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GlobalTestMarket

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Three men go on holiday

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 13:59:00 +0530

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Three men go on holiday abroad together. The tourist office informs them that there is only one hotel in town with vacancies. The lads go along there, only to be told by reception that there is just one available room left in the hotel. They are not keen, but as it is their only option, they take the room for one evening and share its only bed.
That night, they all enjoy a good night's sleep. In the morning, the guy on the right side of the bed says,
"I dreamt I had the best wank last night."
The guy on the left side says,
"That's funny, I had the exact same dream!".
The guy in the middle says, "I dreamt I was skiing."

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Policies and Procedures

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Tue, 30 Nov 2010 11:08:00 +0530

Policies and Procedures

In this experiment they put eight monkeys in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling.

Each time a monkey tries to climb the ladder, all the monkeys are sprayed with ice water, which makes them miserable.

Soon enough, whenever a monkey attempts to climb the ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be sprayed, set upon him and beat him up.

Soon, none of the eight monkeys ever attempts to climb the ladder.

One of the original monkeys is then removed, and a new monkey is put in the room. Seeing the bananas and the ladder, he wonders why none of the other monkeys are doing the obvious, but, undaunted, he immediately begins to climb the ladder.

All the other monkeys fall upon him and beat him silly. He has no idea why. However, he no longer attempts to climb the ladder.

A second original monkey is removed and replaced.

The newcomer again attempts to climb the ladder, but all the other monkeys hammer the crap out of him.

This includes the previous new monkey, who, grateful that he's not on the receiving end this time, participates in the beating because all the other monkeys are doing it.

However, he has no idea why he's attacking the new monkey.

One by one, all the original monkeys are replaced, eight new monkeys are now in the room. None of them have ever been sprayed by ice water. None of them attempt to climb the ladder.

All of them will enthusiastically beat up any new monkey who tries, without having any idea why.

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AND THAT'S HOW MANY COMPANY POLICIES & PROCEDURES GET ESTABLISHED.

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Accept Change With A Smile

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Tue, 30 Nov 2010 11:07:00 +0530

Accept Change With A Smile

Sooner or later you'll experience a crisis in your life,
and how you meet it will determine
your future happiness and success.

Since the beginning of time,
everyone has been called upon to meet such a crisis.
A closer look will show you that most "crisis situations"
are opportunities to either advance or stay where you are.

In fact, most changes in your life
will take place out of either "inspiration" or "desperation."
Whatever comes your way,
give it meaning and transform it into something of value.

Your personal growth is the process of responding positively to change.
A precious stone cannot be polished without friction,
nor humanity perfected without trials.

Everything happens for the good

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Tue, 30 Nov 2010 10:40:00 +0530

Everything happens for the good

There was once a King who had a wise advisor. The advisor followed the King everywhere, and his favorite advice was, "Everything happens for the good". One day the King went hunting and had a little accident. He shot an arrow at his own foot and was injured. He asked the advisor what he thought about the accident, to which the advisor replied, "Everything happens for the good". This time the King was really upset and ordered for his advisor to be put in prison. The King asked his advisor, "Now, what do you think?" The advisor again replied, "Everything happens for the good". So the advisor remained in prison.

The King later went on a hunting trip, this time without the advisor. The King was then captured by some cannibals. He was taken to the cannibals' camp where he was to be the evening meal for the cannibals. Before putting him into the cooking pot he was thoroughly inspected. The cannibals saw the wound on the King's foot and decided to throw him back into the jungle. According to the cannibals' tradition, they would not eat anything that was imperfect. As a result the King was spared. The King suddenly realized what his advisor said was true. The advisor also escaped death because had he not been in prison, he would have followed the King on the hunting trip, and would have ended up in the cooking pot.

Success Principles:

It is true that everything in life happens for a purpose, and always for our own good. If you think about it, all our past experiences actually happened to bring us to where we are today, and it is always for the good. All the past experiences makes us a better person. So, whatever challenges that we may face today, consider it happening to bring us to the next level.

