How do you let go of the person you love . . .

Some people say..
"If you love somebody, you have to let that person go.."
They say, the more you try to grasp sand on your palm,
the sand will drop, but if you hold it loose, it will remain
longer..
My friends tell me to let you go,
But my heart doesn't let me listen to them..
To me, it's so difficult to let you go..
to imagine a life without you..
Tell me please.. What should I do...?
I feel so afraid..
Afraid to wake in the morning to realize that,
you are just a fading memory..
and that you are not apart of my life anymore..
I hate this pain I feel in my heart,
you are the only person who can take it all away..
Please tell me, since I'm completely lost..
Tell me, how do I teach my heart
to live without you..?
to not love you...?
By loosing you, I have lost a part of me..
I've lost my best friend..
I feel like a whole part of me is missing, and
I feel so empty inside..
My heart tells me, that someday things will change..
Some day we'll be at least good friends..
So now I let you go, my love..
And, I'll wait.. Until that day comes . . .

The Proud Red Rose . . .

One beautiful spring day a red rose blossomed in a forest. Many kinds of
trees and plants grew there. As the rose looked around, a pine tree nearby
said, "What a beautiful flower. I wish I was that lovely." Another tree
said, "Dear pine, do not be sad, we can not have everything."

The rose turned its head and remarked, "It seems that I am the most
beautiful plant in this forest." A sunflower raised its yellow head and
asked, "Why do you say that? In this forest there are many beautiful plants.
You are just one of them." The red rose replied, "I see everyone looking at
me and admiring me." Then the rose looked at a cactus and said, "Look at
that ugly plant full of thorns!" The pine tree said, "Red rose, what kind of
talk is this? Who can say what beauty is? You have thorns too."

The proud red rose looked angrily at the pine and said, "I thought you had
good taste! You do not know what beauty is at all. You can not compare my
thorns to that of the cactus."

"What a proud flower", thought the trees.

The rose tried to move its roots away from the cactus, but it could not
move. As the days passed, the red rose would look at the cactus and say
insulting things, like: This plant is useless? How sorry I am to be his
neighbor."

The cactus never got upset and he even tried to advise the rose, saying,
"God did not create any form of life without a purpose."

Spring passed, and the weather became very warm. Life became difficult in
the forest, as the plants and animals needed water and no rain fell. The red
rose began to wilt. One day the rose saw sparrows stick their beaks into the
cactus and then fly away, refreshed. This was puzzling, and the red rose
asked the pine tree what the birds were doing. The pine tree explained that
the birds got water from the cactus. "Does it not hurt when they make
holes?" asked the rose.

"Yes, but the cactus does not like to see any birds suffer," replied the
pine.

The rose opened its eyes in wonder and said, "The cactus has water?"

"Yes you can also drink from it. The sparrow can bring water to you if you
ask the cactus for help."

The red rose felt too ashamed of its past words and behavior to ask for
water from the cactus, but then it finally did ask the cactus for help. The
cactus kindly agreed and the birds filled their beaks with water and watered
the rose's roots. Thus the rose learned a lesson and never judged anyone by
their appearance again . . .

Is this love . . .

Is this love that makes me so sad
Is this love that brings me tear or two
Is this love that happens my heart to burn
Is this love that brings me down to knees

What if love can make me so happy
What if love can bring me smile to my face
What if love can fill my heart with love
What if love can bring me joy and pride

If love so nasty, let it be gone
If love so hasty, let it be forgotten
If love so ignorant, let it be wasted
But if love so lovely, let it be mine . . .

The Hand . . .

Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun
assignment to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.

Most of the class might be considered economically disadvantaged, but still
many would celebrate the holiday with turkey and other traditional goodies
of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subjects of most of
her student's art. And they were.

But Douglas made a different kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind
of boy. He was the teacher's true child of misery, frail and unhappy. As
other children played at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her
side. One could only guess at the pain Douglas felt behind those sad eyes.

Yes, his picture was different. When asked to draw a picture of something
for which he was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else. Just an empty hand.

His abstract image captured the imagination of his peers. Whose hand could
it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raise
turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and
care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds
us. And so the discussion went until the teacher almost forgot the young
artist himself.

When the children had gone on to other assignments, she paused at Douglas'
desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was.

The little boy looked away and murmured, "It's yours, teacher.."

She recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here &
there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, "Take my hand,
Douglas, we'll go outside.." Or, "Let me show you how to hold your pencil.."
Or, "Let's do this together.." Douglas was most thankful for his teacher's
hand..

