Mother

Mother
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“This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn’t enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice”.


While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say “Eat this rice, son! I’m not hungry.” This was Mother’s First Lie. As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit mor
e nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup.

While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; my heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, “Eat this fish, son! I don’t really like fish.” This was Mother’s Second Lie.


Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes, which she filled with fresh matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, “Mother, go to sleep; it’s late: you can continue working tomorrow morning.” Mother smiled and said “Go to sleep, son! I’m not tired.” This was Mother’s Third Lie.

When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother’s love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration; I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said “Drink, son! I’m not thirsty!” This was Mother’s Fourth Lie.


After Father’s death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family’s life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family’s condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying “I don’t need love.” This was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, “I have enough money.” That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

I continued my part-time studies for my Master’s Degree. Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn’t want to bother her son; she said to me “I’m not used to high living.” That was Mother’s Seventh Lie.


In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, “Don’t cry, son! I’m not in pain.”

That was Mother’s Eighth Lie. Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died.


YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!

*M – O – T – H – E – R *

*“M”* is for the Million things she gave me,

*“O”* means Only that she’s growing old,

*“T”* is for the Tears she shed to save me,

*“H”* is for her Heart of gold,

*“E”* is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,

*“R”* means Right, and right she’ll always be.

Put them together, they spell* **“MOTHER”* a word that means the world to me.
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  • What is LOVE? - a Heart Touching Story


    What is LOVE? - a Heart Touching Story

    'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here right away and make our darling daughter eat her food?'

    I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.

    Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the 'cooling effects' of Curd Rice!

    I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. "Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear And, if you don't, your Mom will shout at me'

    I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat â€" not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated.

    'Dad, if I eat this entire Curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'

    'Oh sure, darling'.

    'Promise?'

    'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal.

    'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise', without any emotion.

    Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindumma, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?'

    'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested.

    After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. 'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand!

    'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'a girl child having her head shaved off?

    Impossible!'.

    'Never in our family!' my mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'

    'Sindumma, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

    'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said with finality.

    'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.

    'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honour our promises no matter what?'

    It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'

    'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

    'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

    With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big & beautiful.

    On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!'

    What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.

    'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from ... ...
    leukaemia.'

    She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.

    But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'

    I stood transfixed. And then, I wept.

    'My little Angel, will you grant me a boon? Should there be another birth for me, will you be my mother, and teach me what Love is?'
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  • 101 Reasons Why I LOVE YOU


