A
doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an
urgent surgery. He answered the call asap, changed his clothes &
went directly to the surgery block. He found the boy’s father pacing in
the hall waiting for the doctor. On seeing him, the dad yelled:
“Why did U take all this time to come? Don’t U know that my son’s life is in danger? Don’t U have any sense of responsibility?”
Th…e doctor smiled & said:
“I
am sorry, I wasn’t in the hospital & I came as fast as I could
after receiving the call…… And now, I wish you’d calm down so that I can
do my work”
“Calm
down?! What if your son was in this room right now, would U calm down?
If your own son dies now what will U do??” said the father angrily
The doctor smiled again & replied: “I will say what Job said in
the Holy Book “From dust we came & to dust we return, blessed be the
name of God”. Doctors cannot prolong lives. Go & intercede for your
son, we will do our best by God’s grace”
“Giving advises when we’re not concerned is so easy” Murmured the father.
The surgery took some hours after which the doctor went out happy,
“Thank
goodness!, your son is saved!” And without waiting for the father’s
reply he carried on his way running. “If U have any question, ask the
nurse!!”
“Why is he so arrogant? He couldn’t wait some minutes so that I ask
about my son’s state” Commented the father when seeing the nurse minutes
after the doctor left.
The nurse answered, tears coming down her
face: “His son died yesterday in a road accident, he was in the burial
when we called him for your son’s surgery. And now that he saved your
son’s life, he left running to finish his son’s burial.”
Moral - Never judge anyone….. because U never know how their life is & what they’re going through
Hit ''share'' if this story touched your heart..
Wednesday 30 January 2013
Friday 25 January 2013
the importance of LOVE between Husband and Wife
It
was approximately 8.30 a.m. on a busy morning when an elderly gentleman
in his eighties arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.
He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9.00 a.m. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat. I knew it would take more than an hour before someone would to able to attend to him. I saw him check his watch anxiously for the time and decided to evaluate his wound since I was not busy with another patient.
On examination, the wound was well healed. Hence, I talked to one of the doctors to get the supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. We began to engage in a conversation while I was taking care of his wound. I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment later as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no and said that he needed to go to the nursing home to have breakfast with his wife. I inquired about her health. He told me that she had been in the nursinghome for a while as she was a victim of Alzheimer's disease. I probed further and asked if she would be upset if he was slightly late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was and she had not been able to recognize him since five years ago. I asked him in surprise, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?". He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is." I had to hold back my tears as he left.
I had goose bumps on my arm, and I thought,
"That is the kind of love I want in my life."
He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9.00 a.m. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat. I knew it would take more than an hour before someone would to able to attend to him. I saw him check his watch anxiously for the time and decided to evaluate his wound since I was not busy with another patient.
On examination, the wound was well healed. Hence, I talked to one of the doctors to get the supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. We began to engage in a conversation while I was taking care of his wound. I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment later as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no and said that he needed to go to the nursing home to have breakfast with his wife. I inquired about her health. He told me that she had been in the nursinghome for a while as she was a victim of Alzheimer's disease. I probed further and asked if she would be upset if he was slightly late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was and she had not been able to recognize him since five years ago. I asked him in surprise, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?". He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is." I had to hold back my tears as he left.
I had goose bumps on my arm, and I thought,
"That is the kind of love I want in my life."
Thursday 24 January 2013
BEST MOMENTS EVERY PERSON WANT TO HAVE IN LIFE
9 best moments in life :)
1. To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep "10 min".
2. To finish your last exam
3. To get a phone call saying class is cancelled.
4. To see an old friend again and to feel that things have not changed.
5. To touch the fingers of newly born child.
6. Walking alone on a silent road at night and thinking of some good old days memories.
7. Riding the cycle/bike on a highway while it’s raining.
8. Sitting alone but you are still smiling cause you know someone is watching you.
9. The calm You feel inside when you Are near to Almighty God
1. To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep "10 min".
2. To finish your last exam
3. To get a phone call saying class is cancelled.
4. To see an old friend again and to feel that things have not changed.
5. To touch the fingers of newly born child.
6. Walking alone on a silent road at night and thinking of some good old days memories.
7. Riding the cycle/bike on a highway while it’s raining.
8. Sitting alone but you are still smiling cause you know someone is watching you.
9. The calm You feel inside when you Are near to Almighty God
Wednesday 23 January 2013
STORY FOR GIRLS .....
FOR Girl ...