Brushing aside a tear, she went on with her work..

The story speaks of more than thankfulness. It says something about teachers
teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and how much
it means to the Douglases of the world. They might not always say thanks.
But they'll remember the hand that reaches out . . .

The Most Important Body Part . . .

My mother used to ask me what is the most important part of the body..?
Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer.
When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so
I said, "My ears, Mommy." She said "No-Many people are deaf.. But you
keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon."

Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first
attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer. So this time I told her,
"Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes."
She looked at me and told me, "You are learning fast, but the answer is
not correct because there are many people who are blind.."

Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years,
Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, "No. But
you are getting smarter every year, my young child."

Then last year, my grandpa died. Everybody was hurt.
Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that
especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry.
My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final goodbye to Grandpa.
She asked me, "Do you know the most important body part yet, my son..?"

I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a
game between her and me. She saw the confusion on my face and told me,
"This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in
your life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you
was wrong and I have given you an example why. But today is the day you
need to learn this important lesson.." She looked down at me as only a
mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, "Son, the most
important body part is your shoulder . . ."

I asked, "Is it because it holds up my head..?" She replied, "No, it is because it can hold
the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry
on sometime in life, my son. I only hope that you have enough Love and Friends that you
will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it.."

Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish
one-it is sympathetic to the pain of OTHERS..

You are my friend and whenever you want, you may cry on my shoulder . . .

I will be there

We Can Endure Relations . . .

I was sitting on a beach one summer day, watching two children, playing in
the sand. They were hard at work building an elaborate sandcastle by the
water's edge, with gates and towers and moats and internal passages. Just
when they had nearly finished their project, a big wave came along
and knocked it down, reducing it to a heap of wet sand. I expected the
children to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their
hard work. But they surprised me..

Instead, they ran up the shore away from the water,laughing and holding
hands, and sat down to build another castle. I realized that they had taught
me an important lesson. All the things in our lives, all the complicated
structures we spend so much time and energy creating, are built on sand.
Only our relationships to other people endure. Sooner or later, the wave
will come along and knock down what we have worked so hard to build up. When
that happens, only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able
to laugh . . .

Do What Heart Says . . .

Horror gripped the heart of a World War-I soldier, as he saw his lifelong
friend fall in battle. The soldier asked his Lieutenant if he could go out to
bring his fallen comrade back. "You can go," said the Lieutenant, "but don't
think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw
your life away.."

The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway.
Miraculously, he managed to reach his friend, hoisted him onto his shoulder
and brought him back to their company's trench. The officer checked the
wounded soldier , then looked kindly at his friend.

"I told you it wouldn't be worth it..," he said. "Your friend is dead and you
are mortally wounded.." " It was worth it, Sir," said the soldier..

"What do you mean by worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. " Your friend is
dead." "Yes Sir," the soldier answered, " but it was worth it because when I
got to him,he was still alive and I had the satisfaction of hearing him
say...." Jim...I knew you'd come..."

Many times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not, really depends on
how u look at it. Take up all your courage and do something your heart tells
you to do so that you may not regret not doing it later in your life . . .

Do you feel the same . . .

I know this might come to you as quite a surprise,
But i can't help but see my future in your eyes.

despite the fact we've been apart for so long,
my feelings for you have never been so strong.

From the very first moment that we were together,
I've known in my heart that i wanted you forever.

Not a minute as passed that i haven't thought of you,
and as you're on my mind now i have no idea what to do.

I'm worried that i'm the only one who feels this way,
But telling you this can't wait one more day.

Everything i have written here, has love to blame,
and i just want to know, if you feel the same . . .

Just to show.. My Love...

I think.. think too much
I compare
I fight
Shows anger shows sadness
Cry.. Scream.. hate and hurt..
Always say I'm leaving.. good bye
I return back with so many reasons
All of those from me
Just to show.. My Love...
Cuz I was no one before . . .

Express Love

" Some thoughts are better left unsaid, some feelings are better left kept
to yourself, but love has it's way of expressing itself despite the silence . . . "

Just Three Words . . .

There are many things that you can do to strengthen your relationships.
Often the most effective thing you can do involves saying just three words.
When spoken sincerely, these statements often have the power to develop new
friendships, deepen old ones and even bring healing to relationships that
have sourerd.

The following three-word phrases can be tools to help develop every
relationship.

1. Let me help
Good friends see a need and then try to fill it. When they see a hurt they
do what they can to heal it. Without being asked, they jump in and help out.

