Memoirs of a Hayseed Physicist by Peter Martel


Part 14:
In The Beginning:
The convent chaplain took me aside one day and asked if I would consider the priesthood. I told him I didn’t think it was possible, especially if he recalled how many times I had confessed the private sin a young man is often addicted to, when he fantasizes about the opposite sex.

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With permission of the author. This is an on going story one paragraph at a time beginning on the post of July 6th.

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I want to make you feel beautiful

Thanks for your visit and 👍s appreciated … Great post perfect for sharing with my friends and followers .. They say beauty is only skin deep … But too God we are his creation and we are all perfect as we were built in his image … Even a blade of grass is perfect … It’s only by labelling everything we change everything … Then it’s no longer perfect … God Bless .. 🙏 .. Ian

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And that day, I told myself :
You will make everyone around you beautiful. And that’s going to be your life.

I toga dana, rekla sam sebi:
Učinićeš sve oko sebe lepim. I to će biti tvoj život.

I have always wondered why do people mix beauty of the body , beauty of face, beauty of youth, beauty of love, beauty of the world. I’ve never understood why people have such simple, and yet, so complicated, ideals of beauty. Everyone tends to have pretty man, hot woman, even beautiful material things by themselves. Why is that? Have you ever wondered what your true beauty is? Have you ever thought about what really makes you beautiful?

Oduvek sam se pitala zašto ljudi mešaju lepotu tela, lepotu lica, lepotu mladosti, lepotu duše, lepotu ljubavi, lepotu sveta. Nikada nisam razumela zašto ljudi imaju tako proste,a opet, izuzetno komplikovane, ideale lepote. Svako teži da…

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The Starfish Story: One step towards changing the world ★ — Deniz Yıldızının Hikayesi: Dünyayı değiştirmeye doğru bir adım. ★


Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.

One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.

He came closer still and called out “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”

The young man paused, looked up…

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First thanks for visit and likes … This story of a book l will never write is a story in itself … As when l was 16 I thought as l was then and when l was 21 it changesd again and again and all through my life l wanted to write … But my ❤️ wasn’t in it until lm the age l am now … So look at your life as a book in itself … Then you will see its full of the wealth of knowledge and wisdom to come as you turn the pages of what is the past and the present will feature at the age you become … Shared you page with friends l now know … Ian