teacher, and he offered to go to the desert to the monks. Those supposedly closer to God and know more. They went out and lost their way. Exhausted by the heat and travel, they found that the water is running out. The old man was quite exhausted with thirst and asked his pupil to leave them in the wilderness, and the rest of the water to take to itself. The young man remembered all the care and love he had seen from his teacher, and poured it into the mouth of all the water, did not let the old man die of thirst. And at that time he was the first in many years, he felt joy, without which so long languished. He realized that life - it means to give, donate, simply say, love. He took the old man on his hands and went back. "Where are we?" - Asked the teacher. "Back home, - said the young man. - I understand the meaning of life. "
First came the computer, and then the Internet. I mean - at home. And with it new opportunities. Were familiar to the internet - forums, websites, and blogs. Slowly become friends of "grow" friends. Not all of course, but one of those that "grown up", the friends were great! With some we do not even remember what motivated met, and it is not so important. The place of paper electronic mail came.
While the geography of friends was available for human contact, we got to know and live from then on continued to communicate live. But I have one friend who lives too far away to be able to live like this just to talk - in California. We have known each other for 8 or 9 years old (he is counting, I only remember that the countdown is on October ^ ^). And - it is terrible to even imagine - all 8 (or 9) years, we have tirelessly writing letters to each other (electronic), and occasionally send each other something normal mail - cards and gifts. During this time we have repeatedly tried to meet, but it does not work.
Lived a rich man, jaded benefits of peace, and in one day it was visited by a desire to know the supreme truth, he wanted to find the meaning of existence. He took the issue to his old one teacher, and he offered to go to the desert to the monks. Those supposedly closer to God and know more. They went out and lost their way. Exhausted by the heat and travel, they found that the water is running out. The old man was quite exhausted with thirst and asked his pupil to leave them in the wilderness, and the rest of the water to take to itself. The young man remembered all the care and love he had seen from his teacher, and poured it into the mouth of all the water, did not let the old man die of thirst. And at that time he was the first in many years, he felt joy, without which so long languished. He realized that life - it means to give, donate, simply say, love. He took the old man on his hands and went back. "Where are we?" - Asked the teacher. "Back home, - said the young man. - I understand the meaning of life. "
First came the computer, and then the Internet. I mean - at home. And with it new opportunities. Were familiar to the internet - forums, websites, and blogs. Slowly become friends of "grow" friends. Not all of course, but one of those that "grown up", the friends were great! With some we do not even remember what motivated met, and it is not so important. The place of paper electronic mail came.
While the geography of friends was available for human contact, we got to know and live from then on continued to communicate live. But I have one friend who lives too far away to be able to live like this just to talk - in California. We have known each other for 8 or 9 years old (he is counting, I only remember that the countdown is on October ^ ^). And - it is terrible to even imagine - all 8 (or 9) years, we have tirelessly writing letters to each other (electronic), and occasionally send each other something normal mail - cards and gifts. During this time we have repeatedly tried to meet, but it does not work.