2. I understand you.
People become closer and enjoy each other more when the other person accepts
and understands them. Letting your spouse know - in so many little ways -
that you understand them, is one of the most powerful tools for healing your
relationship. And this can apply to any relationship.

3. I respect you
Respect is another way of showing love. Respect demonstrates that another
person is a true equal. If you talk to your children as if they were adults
you will strengthen the bonds and become closer friends. This applies to
all interpersonal relationships.

4. I miss you.
Perhaps more marriages could be saved and strengthened if couples simply and
sincerely said to each other "I miss you." This powerful affirmation tells
partners they are wanted, needed, desired and loved. Consider how important
you would feel, if you received an unexpected phone call from your spouse in
the middle of your workday, just to say "I miss you."

5. Maybe you're right.
This phrase is very effective in diffusing an argument. The implication
when you say "maybe you're right" is the humility of admitting, "maybe I'm
wrong". Let's face it. When you have an argument with someone, all you
normally do is solidify the other person's point of view. They, or you, will
not likely change their position and you run the risk of seriously damaging
the relationship between you. Saying "maybe you're right" can open the door
to explore the subject more. You may then have the opportunity to express
your view in a way that is understandable to the other person.

6. Please forgive me
Many broken relationships could be restored and healed if people would admit
their mistakes and ask for forgiveness. All of us are vulnerable to faults,
foibles and failures. A man should never be ashamed to own up that he has
been in the wrong, which is saying, in other words, that he is wiser today
than he was yesterday.

7. I thank you.
Gratitude is an exquisite form of courtesy. People who enjoy the
companionship of good, close friends are those who don't take daily
courtesies for granted. They are quick to thank their friends for their many
expressions of kindness. On the other hand, people whose circle of friends
is severely constricted often do not have the attitude of gratitude.

8. Count on me
A friend is one who walks in when others walk out. Loyalty is an essential
ingredient for true friendship. It is the emotional glue that bonds people.
Those that are rich in their relationships tend to be steady and true
friends. When troubles come, a good friend is there indicating "you can
count on me."

9. I'll be there
If you have ever had to call a friend in the middle of the night, to take a
sick child to hospital, or when your car has broken down some miles from
home, you will know how good it feels to hear the phrase "I'll be there."
Being there for another person is the greatest gift we can give. When we are
truly present for other people, important things happen to them and us. We
are renewed in love and friendship. We are restored emotionally and
spiritually. Being there is at the very core of civility.

10. Go for it
We are all unique individuals. Don't try to get your friends to conform to
your ideals. Support them in pursuing their interests, no matter how far
out they seem to you. God has given everyone dreams, dreams that are unique
to that person only. Support and encourage your friends to follow their
dreams. Tell them to "go for it."

B o n u s : 11. I love you
Perhaps the most important three words that you can say. Telling someone
that you truly love them satisfies a person's deepest emotional needs. The
need to belong, to feel appreciated and to be wanted. Your spouse, your
children, your friends and you, all need to hear those three little words:
"I love you." Love is a choice. You can love even when the feeling is
gone.

Missing Rib . . .

A girl in love asked her boyfriend...

Girl: Tell me... who do you love most in this world..?

By: You, of course!

Girl: In your heart, what am I to you?

Boy: The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and
said, "You are my rib. In the Bible, it was said that God saw that Adam
was lonely, during his sleep; God took one of Adam's rib and created Eve.
Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the
woman of your life; you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your
heart . . ."

After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.
However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy
schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems...their
life became mundane.

All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw
away their dreams and love for each other.. The couple began to have
more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.

One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house.... At the
opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me...!"

The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it
was a mistake for us to be together..! You were never my missing rib...!"

Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.... He
regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water,
you can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things
and was determined in breaking-up.
Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib,
please let me go..... She continued, "It is less painful this way... let us
go on our separate ways and search for our own partners..."

Five years went by....

He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life
indirectly...... She had left the country and back.... She had
married a foreigner and divorced..... He felt anguished that she never
waited for him. In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the
lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit
that he was missing her..

One day, they finally met.... At the airport, a place where there
were many reunions and good-byes.... He was going away on a business
trip. She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating
them. She smiled at him gently.

(b): How are you?

(g): I'm fine. How about you... Have you found your missing rib...?

(b): No.

(g): I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.

(b): I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are
back...You know my number... Nothing has changed.

With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye..

"Good-bye . . ."

