Invest On Youth

S.O.S. = Save Our Soul -- Mayday - Mayday - Mayday . . ...- . . . - . . Mayday = Panggilan internasional dengan radio minta bantuan dari sebuah kapal atau pesawat terbang. Seorang ekspatriat yang tinggal di Jakarta menulis artikel ini. FYI. Pada waktu saya kembali dari liburan di Bali, saya menggunakan Adam Air rute Denpasar - Jakarta. Saya mendengar maskapai yang relatif baru ini dari beberapa teman, yang menyebutkan bahwa maskapai ini mempunyai pesawat-pesawat yang relatif baru dan diijinkan terbang ke Singapura. Kedengarannya maskapai ini sangatlah bagus, khususnya jika menyangkut masalah tiket sekali jalan yang hanya Rp. 295.00,- yang sedikit lebih mahal dari penerbangan "metro-mini" Lion Air. Penawaran ini sangat bagus, berdasarkan pengalaman saya tinggal beberapa tahun di Indonesia. Tapi kemudian saya mulai berfikir bahwa ini terlalu bagus dan pasti ada yang salah dengan semua ini. Bagaimanapun, saya memutuskan untuk mencoba keberuntungan saya dan terbang bersama Adam A

From Priyalinov@gmail com Del Smith, the millionaire founder and chairman of Evergreen International Aviation , has often said , "Thank God I was born poor ; I learned how to work". Like many others who made it to the top on their own, Smith believes that the greatest gift that can be given to a child is to teach him or her the value of work. It is a gift that can never be lost or stolen. It's a natural desire of parents to give their children material things they didn't have as children. Such generosity, however, often deprives children of the greatest gift you can give them : confidence in their ability to take care of themselves. When you make life "hard" for your children by requiring them to learn the value of work, they will have a far greater likelihood of success as adults.

Do They Really Hate Islam? By Idris Tawfiq British Writer and Speaker

By Selma A. Cook Managing Editor - Youth 4 the Future

By Aiman S. Ahmed She lived in this strange country where I am now Before returning to Basra with grandma Father was a teacher, mum played guitar With round-eyed gaze, Hiba watched the moat O free country, why have you caged my friend? O free country, I'm not your salesman! And as I walk your streets, I miss home Where there was no blood of the poor I guess you don't like me anymore Because I oppose your wars of conquest And the price to pay as you trail The footsteps of predatory Uncle Sam Where is my flag, you ask Or do you forget there's a hole in my heart Big enough for a bullet to pass As you rip the carcass of the dead? Beasts are nursed in your clinics But humanity is shattered abroad And Hiba was a child, what do you suppose? O free country, have you seen my friend? O free country, make a thousand amends! I stumble in the dark with your crimes My only respite is to speak out time after time You say I am a supporter of terrorism You say I'm anti