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One day an employee sends a letter to her boss asking for an increase in her salary!!! </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Dear Bo<span style="color: lime;">$$</span><br /><br />In thi<span style="color: lime;">$</span> life, we all need <span style="color: lime;">$</span>ome thing mo<span style="color: lime;">$</span>t de<span style="color: lime;">$</span>perately. I think you<br /><span style="color: lime;">$</span>hould be under<span style="color: lime;">$</span>tanding of the need$ of u<span style="color: lime;">$</span> worker<span style="color: lime;">$</span> who have given <span style="color: lime;">$</span>o much <span style="color: lime;">$</span>upport including <span style="color: lime;">$</span>weat and <span style="color: lime;">$</span>ervice to your company.<br /><br />I am <span style="color: lime;">$</span>ure you will gue<span style="color: lime;">$$</span> what I mean and re<span style="color: lime;">$</span>pond <span style="color: lime;">$</span>oon.<br /><br />Your<span style="color: lime;">$ $</span>incerely,<br /><br />Employee<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">The next day, the employee received this letter of reply:</span><br /><br />Dear<br /><br />I k<span style="color: red;">NO</span>w you have been working very hard. <span style="color: red;">NO</span>wadays, <span style="color: red;">NO</span>thing much has changed. You must have <span style="color: red;">NO</span>ticed that our company is <span style="color: red;">NO</span>t doing <span style="color: red;">NO</span>ticeably well as yet.<br /><br /><span style="color: red;">NO</span>w the newspaper are saying the world's leading eco<span style="color: red;">NO</span>mists are <span style="color: red;">NO</span>t sure if the United State s may go into a<span style="color: red;">NO</span>ther recession. <br />After the <span style="color: red;">NO</span>vember presidential elections things may turn bad.<br /><br />I have <span style="color: red;">NO</span>thing more to add <span style="color: red;">NO</span>w. You k<span style="color: red;">NO</span>w what I mean.<br /><br />Yours truly,<br />Manager</span></div>
</div>Arulkumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769335326489573159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-79442689579224575722012-04-05T18:43:00.004+05:302012-04-14T19:08:30.229+05:30Excellence at Work<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Once a man visited a temple under construction where he saw a sculptor making an idol of God. Suddenly he noticed a similar idol lying nearby. Surprised, he asked the sculptor, "Do you need two statues of the same idol?" "No," said the sculptor without looking up, "We need only one, but the first one got damaged at the last stage."<br /><br />The gentleman examined the idol and found no apparent damage. "Where is the damage?" he asked. "There is a scratch on the nose of the idol." said the sculptor, still busy with his work. "Where are you going to install the idol?"<br /> <br />The sculptor replied that it would be installed on a pillar twenty feet high. "If the idol is that far, who is going to know that there is a scratch on the nose?" the gentleman asked. The sculptor stopped his work, looked up at the gentleman, smiled and said, "I will know it."<br /><br />The desire to excel is exclusive of the fact whether someone else appreciates it or not. "Excellence" is a drive from inside, not outside. Excellence is not for someone else to notice but for your own satisfaction and satisfaction of God.</span></div>
</div>Arulkumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769335326489573159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-30294186722605297232012-04-04T15:29:00.001+05:302012-04-14T19:08:21.581+05:30The Mysterious King<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Once, there was a Kingdom with a mysterious rule for the King, who rules the Kingdom. The rule is “The King can rule the kingdom only for five years. On successful completion of his term, he’ll be left alone, in the inhabitable Forest, filled with wild animals that exist beside the Kingdom. Those who go there will surely die as a prey to wild animals.<br /><br />The First king ruled the Kingdom for five years. Each day the King feared about the day he would be left alone in the forest to die. His fear of death had made him an inefficient King and he was not able to concentrate on ruling. After completing his term, he was carried away by his servants and was left alone in the forest.<br /><br />The Second king came to rule. He was so scared because he saw the fate of him right in front of his eyes, when the First king was leaving. He ruled the Kingdom only for three years. He died on the third year because of the fear and the stress.<br /><br />The third king took over the kingdom. He was ruling happily and efficiently from the first day he became the king. The People were so happy during his period. He was never worried about what was about to come. He enjoyed every day of his life. His term was about to complete within a few days. The people were so sad that they are going to miss a good King. But the King never seemed to worry about the same. The day came and the King was about to leave the kingdom. Huge crowd was standing to send him off. The King waved his hand to the people and went happily.<br /><br />One of his ministers asked him, “King, are you not afraid about your future?”<br /><br />The King smiled and replied,” There is no reason to be afraid. On the First year of my term, when we fought with our neighboring kingdom, I asked all the slaves who lost to us, to go to the Forest and rehabilitate it. On the Second year of my term, I helped them to form a civilization there. On the third year of my term, I’ve asked the people over there to kill all the wild animals. On the fourth year of my term, I’ve taught the People how to cultivate, trade, learn. On the fifth year of my term, I’ve built a huge Palace over there and have created a Kingdom over there. Now my Job is to go there and be a King there too.”<br /></span></div>
</div>Arulkumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769335326489573159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-90315873760082934442012-04-03T17:44:00.004+05:302012-04-14T19:08:11.192+05:30Perspective<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">The train has started
moving. It is packed with people of all ages, mostly with the working
men and women and young college guys and gals. Near the window, seated a
old man with his 30 year old son. As the train moves by, the son is
overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with the scenery outside...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">“See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful" </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">This
behavior from a thirty year old son made the other people feels strange
about him. Every one started murmuring something or other about this
son."This guy seems to be a ``crack...” newly married Anil whispered to
his wife.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops
fell on the travelers through the opened window. The Thirty year old
son, filled with joy “see dad, how beautiful the rain is ..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Anil's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Anil,"