One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New
York. In the event that shocked the world..Midnight..... Once again, he lit
his cigarette..... And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his
heart.... He finally knew, she was the missing rib that he had carelessly
broken . . .


"Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury..... Most often
than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental.... We vent
our frustrations 99% at our loved ones.... And even though we know that
we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than
done. Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control. Let
us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives. Tomorrow may never
come; give and accept what you have today . . . "

Human Relationship - A story to share . . .

Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship,
in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship to give each
other support. Treasure what you have. Just a little story for you . . .


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.

The boy playfully went to the medicine bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened
to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child showed signs of poisoning
the mother took him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to
face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at
his wife and uttered just four words.

QUESTIONS:

1. What were the four words ?
2. What is the implication of this story ?

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ANSWER:
- The husband just said "I Love You Darling” . . .
- The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. He is indeed a genius in human relationships.
The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. 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. If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little. To be happy with a woman you must understand her a lot and love her with all your heart. "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears & you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think."

This has meaning 4 all of us . . .

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my
class was walking home from school. His
name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his
books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring
home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a
nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football
game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I
shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward
him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his
arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses
went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten
feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible
sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and
as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw
a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said,
"Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked
at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where
he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him
why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private
school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid
before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some
of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I
asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my
friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the
more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my
friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the
huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said,
"Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles
with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and
handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best
friends. When we were seniors, we began to think
about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be
friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He
was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business
on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the
time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for
graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and
speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He
was one of those guys that really found himself during high
school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was
nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back
and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me
with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
"Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and
began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped
you make it through those tough years. Your parents,
your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly
your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a
friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I
am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the
story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill
himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had
cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do
it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard
at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from
doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular
boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad
looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that
moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With
one small gesture you can change a person's life. For
better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another
in some way. Look for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can -
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

As you can see, I took choice number 1. "Friends are
angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
trouble remembering how to fly."

There is no beginning or end..Yesterday is history. . .

Tomorrow is mystery. . .

Today is a gift. . .

Who I am Makes a Difference . . .

A teacher in New York decided to honor each of her
seniors in high school by telling them the difference
they each made. She called each student to the front
of the class, one at a time. First she told each of
them how they had made a difference to her and the class.

Then she presented each of them with a blue ribbon
imprinted with gold letters, which read, "Who I Am
Makes a Difference."

Afterwards the teacher decided to do a class project
to see what kind of impact recognition would have on a
community. She gave each of the students three more
ribbons and instructed them to go out and spread this
acknowledgment ceremony. Then they were to follow up
on the results, see who honored whom and report back
to the class in about a week.

One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive
in a nearby company and honored him for helping him
with his career planning. He gave him a blue
ribbon and put it on his shirt. Then he gave him two
extra ribbons and said, "We're doing a class project
on recognition, and we'd like you to go out find
somebody to honor, give them a blue ribbon, then give
them the extra blue ribbon so they can acknowledge a
third person to keep this acknowledgment ceremony
going. Then please report back to me and
tell me what happened."

Later that day the junior executive went in
to see his boss, who had been noted, by the way, as
being kind of a grouchy fellow. He sat his boss down
and he told him that he deeply admired him for being a
creative genius.

The boss seemed very surprised. The junior executive
asked him if he would accept the gift of the blue
ribbon and would he give him permission to put it on
him. His surprised boss said, "Well, sure." The junior
executive took the blue ribbon and placed it right on
his boss's jacket above his heart.

As he gave him the last extra ribbon, he said, "Would
you do me a favor? Would you take this extra ribbon
and pass it on by honoring somebody else? The young
boy who first gave me the ribbons is doing a project in
school and we want to keep this recognition ceremony
going and find out how it affects people."

That night the boss came home to his 14-year-old son
and sat him down. He said, "The most incredible thing
happened to me today. I was in my office and one of
the junior executives came in and told me he admired me
and gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius.
Imagine. He thinks I'm a creative genius. Then he put
this blue ribbon that says: "Who I Am Makes a Difference,
on my jacket above my heart. He gave me an extra
ribbon and asked me to find somebody else to
honor. As I was driving home tonight, I started
thinking about whom I would honor with this ribbon
and I thought about you.

I want to honor you. My days are really hectic and when
I come home I don't pay a lot of attention to you.
Sometimes I scream at you for not getting good enough
grades in school and for your bedroom being a mess, but
somehow tonight, I just wanted to sit here and, well, just
let you know that you do make a difference to me.
Besides your mother, you are the most important
person in my life. You're a great kid and I love you!"