    101 Reasons why I LOVE YOU and No Reason For Hating!!!!!!!!!!!

    1. I love the way we finish each other's sentences.
    2. I love the way I know you'll never give up on me.
    3. I love the fact that I wouldn't ever give up on you.
    4. I love th...e way you look at me.
    5. I love how beautiful your eyes are.
    6. I love the way I can't imagine a day without you in my life.
    7. I love the way if we were ever separated I wouldn't know how to go on.
    8. I love the way we cuddle and watch sunsets together.
    9. I love the way we sometimes stay up all night, then watch the sunrise together.
    10. I love how I know you'll always be there when I need you to be.
    11. I love the fact that I will always be there for you too.
    12. I love how when I dream of my life partner, the only person I can see is you.
    13. I love how complete I feel when I am with you.
    14. I love how our bodies just fit together.
    15. I love the way you make me laugh.
    16. I love the way you laugh.
    17. I love the way you won't compromise yourself when we are together.
    18. I love the way you won't let me compromise myself.
    19. I love your thoughtfulness.
    20. I love your tenderness.
    21. I love your ability to speak without saying a single word.
    22. I love the way we glance at each other across the room and know what each other is thinking.
    23. I love the way, how even though we may be miles apart I still feel like you're right here with me.
    24. I love the way you surprise me with the perfect gifts that show you pay attention to me.
    25. I love the way you'll watch a sporting game with me even though you may not be interested in it.
    26. I love the way you treat my friends.
    27. I love your love for the things that interest me.
    28. I love the way you let me live my life freely without jealousy.
    29. I love how you demand respect but are not controlling.
    30. I love how I would do anything in this world to make you happy.
    31. I love how you would do anything in this world to make me happy.
    32. I love the way your voice sounds over the phone.
    33. I love the way your voice sounds when you whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
    34. I love the completeness and oneness I feel when we make love.
    35. I love your sensuality.
    36. I love how our romance feels like the perfect romance movie.
    37. I love how you are my soul mate.
    38. I love the way you handle troubled times.
    39. I love the way you respect me.
    40. I love the way you protect and defend me.
    41. I love how you feel when we cuddle.
    42. I love the softness of your lips against mine.
    43. I love the softness of you lips against my body.
    44. I love the feeling of your hair brushing against me when we make love.
    45. I love laying in bed at night talking about nothing.
    46. I love waking up to find we've been cuddling together all night.
    47. I love the surprises you leave for me.
    48. I love your intelligence.
    49. I love your ingenuity.
    50. I love your ability to make friends where ever we go.
    51. I love your love for life.
    52. I love your passion for your hobbies and interests.
    53. I love how every time I look at you, you take my breath away.
    54. I love how I thank God everyday for bringing someone as wonderful as you into my life.
    55. I love the fact you gave me the gift of our children.
    56. I love the special moments that we shared that will remain my fondest memories of you and I.
    57. I love spending the holidays with the one person I love the most.
    58. I love how my heart skips a beat whenever you walk into the room.
    59. I love how you love me.
    60. I love how I love you.
    61. I love the ways you choose to show your affection for me.
    62. I love the way you inspire me to be more than I am.
    63. I love the way you spark my creativity and imagination.
    64. I love the way you make me feel like anything is possible as long as I'm with you.
    65. I love your sense of humor.
    66. I love the way you make me feel like royalty.
    67. I love the way you dress.
    68. I love your understated elegance.
    69. I love you just the way you are.
    70. I love your spontaneity.
    71. I love our life together.
    72. I love how if I died right now I would be the happiest person alive knowing I found my one true love.
    73. I love the fact that we will grow old together.
    74. I love your way with words.
    75. I love the way you look when your sleeping.
    76. I love the way you think you look awful when you first wake up when it is actually then I find you the most beautiful.
    77. I love your willingness to share everything and most especially your heart with me.
    78. I love your strength of character.
    79. I love taking showers together.
    80. I love the way you leave me love notes to find whenever you're gone.
    81. I love the way you treat me.
    82. I love the way you take care of us.
    83. I love your cooking.
    84. I love the way you take the time to thank me for doing every day things.
    85. I love the way you show your affection when we are around friends andor family.
    86. I love the way you are not scared to show your affection when we are in public.
    87. I love your confidence.
    88. I love your ability to make me feel better when times are tough.
    89. I love the way we make up after a fight.
    90. I love how you treat our children.
    91. I love the way you support me when I'm off track.
    92. I love the way you take the time to show me how much you love me.
    93. I love your beautiful hair.
    94. I love your body.
    95. I love your openness to try new things.
    96. I love your ability to talk things through.
    97. I love your courage to be you.
    98. I love your greatness.
    99. I love the fact that you want to be with me and only me.
    100. I love how I am and feel when I am with you!
    101. I love you for you!
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  • Real Touching Story About a Soldier


    This is a real touching story about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from Delhi.

    "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've got a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring with me." "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know," the son continued. "He was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with  us. ! "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives  to live, and we can't let something like this  interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

    At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the Delhi police. Their son had died after falling from a building! they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to Delhi and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but  to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.

    The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

    Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, ask for the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more  understanding of those who are different from us!!!
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  • ALWAYS BE POSITIVE


    Once upon a time there was a bunch of tiny frogs who arranged a running competition. The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants.
     
     The race began…

    Honestly, No one in crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. crowd yelled statements such as:

    “Oh, WAY too difficult!!!”

    “They will NEVER make it to the top.”

    “Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!”

    The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one. Except for those, who in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher.

    The crowd continued to yell, “It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!”

    More tiny frogs got tired and gave up. But ONE continued higher and higher and higher. This one wouldn’t give up!

    At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top! THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it?

    A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and reach the goal? It turned out. That the winner was DEAF!!!

    :: Moral of the Story ::
    Never listen to other people’s tendencies to be negative or pessimistic. because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you — the ones you have in your heart!

    Always think of the power words have. Because everything you hear and read will affect your actions! Therefore, ALWAYS BE POSITIVE!

    Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you cannot fulfill your dreams! Always think: God and I can do this...

