Saturday, May 3, 2008

What Goes around comes around

This is really a beautiful story with lots of meanings...Read it word by word. He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Holden was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."

Well, all she had was a flat tyre, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tyre. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from Sydney and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.

Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me." He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few Kilometres down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old petrol pumps.

The whole scene was unfamiliar to her,The cash register was like the telephone of an out-of-work actor-it didn't ring much. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair, she had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you." Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day.

That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."

There is an old saying "What goes around comes around."

Today, I sent you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on. Let this light shine. Don't delete it. Please pass this on to a friend. May be he starts thinking like Bryan.

Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.

Motto: Help ohers but help unselfishly. Your good work will pay you one day and that also very beautifully

Oath to you

OATH TO YOU... When you are sad.....He will dry your tears. When you are scared.....He will comfort your fears. When you are worried.....He will give you hope. When you are confused.....He will help you cope. And when you are lost....And can't see the light, He shall be your beacon.....Shining ever so bright. This is my oath.....He pledge till the end. Why you may ask?.....Because you're His slave. Why do you serve God?When you fall, He lifts you up! When you fail, He forgives! When you are weak, He is strong!When you are lost, He is the way! When you are afraid, He is your courage! When you stumble, He steadies you! When you are hurt, He heals you! When you are broken, He mends you! When you are blind, He leads you! When you are hungry, He feeds you! When you face trials, He is with you! When you face persecution, He shields you! When you face problems, He comforts you! When you face loss, He provides for you! When you face Death, He carries you Home! Home !"O God,forgive our people who are still alive and who have passed away, forgive those who are present here and those who are absent, forgive our young and our elderly, forgive our males and females.O God, the one whom you wish to keep alive from among us make him live according to The right path, and anyone who you wish to die from among us, let him die in belief and faith.O God, do not deprive us from his reward and do not put us in hardship or any type of trial after his death."Now since you are a true slave of God, you know that with everyblessing, a blessing is required! So bless another, by passing this on.