The startled boy started to sob and sob, and he
couldn't stop crying. His whole body shook. He looked
up at his father and said through his tears, "Dad,
earlier tonight I sat in my room and wrote a letter to
you and Mom explaining why I had killed myself and
asking you to forgive me. I was going to commit
suicide tonight after you were asleep. I just didn't
think that you cared at all. The letter is upstairs.
I don't think I need it after all."

His father walked upstairs and found a heartfelt letter
full of anguish and pain. The envelope was addressed,
"Mom and Dad."

The boss went back to work a changed man. He was no
longer a grouch but made sure to let all his employees
know that they made a difference. The junior executive
helped several other young people with career planning
and never forgot to let them know that they made a
difference in his life...one being the boss's son.

And the young boy and his classmates learned a
valuable lesson. Who you are DOES make difference.

You are under no obligation to send this on to
anyone...not to two people or to two hundred. As far
as I am concerned, you can delete it and move on to
the next message. But if, you have anyone who means a
lot to you, I encourage you to send him or her this
message and let them know. You never know what kind of
difference a little encouragement can make to a person.

Send it to all of the people who mean anything
important to you, or send it to the one, two, or three
people who mean the most. Or just smile and know that
someone thinks that you are important, or you wouldn't
have received this in the first place. Remember that!
I give you a blue ribbon.

WHO YOU ARE MAKES A DIFFERENCE,
AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW THAT . . .

Wrong e-mail address

A man checked into a hotel. There was a computer in his room,
so he decided to send an e-mail to his wife.
However, he accidentally typed a wrong e-mail address, and without realizing his error, he sent the e-mail. Meanwhile.... Somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned from her husband's funeral. The widow decided to check her e-mail, expecting condolence messages from relatives and friends.
After reading the first message, she fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:
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To: My Loving Wife,
Subject: I've Reached
Date: 16 March 2008,
I know you're surprised to hear from me. They give computers here, and we are allowed to send e-mails to loved ones.
I've just reached and have been checked in.
I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.
Looking forward to seeing you TOMORROW!
Love,
Your Hubby.

A Nice Article about Love - by Swami Vivekananda

I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me.
Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this: "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."

This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds.


This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you .

For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.

Give and don't expect.
Advise, but don't order.
Ask, but never demand.

It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring."

Passing thought... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away.....

Life is beautiful!!! Live it !!!

distance between expected and the reality

Problem is just the distance between expected and the reality.

So, either expect less or accept the reality and the problem is solve.
Treat your life as a sea,
Heart as the sea shore and friends as waves.
It never matters how many waves arise in the sea,
Wht matters is how many have touched the seashore.

Happy Valentines Day

The woman in your life...very well expressed...

Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well.

Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;
Who is earning almost as much as you do;

One, who has dreams and aspirations just as
you have because she is as human as you are;

One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your
Sister haven ' t, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system
that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as
much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name

One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen

One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook
food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more,
and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother,
a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as
to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;

One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;

Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply
Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise

One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;

One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important,
relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some
and trust her;

One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.

But not many guys understand this......

Please appreciate .......I hope you will do....

Every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way.

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.
Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.
She never tried to speak.
She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see If the little girl would still be there.
Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.
Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.
For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone.
As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress.
It was grotesquely shaped.
I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her.
Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare.
As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.
She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, 'Hello.'
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a 'Hi'; after a long Stare into my eyes.
I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.
I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, 'Because, I'm Different.'
I immediately said, 'That you are!'; and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, 'I know.'
'Little girl,' I said, 'you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent.'
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and Said, 'Really?'
'Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all the people walking by.'
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her Wings to spread, then she said 'I am.'
'I'm your Guardian Angel,' with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, 'For once you thought of someone other than yourself.
My job here is done'..
I got to my feet and said, 'Wait, why did no one stop to help an Angel?'
She looked at me, smiled, and said, 'You're the only one that could see me,' and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is Always watching over you.
Like the story says, we all need someone...
And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way.
The value of a friend is measured in the heart.
I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always.

To the question of your life, you are the only answer

It is rewarding to find someone whom you like, but it is essential to
like yourself.

It is quickening to recognize someone as a good and decent human
being, but it is indispensable to view yourself as acceptable.

It is a delight to discover people who are worthy of respect,
admiration, and love, but it is vital to believe yourself deserving
of these things.

For you cannot live in someone else. You cannot find yourself in
someone else. You cannot be given a life by someone else. Of all the
people you will know in a lifetime, you are the only one you will
never leave nor lose.