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  • Never Try to Abuse or Ignore you Parents



    TRUE STORY THAT HAPPENED IN CANADA
    A baby boy David was born to a certain family. The mum was so excited that she hardly put him down. One day she left him sleeping and went to the garden. When she was there, the house caught fire and she ran back home as first as possible to save her only son. People tried to stop her but they didnt succeed.

    She went in and found the baby untouched. Unfotunately her hair caught fire as she was going out and she started burning. It was very bad for the rest of her life because she had to live with a scar. The boy grew up and became very rich and shifted to town. But in the real sense, he was ashamed of his mother's scars. When people asked him, he would say, "l dont have someone so ugly in our family as my mother". One day his mum overheard how his son was telling people and she was very disappointed.

    she decided to travel to town to explain to his only son what had happened and the reason behind her ugliness. But unfortunately, the bus she was traveling with, got an accident and the mum died instantly. The boy heard of the news, and felt very happy. He then rushed to the village and found people sad. He just passed them and went direct to her mothers room to search for important documents.

    He was shocked to find her Mom's oldest DIARY BOOK written, DATE: 5th Sept 1980. I was announced the WINNER MISS TORONTO BEAUTY CONTEST. DATE: 14th Jan 1982. My husband Tonny Gates on passed away in road accident and left me six months pregnant. DATE: 2nd July 1983. I saved my only son David from a fire and I ended up loosing my hair while scars left on my face. David felt too bad and started crying, but it was TOO LATE! TOO LATE!

    PLEASE NOTE:

    Never try to Abuse or Ignore you Parents. They are a blessing to us and you will cry when they are gone. Now, U have two thing to choose.

    1. To SHARE this story to friends.
    OR
    2. IGNORE as nothing has happened. God is watching you. Press LIKE
    &
    write,"I LOVE YOU MOM" if you truely love her...
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  • A Short Story From an Engineer Who Grew Up in Remote North Eastern State of India


    Education:-
    Growing up as a kid in North East India in 80s and 90s could have been a great fun or challenging or both depending on how one views it. There was no dearth of good schools and teachers in major cities such as Guwahati, Shillong, Agartala or maybe Silchar but choices were not that plenty in rest of the places. It was definitely not the case in insurgency ridden town in Nagaland where it is not that great for good teachers with opportunities available in rest of the country. It is great place if the kids think school is fun since there are no teachers and no classes. It could be a big challenge if the kid wants to compete with other kids from bigger towns of North East not to talk about the Delhis and Kolkatas

    Challenge 1: 
    One could easily end up blaming the “environment” (wow, I got another “E”!). The quota system in engineering colleges for each state is a breather but being in top 20 is all you can do to get into any good engineering college. This kid was lucky; he had good fun with the challenge and made it to one of those colleges.

    Challenge 2:  
    The north eastern kid lands up in the college and finds himself among smart kids from all over the country. They know computers which he thought were something only seen in Hollywood movies. Professors think that this kid would not even be in top 10000 if he had been from Delhi .He has to pedal a bit extra faster to catch up with these smart kids and change that image over four year period. In the final year of college, good grades and campus placements help him in secure few job opportunities but something called “recession” catches up.

    Employment
    The kid decides not to return home due to not having a secured job offer. He does few small jobs in a big metro, likes his 30 square meter “barsati” apartment shared by 4 other kids with similar desire to succeed in the job market and does not lose hope yet.

    Challenge 3:  
    Good news!  He is in a bigger city. Bad news there is 100,000 other kids like him who have similar desire to succeed.  To have fun with the challenge, he doesn’t worry too much about the other 99,999.

    Challenge 4:   
    Fresher job opportunities in a good company were getting lesser due to recession. So he tries his hands in ways to get better chances at landing him a job which takes us to our next key word –Employability.


    Employability
    Employers require people who can communicate well (often mistaken with ability to only speak English fast!). Employers also like integrity and ethics. Employers will like you if they can see if you can take responsibility which might come from a “can do” attitude. Importantly employers will like if you have the ability to perform the job. They might train you too but you need to be honest.


    Challenge 5:  
    If you know your stuff, all good! If not, you need professional courses in addition. Colleges can provide qualifications but will not make you qualified for the job. It is not enough to know how Java Virtual Machine works, it’s important to communicate that in short 30 minutes and if you are lucky enough 1 hour interview for a fresher.