Weight Loss Plan

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Thu, 9 Jul 2009 16:36:00 +0530

A man calls a company and orders their 7-day, 10 kg. weight loss program.
The next day, there's a knock on the door and there stands before him a voluptuous, athletic, 19 year old babe dressed in nothing but a pair of Nike running shoes and a sign around her neck.

She introduces herself as a representative of the weight loss company.
The sign reads, "If you can catch me, you can have me."

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Without a second thought, he takes off after her.
A few miles later huffing and puffing, he finally gives up.

The same girl shows up for the next six days and the same thing happens.
On the seventh day, he weighs himself and is delighted to find he has lost 10 kgs. as promised.

He calls the company and orders their 7-day/20 kg program.
The next day there's a knock at the door and there stands the most stunning and beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life.

She is wearing nothing but Reebok running shoes and a sign around her neck that reads, "If you catch me you can have me."
Well, he's out the door after her like a shot.

This girl is in excellent shape and he does his best, but no such luck.
So for the next six days, the same routine happens with him gradually getting in better and better shape.

Much to his delight on the seventh day when he weighs himself, he discovers that he has lost another 20 kgs. as promised.

He decides to go all out and calls the company to order the 10-day/50 kg program.
"Are you sure?" asks the representative on the phone. "This is our most rigorous program."

"Absolutely," he replies, "I haven't felt this good in years."
The next day there's a knock at the door; and when he opens it he finds a huge muscular guy standing there wearing nothing but pink running shoes and a sign around his neck that reads, “If I catch you, you are mine!!!"

He lost 63 kgs that week...

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Beautiful Pictures - Humour

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Wed, 8 Jul 2009 18:31:00 +0530

On their first night to be together, the newly wed couple go to
change. The new bride comes out of the bathroom, all
showered and wearing her beautiful robe. The proud husband
says, "my dear, we are married now, you can open your robe."

The beautiful young woman opens her robe, and he is
astonished. "Oh, oh, aaaahhh," he exclaims, "My God you are
so beautiful, let me take your picture."

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Puzzled she asks, "MY picture?"

He answers, "yes my dear, so I can carry your beauty next to
my heart forever".

She smiles and he takes her picture, and then he heads into
the bathroom to shower.

He comes out wearing his robe and the new wife asks, "why do
you wear a robe? We are married now." at that the man opens
his robe and she exclaims, "oh, OH, OH MY, let me get a
picture".

He beams and asks, "why?"

She answers, "SO I CAN GET IT ENLARGED"!

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Think Out Of The Box...

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Sat, 30 May 2009 10:23:00 +0530

Many years ago, somewhere in a small village, a farmer had the misfortune Of owing a large sum of money to a village moneylender. The moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer's beautiful daughter. So he proposed a bargain. He said he would forgo the farmer's debt if he could marry his daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal.

So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let LUCK decide the matter.
He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would Have to pick one pebble from the bag.

1) If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father's debt would be forgiven.

2) If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be forgiven.

3) But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into Jail.

They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer's field. As they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick a pebble from the bag.

Now, imagine that you were standing in the field. What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her?

Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:

1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.(Her father will be thrown in jail.)

2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the money-lender as a cheat.(But the money will still be owed.)

3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order To save her father from his debt and imprisonment.(Girl will have to marry the cruel lender.)

Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking. Think of the consequences if she chooses the above logical answers.

What would you recommend to the Girl to do?

GIVE UP?

Well, here is what she did ....

The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path Where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles.

"Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the Bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked."

Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into an extremely advantageous one.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Most complex problems do have a solution. If only we Think Logically and Out of the Box...

How To Make A Baby

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Sat, 16 May 2009 15:07:00 +0530

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and
decided to use a surrogate father to start their
family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive,
Mr. Smith kissed his wife. Jo, goodbye and said,
'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door
baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell,
hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he
said, 'I've come to...'

'Oh, no need to explain,' Jo cut in, embarrassed,
'I've been expecting you.'

'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well,
that's good. Did you know babies are my
specialty?'

'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped.
Please come in and have a seat'.

After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where
do we start?'

'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the
bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on
the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is
fun. You can really spread out there.'

'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't
work out for Harry and me!'

'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one
every time. But if we try several different
positions and I shoot from six or seven angles,
I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'

'My, that's a lot!', gasped Jo.