To the question of your life, you are the only answer. To the
problems of your life, you are the only solution.

Your own value is determined also by what you are able to make of yourself

"A bar of iron costs $5, made into horseshoes its worth is $12,
made into needles its worth is $3500, made into balance springs for watches, its worth is $300,000.
Your own value is determined also by what you are able to make of yourself."

Gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness.

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully
up the steps.
She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats,
walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. The
n she's settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.

It had been a year since Susan became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless,
and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity.
'How could this have happened to me?' she would plead,
her heart knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted or prayed,
she knew the painful truth, her sight was
never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit.
All she had to cling to was her husband Mark.

Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart.
When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to
help his wife gain the strength she needed to become independent again.
Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there?
She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by
herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city.
At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled
Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task.
Soon, however Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working - it was hectic, and costly.

Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself.
But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe.
She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react? Just as Mark predicted,
Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again.
"I'm blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I'm going?
I feel like you're abandoning me."
Mark's heart broke but he knew what had to be done.
He promised Susan that each day he would ride the bus with her until she got the hang of it.
And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all,
accompanied Susan to and from work each day.
He taught her how to rely on her other senses to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment.
He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her,
and save her a seat. Each morning they made the journey together,
and Mark would take a cab back to his office.

Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one,
Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan
would be able to ride the bus on her own. Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own.
Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her
arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend.
Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty,
his patience, his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday....
Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better.

On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus,
the driver said, "Boy, I sure envy you."
Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all,
who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to
find the courage to live for the past year? "Why do you envy me?" The driver responded,
"It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are."
Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about,
"What do you mean?" The driver said, "You know, every morning for the past week,
a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has
been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus.
He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you
until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss,
gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady."


Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't see him,
she had always felt Mark's presence. She was blessed,
so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight,
a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light
where there had been darkness.

Love is never forgotten

A Real Love Story....by Rahul

I am Rahul, a software engineer in a reputed company in Chennai. I am one of the luckiest guys in this world. The reasons being my loving wife, Deepa and my charming 7 years old daughter, Revathi. I live in an apartment in Vadapalani. I have to tell about my Wife. The most innocent, always smiling and caring. Even though she completed her Computer Science Engineering, she engineers only my family now. She respects me more than the God. Atleast once in a week she would go to Vadapalani Murugan Koil but I hardly accompany her even after her request. About my kid, the most naughty and will come up with millions of questions a day. My wife is more interested than me in answering those questions.
The incident happened a couple of weeks ago. One afternoon after a heavy lunch, when I was reviewing a CICS-DB2 project requirements, my phone rang.
Me: Hello, Rahul here.
Satya: Hello Sir! I am Satya here. I am Deepa's friend. Can I speak to you for 2 minutes?
Me: Yeah. Go ahead.
Satya: I want to meet you today in person to tell you something which is important.
Me: About what?
Satya: Sir, I can tell you in person. Can you come to "Richie Rich" ice cream shop today around 6'o clock?
Me: Ok (with some hesitation)
Who is this guy? I googled my brain for a moment. Yes. I heard this name from my wife. This guy and my wife were in love during their college days. But this guy avoided and absconded in the last year of their engineering. My wife has never hidden anything from me. I know about her right from her childhood till our marriage, all about her friends, her nick names in schools & colleges, incidents happened and everything. The same way she confessed about her love also which she didn't do to her parents. But why does he want me to meet him now?....
Time passed by. "Should I meet him or leave it?". I could not complete my review of the requirements. While I was having a coffee, my phone again rang. It's my wife.
Deepa: Rahul! My mother has come. Can you pick Revathi from school & come?
Me: Ok pa. I will pick up & come. Anything special from your mother?
Deepa: Nothing. Just like that she is visiting us.
I left the office by 5:00 to pick my child from the school. Every time I go to pick her we would go to "Richie Rich" ice cream shop. Revathi loves it so much. After picking up Revathi, we went to the shop. Revathi told, "Appa! Today I need bigggg icecream". I said OK. I ordered and Revathi was having the icecream when that guy appeared. Thin physic and gloomy face with dry eyes.
Satya: Hello Sir! I am Satya. Thanks for coming.
Me: Hi.
Satya: Hope you know about me. Deepa would have told. She never hides anything from their loved ones.
Me: (No answer. With worried face – Satya continued)
Satya: I know you would be surprised on my call. But this is my last wish!
Me: Last wish?
Satya: Even Deepa does not know why I left her even without telling her. I was diagnosed "Blood Cancer" when I was in the last year of engineering. The doctor fixed my last day that time itself. Unfortunately I had to live till this time (with a smile in his face)
Me: (No reaction)
Satya: I know that if I had said the same thing to Deepa, she would not have agreed to leave me. I know she was hurt but I wanted her to live happily. To avoid her contacting me by any chance, I did not tell anybody where I was leaving. But now I feel my last date has come. I need a favor from you Sir!
Me: Yeah. Tell me.
Satya: I want to see Deepa for the last time. I don't want her to see me. I will see her from a long distance. Could you please bring her to Vadapalani Murugan koil tomorrow evening?
(My mouth can utter only "YES" to his request)
Me: I don't know what to say! I feel very sorry for you. I will bring my wife tomorrow.
Satya: Thanks a lot Sir! I will remember this till I live! (laughing) Sorry! For a week or so!
He left the place. With a big sigh, I turned to my child and she was finishing her ice cream. Revathi asked, "who is that appa?". "He is your….hmm… my friend!". We returned home. As usual the day ended. Next day when I started to office, "Deeps! Today shall we go to Murugan koil?". Surprised but to tease me she told, "My mother told yesterday that now-a-days software engineers are under a great stress! Please do not think about something always. You can stay rest today!". I could not react to that. I just smiled and told, "Ok Deeps. We will leave by 6'o clock in the evening. I will pick Revathi & come".
I was waiting to start from the office. I reached home after picking up Revathi. It was 5:45.
Me: Deeps! Are you ready?
Deepa: haan!
After freshening, we started to temple. After reaching the temple, I could find him completely different in saint's dress. Nobody can recognize him. As usual I followed my wife in the temple and was listening all her old stories. She said she was very happy that I was coming with her to the temple. After sometime I could find Satya. I thought he left the place. With a great relief, I had dinner outside with my wife & kid and went home.
With a great amount of Satisfaction, I went to sleep. In the late night, I heard somebody sobbing in the balcony.
For the first time, I saw my wife crying alone................... with tears in my eyes.
Yes, love is never forgotten !! He was recognized by her.