    Challenge 6: 
     If you have not spent 10-12 years in a school where you learnt how to “communicate”, chances are that it is going to be a little difficult for you (they might have taught you but it is Your learning is important). Three or four years in college are those good time to brush that up or take professional help. Unfortunately I didn’t have organisations like KRC to help me out so it took me more than 4 years in college to understand what communication is really made up of.

    Entrepreneurship
    I am not an entrepreneur and most likely majority of you reading will not be a business owner either. OK, now I have a job. The company has spent lots of rupees to train me. What is next then?

    Challenge 7:  
    Good news- I got a job in the top company in India. Bad news- It also has another 10,000 smart employees.

    Challenge 8:  
    What do employers really want from their employees? They want them to be smart and hard-working and understand their own growth path as the company grows. They want what is called Intrapreneurs –An

    Internal Entrepreneur. An Intrapreneur is someone who works like a business owner inside a company and who thinks the company he/she works for is their own. They have a shared vision on how their contribution adds up to every bit. I can tell you it is a good fun to be ranked top among those engineers when working for such a large MNC. Only way is to have a good attitude –one which has Intrapreneurship added to it.

    Emotional Intelligence
    It has been a short journey for this engineer kid. He had successes and learnt from his failures. On his path he met many difficulties and lot of helping hands. He feels he is the king of the world! Almost.

    Challenge 9:  
    He lands up in a foreign land with no visible similarity in people, food or language (I did tell you English is not everything!). Fun part is being from North East India is an advantage! We are all so different there in such a small landscape. Being from India helps too but depends if one had the opportunity to explore other cultures.

    Challenge 10 (Not so Final Challenge): 
    Senior employees who have long experience will be mature enough to handle pressure scenario. That is why they are in those top positions. Problem is this kid is ambitious and that is where control over one’s emotions is going to take him to the next level. Yes , he will not get the same “environment”  he grew up in but it will be something that could change his life and of many others whom he calls family and friends. Point is, sometimes we will do well, and sometimes we will not. Understanding one’s strengths and weakness is the most important thing. Get professional help when you can otherwise the rest of those 99,999 will catch up and you will be part of those not so top kids. Whatever it is, it is important to know that success is an interesting and intriguing journey, not a destination
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  • A Diary


    It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.

    I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.
    She said, "I miss you."
    I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."
    She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.
    I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."

    Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.

    Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"
    Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.

    Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.

    But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."

    We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.

    We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go.

    She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this."

    With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.

    She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."
    I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"
    I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"

    I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.

    Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain would go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.

    The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence.

    I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself."

    She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

    She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.
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  • DON'T LET GO OF HOPE



    Hope gives you the strength to keep going
    when you feel like giving up.

    Don’t ever quit believing in yourself.
    As long as you believe you can,
    you will have a reason for trying.

    Don’t let anyone hold your happiness in their hands;
    hold it in your own, so it will always be within your reach.

    Don’t measure success or failure by material wealth,
    but by how you feel. Our feelings determine the riches in our lives.

    Don’t let bad moments overcome you.
    Be patient, and they will pass.

    Don’t hesitate to reach out for help;
    we all need it from time to time.

    Don’t runaway from Love, but towards love;
    because it is our deepest joy.

    Don’t wait for what you want to come to you.
    Go after it with all that you are;
    knowing that life will meet you half way.

    Don’t feel like you’ve lost when plans
    and dreams fall short of your hopes.

    Anytime you learn something new about yourself,
    or about life, you have progressed.
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  • A Beautiful Story - The Blind Passenger



    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, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.

    It had been a year since Susan, thirty-four, 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. Once a fiercely independent woman, Susan now felt condemned by this terrible twist of fate to become a powerless and helpless burden on everyone around her.

    "How could this have happened to me?" she would plead, her heart knotted with anger, but no matter how much she cried, protested, ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth that her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. Just getting through each day was an exercise in frustration and exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was her husband Mark.

    Mark was an Air Forces officer and he loved Susan with all of his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.

    Mark's military background had trained him well to deal with such sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever face.
    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 and from 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 and so angry. 'How would she react?' he admitted to himself again. 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 to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, 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 specifically her hearing, how 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. He made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when she would trip exiting the bus, or drop her briefcase. 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. He believed in her, he used to know before she'd lost her sight, who wasn't afraid of any challenge and who would never, ever quit.

    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 sincerity, his patience and 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. She was doing it and she was going to work all by herself.


    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?.

    Curiously, she asked him "Why do you say that 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, she asked him again "What do you mean?" .