'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his
time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes,
but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'

'Don't I know it,' said Jo quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled
out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was
done on the top of a bus,' he said.

'Oh, my word!' Jo exclaimed, grasping at her
throat.

'And these twins turned out exceptionally well -
when you consider their mother was so difficult to
work with.'

'She was difficult?' asked Jo.

'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to
the park to get the job done right. People were
crowding around four and five deep to get a good
look'

'Four and five deep?' said Jo, her eyes wide with
amazement.

'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more
than three hours, too.
The mother was constantly squealing and yelling -
I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness
approached I had to rush my shots.
Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my
equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'

Jo leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually
chewed on your, uh...equipment?'

'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready,
I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right
away.'

'Tripod?'

'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my
Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand
for very long.'

Mrs. Smith fainted.....

Story - Express Your Love Before Its Late

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 07:29:00 +0530

Express Your Love Before Its Late
It's another morning..... .. Again I have to go to office.

Ohh, this is me... I shouted having a glance on my snap in today's news paper.

But what the HELL it is doing in the death column??

Strange...

One sec... Let me think, last night when I was going to bed I had a
severe pain in my chest, but I don't remember anything after that, I
think I had a sound sleep.

Its morning now, ohh..... It's already 10:00 AM, where is my coffee?

I will be late for office and my boss will get a chance to irritate me.

Where is everyone...? ?? I screamed.

"I think there is a crowed outside my room, let me check." I said to myself.

So many people..... Not all of them crying...

But why some of them crying...

WHAT IS THIS??? I m laying there on the floor...

"I AM HERE" ... I shouted!!! No one listen.

"LOOK I AM NOT DEAD" ... I screamed once again!!! No one is interested in me.

They all were looking me on the bed.

I went back to my bed room.

"Am I dead??" I asked myself.

Where is my wife, my children, my mom-DAD, my friends?

I found them in the next room, all of them were crying... still trying
to console each other.

My wife was crying... she was really looking sad...

My little kid was not sure what happened, but he was crying just coz
his mom was sad.

How can I go without saying my kid that I really love him, I really do
care of him. ??

How can I go without saying my wife that she is really most beautiful
and most caring wife in this world..??

How can I go without saying my parents that I m ... just because of u ??

How can I go without telling my friends that without them perhaps I
have done most of the wrong things in my life... thanks for being
there always when I need them... and sorry for not being there when
they really need me..

I can see a person standing in the corner and trying to hide his tears...

Ohh... he was once my best friend, but a small misunderstanding made
us part, and we both have strong enough ego to keep us disconnect.

I went there.. And offered him my hand, "Dear friend... I just want to
say sorry for everything, we r still best friend, please forgive me."

No response from other side, what the hell?? He is still preserving
his ego, I am saying sorry..... even then!!!

I really don't care for such people.

But one sec.... it seems he is not able to see me!!!! He did not see
my extended hand.

My goodness... AM I REALLY DEAD???

I just sat down near ME; I was also feeling like crying...

"OHH ALMIGHTY!!!! PLEASE JUST GIVE ME FEW MORE DAYS..."

I just wasn't to make my wife, my parents; my friends realize that how
much I love them.

My wife entered in the room, she looks beautiful.

"YOU R BEAUTIFUL" I shouted.

She didn't hear my words, in fact she never heard these words coz I
never said this to her.

"GOD!!!!" I screamed... a little more time plzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. .

I cried...

One more chance please.... to hug my child, to make my mom smile just
once, to feel my dad proud on me at least for a moment, to say sorry
to my friends for everything I have not given to them, and thanks for
still being in my life....

Then I looked up and cried!!!!

I shouted....

"GOD!!!! ONE MORE CHANCE PLEASE!!!!"

"You shouted in your sleep," said my wife as she gently woke me up.
"Did you have a nightmare?"

I was sleeping..... .

Ohh that was just a dream....

My wife was there... she can hear me...

This is the happiest moment of my life...

I hugged her and whispered... . "U R THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND CARING WIFE
IN THIS UNIVERSE.... I REALLY LOVE U DEAR"

I can't understand the reason of the smile on her face with some tears
in her eyes, still I m happy....