Missing PA

Missing Pa
One day, my four-year-old son, Sam, told me that he had seen his baby-sitter crying because she had broken up with her boyfriend.
"She was sad," Sam explained to me.
Then he sat back in his car seat and sighed. "I've never been sad," he said, dreamily, "Not ever." It was true. Sam's life was happy in no small part because of his special relationship with my father.
Last spring my father died, and everything changed for us. Pa Hood was more than just a grandfather to Sam. As Sam eagerly told everyone, they were best buddies. Long before my father became ill, Sam and I watched the movie Anne of Green Gables. In the scene when Anne wished aloud for a bosom friend, Sam sat straight up. "That's me and Pa," he declared. "Bosom friends forever and ever." My father described their relationship the same way.
When I went out of town to teach one night a week, it was Pa in his red pick up truck who met Sam at school and brought him back to his house, where they played pirates and knights and Robin Hood. They even dressed alike: pocket T-shirts, baseball caps, and jeans. Sam had over nights with Pa, where they'd cuddle until late at night and giggle when my mother ordered them to be quiet and go to sleep. The next morning they'd indulge in sugary cereals and cartoons, treats forbidden at home. They had special restaurants they frequented, playgrounds where they were regulars, and toy stores where Pa allowed Sam to race up and down the aisles on motorized cars.
When I'd arrive to take Sam home, he always cried. "Pa, I love you. I miss you already!" He memorized my father's phone number when he was 2 and called him every morning and every night. "Pa," Sam would ask, clutching the phone, "can I call you ten hundred more times?" Pa always said yes, and then answered the phone each time with equal delight.
In the months that my father was in the hospital with lung cancer, I worried about how Sam would react to Pa's condition the bruises, from needles, the oxygen tubes, his weakened body. When I explained to Sam that seeing Pa so sick might scare him, Sam was surprised. "He's my Pa," he said. "He could never scare me." And he never did. Sam would walk into the hospital room and climb right into bed with my father, undaunted by the changes in Pa's appearance or in the increasing amount of medical apparatus he acquired every day. I watched adults approach the bedside with great trepidation, unsure of what to say or do. But Sam seemed to know exactly what was right: hugs and jokes, just as always. "Are you coming home soon?" he'd ask. "I'm trying," Pa would tell him.
Since my father's death, I have kept my overwhelming sadness at bay. When well-meaning people approach me to ask how I'm doing, their brows furrowed in sympathy, I give them a short answer and swiftly change the subject. I'd rather not confront the questions and the feelings that my dad's death has raised. But Sam is different. He thinks that wondering aloud and sorting out together is the best way to understand.
"So," he says, settling into his car seat, "Pa's in space, right?" Or loudly in church, where he points upward to the stained-glass window:" Is one of those angels Pa?" Right after my father died, I told Sam he was in heaven. "Where's heaven?" Sam asked. "No one knows exactly," I said, "but lots of people think it's in the sky." Sam thought about that and then shook his head. "No," he said, "it's very far away. Near Cambodia." "When you die," he said on another afternoon, "you disappear, right? And when you faint, you only disappear a little. Right?"
Each time he offers one of these possibilities he waits for me to confirm it as true. He is sorting out the things he's certain of and the things he's trying to understand. I think his questions are good. The part I have trouble dealing with is what he always does after he asks: He looks me right in the eye with more hope than I can stand and waits for my approval or correction or wisdom. But in this matter, my own fear and ignorance are so large that I grow dumb in the face of his innocence. The truth is, I have no answer to the question we struggle hardest with: How can we find a way to be with my father when we don't know where or even if he is?
Remembering Sam's approach to my father's illness, I began to watch his approach to grief. At night, he would press his face against his bedroom window and cry, calling out into the darkness, "Pa, Pa, I love you! Sweet dreams!" Then, after his crying stopped, he would climb into bed, drained but satisfied somehow, and sleep. I, on the other hand, would wander the house all night, not knowing how to mourn. One day, in the supermarket parking lot, I caught sight of a red truck like my father's; for an instant I forgot he had died. My heart leaped as I thought, Dad's here shopping too! Then I remembered, and I succumbed to an onslaught of tears. Sam climbed into the front seat, jamming himself onto my lap between me and the steering wheel. "I know," he soothed, wiping my wet cheeks. "You miss Pa, don't you?" I managed to nod. "Me too," he said. "But you have to believe he's with us, Mommy. Watching and loving us. You have to believe that, or what will we ever do?" Too young to attach to a particular ideology, Sam had simply decided that the only way to deal with grief and loss was to believe that death does not really separate us from those we love. I couldn't show him heaven on a map or explain the course a soul might travel. But he found his own way to cope. I can't honestly say that I've fully accepted my father's death, even all these months later. But my son has taught me a lot about how to grieve.
Recently, while I was cooking dinner, Sam sat by himself at the kitchen table and quietly colored in his Spiderman coloring book.
"I love you too," he said.
I laughed and turned to face him.
"No," I told him. "You say, 'I love you too only after someone says, 'I love you first."
"I know that," Sam said. "Pa just said 'I love you, Sam' and I said 'I love you too. "
As he spoke, he kept coloring and smiling. "Pa just talked to you?" I asked.
"Oh, Mommy," Sam said, "he tells me he loves me every day. He tells you too. You're just not listening." Again, I have begun to take Sam's lead. I have begun to listen.
Unknown author †

Nail in the fence

NAIL IN THE FENCE There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."
Now send this to every friend you have!! And to your family. Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole. Thanx my friends... Donna

Moving rocks

Moving rocks
A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox. He had with him his box of cars and trucks, his plastic pail, and a shiny, red plastic shovel. In the process of creating roads and tunnels in the soft sand, he discovered a large rock in the middle of the sandbox.
The boy dug around the rock, managing to dislodge it from the dirt. With a little bit of struggle, he pushed and nudged the rock across the sandbox by using his feet. (He was a very small boy, and the rock was very large.) When the boy got the rock to the edge of the sandbox however, he found that he couldn't roll it up and over the little wall.
Determined, the little boy shoved, pushed, and pried, but every time he thought he had made some progress, the rock tipped and then fell back into the sandbox. The little boy grunted, struggled, pushed, & shoved; but his only reward was to have the rock roll back, smashing his chubby fingers.
Finally he burst into tears of frustration. All this time the boy's father watched from his living room window as the drama unfolded. At the moment the tears fell, a large shadow fell across the boy and the sandbox. It was the boy's father. Gently but firmly he said,
"Son, why didn't you use all the strength that you had available?"
Defeated, the boy sobbed back,
"But I did, Daddy, I did! I used all the strength that I had!"
"No, son," corrected the father kindly.
"You didn't use all the strength you had. You didn't ask me."
With that the father reached down, picked up the rock and removed it from the sandbox.
Do you have "rocks" in your life that need to be removed? Are you discovering that you don't have what it takes to lift them? There is One who is always available to us and willing to give us the strength we need. Isn't it funny how we try so hard to do things ourselves.
Unknown author

Mouse trap

In the name of God who None comes along with him in our supplication.
A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. "What food might this contain?" He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning. "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it." The mouse turned to the sheep and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house." The shep sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers." The mouse turned to the cow. She said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose." So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone. That very night a sound was heard throughout the house? like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever. Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the sheep. The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral.The farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them. So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you? remember? when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
In the book of Genesis, Cain said this about Abel, his brother, to God: "Am I my brother's keeper?"
In the Qoran [Al-Nur 24:31] "we are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another."