    The driver answered, "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 physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was fortunate, so fortunate, 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.  

    You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.

    God watches over us in just the same way. We may not know His presence, and we may not be able to see His blessed face, but He is there nonetheless!.

    GIVE AND IT WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU...
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  • I'll Carry You Out Every Morning Until We Are Old


    On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

     This was the scene of ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water. We had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

    Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girl's eyeballs." Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls." Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.

     I moved Dew's hands aside and said, "You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company." Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.

    One day I said to her in a slight joking way. "Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

     When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.

     Once again, Dew said to me. "He Ning, divorce her, O.K.?" Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.

     When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you". She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?" I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me. "You are not a man!" At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.

     With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.

     A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions. She didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple. Our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?" This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, "I remember." "You carried me in your arms." She continued, "So, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning." I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.

     I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce." She said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

     My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.

    She closed her eyes and said softly. "Let us start from today, don't tell our son." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.

     On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.

     On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there."

     On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer.

    On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

     I said to her, "It seems not difficult to carry you now." She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown fatter." I smiled. But I suddenly realised that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out." He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

    On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old." I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy."

     I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious." She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead, "You got no fever." I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew. I can only say sorry to you.

     I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you."

    Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.

    When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote. "I'll carry you out every morning until we are old." 


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  • Inspirational & Motivational Man Govind Jaiswal IAS!


    Govind Jaiswal, 24, the son of an uneducated rickshaw puller in Varanasi, had  grown up with cruel taunts like ‘However much you study, you will still be a rickshawpuller.’ He had studied with cotton stuffed in his ears to drown the noise of printing machines and generators below his window in a poor neighbourhood where small workshops existed cheek by jowl with tiny residential quarters.

    He had given Math tuitions to supplement the paltry sum his father could afford to send him each month. His ailing father had sold a small plot of land to give Govind about Rs 40,000 so that he could move to Delhi which would provide him a better place to study.

    Throughout his life, he had lived with only one dream — to become an officer of the Indian Administrative Service. For him that was the only way. And when he broke the news to his family, that he was ranked 48 among 474 successful candidates in his first attempt at the exam — it was the turn of his three sisters and father to weep with unbridled joy.

     I could not afford to have any other career goal. My life would have been absolutely futile had I not made it into the civil services,” says Govind, just back from his medicals in New Delhi, mandatory for the IAS.

    “You must understand that my circumstances were such that besides the Civil Services, I had no option. I didn’t have much of a chance with lower government jobs because they are mostly fixed, neither could I start a business because I had no money. The only thing I could do was work hard at my studies.”

    It was almost impossible for him to study in the one room he shared with his family. To add to his woes was the power cut that extended between 10 and 14 hours every day. The moment the lights went out, he had to shut the window to block out the deafening noise of generators in the many workshops around his home.

    So in search for a quiet place to study, he briefly shared a friend’s room at the Banaras Hindu University. Since that did not help him much, he did what many civil services aspirants in northern India do — he moved to New Delhi.

    Working for ten years at the government ration shop, Narayan earned a living by weighing goods at the store. One day when the shop shut down, he bought one rickshaw and hired it out. He added three more and at one time was prosperous enough to own about 36 rickshaws.

    On his meager earnings, the uneducated rickshaw vendor with a hearing disability continued the education of his children. The girls were married after their graduation — Narayan sold two
    pieces of land for the weddings, the last plot was sold to achieve his Govinda’s dream.

    Narayan gave his son Rs 40,000 to prepare for his Civil Services exam in New Delhi and pursue his childhood dream of becoming an IAS officer. For the next three years, he sent his son between Rs 2,500 and Rs 3,000 every month, sometimes foregoing the expense of treating the septic wound in his foot that continues to nag him till today.

    Outside his narrow lane, opposite the Varanasi City railway station, where Narayan Jaiswal parks his rickshaws and spends most of his waking hours, he still walks barefooted with a bandage, one end hanging loose and scraping the dirty road. 

    “Beyond this year, my father could not have afforded to send Govind any more money. It was getting very tough for him. Govind was earning Rs 1,500 from tuitions, I don’t know what he would
    have done if he didn’t make it to the IAS this year. My father could not sleep for 10 days before the results came,” says Govind’s eldest sister Nirmala, whose son is almost the same age as
    her brother.