-From the day one..
she becomes apple of her father’s eyes…
Her silent tears do wonders..
and Dad agrees to do on what he said a big 'No' earlier..! :)
-She can walk in style all day long without looking tired...:D
-She burns her hand....while learning cooking for you..but never complains...:(
-She can cry all night, but the next morning when her eyes are red..
its just because mascara hit her eyes.. =)
-She Likes to be called "Angel" or "Princess" or "Baby"…
-She will drop a lot of hints to tell you that she Loves you
But she won’t come say it directly..
-When a guy says something really sentimental,
She will remember it forever.. :)
-When a girl cooks for you.. You know..?
You mean a lot to her..
-She feels Honored.. when You ask her Advice.. =)
-She feels Shy.. when you look at her Silently.. =)
-She feels Protective when she is dependent on you..
-she is expected to seal her Words …
to crush her emotions… to stop her tears..
and to have a big smile on her face.. no matter she is crying hard inside.. =(
-She is one.. who is treated as a Princess in her Parent's House,
when she gets Married.. She leaves every thing behind..
her Parents, their Love.. her Room..
she adopts your family Values.. even your family name..
She calls your mother "Mum"... and your father "Dad" :)
love her..... because so many love her but she chooses to love you.....
Do you have someone so special in your lives too..?
Tuesday 22 January 2013
Lessons Cartoons taught me in my childhood
J. I. Joe : Taught me
team work.
Tom and Jerry : Taught me friendship.
Alladin : Taught me nothing is impossible.
Mickey Mouse : Taught me to be good person.
Shinchan : Taught to enjoy my life.
Richie rich : Taught me to never feel proud.
Scooby Doo : Taught me to never be afraid of screwing up.
Courage the cowardly dog : Taught me to over come my fears.
Chip n dale : Taught me no matter how small you can still rock on.
Dexter : Taught me that science was fun.
Johny bravo : Taught me to flirt with girls, get rejected and never mind.
Mr. Bean : Taught me to make everyone laugh... :-
Tom and Jerry : Taught me friendship.
Alladin : Taught me nothing is impossible.
Mickey Mouse : Taught me to be good person.
Shinchan : Taught to enjoy my life.
Richie rich : Taught me to never feel proud.
Scooby Doo : Taught me to never be afraid of screwing up.
Courage the cowardly dog : Taught me to over come my fears.
Chip n dale : Taught me no matter how small you can still rock on.
Dexter : Taught me that science was fun.
Johny bravo : Taught me to flirt with girls, get rejected and never mind.
Mr. Bean : Taught me to make everyone laugh... :-
Monday 21 January 2013
MOTHER’S LOVE
“Can I see my baby?” the
happy new mother asked.
When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. “A boy, a big boy … called me a freak.”
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. “But you might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart. The boy’s father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? “I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured,” the doctor decided.
Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by. Then, “You are going to the hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it’s a secret,” said the father. The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.
Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. “But I must know!” He urged his father, “Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.” “I do not believe you could,” said the father, “but the agreement was that you are not to know … not yet.” The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come … one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mother’s casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother had no outer ears. “Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever thought Mother less beautiful, did they?”
When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. “A boy, a big boy … called me a freak.”
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. “But you might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart. The boy’s father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? “I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured,” the doctor decided.
Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by. Then, “You are going to the hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it’s a secret,” said the father. The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.
Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. “But I must know!” He urged his father, “Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.” “I do not believe you could,” said the father, “but the agreement was that you are not to know … not yet.” The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come … one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mother’s casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother had no outer ears. “Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever thought Mother less beautiful, did they?”
LESSON LEARNT
Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what that can be seen, but what that cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known.
Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what that can be seen, but what that cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known.
Sunday 20 January 2013
PENCIL & ERASERS ------- PARENTS & CHILDREN ????
RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN
PENCIL & ERASER
Pencil: I'm sorry!
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me.
Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it.
But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself.
You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this.
I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong.
Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one,
I'm actually happy with my job.
So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.
Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil.
They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes.
Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on.
Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse),
but parents are still happy with what they do for their children,
and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.
All my life, I've been the pencil.
And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day.
For I know that one day,
all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.
"We never know the love of our parents for us
until we have become parents.
We still have enough life to enjoy & party.
Don’t treat them as unwanted options”
Pencil: I'm sorry!
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me.
Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it.
But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself.
You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this.
I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong.
Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one,
I'm actually happy with my job.
So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.
Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil.
They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes.
Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on.
Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse),
but parents are still happy with what they do for their children,
and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.
All my life, I've been the pencil.
And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day.
For I know that one day,
all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.
"We never know the love of our parents for us
until we have become parents.
