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You hold my hand.'&lt;br /&gt;'What's the difference?' Asked the  puzzled father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There's a big  difference,' replied the little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If I hold your  hand and something happens to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chances are that  I may let your hand go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you hold  my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will never  let my hand go.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its  bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold the  hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...&lt;br /&gt;This message is too short......but carries a lot of Feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Join our Group FunAndFunOnly (www.FunAndFunOnly.net) - SridhaR" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844823168003673620-8338103863542032608?l=feelingislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Why do you ask such a thing?"the man said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;SON:    "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make anhour?"&lt;br /&gt;DAD:    "If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour."&lt;br /&gt;SON:     "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;SON:   "Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?"The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so youcan borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, thenyou march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think aboutwhy you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such thischildish behavior."The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the littleboy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get somemoney?After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started tothink: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with thatRs.50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went tothe door of the little boy's room and opened the door."Are you asleep, son?" He asked."No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy."I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said theman."It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.. Here's theRs.50 you asked for."The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" Heyelled.Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angryagain. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked upat his father."Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the fathergrumbled."Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied."Daddy, I have Rs.100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner withyou."The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and hebegged for his forgiveness.It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. Weshould not let time slip through our fingers without having spent sometime with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.Do remember to share that Rs.100 worth of your time with someone youLove.If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easilyreplace us in a matter of days.But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for therest of their lives.  And come to think of it, we pour ourselves moreinto work than to our family.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &amp;amp; Regards!-- RegardsSamta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844823168003673620-5871386217922351505?l=feelingislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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