    Until now, courier delivery boys found his house with great difficulty but now even the fruit cart-wallah, one-and-a-half kilometres away, will tell you where the ‘IAS’ house is...

    Hatsoff to you both!!
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  • EDUCATION DOES NOT MEAN GOOD JUDGEMENT



    There is a story about a man who sold hot dogs by the roadside. He was illiterate, so he never read newspapers . He was hard of hearing, so he never listened to the radio. His eyes were weak, so he never watched television. But enthusiastically, he sold lots of hot dogs. His sales and profit went up. He ordered more meat and got himself a bigger and a better stove. As his business was growing, the son, who had recently graduated from college, joined his father.

    Then something strange happened. The son asked, "Dad, aren't you aware of the great recession that is coming our way?" The father replied, "No, but tell me about it."

    The son said, "The international situation is terrible. The domestic is even worse. We should be prepared for the coming bad time." The man thought that since his son had been to college, read the papers, and listened to the radio, he ought to know and his advice should not be taken lightly. So the next day, the father cut down his order for the meat and buns, took down the sign and was no longer enthusiastic. Very soon, fewer and fewer people bothered to stop at his hot dog stand.

    And his sales started coming down rapidly. The father said to his son, "Son, you were right. We are in the middle of a recession. I am glad you warned me ahead of time."

    Negative motivation brings the desire to take the easier way which ends up being the tougher way.

    Internal motivation comes from within, such as pride, a sense of achievement, responsibility and belief.

    About Author

    John Powell (born 18 September 1963) is an English composer, best known for his scores to motion pictures. He has been based in the United States since 1997 and has composed the scores to over fifty feature films. He rose to fame in the late 1990s and 2000s, scoring numerous animated films, in addition to his live-action collaborations with directors Doug Liman and Paul Greengrass. His 2010 score for the film How to Train Your Dragon earned him his first Academy Award nomination at the 83rd Academy Awards.
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  • The Big Rocks of Life

    One day, an expert in time management was speaking to a group of business students and, to drive home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, “Okay, time for a quiz?”, and he pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouth Mason jar and set it on the table in front of him.



    
    He also produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, “Is this jar full?”.

    Everyone in the class yelled, Yes! The time management expert replied, “Really?”. He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. He dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the spaces between the big rocks.

    He then asked the group once more, “Is the jar full?” By this time the class was on to him. “Probably not”, one of them answered. Good! he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel.

    Once more he asked the question, “Is this jar full?” “No!” the class shouted. Once again he said, Good! Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim.

    He looked at the class and asked, “What is the point of this illustration?” One eager student raised his hand and said, “The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it!”.

    “No”, the speaker replied, that’s not the point. “The truth is, this illustration teaches us that if you don’t put the big rocks in first, you’ll never get them in at all.”

    “What are the ‘big rocks’ in your life, time with your loved ones, your faith, your education, your dreams, a worthy cause, teaching or mentoring others. Remember to put these ‘big rocks’ in first or you’ll never get them in at all.”

    “What are the ‘big rocks’ in your life, time with your loved ones, your faith, your education, your dreams, a worthy cause, teaching or mentoring others. Remember to put these ‘big rocks’ in first or you’ll never get them in at all.”

    So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question

    What are the ‘big rocks’ in my life Then, put those in your jar first.

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  • Life is Not So Short. So, Don't be So Proud of Yourself & Damn Others...

    A poor boy loved a rich girl. One day the boy proposed her.  Then the girl said, "listen! your  monthly salary is my daily hand expenses. Should I be involved  with you? How could you thought  that? I will never love you. So, forget me 'n get engaged with  someone else of your level."  But somehow the boy could not forget her so easily.

    10 years later.

    One day they became face to face in a shopping center. The lady said, "Hey! you! How are you? Now I'm married. Do you know how much is my husband's salary? Rs. 2 lac per month! Can you imagine? 'n he is also very smart."

    The guy's eyes got wet with tear by hearing those words. After few minutes her husband came before the lady could say something to the guy, her husband started to say by seeing the guy.

    "Sir! You here? Meet my wife." Then he said to her wife, "I'm going to assist a project of sir, which is of Rs. 200 crore. 'n do u know a fact? Sir loved a girl but he didn't get her. That's why still he is unmarried. How much lucky the girl was. Isn't it? Now a days who can love like that way?"

    Moral:

    Life is not so short. So,don't be so proud of yourself and damn others. .. Situations change with time. Every one should respect other's love.