"THANK YOU GOD FOR THIS SECOND? CHANCE."

SO, Now it's not late.. forget Ur Egos, Past... and Xpress Ur love to others... Be friendly... Keep smiling..... for ever.......

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Story - Stand Tall Like The Sunflower

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 12:09:00 +0530

Stand Tall Like The Sunflower

I find it humorous sometimes that even the most mundane occurrences can have an impact on our awareness.

My wife, daughter, and I moved into our home nine years ago and we spent a lot of time and energy in the yard to get it looking like it does today. We live on a corner, higher than street level, and the entire side of the yard is encased by a professionally built rock wall. The front of the house though is another story because instead of a wall along the sidewalk the rocks appear to be just thrown up onto the dirt as if someone were in a hurry to finish.

We did the best we could with what we had to work with and called this area our 'rock garden'. Whenever we had left over flowers or plants, Denise or I would stick them out front, just to bring some color to the area.
I still do all of my own yard work, even the dreaded weed-pulling. After putting on my knee pads I assume the position to clear the yard of weeds, even in the rock garden.

Last summer I had reached the end of the rock garden and found a tiny little plant that I could not immediately identify. I knew I didn't plant it and Denise claimed that she didn't either. We decided to let it continue growing until we could figure out what it was.

Weeks passed and as I made my way back to the mystery plant, it appeared to be a Sunflower. It was spindly looking with a tall skinny stalk and only one head on it. I decided to baby it along and weed around it. As I pulled rocks from the area to get to the weeds, I noticed something unusual. The Sunflower had not started where I saw the stalk begin. It actually had begun under a big rock and grown under and around it to reach the sun.

That's when I realized that if a tiny little Sunflower didn't let a big rock stand in its way of developing, we too have the capability of doing the same thing. Once our environment begins to see that we believe in ourselves like that little Sunflower, we can attain the same nourishment and nurturing as well.

First, we need to believe in ourselves knowing we have the capabilities in achieving our desires. Like the Sunflower, it knew it had the capability to overcome its obstacle because it trusted in the Universal Truth and had faith it would succeed.
Stand tall like the Sunflower and be proud of who and what you are and the environment will begin to support you. You will find a way to go under or around your big obstacle in order to reach your desires.

Story - My Mom

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 11:45:00 +0530

My Mom

My Mom is in her seventies, and has seen a lot in her lifetime. She faced challenges that we all face one way or the other. She has seen successes and many happy times throughout her life.
Recently, we were talking and I asked her if she could give me just three pieces of advice to live my life what would they be. After some thought, she said she would have to think about it. It surprised me that she wanted time to think about it. She always was free with her advice sometimes even when I didn't want to hear it.

I arrived at her house the next day where she handed me a piece of paper with her three pieces of wisdom written out. She explained to me that if she was only able to give me three, that these three were the most important.

As I read them, I realized the importance of what she was telling me. She wasn't telling me to save my money, nor was she telling me to work hard. Her 3 most important things to live a happy life were truly pieces of wisdom.

What were they? Here is the wisdom my Mom shared with me:

1. Make each new day count by helping someone or just making someone smile.
2. Don't dwell on life's troubles, think of the good times.
3. Don't worry about things you can't do anything about.

This was an interesting thing to do. Perhaps, like me, you have someone in your life that has been there for you, no matter what. My Mom has always been one of my biggest supporters and the wisdom she has given me over the years has helped shape the person I am today. Ask that person in your life to give you three pieces of advice to live a good life. You may be pleasantly surprised by the answers you get.

Story: When tomorrow starts without me

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 20:53:00 +0530

When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,
all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry,
the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things,
we didn't get to say.I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand,
that an Angel came and called my name,
and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
in heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind,
all those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away,
a tear fell from my eye,
for all life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
so much yet to do,
it seemed almost impossible,
that I was leaving you.I thought of all the yesterdays,
the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
just even for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
from His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you".
Today for life on earth is past,
but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
but today will always last,
and since each day's the same day,
there's no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful,
so trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things,
you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand and share my life with me?So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart,
for every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.