cant you see its raining, you old man, if your son is not feeling well
get him soon to a mental asylum...and don’t disturb public
henceforth"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The old man
hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we are on the way back
from hospital, my son got discharged today morning, he was a blind by
birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain and nature are new
to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconvenience caused....."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The
things we see may be right from our perspective until we know the
truth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt even us.</span></div>
</div>Arulkumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769335326489573159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-72390225123965459492012-03-30T15:45:00.005+05:302012-04-14T19:08:00.889+05:30The Pig and The Horse<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">There was a farmer who had a horse and a pig.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">One day, the horse became ill and he called the veterinarian, </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Who said:</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Well, your horse has a virus. </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">He must take this medicine for three days. </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">I'll come back on the 3rd day and if he's not better, </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">We're going to have to put him down.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Nearby, the pig listened closely to their conversation.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">The next day, they gave him the medicine and left. </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">The pig approached the horse and said:</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Be strong, my friend. </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Get up or else they're going to put you to sleep!</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">On the second day, they again gave him the medicine and left. </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">The pig came back and said:Come on buddy, get up or else you're going to die! </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Come on, I'll help you get up. </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Let's go! One, two, three ...</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">On the third day, again they came to give him the medicine </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">And the vet said:</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Unfortunately, we're going to have to put him down tomorrow.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Otherwise, the virus might spread and infect the other horses.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">After they left, the pig approached the horse and said:</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Listen pal, it's now or never! </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Get up, come on! Have courage! </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Come on! Get up! Get up! </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">That's it, slowly! Great! </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Come on, one, two, three ... Good, good. </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Now faster, come on ... Fantastic! Run, run more!</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Yes! Yay! Yes! You did it, you're a champion!</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">All of a sudden, the owner came back, </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Saw the horse running in the</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Field and began sh! Outing:</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">It's a miracle! My horse is cured! </span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">We must have a grand party. Let's roast the pig to celebrate ! </span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><b style="color: blue;">The Lesson:</b><span style="color: blue;"> this often happens in the workplace. </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Nobody truly knows which employee actually deserves</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">The merit of success, </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Or who's actually contributing the necessary support</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">To make things happen. </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Remember: </span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">LEARNING TO LIVE WITHOUT RECOGNITION IS A SKILL! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"> </span><br /><span style="color: blue;">If anyone ever tells you that your work</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Is unprofessional, remember:</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Amateurs built the Ark [which saved all the species]</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">And professionals built the Titanic [almost all died tragically] </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">DON'T LOOK TO BECOME JUST A PERSON OF SUCCESS, </span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">LOOK INSTEAD TO BECOME </span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">A PERSON WITH VALUES! </span></span></div>
</div>Arulkumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769335326489573159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-90973315802776227022009-11-04T10:46:00.000+05:302012-04-14T19:07:28.474+05:30Praying For U<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">I told GOD: Let all my friends be healthy and happy forever...! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">GOD said: But for 4 days only....! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I said: Yes, let them be a Spring Day, Summer Day, Autumn Day, and Winter Day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">GOD said: 3 days.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I said: Yes, Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">GOD said: No, 2 days! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I said: Yes, a Bright Day (Daytime) and Dark Day (Night-time). </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">GOD said: No, just 1 day! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I said: Yes! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">GOD asked: Which day? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I said: Every Day in the living years of all my friends! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">GOD laughed, and said: You INDIANS know how to negotiate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">But since you are praying and asking happiness for your friends, I can't refuse. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I love everyone who thinks of others first, so don't you worry...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">All your friends will be healthy and happy Every Day! </span></div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-21059884183461200752009-11-04T10:38:00.000+05:302012-04-14T19:03:52.281+05:30WHY GOD ALLOWS PAIN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">They talked about so many things and various subjects.