My mother's diary

Dear Diary,
I can't believe this. I just cried over my Son. Don't
get me wrong, I love him and all, but I didn't think I'd be so upset when he
left here. In fact, I was looking forward to inheriting his old bedroom.
Well, guess what? I was wrong. What else is new?
Ardalan left this morning, bright and early. I helped him pack the last of his
things into his old beat up bus with the bumper sticker I bought him. "Gone
crazy, be back in 5 minutes." Then, he said goodbye and gave me a hug after promising to visit at next Norooz. & ..
I was crying as he hopped into the
bus and drove away into the distance. I watched and waved until he was nothing
more than a speck. He was on his way to a far-off land also known as the Capital.
As soon as he was out of sight, I ran into the house and upstairs to my bedroom.
I flopped onto my bed, buried my face in my pillow and started crying. Soon,
tears turned into sobs and sobs turned into uncontrollable sobs and before I
knew it, I was bawling beyond all repair.
All I could think about were all the times Ardalan and I spent together and how,
now that he is gone, we can't have that anymore. No more watching sitcoms and
music videos together. No more jamming on the piano together. No more weird
discussions about Junks. No more going to see his plays and concerts and no more gardening together.
Then, I thought about all the times that we could've spent together, but didn't,
and now I'm regretting that I didn't cherish my Son as much as I
should've. I'm finally starting to feel grateful that he is a part of my life
and now...well, he's not a part of my life. Okay, so he still is, but that's not
much of a help when he's thousands of miles away!
He's not going to get to see any more of my Flowrs. He won't see me get retired. Sure, it will
probably be a cashier at a fast food place, but everyone has to start somewhere!
He won't be here to see me learn how to bring up and help me & ... to me, that's sad.
Naghshedel Boghrat.
Dear Diary,
Today I went to a funeral for a second cousin's son once removed...
Something like that. I didn't even meet him. I was expecting this guy to be maybe 30 or something, but when we
arrived at the Funeral Home for visitation, I was shocked to find out that this
boy couldn't have been any older than about 18!
I later found out that this young man was killed in a car
accident. He had just recently received his driver's license and was going to
pick up his date for a school when he was hit by a Truck driver. It wasn't
an instant death, he was taken to the hospital, but nothing could be done. He
died in his hospital bed about two hours after the accident, surrounded by his
family which, to my horror, included a younger Mother about my age.
The funeral ceremony was beautiful, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for the
poor Mother that had lost his nice son to a truck driver. A stupid, careless
puck,truck driver who took the life of an innocent, teenage boy. That thought alone
gave me a pang in my heart, but what really got to me was that Ardalan hadn't left
but a few weeks before the accident and how I was being such a major crybaby
about that when so many other people had even worse problems.
Tears blurred my vision as the pallbearers carried the casket to the hearse that
would take the body to the cemetery to be buried. We had a Black flag placed
on our bus, and then we slowly drove to the cemetery behind the vehicle carrying
his body and all the other cars on their way to see a loved one buried. Those
other cars included a Mother who had just lost her son at age 42. Sure,
I had lost Ardalan, but I was suddenly overcome with joy that my son was
driving a white bus when he left, and not being taken in a casket to the
cemetery in a black car. Suddenly, I was glad that my family didn't have to put
a black flag on our car when my son left.
Despite the fact that phone calls and mails, I'm glad I have that much communication with
Ardalan. At least I have Norroz and other hoildays with my son. But this poor family does not.
I miss my Son more than words can describe, but the pain I'm
feeling can't even begin to compare with what this poor Mother is feeling
right now.
I now know the distance between isthmus and the capital.
I was ungreatful.
I ask God now for his forgiveness.
I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For each and every family member in their households.
Naghshedel boghrat.