A laugh, a tear & a puzzle to oil the rusted grey cells of our brains & keep our hearts young. These are the things required to make a person feel good. Now you can laugh all you want at the jokes, feel emotional & motivated with the stories, and, rack up your brains and push them in top gear with the puzzles. Log onto www.relatively-friendly.blogspot.com.

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Story: Lesson about Gratitude

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 20:32:00 +0530

According to legend, a young man while roaming the desert came across a
spring of delicious crystal-clear water. The water was so sweet he filled
his leather canteen so he could bring some back to a tribal elder who had
been his teacher.

After a four-day journey he presented the water to the old man who took a
deep drink, smiled warmly and thanked his student lavishly for the sweet
water. The young man returned to his village with a happy heart.
Later, the teacher let another student taste the water. He spat it out,
saying it was awful. It apparently had become stale because of the old
leather container.

The student challenged his teacher: "Master, the water was foul. Why did
you pretend to like it?"The teacher replied, "You only tasted the water. I
tasted the gift. The water was simply the container for an act of
loving-kindness and nothing could be sweeter."!!!
We may understand this lesson best when we receive innocent gifts of love
from young children. Whether it's a crushed paper painting or a clay figure,
the natural and proper response is appreciation and expressed thankfulness
because we love the idea within the gift.

Gratitude doesn't always come naturally. Unfortunately, most children and
many adults value only the thing given rather than the feeling embodied in
it. We should remind ourselves and teach our children about the beauty and
purity of feelings and expressions of gratitude. After all, gifts from the
heart are really gifts of the heart!! Also, when we express our gratitude,we
must never forget that the highest of appreciation is not to utter mere
words, but to live by them.

The essence of all beautiful art, all great art is gratitude! Gratitude is
the sign of noble souls and the memory of it is stored in the heart and not
the mind! The next time you receive any gifts from anyone, no matter however
small it may be, remember the love behind and don't judge the gift with its
appearance!.

*Have a deep sense of gratitude for whatever you receive in life in whatever
form it may be*

A laugh, a tear & a puzzle to oil the rusted grey cells of our brains & keep our hearts young. These are the things required to make a person feel good. Now you can laugh all you want at the jokes, feel emotional & motivated with the stories, and, rack up your brains and push them in top gear with the puzzles. Log onto www.relatively-friendly.blogspot.com.

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Chakras: e-book, Free Download

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 11:05:00 +0530

Chakras
General Non-Fiction
This ebook explains the seven chakras and the psychic abilities associated with them. It includes a chakra diagram with all the chakra symbols.
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Puzzle - The Climbing Cat

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 09:54:00 +0530

Puzzle:
A cat is at the bottom of a 20 foot well. (Don't worry, he's got lots of food and water).

Each day, he climbs up 5 feet...

And each night, he slides down 4 feet.

How many days will it take him to reach the top of the well?

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Story: The Tao of Forgiveness

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Tue, 9 Sep 2008 20:04:00 +0530

One day, the sage gave the disciple an empty sack and a basket of potatoes. "Think of all the people who have done or said something against you in the recent past, especially those you cannot forgive.
For each of them, inscribe the name on a potato and put it in the sack."
The disciple came up with quite a few names, and soon his sack was heavy with potatoes.
"Carry the sack with you wherever you go for a week," said the sage. "We'll talk after that."
At first, the disciple thought nothing of it. Carrying the sack was not particularly difficult. But after a while, it became more of a burden. It sometimes got in the way, and it seemed to require more effort to carry as time went on, even though its weight remained the same.
After a few days, the sack began to smell. The carved potatoes gave off a ripe odor. Not only were they increasingly inconvenient to carry around, they were also becoming rather unpleasant.
Finally, the week was over. The sage summoned the disciple. "Any thoughts about all this?"
"Yes, Master," the disciple replied. "When we are unable to forgive others, we carry negative feelings with us everywhere, much like these potatoes. That negativity becomes a burden to us and, after a while, it festers."
"Yes, that is exactly what happens when one holds a grudge. So, how can we lighten the load?"
"We must strive to forgive."
"Forgiving someone is the equivalent of removing the corresponding potato from the sack. How many of your transgressors are you able to forgive?"
"I've thought about it quite a bit, Master," the disciple said. "It required much effort, but I have decided to forgive all of them."
"Very well, we can remove all the potatoes. Were there any more people who transgressed against you this last week?"
The disciple thought for a while and admitted there were. Then he felt panic when he realized his empty sack was about to get filled up again.
"Master," he asked, "if we continue like this, wouldn't there always be potatoes in the sack week after week?"
"Yes, as long as people speak or act against you in some way, you will always have potatoes."
"But Master, we can never control what others do. So what good is the Tao in this case?"
"We're not at the realm of the Tao yet. Everything we have talked about so far is the conventional approach to forgiveness. It is the same thing that many philosophies and most religions preach - we must constantly strive to forgive, for it is an important virtue. This is not the Tao because there is no striving in the Tao."
"Then what is the Tao, Master?"
"You can figure it out. If the potatoes are negative feelings, then what is the sack?"
"The sack is... that which allows me to hold on to the negativity. It is something within us that makes us dwell on feeling offended.... Ah, it is my inflated sense of self-importance. "
"And what will happen if you let go of it?"
"Then... the things that people do or say against me no longer seem like such a major issue."
"In that case, you won't have any names to inscribe on potatoes. That means no more weight to carry around, and no more bad smells.
The Tao of forgiveness is the conscious decision to not just remove some potatoes... but to relinquish the entire sack."

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A Teacher's Lesson

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Sun, 7 Sep 2008 08:58:00 +0530

There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.
But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.

Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children..

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came.. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

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Story: To Heal A Thousand Wounds

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Thu, 4 Sep 2008 10:10:00 +0530

by Carlos Valles

A married couple came to a counselor for advice. No sooner were they seated, than they began speaking at the same time in a duel of criticisms. When they finally stopped for lack of breath, the counselor suggested that now they tell each other all the good they see in one another.

There was total silence.

Then each was given a ball-point pen and a sheet of paper and told to write down something praiseworthy about the other. Neither of them wrote. They both sat and stared at the paper. After what seemed like a long time, the husband started to write something. At once the wife also began to write--fast and furiously. Finally, the writing stopped.

There was silence again.

The wife pushed her paper over to the watching counselor. He pushed it back signaling that she was to give it directly to her husband. She reluctantly shoved the paper halfway across the table. He took it and in turn, slid his paper towards his wife. Each began to read.

The counselor watched...Soon a tear slid down the cheek of his wife. She crumpled the paper in her fist and held it tight. That proved that she treasured the sudden revelation of good things her husband had expressed about her. The whole atmosphere of the room changed. There was no need for anything to be said. Praise had healed a thousand wounds.

The husband and wife left arm in arm.

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Story: The Miracle

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Thu, 4 Sep 2008 09:56:00 +0530

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.
"His name is Andrew, and he has something bad growing inside his head, and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry, but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."
The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"
"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick, and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.
"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well, what a coincidence, " smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents--the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."
That well dressed man was a surgeon specializing in neurosurgery. The operation was completed free of charge, and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
"That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents...plus the faith of a little child.

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Puzzle5

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Thu, 4 Sep 2008 09:37:00 +0530

Puzzle - Contributed by Omkarshankar Kastty There are two fathers and two sons.Three pieces of bun are to be given to them, distributing it equally amongst them.How many pieces of bun will each one of them get? If you know the answer, please email to kagalwalashabbir@yahoo.co.in. and also send the puzzle across to all in your contacts list. Who knows maybe you will activate someone's life.

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Story - The Wooden Bowl

noreply@blogger.com (SFK) — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 14:41:00 +0530

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and a four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together nightly at the dinner table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating rather difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass often milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about grandfather," said the son. I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor. So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner at the dinner table. Since grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. Sometimes when the family glanced in grandfather's direction, he had a tear in his eye as he ate alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and mama to eat your food from when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled. Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day that building blocks are being laid for the child's future.
Let us all be wise builders and role models. Take care of yourself, ... and those you love, ... today, and everyday!

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