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't believe that God exists." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Would there be abandoned children? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">He looked dirty and unkempt. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know what? Barbers do not exist." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">"No!" the customer exclaimed.<br />"Barbers don't exist because </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">"Exactly!" affirmed the customer.<br />"That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">BE BLESSED & BE A BLESSING TO OTHERS !!!!</span></div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-76629410772838785922009-10-21T09:23:00.001+05:302012-04-14T19:03:34.877+05:30Who is clever?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">One Night 4 College Students Were Playing Till Late Night And Didn't Study For The Test Which Was Scheduled For The Next Day.<br /><br />In the morning they thought of a plan. They made themselves look as Dirty and weird with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and Said that they had gone out to a wedding last night and on their Return. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: blue;">The tyre of their car burst and they had to push the car all the way Back and that they were in no condition to appear for the test.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">So the Dean said they can have the re-test after 3 days. They thanked him and said they will be ready by that time.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">On the third day they appeared before the Dean. The Dean said that as this was a Special Condition Test, All four were required to sit in separate classrooms for the test.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">They all agreed as they had prepared well in the last 3 days.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">The Test consisted of 2 questions with the total of 100 Marks.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">.</span><br /><br /><b><span style="color: red;">Q.1. Your Name...........................( 2 MARKS )<br />Q.2. Which tire burst ?...............( 98 MARKS )<br /><br />A) Front Left<br />B) Front Right<br />C) Back Left<br />D) Back Right ......!!!</span></b><br /><br /><b style="color: blue;">Who is clever...?<br /><br />Teacher or Student...??</b> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-33342473782484681372009-10-21T09:19:00.002+05:302012-04-14T19:06:39.633+05:30Impressive Question and Answer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing very well that there could only be one passenger in your car?</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">* You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first;</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">* or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to ! pay him back.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">* However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer. Guess what was his answer?</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><b><span style="color: blue;">He simply answered:</span></b><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">“I would give the car keys to my Old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.”</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Never forget to “Think Outside the Box.” </span><b><br /></b></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-72577520517921322602009-10-21T09:15:00.000+05:302012-04-14T19:00:57.764+05:30Hell and Heaven<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">A holy man was having a conversation with God one day and said, ‘ God, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man’s mouth water.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">They were holding spoons with very long handles, that were strapped to their arms and each found it impossible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man’s mouth water.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The holy man said, ‘I don’t understand..’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">It is simple,’ said God . ‘It requires but one skill.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Friends are the family that we choose for ourselves...</span></div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-91865364904487538622009-08-20T19:22:00.001+05:302012-04-14T19:00:26.601+05:30Good bye, Mom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />It looks like a sad story…but do continue reading to the end!. It? s a lesson to learn.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">I was walking through the supermarket to pick up a few things when I noticed an old lady following me around.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Thinking nothing of it, I ignored her and continued on. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Finally I went to the checkout line, but she got in front of me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">“Pardon me,” she said, “I’m sorry if my staring at you has made you feel uncomfortable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">It’s just that you look like my son, who just died recently.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">“I’m very sorry,” I said to her, “Is there anything I can do for you?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes,” she said, “As I’m leaving, can you say ‘Good bye, Mom?’ It would make me feel so much better.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sure,” I said. An odd request, but no harm would come of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">As the old woman was leaving, I called out, “Good Bye, Mom!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">As I stepped up to the checkout counter, I saw that my total was $1027.50.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">“How can that be?” I asked, “I only purchased a few things!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">“Your mother said that you would pay for her,” said the clerk.<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> .<br /> </span></div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-63614785133322197382009-08-20T19:21:00.002+05:302012-04-14T18:59:57.926+05:30Positive Approach<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Father: I want you to marry a girl of my choice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Son: "I will choose my own bride!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Father: "I have a husband for your daughter."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Bill Gates: "But my daughter is too young to marry!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Father: "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Father: "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president. "</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">President: "But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Father: "But this young man is Bill Gates's son-in-law."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="color: orange;">Moral:</span></b> Even if you have nothing, you can get anything. But your attitude and approach should be positive.