After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked?My Mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you, "I responded "just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting." We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My Mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.
After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mother sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small, "she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice, Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later, my Mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Some time ater, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I love YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time.""Your Heaven lies under the feet of your mother"Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby .... somebody doesn't know that once you're a Mother, "normal" is history.
Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first .... somebody doesn't have two or more children.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a Mother is labor and delivery .... somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."
Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her child gets married ... somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a Mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a Mother's job is done when her last child leaves home .... somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your Mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her .... somebody isn't a Mother.
Pass this along to all the "Mothers" in your life and to everyone who ever had a mother. This isn't just about being a Mother; it's about appreciating the people in your lives while you have them matter who that person is.
Watch your Thoughts, they become words.Watch your words, they become actions.Watch your actions, they become habits.Watch your Habits, they become character.Watch your Character, for it becomes your Destiny...

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Making Sandcastles

Making Sandcastles
Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves.
A little boy is on his knees scooping and packingthe sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket.Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it.And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower iscreated.
All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.
Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.
A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.
All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.
Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.
Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. Watch the boy as the dusk approaches.
As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.
The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.
& quote;It's my castle," he defies.
The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...
I don't know much about sandcastles. But children do. Watch them and learn. Go ahead and build, but build with a child's heart. When the sun sets and the tides take - applaud. Salute the process of life and go home.
Author Unknown

Make a difference

Make a Difference
Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day he was walking along the shore. As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day. So he began to walk faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn't dancing, but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and very gently throwing it into the ocean.
As he got closer he called out,"Good morning! What are you doing?" The young man paused, looked up and replied,
"Throwing starfish in the ocean."
"I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?"
"The sun is up and the tide is going out. And if I don't throw them in they'll die."
"But, young man, don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it. You can't possibly make a difference!"
The young man listed politely. Then bent down, picked another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves and said,
"It made a difference for that one."
Author unknown


"Love today, so you will never have empty yesterdays."
"Life without Love is like a harp without strings."
"Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met."
"Love is not about finding the right person, but creating a right relationship. It's not about how much love you have in the beginning but how much love you build till the end."
"Some say love is life, but love without hope and faith is an agonizing death."
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
"The greatest ironies of life: having the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out that you love someone after that person walks out of your sight ...."
"When you love, there's no such thing as loving a little, but loving all the way. Love may not ask you to give up your life, but it will require lots of sacrifices."
"To love someone is nothing. To be loved by someone is something. To love and be loved by someone is everything."
"The best proof of love is trust!"
"Take time to be sure, but be sure not to take too much time."
"If you have love, you'll live longer."
"Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back. Don't expect love in return, just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours."
"Remember, the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other."
"It's amazing the things you realize when you lose someone: you get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could've a million times, you take for granted the days spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. Anyone can be taken, at any time in our lives, but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to before."
"Live, learn and then get love. The only true place you can find truth is in the heart."
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is divine."
"Ever notice that the people who hurt you the most are the ones you tend to love more?"
"If you love someone, make sure you tell them--sometimes you only get one chance."
"Love, is a word that we cannot define correctly. But love, is a feeling we can always show positively."
Love is precious, love doesn't disguide. Go and love someone, because that is life."
In life, there are many things that we hope and dream for, love is but only one of them; though it seems that we spend all of our time looking for it, we probably keep walking right by it every time."
"The only things that life denies you are the things that you willing to let pass by. Fight for the things you love, and love the things that are worth fighting for."

Love advice

Read Each One Carefully and Think About It a Second or Two

1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am whenI am with you..

2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make youcry.

3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn'tmean they don't love you with all they have.

4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches yourheart.

5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowingyou can't have them.

6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is fallingin love with your smile.

7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be theworld.

8. Don't waste your time on a man / woman, who isn't willing to waste theirtime on you.

9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the rightone, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to begrateful.

10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened

11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to dois keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next timearound.

12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try andknow someone else and expect them to know you.

13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect themto.

Listen to your heart

Listen to your heart
Horror gripped the heart of a World War soldier, as he saw his lifelong friend fell in battle. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head, the soldier asked his Lieutenant if he could go out into the "no man's land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back.
"You can go," said the Lieutenant, "but I 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 fiend, hoisted him onto his shoulder and brought him back to their company's trench. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the wounded soldier, and 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 private answered, "but it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive and I got the chance to hear him say....."JIM........... I KNEW YOU'D COME."
Many times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not, really depends on how you 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....
"A true friend is one who walks in, when the rest of the world walks out"
Author Unknown

Life is wonderful if you know how to live...