Golden words by great personalities

Love your job but don't love your Company because you may not know
when your company stops loving you.
Dr. ABDUL KALAM

What is the Secret of SUCCESS... ? "RIGHT DECISIONS"
How do you make Right Decisions... ? "EXPERIENCE"
How do you get Experience.. . ? "WRONG DECISIONS
Dr. ABDUL KALAM

Without your involvement you can't succeed. With your involvement you can't fail.
Dr. ABDUL KALAM

You are not responsible for what people think about you.
But you are responsible for what you give them to think about you.
STANLEY FERRARD

A man is lucky if he is the first love of a Woman.
A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.
CHARLES DICKENS

Write your Sad times in Sand, Write your Good times in Stone.
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

Behind every successful man, there is an untold pain in his heart.
BILL JACOBS

It's better to lose your Ego to the one you Love,
than to lose the one you LOVE because of EGO.
JOHN KEATS

Don't make promise when you are in JOY . Don't reply when you are SAD.
Don't take decisions when you are ANGRY. Think twice, Act wise.

Tell the people you love and care for,before it is too late.

One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name..
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in 'Kargil' war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless .
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Sanjay's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Sanjay talked about you a lot.'
After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Sanjay's mother said. 'As you can see, Sanjay treasured it.'
All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around. Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Prithwiraj's wife said, ' Prithwiraj asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Rashmi said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Deepali, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Deepali said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Sanjay and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You

"The smallest seed of faith is better than the largest fruit of happiness."

Thelusuko nuvve, Na kallane chusi --Kavyas Diary

05 - Thelusuko [Do...

What do women want ???IT'S EITHER 'HER WAY' OR IT'S 'NO WAY'

must read for:

1. All men in love with women
2. All men husbands with women wives
3. All men planning to marry women
4. All women with men lovers or men husbands

What do women want ???

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a
neighboring kingdom.. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by
Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long
as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to
figure out the answer and, If after a year, he still had no answer, he
would be put to death. The question was: What do women really want?

Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, And to young
Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death,
He accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: The princess, the
priests, the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone,
but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to
consult the old witch, For only she would have the answer. But the price
would be high as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the
exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to
the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to
her price first.
The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, The most noble of the Knights
of the Round Table, And Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was
horrified. She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, Smelled
like sewage, made obscene noises, etc.