We still have enough life to enjoy & party.
Don’t treat them as unwanted options”
Saturday 19 January 2013
True meaning of Friendship
My definition of a good friend is someone who is going to love me for me. The good times and the bad. They can find out my past and still love me. They are there to listen any time I need to talk or cry. They will not tell any of my secrets unless the secret is endangering my life. They can be truthful with me regardless of what it may be or if it hurts my feelings. They don't talk about me behind my back and they stick by me no matter what unless I have done them wrong. They don't end up disappearing from my life without good reason and we remain close. They would do anything for me unless it was something super unreasonable for them to do. In other words, they would give me the shirt off of their back if I needed it. They must have a kind heart and hold their friends close to it all times.
The most important part of holding a true friendship is to be a great friend in return so all of the above is in consideration that I also do the same for them. It does take two to make a wonderful friendship.
The most important part of holding a true friendship is to be a great friend in return so all of the above is in consideration that I also do the same for them. It does take two to make a wonderful friendship.
Mother, Father and A Boy......
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.
One morning, when the boy was around two years old, the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and put it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.
The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to it 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 would she 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 those four words were?
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 put the bottle away, this would 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’s to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know and miss out on the warmth in human relationships we could receive by 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 onto forgiveness. Let go of all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.
If everyone could look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be fewer problems in the world.
One morning, when the boy was around two years old, the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and put it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.
The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to it 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 would she 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 those four words were?
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 put the bottle away, this would 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’s to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know and miss out on the warmth in human relationships we could receive by 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 onto forgiveness. Let go of all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.
If everyone could look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be fewer problems in the world.
Definition of love in a relationship
THIS IS ALSO WRITTEN BY ME TO TELL THE TRUE MARRIAGE BONDAGE
BETWEEN
WIFE AND HUSBAND
A very poor man lived with his
wife...
One day, his wife, who had very
long hair asked him to buy her a
comb for her hair to grow well and
to be well-groomed...
The man felt very sorry and said,
"NO"
He explained that he did not even
have enough money to fix the
strap of his watch he had just
broken...
She did not insist on her request..
The man went to work and passed
by a watch shop,
sold his damaged watch at a low
price and went to buy a comb for
his wife...
He came home in the evening with
the comb in his hand ready to give
to his wife...
He was surprised when he saw his
wife with a very short hair cut..
She had sold her hair and was
holding a new watch band..
Tears flowed simultaneously from
their eyes,
not for the futility of their actions..,
but, for the reciprocity of their
love...
MORAL: To love is nothing,
to be loved is something but to
love and to be loved by the one
you love,
that is EVERYTHING...
Never take love for granted...
BETWEEN
WIFE AND HUSBAND
wife...
One day, his wife, who had very
long hair asked him to buy her a
comb for her hair to grow well and
to be well-groomed...
The man felt very sorry and said,
"NO"
He explained that he did not even
have enough money to fix the
strap of his watch he had just
broken...
She did not insist on her request..
The man went to work and passed
by a watch shop,
sold his damaged watch at a low
price and went to buy a comb for
his wife...
He came home in the evening with
the comb in his hand ready to give
to his wife...
He was surprised when he saw his
wife with a very short hair cut..
She had sold her hair and was
holding a new watch band..
Tears flowed simultaneously from
their eyes,
not for the futility of their actions..,
but, for the reciprocity of their
love...
MORAL: To love is nothing,
to be loved is something but to
love and to be loved by the one
you love,
that is EVERYTHING...
Never take love for granted...
Joke about a elderly lady.....
A 54 year old woman had a heart
attack & was taken 2 the hospital.
While on the operating table she had a
near death experience.
Seeing God she asked, "Is my time
up ?" God said, "No, you have another 34
years 2 days live."
Upon recovery, the woman decided 2
stay in the hospital & have a face-lift,
liposuction, & tummy tuck. She even
changed her hair color! Finally she was released from the
hospital.
While crossing the road on her way
home, she was killed by a truck.
Arriving in front of God, she asked,
"You said I had another 34 years 2 live. Why didn't you save me from the
truck?"
God replied:
"I couldn't recognize you!" :-)
attack & was taken 2 the hospital.
While on the operating table she had a
near death experience.
Seeing God she asked, "Is my time
up ?" God said, "No, you have another 34
years 2 days live."
Upon recovery, the woman decided 2
stay in the hospital & have a face-lift,
liposuction, & tummy tuck. She even
changed her hair color! Finally she was released from the
hospital.
While crossing the road on her way
home, she was killed by a truck.
