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    Post by Admin1 on Sun Jul 18, 2010 10:58 pm

    Father and Son:

    A Story that touches your heart!
    A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-oldson waiting for him at the door...
    Son: "Daddy, may I ask you a question"
    Daddy: "Yeah sure, what it is?"
    Son: "Dad, how much do you make an hour"
    Daddy: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"
    Son: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"
    Daddy: "I make Rs. 500 an hour"
    "Oh", the little boy replied, with his head down.Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300?"
    The father was furious,"if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some moneyto buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march yourself to your room andgo to bed.Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such thischildish behavior"
    The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
    The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy'squestions.
    How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
    After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down,and started to think:
    "May be there was something he really needed to buy with thatRs. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!"
    The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door.
    "Are you asleep, son?" He asked.
    "No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.
    "I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier", said the man,"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.Here's the Rs.300 you asked for
    "The little boy sat straight up, smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.
    Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes.
    The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
    The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.
    "Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.
    "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.
    "Daddy I have Rs. 500 now.
    Can I buy an hour of your time?
    Please come home early tomorrow.
    I would like to have dinner with you"

    It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life.We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent sometime with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.If we die tomorrow,the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter ofdays.But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest oftheir lives.And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to ourfamily....


    A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.

    The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.

    When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.

    What do you think were the four words?

    The husband just said "I Love You Darling"

    The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No
    point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

    Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn't forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don't multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.

    If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.

    Take off all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.

    The Salty Coffee :

    He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

    At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."

    Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

    That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

    After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."

    Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."

    Pass this to everyone because love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but HOLD ON!!!!


    unkown author , a long but good story dont hesitate to read it

    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 sur prise invitation is a sign of bad news.

    "I thought that it would be pleasant to be 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 t hat 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. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom 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 did to do anything for her.

    Some time later, 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 God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."


    A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers
    to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.

    As he got out of his car he noticed
    a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.

    He asked her what was wrong and she replied,
    "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.

    But I only have seventy-five cents,
    and a rose costs two dollars."
    The man smiled and said,
    "Come on in with me.. I'll buy you a rose."

    He bought the little girl her rose and
    ordered his own mother's flowers.

    As they were leaving
    he offered the girl a ride home.

    She said,
    "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."

    She directed him to a cemetery,
    where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.

    The man returned to the flower shop,
    cancelled the wire order, picked up a bouquet
    and drove the two hundred miles to his mother's house.

    Moral of the Story:
    Mother is always a blessing,motivation and inspiration to all
    those who are having mother. and my advice is to
    please respect and love her if she is with you
    then you are lucky and try to make her happy and smiling
    and take her blessing this is one of the best gift
    in this life and here after..

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