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help." There were only a few coins in the hat. A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.
Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were u the one who changed my sign this morning? What did u write?"
The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what u said but in a different way." What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day & I cannot see it."
Do you think the first sign & the second sign were saying the same thing? Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?
Moral of the Story:
Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively. Invite the people towards good with wisdom. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. When Life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs.Life is a mystery to solve not a problem to resolve. Life is wonderful if you know how to live. Each day is as special as you want it to be.........MAKE IT GREAT


LET GOD HELP YOU IN YOUR CRISIS Life is full of transitions - moving, starting a new school year, getting married, becoming a parent, losing a loved one, starting a new job, being laid off. The changes you experience can be either positive or negative, but even if they're positive, they can be difficult to make. Each transition in your life has the potential to become a stressful crisis for you. That's why it's important to let God help you in the midst of your transitions. Here are some ways you can unleash God's power into a crisis in your life: Don't worry that it's wrong to be going through a crisis. In fact, it's normal to undergo many different crisis situations in life. Each crisis can help you grow. Remind yourself that God sees your destination, but you can only see each step in the process as you take it. Understand that God has a purpose for allowing you to go through each crisis, and that He will be with you as you do. Ask God to reveal His timing for when you should leave a situation and begin a new one. Have courage to act according to what's best, rather than according to sentiment or pressure from others. As you leave your old set of circumstances, ask God to heal your spirit so you don't enter new circumstances carrying old wounds. Confess past sins and embrace God's forgiveness and peace. If others have hurt you, forgive them, and move forward with a positive attitude. Acknowledge God as the ultimate source of everything you have and trust Him to provide everything you need for making a transition. Resist the urge to panic. Realize that panic is counterproductive, because it hinders your ability to think and act with the wisdom God wants you to have. Pour the energy you would have used for worrying into productive activities instead, such as looking for a new job if you have been laid off or taking a parenting class if you are expecting a baby. While making your transition, try to keep your everyday living schedule as normal as possible, such as by going to bed at the same time each night and getting up at the same time each morning. Don't limit the ways in which you invite God to work in your life. Be open to accepting His creativity. Remember that anything is possible with God. Humble yourself in the midst of your crisis, and trust God with your circumstances. If you do, He will bless you. Don't isolate yourself. Be sure you maintain frequent communication with God and other people who can support and encourage you. Pray and read The Light Book often to seek God's inspiration. Act proactively according to how God inspires you rather than simply reacting to your emotions.


LAW OF THE GARBAGE TRUCK - Let the garbage go by. How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood? Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day? Unless you're the Terminator, for an instant you're probably set back on your heels. However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly she can get back her focus on what's important.
Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here's what happened.
I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were driving in the right lane when all of a sudden, and I mean without warning, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded and missed the other car's back end by just inches. Here's what happened next. The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. How do I know? Ask any New Yorker, some words in New York come with a special face. Now, here's what blew me away. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was friendly. So, I said, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!" And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, "The Law of the Garbage Truck."
Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And if you let them, they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did. I guarantee it.
So this was it: The "Law of the Garbage Truck." I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at home, on the streets? It was that day I said, "I'm not going to do it anymore."
Well now "I see Garbage Trucks." I see the load they're carrying. I see them coming to drop it off. And like my Taxi Driver, I don't make it a personal thing; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on.
One of my favorite Football players of all time, Walter Payton, did this every day on the football field. He would jump up as quickly as he hit the ground after being tackled. He never dwelled on a hit. Payton was ready to make the next play his best. Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting. Good parents know that they have to welcome their children home from school with hugs and kisses.
Leaders and parents know that they have to be fully present, and at their best for the people they care about.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage Trucks take over their day. What about you? What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass you by?
Here's my bet. You'll be happier. I guarantee it. So, let the Garbage Trucks pass by.