He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He
refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden,
But Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said
nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life. And the
reservation of the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the
witch answered. Arthur's question thus: 'What a woman really wants?'
She said, 'Is to be in charge of her own life.'

Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great
truth.
And that Arthur's life would be spared.
And so it was.
The neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom.
And Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.

The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a
horrific experience, entered the bedroom.
But, what a sight awaited him.
The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed.
The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened.
The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared
as a witch, She would henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only
half the time. And the beautiful maiden the other half.
'Which would you prefer? She asked him.
'Beautiful during the day .... or at night?'

Lancelot pondered the predicament.
During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends,
But at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch!
Or,
Would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day?
But by night a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous, intimate moments
with?

(If you are a man reading this...) What would YOUR choice be?

(If you are a woman reading this) What would YOUR MAN'S choice be?

What Lancelot chose, is given below:
BUT... make YOUR choice before you scroll down below... OKAY?


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Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question,
he said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.
Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time..
Because, he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own
life.

Now... what is the moral to this story?

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The moral is...
1) There is witch in every woman no matter how beautiful she is !
2) If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.


So, always remember:


IT'S EITHER 'HER WAY' OR IT'S 'NO WAY' !!!

True Love

Girl and Guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)
Girl: Slow down. Im scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. (Girl hugs him)
Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me.
In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building
because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only
one survived.
The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his
breaks broke, but he didn't want the girl know about it . Instead, he had her
say she loved him, but felt her hug one last time, then he gave his
helmet to her so she would live even though it meant he would die.
if u r really loving some1 frm ur heart.....

When He Don't Give U Anything, He has Something BETTER

Come with me to a third grade classroom... ..

There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet.

He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it..

When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.

The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat."

He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.

As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.

The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself,

"Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"

Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out.

All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.

She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. "You've done enough, you klutz! "

Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once too."

May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good.

Each and everyone one of us are going through tough times right now, but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can.

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Keep the faith.

"When God Answers your Prayer He is increasing your Faith,

When He delays, He is increasing your Patience,

When He Don't Give U Anything, He has Something BETTER"

'A Leader Should Know How to Manage Failure'

(Former President of India APJ Abdul Kalam at Wharton India Economic forum , Philadelphia , March 22,2008)

Question: Could you give an example, from your own experience, of how leaders should manage failure?

Kalam: Let me tell you about my experience. In 1973 I became the project director of India 's satellite launch vehicle program, commonly called the SLV-3. Our goal was to put India 's "Rohini" satellite into orbit by 1980. I was given funds and human resources -- but was told clearly that by 1980 we had to launch the satellite into space. Thousands of people worked together in scientific and technical teams towards that goal.

By 1979 -- I think the month was August -- we thought we were ready. As the project director, I went to the control center for the launch. At four minutes before the satellite launch, the computer began to go through the checklist of items that needed to be checked. One minute later, the computer program put the launch on hold; the display showed that some control components were not in order. My experts -- I had four or five of them with me -- told me not to worry; they had done their calculations and there was enough reserve fuel. So I bypassed the computer, switched to manual mode, and launched the rocket. In the first stage, everything worked fine. In the second stage, a problem developed. Instead of the satellite going into orbit, the whole rocket system plunged into the Bay of Bengal . It was a big failure.

That day, the chairman of the Indian Space Research Organization, Prof. Satish Dhawan, had called a press conference. The launch was at 7:00 am, and the press conference -- where journalists from around the world were present -- was at 7:45 am at ISRO's satellite launch range in Sriharikota [in Andhra Pradesh in southern India ]. Prof. Dhawan, the leader of the organization, conducted the press conference himself. He took responsibility for the failure -- he said that the team had worked very hard, but that it needed more technological support. He assured the media that in another year, the team would definitely succeed. Now, I was the project director, and it was my failure, but instead, he took responsibility for the failure as chairman of the organization.

The next year, in July 1980, we tried again to launch the satellite -- and this time we succeeded. The whole nation was jubilant. Again, there was a press conference. Prof. Dhawan called me aside and told me, "You conduct the press conference today."

I learned a very important lesson that day. When failure occurred, the leader of the organization owned that failure. When success came, he gave it to his team.

The best management lesson I have learned did not come to me from reading a book; it came from that experience.

If you don't give your hundred percent in a relationship,........

A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.

The boy kept the sand the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.

That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn't sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.

Moral of the story: If you don't give your hundred percent in a relationship, you'll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent.. This is applicable for any relationship like love, employer-employee relationship,friendship etc., Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully