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I have started this blog with a view to share our knowledge on Mumbai, like best places of interest, restaurants, joints, cinemas, malls, a good clinic, a good physiotherapist, etc..basically anything thats good and can be useful to all. Please share and add your reviews....
smiles...
from All In Mumbai....
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color: black;"&gt;Missing You&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;    I miss you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;I don't know if you can feel the pain too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;But every time I think of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;I start to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;I hate being without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;I need to hear your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;I need to feel your touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;And I need to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;I don't know if you feel the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;I want you to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;But it's hard to stay in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;Please don't give up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;I'm trying so hard to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;I'm on my knees begging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;For you to keep the friendship that we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;I know it must be hard for you to believe it's still there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;But please try to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;I miss you so much.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-7564847254817633661?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He  said..... "Then I thank you from my heart." As Howard Kelly left that  house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and  man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Year's  later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were  baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in  specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in  for the consultation. When he heard the nameof the town she came from, a  strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the  hall of the hospital to her room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dressed in his doctor's gown he  went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the  consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that  day he gave special attention to the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He  looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to  her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the  rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something  caught her attention on the side of the bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She read these words.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Paid in full with one glass of milk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Signed)&lt;br /&gt;
Dr. Howard Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #20124d; font-size: large;"&gt;Tears  of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God,  that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-9151314740714887584?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something to Love.&lt;/strong&gt; Friends and family are such an  important element to our ultimate happiness. During a traveling phase at  my last job I spent a number of lonely nights hundreds of miles away in  a hotel room on business. I was in foreign surroundings, working in a  job I didn’t particularly like, in an industry I didn’t believe in  (credit/financial services). &lt;strong&gt;The one source of inspiration to get through those nights was my family&lt;/strong&gt;.  Even though my career situation has since improved, I still think of my  wife and kids when I get down and can’t help but smile. If you are  single, you may have a best friend that always knows just how to pick  you up, or make you laugh when you want to cry. Pets can even be an  incredible source of companionship, there to greet you at the end of a  long day. I’ve had pets most of my life and marvel at their willingness  to love us unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something to Hope For&lt;/strong&gt;. Everyone should have something to hope for. Something that drives them towards a goal. &lt;strong&gt;It’s been said that if you aim for nothing, you’ll hit it every time.&lt;/strong&gt;  Have something to aim for; a dream that you hold close and never let  completely out of sight. When people lose hope they get complacent, and  complacency often leads to a poor attitude. This self-perpetuating cycle  of negativity can lead to serious depression, and ultimately harm  cherished relationships. I know, I’ve been in a rut myself and I lost  sight of the dreams I once held close. But all hope is never lost, you  just may have to work a little harder temporarily to catch up and see  those dreams around the next corner again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #b6d7a8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“The only difference in a rut and a grave is six feet.”&lt;/strong&gt;  If you find yourself in a rut, stop digging. Start moving in the  direction of your dreams and things will begin to improve. If your goal  is debt freedom, stop charging to your credit cards and start paying all  you can pay on outstanding debts. Do not be overwhelmed by the distance  to the finish line. If your goal is to &lt;strong&gt;lose weight&lt;/strong&gt;,  do not focus on how far you are from your goal weight. Instead, take it  one day, one meal, one bite, one workout at a time and begin to move in  the direction of your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #b6d7a8; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #b6d7a8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bottom line is we are responsible for our own happiness. &lt;/strong&gt;Government  programs, promises from elected officials, and pats on the back from  bosses may offer temporary mood boosts, but ultimately happiness is a  self-induced state of mind. Be responsible for your own happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-3744070589529154356?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When we laughed and shared it all&lt;br /&gt;
We were the very best of friends&lt;br /&gt;
Or at least that’s what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;
I often wonder why friendships end&lt;br /&gt;
What happens to sever that tie&lt;br /&gt;
How can someone once so close&lt;br /&gt;
Just wave you off with a good bye&lt;br /&gt;
I must have been lacking&lt;br /&gt;
I must have been wrong&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn’t the friend to you&lt;br /&gt;
That you were to me all along.&lt;br /&gt;
I thought I was loyal&lt;br /&gt;
I know I was true&lt;br /&gt;
But something went wrong&lt;br /&gt;
Now there’s nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;
A friendship lost&lt;br /&gt;
Is a very sad thing&lt;br /&gt;
The angels weep instead of sing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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--- A man was sleeping one night in his cabin when suddenly the room filled with light, and God appeared. The Lord told the man He had work for him to do,&amp;nbsp; and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to Push against the rock with all his might...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
So, this the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sun up to&amp;nbsp; sundown, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the&amp;nbsp; unmoving rock, pushing with all his might!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his&amp;nbsp; whole day had been spent in vain. Since the man was showing discouragement,&amp;nbsp; the adversary (Satan) decided to enter the picture by placing&lt;br /&gt;
thoughts into&amp;nbsp; the weary mind: (He will do it every time)!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;'You have been pushing against that rock for a long time and it hasn't&amp;nbsp; moved.' Thus, he gave the man the impression that the task was impossible&amp;nbsp; and that he was a failure. These thoughts discouraged anddisheartened&amp;nbsp; him.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Satan said, 'Why kill yourself over this? Just put in your time, giving just&amp;nbsp; the minimum effort; and that will be good enough.'&amp;nbsp; That's what the weary&amp;nbsp; man planned to do, but decided to make it a matter of Prayer and to&lt;br /&gt;
take his troubled thoughts to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
'Lord,' he said, 'I have laboured long and hard in Your Service, putting all my strength to do that which You have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;
Why am I failing?'&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
The Lord responded compassionately, 'My friend, when I asked you to&amp;nbsp; serve Me&amp;nbsp; and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock&amp;nbsp; with all of your strength, which you have done.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task&amp;nbsp; was to Push. Now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that&amp;nbsp; you have failed..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and&amp;nbsp; muscled,&amp;nbsp; your back is massive and brown; your hands are callused and, your legs have become massive and hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Through opposition you have grown much, and your abilities now surpass that&amp;nbsp; which you used to have. True, you haven't moved the rock. But your calling&amp;nbsp; was to be Obedient and to Push and to exercise your Faith and Trust in My&amp;nbsp; Wisdom. That you have done. Now my friend, I&amp;nbsp; will move the rock.'&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He Wants, when actually what God wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
By all means, exercise the Faith that moves mountains, but know that it is&amp;nbsp; still God Who moves the Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
So!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When everything seems to go wrong...............................Just P.U.S.H.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
When the job gets you down..........................................Just P.U.S.H.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
When people don't do as you think they should.............Just P.U.S.H.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
When your money is 'gone' and the bills are due...........Just P.U.S.H.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
When people don't understand you ........................Just P.U.S.H.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
P = Pray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
U = Until&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
S = Something&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
H = Happens&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
'Though no one can go back and make a brand new start,&lt;br /&gt;
anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending!' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Insight into     Decision Making:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;A group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use while the other disused. Only one child played on the disused track, the &amp;nbsp;rest on the operational track. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The train is coming, and you are just beside the track interchange. You can make the train change its course to the disused track and save most of the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the disused track would be sacrificed. Or would you rather let the train go its way? &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could make........ .........&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and sacrifice only one child. You might think the same way, I guess. Exactly, to save most of the children at the expense of only one child was rational decision most people would make, morally and emotionally. But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on the disused track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe place? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends who chose to play where the danger was. This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday. In the office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority, no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted and knowledgeable the minority are. The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The great critic Leo Velski Julian who told the story said he would not try to change the course of the train because he believed that the kids playing on the operational track should have known very well that track was still in use, and that they should have run away if they heard the train's sirens.. If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die because he never thought the train could come over to that track! Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was not safe. If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all passengers on board at stake! And in your attempt to save a few kids by sacrificing one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of people to save these few kids. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to be &amp;nbsp; made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always be the right one. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;'Remember that what's right isn't always popular... and what's popular isn't always right.' &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love wanted to persevere until the last  possible  moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for  help.  Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said "Richness, can  you take  me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of silver  in my  boat. There is no place here for you."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love decided to ask Vanity who was also  passing  by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you  Love. You  are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked for  help,  "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh....Love, I am so sad that I need to  be  by myself."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happiness passed by Love too, but she was  so  happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Suddenly there was a voice, "Come Love, I  will  take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he  even  forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived at dry land, the  elder went  his own way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love realizing how much he owed the  elder, asked  Knowledge, another elder. "Who helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge  answered.  "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with  deep wisdom  and answered, "Because, only Time is capable of understanding how great  Love  is."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In his garland of fingers he had nine hundred and ninety-nine  fingers--only one was missing. And that one was missing because his road  was closed; nobody was coming that way. But Gautam Buddha entered that  closed road. The king had put guards on the road to prevent people,  particularly strangers who didn't know that a dangerous man lived behind  the hills. The guards told Gautam Buddha, "That is not the road to be  used. This is the place where Angulimal lives. Even the king has not the  guts to go on this road. That man is simply mad.  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"His mother used to go to him. She was the only person who used to  go, once in a while, to see him, but even she stopped. The last time she  went there he told her, 'Now only one finger is missing, and just  because you happen to be my mother... I want to warn you that if you  come another time you will not go back. I need one finger desperately.  Up to now I have not killed you because other people were available, but  now nobody passes on this road except you. So I want to make you aware  that next time if you come it will be your responsibility, not mine.'  Since that time his mother has not come."  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The guards said to Buddha, "Don't unnecessarily take the risk." And  do you know what Buddha said to them? Buddha said, "If I don't go then  who will go? Only two things are possible: either I will change him, and  I cannot miss this challenge; or I will provide him with one finger so  that his desire is fulfilled. Anyway I am going to die one day. Giving  my head to Angulimal will be at least of some use; otherwise one day I  will die and you will put me on the funeral pyre. I think that it is  better to fulfill somebody's desire and give him peace of mind. Either  he will kill me or I will kill him, but this encounter is going to  happen; you just lead the way."  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The people who used to follow Gautam Buddha, his close companions  who were always in competition to be closer to him, started slowing  down. Soon there were miles between Gautam Buddha and his disciples.  They all wanted to see what happened, but they didn't want to be too  close. Angulimal was sitting on his rock watching. He could not believe  his eyes. A very beautiful man of such immense charisma was coming  towards him. Who could this man be?  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He had never heard of Gautam Buddha, but even this hard heart of  Angulimal started feeling a certain softness towards the man. He was  looking so beautiful, coming towards him. It was early morning... a cool  breeze, and the sun was rising... and the birds were singing and the  flowers had opened; and Buddha was coming closer and closer. Finally  Angulimal, with his naked sword in his hand, shouted, "Stop!" Gautam  Buddha was just a few feet away, and Angulimal said, "Don't take another  step because then the responsibility will not be mine. Perhaps you  don't know who I am!"  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Buddha said, "Do you know who you are?"  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Angulimal said, "This is not the point. Neither is it the place nor  the time to discuss such things. Your life is in danger!"  &lt;br /&gt;
Buddha said, "I think otherwise--your life is in danger."  &lt;br /&gt;
That man said, "I used to think I was mad--you are really mad! And  you go on moving closer. Then don't say that I killed an innocent man.  You look so innocent and so beautiful that I want you to go back. I will  find somebody else. I can wait; there is no hurry. If I can manage nine  hundred and ninety-nine... it is only a question of one more, but don't  force me to kill you."  &lt;br /&gt;
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Buddha came very close, and Angulimal's hands were trembling. The  man was so beautiful, so innocent, so childlike. He had already fallen  in love. He had killed so many people... He had never felt this  weakness; he had never known what love is. For the first time he was  full of love. So there was a contradiction: the hand was holding the  sword to kill the person, and his heart was saying, "Put the sword back  in the sheath."  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Buddha said, "I am ready, but why is your hand shaking?--you are  such a great warrior, even kings are afraid of you, and I am just a poor  beggar. Except the begging bowl, I don't have anything. You can kill  me, and I will feel immensely satisfied that at least my death fulfills  somebody's desire; my life has been useful, my death has also been  useful. But before you cut my head I have a small desire, and I think  you will grant me a small desire before killing me."  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Before death, even the hardest enemy is willing to fulfill any  desire. Angulimal said, "What do you want?"  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Buddha said, "I want you just to cut from the tree a branch which is  full of flowers. I will never see these flowers again; I want to see  those flowers closely, feel their fragrance and their beauty in this  morning sun, their glory."  &lt;br /&gt;
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So Angulimal cut with his sword a whole branch full of flowers. And  before he could give it to Buddha, Buddha said, "This was only half the  desire; the other half is, please put the branch back on the tree."  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Angulimal said, "I was thinking from the very beginning that you are  crazy. Now this is the craziest desire. How can I put this branch  back?"  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Buddha said, "If you cannot create, you have no right to destroy. If  you cannot give life, you don't have the right to give death to any  living thing."  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A moment of silence and a moment of transformation... the sword fell  down from his hands. Angulimal fell down at the feet of Gautam Buddha,  and he said, "I don't know who you are, but whoever you are, take me to  the same space in which you are; initiate me."  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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By that time the followers of Gautam Buddha had come closer and  closer. They were all around and when he fell at Buddha's feet they  immediately came close. Somebody raised the question, "Don't initiate  this man, he is a murderer!"  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Buddha said again, "If I don't initiate him, who will initiate him?  And I love the man, I love his courage. And I can see tremendous  possibility in him: a single man fighting against the whole world. I  want this kind of people, who can stand against the whole world. Up to  now he was standing against the world with a sword; now he will stand  against the world with a consciousness, which is far sharper than any  sword. I told you that murder was going to happen, but it was not  certain who was going to be murdered--either I was going to be murdered,  or Angulimal. Now you can see Angulimal is murdered. And who I am to  judge?"      &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-4827463683956983301?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lemon being a citrus fruit , fights against infection. It helps in production of WBC's and antibodies in blood which attacks the invading microorganism and prevents infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;2. Lemon is an antioxidant which deactivates the free radicals preventing many dangerous diseases like stroke, cardiovascular diseases and cancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;3. Lemon lowers blood pressure and increases the levels of HDL (good cholesterol) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;4. Lemon is found to be anti-carcinogenic which lower the rates of colon, prostate, and breast cancer . They prevent faulty metabolism in the cell, which can predispose a cell to becoming carcinogenic. Also blocks the formation of nitrosamines in the gut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;5. Lemon juice is said to give a glow to the skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;6. A few drops of lemon juice in hot water are believed to clear the digestive system and purify liver as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;7. The&amp;nbsp; skin&amp;nbsp; of lemon dried under the sun and then ground to make powder&amp;nbsp; can&amp;nbsp; be&amp;nbsp; applied&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; hair for a few minutes before bath which relieves head ache and cools the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;8. Applying lemon juice to acne dries the existing ones and prevents from getting more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;9. Lemon juice acts as a natural hair lightner and skin bleach which reduces the pigment melanin and prevents the risk of chemical allergic reactions which is common with hair dyes and bleaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;10. Lemon juice is given to relieve gingivitis, stomatitis, and inflammation of the tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;11. Lemon juice is given to prevent common cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;12. Lemon juice is given to prevent or treat urinary tract infection and gonorrhea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;13. Lemon juice is applied to the sites of bites and stings of certain insects to relieve its poison and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;14. Lemon juice relieves colic pain and gastric problems .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;15. Lemon juice soothes the dry skin when applied with little glycerin .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;16. Lemon juice used for marinating seafood or meat kills bacteria and other organisms present in them, thereby prevents many gastro-intestinal tract infections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;17. Lemon juice with a pinch of salt (warm) every morning lowers cholesterol levels and brings down your weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;18. Lemon juice is the best drink to prevent dehydration and shock in case of diarrhea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;19. Lemon juice can also be used as a mouthwash. It removes plaque, whitens the teeth and strengthens the enamel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;20. A table spoon on thick lemon syrup everyday relieves asthma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;21. Lemon juice relieves chilblains and itchy skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;22. Gargling lemon juice relieves throat infection and also used as a treatment for diphtheria .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;23. Lemon juice is an excellent treatment for dandruff and greasy hair .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;24. Lemon applied over the face removes wrinkles and keeps you young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4cccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;25. Lemon juice helps to prevent and cure osteoarthritis .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8000ff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8000ff; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8000ff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8000ff; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?". The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8000ff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8000ff; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8000ff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8000ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8000ff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8000ff; font-family: Arial;"&gt;True love is not loving a perfect person but loving an imperfect person perfectly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-5094076517579667446?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew his corn. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?" The reporter asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Why brother" the farmer replied, "Didn't you know? The wind picks up pollen grains from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If my neighbors grow inferior, sub-standard and poor quality corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I have to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors to grow good corns."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The farmer gave a superb insight into the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbor's corn also improves. So it is in the other dimensions and areas of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Those who choose to be in harmony must help their neighbors and colleagues to be at peace. Those who choose to live well must help others live well. The value of a life is not measured by how long one lived it is measured by how many lives it touches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lessons to Learn from this Story: Success does not happen in isolation, it is most often a participatory and collective process. So share the good practices, ideas and new knowledge with your team members and colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-2964192326741765723?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;INSTALLING HUSBAND !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;A woman writes to the IT Technical     support.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #600000; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Tech Support,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Last year I upgraded from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Boyfriend 5.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Husband     1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; and I noticed a distinct slowdown in the overall system     performance, particularly in the flower and jewellery applications, which     operated flawlessly under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Boyfriend 5.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In addition, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Husband 1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;uninstalled     many other valuable programs, such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Romance     9.5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Personal Attention 6.5,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;and     then installed undesirable programs such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;NEWS     5.0, &lt;u&gt;MONEY 3.0&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;CRICKET     4.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;.&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Conversation 8.0&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; no longer runs, and &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;Housecleaning     2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060;"&gt;simply     crashes the system.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please note that I have tried running &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;Nagging     5.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060;"&gt; to fix these problems, but to no     avail. What can I do? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
_______ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ ______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;___ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c20000; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;_______     &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
REPLY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DEAR Madam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First, keep in mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Boyfriend 5.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; is an     Entertainment Package, while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Husband 1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; is an     operating system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please enter command: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;thoughtyoulovedme.     html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;and try to download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Tears 6.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; and     do not forget to install the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Guilt 3.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; update.     &lt;br /&gt;
If that application works as designed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Husband1.0     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;should then automatically run the applications &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Jewellery     2.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Flowers 3.5.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Husband&lt;u&gt;1.0&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; to     default to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Silence 2.5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Beer     6.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
Please note that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Beer 6.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; is a     very bad program that will download the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Snoring     Loudly Beta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever you do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;DO NOT &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;in     &amp;nbsp;any circumstances install &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Mother-In-Law 1.0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;(it     runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all     your system resources.) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Boyfriend     5.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; program. These are unsupported applications and will crash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Husband     1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In summary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Husband 1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; is a     great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new     applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software &lt;br /&gt;
to improve memory and performance. &lt;br /&gt;
We recommend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Cooking 3.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Good     Looks 7.7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Good Luck Madam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;
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Girl: I'm always here for you.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: I know.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: I like her so much.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: Talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: Don't say that...you're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: Then tell her.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: She won't like me.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: How do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: I can just tell her...&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: Well just tell her.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: What should I say?&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: Tell her how much you like her.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: I tell her daily.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: I'm always with her...I love her.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem...but                        he'll never like me.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: Wait. Who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: Oh, some boy.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: Oh, she won't like me either.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: She does.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: Because who wouldn't like you?&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: You.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: You're wrong. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: So are you going to talk to her?&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: I just did. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-4416985951893848737?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love him so much and I don’t think he thinks of                        me that way. I mean, whenever I see him or think of him,                        I can’t help it, this smile comes across my face.                        Sometimes he sees me smiling and smiles back. That’s                        when my knees turn to jello and I get butterflies in my                        stomach. I know you think that he’s is so totally                        adorable and cute, but if you look past that and actually                        listen to what he has to say, you find a totally different                        person. He’s so caring and considerate and he makes                        me feel like I don’t deserve him. Well, actually,                        I don’t deserve him. He’s too perfect, I mean,                        look at all the girls that fall over for him. I could never                        be one of those. Their all so pretty and bubbly and…..                        not me. I couldn’t even start to compare myself to                        them. But whenever I think of him or see him, I can’t                        help it, I smile. Now I didn’t tell you this but he                        called me the other day about homework. I tell you now,                        I made a complete fool of myself. I’m so embarrassed.                        I stuttered the whole time, but he was so sweet and just                        kept talking and making me feel better. He’s so perfect                        Becky, I don’t deserve him, so why do I keep wishing                        and praying that he will notice me, why?............Becky?                        Becky are you there?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“This isn’t Becky.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petrified the girl asks, “Then who is this?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“ This is the guy who’s smile turns your                              knees to jello and I just wanted to say one thing.                              Everything you just said now, I’ve been wanting                              to say since the day I met you.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-3456111787338523272?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Everyday, he would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;water it and watch to see if it had grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Jim kept checking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;by, still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure. Six months went by -- still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;his colleagues, however. He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He so wanted the seed to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;their plants to the CEO for inspection. Jim told his wife that he wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;happened. Jim felt sick to his stomach, it was going to be the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful -- in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;executives. Jim just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;trees, and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;appointed the next CEO!" All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;failure! Maybe he will have me fired!" When Jim got to the front, the CEO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;asked him what had happened to his seed - Jim told him the story. The CEO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to the young executives, "Behold your next Chief Executive Officer! His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;name is Jim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed. "How could he be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the new CEO?" the others said. Then the CEO said, "One year ago from today,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow. All of you, except &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Officer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;* If you plant honesty, you will reap trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;* If you plant goodness, you will reap friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;* If you plant humility, you will reap greatness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;* If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;* If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;* If you plant hard work, you will reap success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;* If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;* If you plant faith in God, you will reap a harvest So, be careful what&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;"Whatever You Give To Life, Life Gives You”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The boy asked, "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?&lt;br /&gt;
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The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn."&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts  your lawn now." replied boy.&lt;br /&gt;
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The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn.&lt;br /&gt;
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The little boy found more perseverance and offered, "Lady, I'll even  sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest  lawn in all of North-Palm beach, Florida."&lt;br /&gt;
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Again the woman answered in the negative.&lt;br /&gt;
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With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The store-owner, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy and said," Son... I like your attitude; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job." The little boy replied, "No thanks, I was just checking my performance with the job I already have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-5633599427731124151?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dDR75X_xP34tcsbXLKlwCrQOHTY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dDR75X_xP34tcsbXLKlwCrQOHTY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AllInMumbai/~4/zier0xqRnNs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://allinmumbai.blogspot.com/feeds/5633599427731124151/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://allinmumbai.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-appraisal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851840416106578146/posts/default/5633599427731124151?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851840416106578146/posts/default/5633599427731124151?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllInMumbai/~3/zier0xqRnNs/self-appraisal.html" title="Self Appraisal......" /><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990764025785772063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geLRYvoprak/SvZ7b7OjOwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1-DyQbwjgl8/S220/Rajesh1.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://allinmumbai.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-appraisal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4NSH47eip7ImA9WxBaEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851840416106578146.post-1728238269939507848</id><published>2010-03-22T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:53:19.002+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-22T16:53:19.002+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>A beautiful heart.............</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #0c343d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #0c343d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The more hurt and pain you have gone through in life, the stronger and more beautiful your heart will be.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #0c343d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #0c343d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #0c343d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #0c343d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?? they thought. The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #0c343d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #0c343d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.&lt;br /&gt;
The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #0c343d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #0c343d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They embraced and walked away side by side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;HOW TO RECRUIT THE RIGHT PERSON FOR THE JOB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Put about 100 bricks in some Particular order in a closed Room with an Open window.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then send 2 or 3 candidates in The room and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leave them alone and come back After 6 hours and then analyze&lt;br /&gt;
The situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they are counting the Bricks.&lt;br /&gt;
Put them in the &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;accounts Department&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they are recounting them..&lt;br /&gt;
Put them in &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;auditing ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they have messed up the Whole place with the bricks.&lt;br /&gt;
Put them in &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;engineering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they are arranging the Bricks in some strange order.&lt;br /&gt;
Put them in &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If they are throwing the&amp;nbsp; Bricks at each other.&lt;br /&gt;
Put them in &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;operations .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they are sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;
Put them in &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they have broken the bricks Into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;
Put them in &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;information Technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they are sitting idle.&lt;br /&gt;
Put them in &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;human resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they say they have tried Different combinations, yet Not a brick has Been moved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Put them in &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they have already left for The day.&lt;br /&gt;
Put them in &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;marketing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they are staring out of the Window.&lt;br /&gt;
Put them on &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;strategic Planning&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then last but not least. If they are talking to each Other and not a single brick Has been Moved.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Congratulate them and put them In &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Top management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-9056195913953152098?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot remember when I felt the cold crisp water caressing my feet as  it rushed back to the sea preparing to return.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot remember when I sat and watched the sunrise marking the  beginning of a new day in everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot remember when I took the time to separate the colors of the  rainbow for I spent more time focusing on the "pot of gold."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot remember when I sat and watched my favorite actor in a cinema;  when I spent the time with  my best friend, my dog.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot remember when I last strolled in a park admiring the wonders of  the plant kingdom, hugging a tree to feel the energy flowing into my  being, becoming one with the tree, my brother.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Are we not all related? Do we not all come from the same energy or life  force?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot remember when I sat in a forest listening to the sweet songs of  the birds, listening to the little stream babbling along, the sound  uplifting my inner being.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot remember when I walked hand in hand with my loved one, too busy  holding the hand, which needed support.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Neglecting those close to me, hearing them but not listening.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Am I allowing life to pass me by, continuously giving of myself but  never replenishing?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Can one give if there is an imbalance within? Is it fair to the one who  asks for support?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, I cannot remember when I have given time to MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, it is time to remember just that, and once I am replenished, then  will I be able to replenish those who could not remember.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thank my creator for giving me time to remember.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-6097181769125441746?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #741b47; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;  We all go through a stage in our life where you love someone and they  don't love you back and you're hurt; you're very hurt and you feel like  you just want to die because you cannot be with that person or just even  be close to them. The hardest thing is to see them love someone else.  But try to think back when you didn't even know that person or you even  hated that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #741b47; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;  Love is a great feeling, right? You will feel this way again; maybe not  now, maybe not later, but soon. After all the hurt is gone, you will  love again and even stronger than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #741b47; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;  Remember, there are so many guys n girls in this world. Don't let one get you  down because it's not worth it and obviously they're not worth your  time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #741b47; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;  Love truly is a wonderful word, especially when you both share it. You  will find someone;  just hold on and don't give up.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-5416616211178231913?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say.  When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, 'Jerry, you have two choices today.  You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.'  I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  "Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  "Yes it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice.  You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good or bad mood. The bottom line:  It's your choice how you live life."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  I reflected on what Jerry said.  Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business:  he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins.  Wanna see my scars?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  "Weren't you scared?  Did you lose consciousness?" I asked. Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great.  They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man.' I knew I needed to take action."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  "What did you do?" I asked.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  "Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!'  Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #660000; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Attitude, after all, is everything. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-3636631721402703550?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He said it was not for Him to take it away, but for me to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked God to heal my disease and God said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;
He said, "Your spirit is whole, your body is only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;
Through your afflictions you will learn to help others who also suffer."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked God to grant me patience and God said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;
He said that patience is a by-product of tribulation.&lt;br /&gt;
It isn't granted; it's earned.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked God to give me happiness and God said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;
He said that He gives blessings; happiness is up to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked God to spare me pain and God said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;
He said, "Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares&lt;br /&gt;
and brings you closer to me."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked God to make my spirit grow and God said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;
He said that I must grow on my own,&lt;br /&gt;
but He will prune me to make me fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked God if He loved me and God said, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;
He said, "I gave my only Son who died for you.&lt;br /&gt;
You will be in heaven someday because you believe."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked God to help me love others as much as He loves me and God said,&lt;br /&gt;
"Ah...Finally you understand..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-1697980116500451745?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Her doctor told her to start making preparations to die (something we all should be doing all the time).   So, she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.  She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what she wanted to be wearing. The woman also told her pastor that she wanted to be buried with her favorite bible. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.  "There's one more thing," she said excitedly.   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  "What's that?" came the pastor's reply.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  "This is very important", the woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."  The pastor stood looking at the woman not knowing quite what to say.  "That shocks you doesn't it?" the woman asked.   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request" said the pastor.   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  The woman explained, "In all my years of attending church socials and functions where food was involved (and let's be honest, food is an important part of any church event, spiritual or otherwise), my favorite part was when whoever was cleaning away the dishes of the main course would lean over and say, 'You can keep your fork.'  It was my favorite part because I knew something better was coming, when they told me to keep my fork. I knew that something great was about to be given to me.  It wasn't   Jell-O or pudding.   It was cake or pie something with substance.  So I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, ' What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: Something better is coming so keep your fork too." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  The pastor's eyes were welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman goodbye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that that woman had a better grasp on heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better was coming. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  At the funeral people walked by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite bible and the fork placed in  her right hand. Over and over the pastor heard the question, what's with the fork?  And over and over he smiled.  During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died.  He also told them about the fork and told them about what it symbolized to her.  The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they would probably not be able to stop thinking about it either.   He was right. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  So, the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you, oh so gently, that there &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;something better coming!  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851840416106578146-2716860391442417175?l=allinmumbai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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