</span></div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-51866430154730054062009-08-20T19:21:00.001+05:302012-04-14T18:59:27.267+05:30Great Logic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">So he put devaki and vasudev in prison. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">At this point a boy raises his hand for a Doubt. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">He says "If kamsa knew that the 8th son would kill him, then why did he put Devaki and Vasudev in Same cell???</span></div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-81836445651945041822009-08-20T19:20:00.001+05:302012-04-14T18:59:05.489+05:30A Couple's Heartbreak<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who is to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn't forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don't multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Take off all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.</span></div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-38684976353845280742009-08-20T19:19:00.002+05:302012-04-14T18:58:51.079+05:30Value of Parents<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The Son replied "It is a crow". </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow". </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's a crow, a crow". </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">A little after, the Father again asked his Son the 4th time, "What is this?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :- </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child". </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents. </span></div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-32790570552526281092009-08-20T19:19:00.001+05:302012-04-14T18:58:28.854+05:30Only One Eye<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">My mom only had one eye. I hated her... She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, 'EEEE, your mom only has one eye!'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, ' If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, 'How dare you come to my house and scare my children!' GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">And to this, my mother quietly answered, 'Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,' and she disappeared out of sight. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages, mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals. Near the window, seated a old man with his 30 year old son. As the train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with the scenery outside... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">“See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">This behavior from a thirty year old son made the other people feels strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other about this son."This guy seems to be a krack...” newly married Anil whispered to his wife. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelers through the opened window. The Thirty year old son, filled with joy “see dad, how beautiful the rain is ..." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Anil's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">Anil," can't you see its raining, you old man, if ur son is not feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum...and don’t disturb public henceforth". </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we are on the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning, he was a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain and nature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconvenience caused....." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know the truth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt even us......</span></div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-67926559083830101832009-01-02T11:11:00.001+05:302009-01-06T15:59:51.193+05:30The Letter<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >She read the letter:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Dear Ruth,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I'm going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Love Always,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >GOD</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer." With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner." She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least." She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. A loaf of french bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk...leaving Ruth with grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"Hey lady, can you help us, lady?" Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we'd really appreciate it."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and, frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway." The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest." She handed the man her grocery bag.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering. "You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street...without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest. "Thank you lady! Thank you very much!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day." She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Dear Ruth,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely meal And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Love Always,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >GOD</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >THIS IS A SIMPLE TEST....... </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-28032759718832850372009-01-02T10:46:00.000+05:302009-01-02T10:47:57.867+05:30WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES, ANOTHER DOOR OPENS<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Becky Ellis was a loving, beautiful little girl; a third grader. She also suffered of Cerebral Palsy, which is a disease that effects a person physically. Becky had three sisters; Sara 14, Melissa 18, who suffered from mental retardation, and Laura who was 19. They were a loving family who lived with Christ in their hearts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">In the winter of '97 around Christmas time, they had gone up to the mountain, where they had a cabin, and rode snowmobiles in the snow. Becky, along with another woman, unfortunately lost control of their snowmobile and crashed right into a tree killing little Becky almost instantly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Many people loved Becky; she was a very friendly, a bright little girl, and was missed by many. However that's only the beginning of the story.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The family asked one of their close family friends to attend Becky's funeral, a pastor. The pastor and his wife had been trying to have a baby for quite some years, and it just never happened. Two days before the funeral, the pastor's wife discovered that she was pregnant. Not only had she finally become pregnant, but the baby was born later that year in October, on the same day of little Becky's birthday.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">That just shows you two things,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">The Lord does answer prayers,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">And that when one door closes, another door opens. