User talk:Marial Mangar Akol

My name is Marial Mangar Akol, I am undergraduate in University of Juba, first I did my primary education in Amer Comboni primary school and my secondary education in Rumbek National Secondary School. Regardless of so many challenges that on my way toward education, I will by all means manage to make sure i completed my university level. This is how i was.

“My name is Marial Mangar Akol once again, i am a good friend but some time I may have said the same thing before...but my explanation, I am sure, will always be different.” “The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”

Some do not do what i do simply because, I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

Friends are never earned, they're a gift from the loving God and they're precious beyond human valuation, but you dare not take them for granted or they'll drift away like smoke and the warmth of their caring will vanish like the chill of the endless night. Most of my friends are unknown, and they probably won't rate an obituary unless they live and die in small towns where nothing much ever happens; but a few of my friends are big people, they've made the world ring with laughter down to its deep, burning core--they're famous, sensitive, talented, and their names are household words; yet they are no more precious in God's eyes or in mine than those wonderful nobodies who live and die in small towns. Who is your friend? He's someone who warms you with a nod, or with the unspoken words in hard times when you're hurting beyond words. Who is your friend? She's someone who holds you to her breast and signs softly into your hair when no other medicine can stop the pain. A friend is someone who clinks his glass against yours or answers the phone at three in the morning when you're lost and with a few words of encouragement and concern makes you realize you aren't really lost at all. Friends come in both sexes and in all shapes and sizes. The most important thing they have in common is the ability to share with you your most sky-splitting joys or your deepest, most awesome sorrows. For they are your friends.