Arriving in front of God, she asked,
"You said I had another 34 years 2 live. Why didn't you save me from the
truck?"
God replied:
"I couldn't recognize you!" :-)
Precious Story
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.
One morning, when the boy was around two years old, the husband saw a medicine
bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and put it in
the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.
The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to it 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 would she 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 those four words were?
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 put the bottle away, this would 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’s to blame, whether in
a relationship, in a job or with the people we know and miss out on the warmth in
human relationships we could receive by 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 onto
forgiveness. Let go of all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive,
selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you
think.
If everyone could look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be fewer
problems in the world.
couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes.
One morning, when the boy was around two years old, the husband saw a medicine
bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and put it in
the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.
The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to it 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 would she 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 those four words were?
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 put the bottle away, this would 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’s to blame, whether in
a relationship, in a job or with the people we know and miss out on the warmth in
human relationships we could receive by 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 onto
forgiveness. Let go of all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive,
selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you
think.
If everyone could look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be fewer
problems in the world.
Friday 18 January 2013
Women Vs Men
A Woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball into the woods.
She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a trap.
The frog said to her, "If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes."
The woman freed the frog, and the frog said, "Thank you, but I failed to mention that there was a condition to your wishes.
Whatever you wish for, your husband will get times ten!"
The woman said, "That's okay."
For her first wish, she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the world.
The frog warned her, "You do realize that this wish will also make your husband the most handsome man in the world, an Adonis whom women will flock to".
The woman replied, "That's okay, because I will be the most beautiful woman and he will have eyes only for me."
So, KAZAM-she's the most beautiful woman in the world!
For her second wish, she wanted to be the richest woman in the world.
The frog said, "That will make your husband the richest man in the world. And he will be ten times richer than you."
The woman said, "That's okay, because what's mine is his and what's his is mine."
So, KAZAM-she's the richest woman in the world!
The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she answered, "I'd like a mild heart attack."
Moral of the story: Women are clever. Don't mess with them.
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Attention female readers : This is the end of the joke for you. Stop here and continue feeling good...
Male readers: Please scroll down.
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The man had a heart attack ten times milder than his wife...
Moral of the story: Women think they're really smart.
Let them continue to think that way and just enjoy the show
PS: If you are a woman and are still reading this; it only goes to show that women never listen!!!
She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a trap.
The frog said to her, "If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes."
The woman freed the frog, and the frog said, "Thank you, but I failed to mention that there was a condition to your wishes.
Whatever you wish for, your husband will get times ten!"
The woman said, "That's okay."
For her first wish, she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the world.
The frog warned her, "You do realize that this wish will also make your husband the most handsome man in the world, an Adonis whom women will flock to".
The woman replied, "That's okay, because I will be the most beautiful woman and he will have eyes only for me."
So, KAZAM-she's the most beautiful woman in the world!
For her second wish, she wanted to be the richest woman in the world.
The frog said, "That will make your husband the richest man in the world. And he will be ten times richer than you."
The woman said, "That's okay, because what's mine is his and what's his is mine."
So, KAZAM-she's the richest woman in the world!
The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she answered, "I'd like a mild heart attack."
Moral of the story: Women are clever. Don't mess with them.
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Attention female readers : This is the end of the joke for you. Stop here and continue feeling good...
Male readers: Please scroll down.
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The man had a heart attack ten times milder than his wife...
Moral of the story: Women think they're really smart.
Let them continue to think that way and just enjoy the show
PS: If you are a woman and are still reading this; it only goes to show that women never listen!!!
Heart Touching Daughter
Some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold
wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to
decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said,
“This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his
anger flared again when he found the box was empty.
He yelled at her, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s
supposed to be something inside it?”
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said,”Oh, Daddy, it is not
empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy.”
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her
forgiveness.
It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was
discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the
child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled
with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to
decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said,
“This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his
anger flared again when he found the box was empty.
He yelled at her, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s
supposed to be something inside it?”
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said,”Oh, Daddy, it is not
empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy.”
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her
forgiveness.
It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was
discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the
child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled
with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
Wednesday 16 January 2013
MARRIED OR NOT, YOU SHOULD READ THIS ...
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, 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 a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! 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; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
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. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. 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 now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy 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; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then 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; it was just like 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. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! 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; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
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. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. 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 now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy 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; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then 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; it was just like 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. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up
Greatest Love Story
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 hundred Thousand 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. 2 Billion. '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 others love.
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 hundred Thousand 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. 2 Billion. '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 others love.
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