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-70212619065864799792009-01-02T10:38:00.000+05:302009-01-02T10:43:12.614+05:30THE TEACUP<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay." My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "let me alone", but he only smiled, "Not yet."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!" I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, "Not yet."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. "There, that's better," I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. "Stop it, stop it!" I cried. He only nodded, "Not yet."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head saying, "Not yet."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, "Look at yourself." And I did. I said, "That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"I want you to remember, then," he said, "I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you'd have dried up.<br /><br />I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you."</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-10168783881522988342009-01-02T10:32:00.000+05:302009-01-02T10:35:43.848+05:30Winning means giving it all<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">As I approached the final mile of the race I realized there were only three opponents left. Obstacles standing between my goal and me.....the finish line.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">As I reached the first opponent, I closed my eyes and heard this message: "You only fail if you fail to try." I peddled with all my might and took his place. One down, two to go.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">As I neared number two I once again closed my eyes. Knowing this one would be harder, I searched for strength. Not only was I more tired than before, but this opponent was the second strongest. Suddenly I heard the voice from within: "You only see the obstacle when you take your mind off the goal." I visualized the finish line and continued to push my body to it's limit and took position number two.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">My last opponent, my last obstacle was in first place for a reason. He symbolized every goal that I hoped to achieve. Knowing this would be the toughest moment of the race, I again closed my eyes. This time I waited for the message. But it didn't come. As the fear rose from inside I realized it was up to me, not this voice, to win the race. With that in mind, I opened my eyes and it hit me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">On the back of my opponent's shirt was the message. It read, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"If you can read this........I'm winning!!!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Then with every ounce of energy in my body and soul, I peddled and fought the toughest battle of my life. As I crossed the finish line, I realized that first place means nothing if you haven't given 150%. There is always someone out there who is a little faster or a little stronger, but the real champion is the one who reaches the finish line with nothing more to give. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-26705220843913594412008-12-30T12:43:00.002+05:302008-12-30T12:46:20.597+05:30Judgments<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the president of Harvard's outer office.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >She frowned. "We want to see the president", the man said softly. "He'll be busy all day," the secretary snapped. "We'll wait," the lady replied.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >For hours, the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't. And the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted to do. "Maybe if they just see you for a few minutes, they'll leave," she told him. And he signed in exasperation and nodded.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, but he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office. The president, stern-faced with dignity, strutted toward the couple.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >The lady told him, "We had a son that attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. And my husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus".</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >The president wasn't touched he was shocked. "Madam," he said gruffy, "We can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery".</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"Oh, no," the lady explained quickly, "We don't want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard. The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical plant at Harvard".</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased. He could get rid of them now. And the lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it costs to start a University? Why don't we just start our own?" Her husband nodded.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. And Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the University that bears their name, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >"Courage is not the absence of fear</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Rather it is the judgment that something else is more important than fear." </span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-36346374902836156412008-12-30T12:38:00.001+05:302008-12-30T12:38:50.674+05:30COMING HOME<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, mom and dad, I want him to live with us."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-30777490045960893162008-12-30T12:15:00.000+05:302008-12-30T12:16:42.436+05:30The Teddy<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">A man told this story to his friend:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">After a car accident put me into the hospital, I felt very angry about a lot of the way my life was turning out. The doctors repaired the major damage done to my body. And after all, the car was just that, a car. But I was laying there feeling pretty sorry for myself. I didn't care to see anyone or talk to anyone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I had been there about a week, the nurses had been good about leaving my door closed. But one bright morning I was awakened by sounds of people out in the hallway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Since I was still feeling sorry for myself, I didn't wake up in a pleasant mood. As I pushed the button to call the nurse, I saw a little boy in the hallway. A cast completely covered his arm, from fingers to shoulder. His face was covered with a smile. In his other hand he was holding a teddy bear.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I heard his mother telling him to sit and wait until she was done. He looked over to me and I had the permanent scowl on my face, but he smiled at me. Then without warning he came running into my room. As I was silently cursing the nurses for leaving my door open, the smile upon his face widened.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">He came right up next to my bed and stood there smiling at me. Then with his good arm he held out his big brown teddy bear. It was missing an eye but I had to admit it was cute. I layed there and stared at him for the longest time. Not knowing what he was wanting from me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">He said, "This is Teddy. He's still sick. He needs to stay here. Could you keep him here till he gets better?