If you don't dream

If you never dream you will never reach the summit.
you will never chart the seas.
you will never soar with eagles.
your cup will never overflow.
you'll never touch the rainbow.
you'll never scale the mountain.
the world will never find peace.
a great cure will never be found.
you will never touch the stars. If you never dare to dream, you will never be all that you can be. You will never give voice to the poet, give sight to the artist, give life to the writer, or give back to the world all that it's possible for you to return. Never stop dreaming. Never give up. Always look up and the stars will appear. Take the time today to stop and listen to your inner voice. It will guide and calm you when nothing else can. Take the time today to see that you are a unique individual , able to give something that no one else has...yourself. Take the time today to say hello to a friend you haven't seen in awhile. It will put a smile in their day. Take the time today to do a good deed without anyone knowing. It will warm your heart and return two fold. Take the time today to look about you and appreciate nature. God entrusted it's care with us. Enjoy it. Take the time today to say "I Love You" to someone you've neglected. Love is too precious not to voice. Take the time today to hug a small child. And in them find our own hearts and our hope for tomorrow. Take the time today to value yourself. You have much to offer to this world. Take the time today to count the things that have gone well. Too often we dwell on the negative and don't see the positive. Take the time today to spend with your family. Too soon things change..and time can never be recaptured. Take the time today to LOVE. Yourself, your family, your friends...the people in your heart. Take the time today and the world will be a much better place tomorrow. What value is there to my life?I thought it was great and wonderful and trueThat nothing anyone could possibly do Could make my life a worthless blight.
I turned to God with youthful praise,'Look and see and feel all the beauty you've done. You blessed the world, so please enjoy your kingdom!' I danced and sang like I was crazed.
But what words did God say to me?I, in my youthfulness, loved life more than not.He nodded to me patiently and this He taught,'This world is old, soon you will see.'
'It isn't as great as it was.One day soon in coming, a new world shall be,Where all is beautiful, peaceful and free.No hate or fear just lots of love.'
The value of my life is this:Doing God's Will and witnessing His sweet grace.Knowing that I'll be sharing my life alwaysWith Jesus in eternal bliss. Poetry By Azhar Malik

If you are

If you're mad with someone , and nobody's there to fix the situation... You fix it . Maybe today, that person still wants to be your friend . And if u don't, tomorrow can be too late .
If you're in love with somebody , but that person doesn't know... tell her/him. Maybe today, that person is also in love with you .And if you don't say it, tomorrow can be too late .
If you really want to kiss somebody... kiss her/him. Maybe that person wants a kiss from you, too . And if you don't kiss her/him today, tomorrow can be too late .
If you still love a person that you think has forgotten you... tell her/him. Maybe that person have always loved you. And if you don't tell her/him today , tomorrow can be too late.
If you need a hug of a friend... ask her/him for it. Maybe they need it more than you do. And if you don't ask for it today, tomorrow can be too late.
If you really have friends who you appreciate... tell them. Maybe they appreciate you as well. That if you don't and they leave or go far away today , tomorrow can be too late.
If you love your parents, and never had the chance to show them... do it . Maybe you have them there to show them how you feel. That if you don't and they leave today , then tomorrow can be too late.

Ice Cream

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.
"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins.
"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.
When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies - you see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
Author unknown

I creat you one day

I Created You One dayas usually, an orphan, a little girl, stood at the street corner begging for food, money or whatever she could get. Now, this girl was wearing very tattered clothes, was dirty and quite dishevelled. A well-to-do you man passed that corner without giving the girl a second look. But, when he returned to his expensive home, his happy and comfortable family, and his well-laden dinner table, his thoughts returned to the young orphan. He became very angry with God for allowing such conditions to exist. He reproached God, saying, "How can you let this happen? Why don't you do something to help this girl???" Then he heard God in the depths of his being responding by saying "I did. I created You."
Author Unknown

How we treat people

1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady. During my second month of college, our professor Gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello."
I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.
Till today do we all know the names of the person who cleans our schools / office premises. Forget knowing their names or speaking to them, many of us don't

Even know to give a smile. How much does a smile Cost
2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain One night, at11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had
broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man
took her to safety, helped her get assistance, and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a
giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my
clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving
others." Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole. 3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those
who serve. In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and
sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,
were two nickels and five pennies.. You see, he couldn't had the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.. 4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by
and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of
vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed
a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The
peasant learned what many of us never understand! Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts... Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who
was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the
illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a
deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his
face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away". Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the
doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her. Most importantly.................. "Work like you
don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do, when nobody's watching."

How to stay young

HOW TO STAY YOUNG (by George Carlin)
1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctor worry about them. That is why you pay him/her.
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever.. Never let the brain idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

How much does a miracle cost?

In the name of God who has not begotten,nor has begotten. A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Pascal's Drug Store . She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Alalleh twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! "And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice." I'm talking to my brother whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question. "Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Alalleh answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle." " I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist. " His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?" "We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little. "Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs." The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?" " I don't know," Alalleh replied with her eyes welling up." I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money." " How much do you have?" asked the well dressed man "One dollar and eleven cents," Allaleh answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to." "Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. " He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live.I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need." That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place."That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?" Allaleh smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle dollar and eleven cents .... plus the faith of a little child..In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.. I know you'll keep the ball moving! Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you! A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me. Today I pass the friendship ball to you. Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.