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  • I Need You For My Whole Life.. U are My HeartBeat... Still Loving U


    A Conversation with a teen boy and girl. They've started talking again, they've broke up for 3 months. Girl goes online on Facebook chat

    Boy- Hey , I've been thinking about you alot. I really missed you. You were all I Thought About,
    I was going crazy. I Miss you no one can replace, your spot. Babe, please. I Need you and only You

    Girl- Doesn't type anything. Re-reads the message over and over again. She feels her heart melting 

    Boy- Babe. . . . Sends her this song, " Big Sean , Love Story"

    Girl- Clicks on the Link and goes offline. Looks up the lyrics and practices them, Stays up all day trying to Learn the lyrics.

    Boy- thinks in his head."I Love You so much". Goes to her Facebook page and stares at her profile picture, Crying. Memories Flash Back

    Girl- Practices the song, singing the girl part only.

    The Next Day - Knock Knock

    Boy looks through his window, Trying to hide his tears from her.

    Girl- May I Come In?


    Boy- Yes . . .


    Girl - Walks slowly to his laptop, notices tears on the side of his Keyboard, and looks at his tabs. The Boy Had Her Facebook page opened and just that. Looks over to the side notices the boy on the couch Sobbing. She Goes on youtube and puts on the song, She Walks close to him, and she sings it to him
     
    Boy - Stops and stares at her, a big smile comes to his face. You sing so beautiful, I dont think no else's voice could ever compare to yours. You sing really beautiful. I really missed you. I Spent all night thinking about you. I Didn't sleep at all. I Felt like i couldn't breathe cause you were away from me. I Want . .

    Girl- You back. I Spent all night,
      I Havent slept ever since. I Miss you.

    Boy- I thought you didnt want me, I thought you didnt want to talk to me.


    Girl- I Did. I Missed you more than anything in this world. There was not one day where you werent off my mind.


    Boy- Then why didnt you try to talk to me?


    Girl- I Was waiting for you to do that.


    Boy- Can you sit next to me?


    Girl - Walks over to boy and sits next to him rests her head on his shoulder. trys her best not to fall asleep

    Boy - Stares at her admiring her beauty. Smiles, puts his arm around her & whispers in her ear while girl is asleep " I'm never gonna let you go" hugs her tight and falls asleep with her..... :) :) :) 
     
    ♥ babee i need you for my whole life..you are my heartbeat...still loving you ♥

    LIKE if u liike this story its very heart touching story
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  • A Hardworking Father



    Father was a hardworking man who delivered bread as a living to support his wife and three children. He spent all his evenings after work attending classes, hoping to improve himself so that he could one day find a better paying job. Except for Sundays, Father hardly ate a meal together with his family. He worked and studied very hard because he wanted to provide his family with the best money could buy.

    Whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

    The day came when the examination results were announced. To his joy, Father passed, and with distinctions too! Soon after, he was offered a good job as a senior supervisor which paid handsomely.

    Like a dream come true, Father could now afford to provide his family with life’s little luxuries like nice clothing, fine food and vacation abroad.

    However, the family still did not get to see father for most of the week. He continued to work very hard, hoping to be promoted to the position of manager. In fact, to make himself a worthily candidate for the promotion, he enrolled for another course in the open university.

    Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

    Father’s hard work paid off and he was promoted. Jubilantly, he decided to hire a maid to relieve his wife from her domestic tasks. He also felt that their three-room flat was no longer big enough, it would be nice for his family to be ablt to enjoy the facilities and comfort of a condominium. Having experienced the rewards of his hard work many times before, Father resolved to further his studies and work at being promoted again. The family still did not get to see much of him. In fact, sometimes Father had to work on Sundays entertaining clients. Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

    As expected, Father’s hard work paid off again and he bought a beautiful condominium overlooking the coast of Singapore. On the first Sunday evening at their new home, Father declared to his family that he decided not to take anymore courses or pursue any more promotions. From then on he was going to devote more time to his family.

    Father did not wake up the next day.
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  • Heart Touching Story about the Existence of God


    A man went to a barber shop to have his hair and his beard trimmed as always. He started to have a good conversation with the barber that attended him. They talked about many things and various subjects. Suddenly, they touched on the subject of God.