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I reached out and took Teddy from his hand. I promised I would take care of Teddy until the time he got better. I also promised to keep him from harm afterwards.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Just then the little boy's mother called to him. He looked back at me and said, "Bye mister, bye Teddy" and ran out of the room. His mother smiled down at him and the nurse wheeled him away. I sat there hugging Teddy for the longest time. The nurse responded to my call just in time to catch the tears rolling down my cheeks and the biggest smile on my face.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I will never forget what that little boy gave to me that day. It was so much more than a well loved, one eyed teddy bear. I have kept my promises to that little boy too.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I have kept Teddy close to me ever since that day in the hospital room, and I have kept that little boy close to my heart. Just recently I sent Teddy to the most special person in my life. She has the most incredible love. I will join her soon and we will keep Teddy for the rest of our lives.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Teddy will always be very well loved. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360325904716391427.post-26154952403822937182008-12-30T11:55:00.000+05:302008-12-30T12:04:46.316+05:30Wonderful Gifts To Others<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">A young man told this story to his friend:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for art collecting. Together, they traveled around the world, adding only the finest art treasures to their collection. Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet and many others adorned the walls of the family estate.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The widowed elder man looked on with satisfaction as his only child became an experienced art collector. The son's trained eye and sharp business mind caused his father to beam with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">One year, as winter approached, war engulfed the nation, and the young man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, his father received a telegram. His beloved son was missing in action. The art collector anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son again. Within days, his fears were confirmed. The young man had died while rushing a fellow soldier to a medic.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Distraught and lonely, the old man faced the upcoming Christmas holidays with anguish and sadness. The joy of the season that he and his son had looked forward to would visit his house no longer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">On Christmas morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed old man. As he walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son was not coming home. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a soldier with a large package in his hands.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">He introduced himself to the old man by saying, "I was a friend of your son. I was the one he was rescuing when he died. May I come in for a few moments? I have something to show you."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">As the two began to talk, the soldier told of how the man's son had told everyone of his, not to mention his father's, love of fine art. "I am no artist," said the soldier, "but I want to give you this."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">As the old man unwrapped the package, the paper gave way to reveal a portrait of the man's son. Though the world would never consider it the work of a genius, the painting featured the young man's face in striking detail.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Overcome with emotion, the man thanked the soldier, promising to hang the picture above the fireplace. A few hours later, after the soldier had departed, the old man set about his task. True to his word, the painting went above the fireplace, pushing aside thousands of dollars worth of art. His task completed, the old man sat in his chair and spent Christmas gazing at the gift he had been given.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">During the days and weeks that followed, the man realized that, even though is son was no longer with him, the boy would live on because of those he had touched. He would soon learn that his son had rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stifled his caring heart.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">As the stories of his son's gallantry contined to reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease his grief. The painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, far eclipsing any interest in the pieces for which museums around the world clamored. He told his neighbors it was the greatest gift he had ever received.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The art world was in anticipation that the collector's passing and his only son dead, those paintings would be sold at auction. According to the will of the old man, all art works would be auctioned on Christmas Day, the day he had received the greatest gift.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The day soon arrived and art collectors from around the world gathered to bid on some of the world's most spectacular paintings. Dreams would be fulfilled this day; greatness would be achieved as many would claim, "I have the greatest collection."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The auction began with a painting that was not on any museum's list. It was the painting of the man's son. The auctioneer asked for an opening bid, but the room was silent. "Who will open the bidding with $100?" he asked. Minutes passed, and no one spoke. From the back of the room came a voice, "Who cares about that painting? It's just a picture of his son." "Let's forget about it and move on to the good stuff," more voices echoed in agreement.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"No, we have to sell this one first," replied the auctioneer. "Now, who will take the son?" Finally, a neighbor of the old man spoke. "Will you take ten dollars for the painting? That's all I have. I knew the boy; so I would like to have it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"I have ten dollars. Will anyone go higher?" asked the auctioneer. After more silence, the auctioneer said, "Going once, going twice, gone." The gavel fell.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Cheers filled the room and someone exclaimed, "Now we can get on with it and we can bid on the real treasures!" The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced that the auction was over.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Stunned disbelief quieted the room. Someone spoke up and asked, "What do you mean, it's over? We didn't come here for a picture of some old guy's son. What about all these paintings? There are millions of dollars worth of art here! I demand that you explain what is going on!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The auctioneer replied, "it's very simple. According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son...gets it all."</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0