    The barber said: “Look man, I don’t believe that God exists as you say.” “Why do you say that?” asked his client. “Well, it’s so easy, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God does not exist. Tell me, if God existed, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be no suffering nor pain. I can’t think of loving a God who permits all of these things.”

    The client stopped for a moment, thinking, but he didn’t want to respond so as to cause an argument. The barber finished his job and the client went out of the shop. Just after he left the barber shop he saw a man in the street with shaggy, long hair and a beard (it seems that it had been a long time since he had his cut, and he looked so untidy). Then the client again entered the barber shop and he said to the barber: “You know
    what? I think barbers do not exist.”

    “How can you say they don’t exist?” asked the barber. “I am a barber and here I am.” “No!” the client exclaimed. “They don’t exist; if they did there would be no people with shaggy, long hair and beards like that man who walks in the street.”

    “Ah, barbers do exist,” said the barber. “What happens is that people do not come to me.” “Exactly!” affirmed the client. “That’s the point. God does exist. What happens is people don’t go to Him and do not look for Him. That’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.”
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  • Let’s Promise That We Well Never Ever Commit Suicide!

    There are more ways than ever to find out how much life is worth living, each time you feel so lonely, so depressed and then you start believing that you don’t belong here anymore, just look around you and make up your mind for a while…

    Halfway around the world, I’m sure, positive, that there’s someone holding more pain in his heart than I hold in mine, & he suffers much more than I do.My lungs! They’re still full of air! Even the air is encouraging me & saying that I’m still alive, fine & healthy, it will never give up on me, it’s just waiting for me to get over this!!

    Let’s make the memory do its job, let it remind you the happy moments that you have ever experienced, I’m pretty sure they’re endless!! So don’t let this horrible thing that happened to you deprive you of enjoying more happy moments, because you do deserve more!!

    Look at your friends & the ones who love you, think how horrible they would feel when they know you committed that aweful crime, & they would even feel guilty & say: If I had shown him how much I loved him he would never think about killing himself.

    Look at you!! You’re courageous enough to get yourself killed and say goodbye to nice things in life, as the moon, the stars, the sky, food, music, people… How could a living person with a beating heart between his lungs get separated from these things? That needs a high degree of bravery, so how couldn’t you have the courage to face your problems and try to solve them? & Remember, mate, God is the one who gave you life, so he would be so angry with you if you take his right of taking lives back, so be certain that whatever you’re running from in your life is better, because where ever you’re going to won’t be a better place!!

    Please, when you feel that it is the end of the world for you, just go & sit in a corner of your room & spend a few hours weeping. Cry body & drop some tears, it’s ok, & you’ll feel relieved later trust me, because I know, that inside you there’s still a thin ray of light, it’s called hope, friend, hope…

    Don’t you ever say: “I’m tough I don’t cry”, that’s absolutely wrong, well, obviously trying to make an end to your life in order to run from some troubles you’re not capable of solving doesn’t show any toughness!!

    We keep our promises, people, so I promise & I give my word that I would never ever kill myself, because I have faith in god’s mercy,& this faith gives me strength to believe that he won’t let me down…
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  • LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.


    Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the  way, she did what she could to help her  3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Mommy’s tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown , Tennessee In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. 

    But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael’s little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary’s Hospital, Knoxville , Tennessee The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.

    Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral. Michael however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. I want to sing to her, he kept saying. Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not.

    If he didn’t see his sister right then, he may never see her alive.  She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU.  He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed!’  The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse’s face, her lips a firm line. ‘He is not leaving until he sings to his sister’ she stated.  Then Karen towed Michael to his sister’s bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live.  After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang:

    ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
    you make me happy when skies are gray.’
    Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond.
    The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.

    ‘Keep on singing, Michael,’ encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes.

    ‘You never know, dear, how much I love you,
    please don’t take my sunshine away.’ 

    As Michael sang to his sister, the baby’s ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten’s purr
    ‘Keep on singing, sweetheart.’

    ‘The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping,
    I dreamed I held you in my arms’
    Michael’s little sister began to relax as rest,
    healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.

    ‘Keep on singing, Michael.’  Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse.  Karen glowed.

    ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
    Please don’t take my sunshine away.’

    The next day…the very next day.  the little girl was well enough to go home Woman’s Day Magazine called it
    The Miracle of a Brother’s Song. The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God’s love. NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL. In God We Trust! ‘The evidence of God’s presence far outweighs the proof of His absence.’
    Life is Good.
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