<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832</id><updated>2024-11-08T18:36:00.846+03:00</updated><category term="happiness"/><category term="love"/><category term="45 life lessons"/><category term="Best Arguments"/><category term="Businessman"/><category term="Businessman and Fisherman"/><category term="Fisherman"/><category term="MH-02-Z-8508"/><category term="Moral Story"/><category term="Mr Sandeep Bachhe"/><category term="Regina Brett"/><category term="Time"/><category term="Tum Chalo To Hindustan Chale"/><category term="deaf girl and a boy."/><category term="dont give up"/><category term="emotions"/><category term="enjoy your life peacefully"/><category term="equality"/><category term="failures"/><category term="heart touching story"/><category term="how are you ?"/><category term="humanity"/><category term="japan"/><category term="knowledge"/><category term="learn from stories."/><category term="lessons life taught me"/><category term="life"/><category term="life lessons"/><category term="miracles happenes"/><category term="moral stories"/><category term="nimh students"/><category term="prosperity"/><category term="real happiness"/><category term="real sroty"/><category term="successful people"/><category term="sweet story"/><category term="teamwork"/><category term="true love story"/><category term="vanity"/><title type='text'>Heart touching stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Inspiring short heart touching stories, short story collection.Take few momenets out of your life to read these Heart Touching Stories and learn short and sweet lessons of life from these short,sweet and heart touching stories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06300291518439116283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-458797195918797525</id><published>2014-04-14T18:19:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2014-04-16T22:02:18.956+04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dont give up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="failures"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miracles happenes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="successful people"/><title type='text'>Life is not about what we couldnt do so far, its about what we can still do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&quot;I slept on benches and everyday borrowed 20Rs/- from friend to travel film city&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;During my secondary school, I was dropped from school basketball&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I was rejected for the job in ALL INDIA RADIO bcoz of my heavy voice&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I didn&#39;t even complete my university education&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I used to sleep on the floor in friends&#39;rooms,returning Coke bottles for food, money, and getting weekly free meals at a local temple&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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-STEVE JOBS !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- TONY BLAIR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;I was in prison for 27 years&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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- Late President NELSON MANDELA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Friends, there are many such people who struggled.. Life is not about what we couldn&#39;t do so far, it&#39;s about what we can still do. So wait and don&#39;t ever give up. miracles happens every day....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is something we should all read at least once a week!!!!! Make sure you read to the end!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Written by Regina Brett, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio .&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I&#39;ve ever written.&lt;/div&gt;
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So here is the column once more:&lt;/div&gt;
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1. Life isn&#39;t fair, but it&#39;s still good.&lt;/div&gt;
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2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;/div&gt;
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3. Life is too short – enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;
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4. Your job won&#39;t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and family will.&lt;/div&gt;
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5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;/div&gt;
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6. You don&#39;t have to win every argument. Stay true to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;
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7. Cry with someone. It&#39;s more healing than crying alone.&lt;/div&gt;
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8. It&#39;s OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;/div&gt;
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9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;/div&gt;
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10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;/div&gt;
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11. Make peace with your past so it won&#39;t screw up the present.&lt;/div&gt;
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12. It&#39;s OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;/div&gt;
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13. Don&#39;t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;/div&gt;
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14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn&#39;t be in it.&lt;/div&gt;
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15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye, but don&#39;t worry, God never blinks.&lt;/div&gt;
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16.. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;/div&gt;
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17. Get rid of anything that isn&#39;t useful. Clutter weighs you down in many ways.&lt;/div&gt;
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18. Whatever doesn&#39;t kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;/div&gt;
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19.. It&#39;s never too late to be happy. But it’s all up to you and no one else.&lt;/div&gt;
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20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don&#39;t take no for an answer.&lt;/div&gt;
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21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy clothes. Don&#39;t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;/div&gt;
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22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;
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23. Be eccentric now. Don&#39;t wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;/div&gt;
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24. The most important organ is the brain.&lt;/div&gt;
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25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;/div&gt;
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26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words &#39;In five years, will this matter?&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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27. Always choose life.&lt;/div&gt;
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28. Forgive&lt;/div&gt;
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29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;/div&gt;
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30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;/div&gt;
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31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;/div&gt;
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32. Don&#39;t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;/div&gt;
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33. Believe in miracles.&lt;/div&gt;
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34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn&#39;t do.&lt;/div&gt;
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35. Don&#39;t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;/div&gt;
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36. Growing old beats the alternative of dying young.&lt;/div&gt;
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37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;/div&gt;
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38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;/div&gt;
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39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;
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40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else&#39;s, we&#39;d grab ours back.&lt;/div&gt;
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41. Envy is a waste of time. Accept what you already have, not what you need&lt;/div&gt;
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42. The best is yet to come...&lt;/div&gt;
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43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;/div&gt;
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44. Yield.&lt;/div&gt;
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45. Life isn&#39;t tied with a bow, but it&#39;s still a gift.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Its worth reading.&lt;/div&gt;
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A businessman visits his beach house for summer vacation. Just a few distance away lived a fisherman&#39;s family in a small hut. Businessman everyday watches a fisherman catching fishes in the morning and selling fishes in the market at afternoon. After selling fishes, fisherman sits under a tree with his wife having cup of tea and watching his kids play on beach and boats.&lt;br /&gt;
Just like everyday a fisherman was sitting , under&amp;nbsp; the shadow of a tree with a cup of tea. Out of curiosity, a businessman approached him and asked&amp;nbsp; him, why he wastes his half day sitting under a tree instead of working. To this the poor fisherman replied that he&amp;nbsp; had caught enough fishes for the day. Businessman thought of giving him a piece of advice, he said: Why don’t you catch more fishes instead of wasting your time here under a tree?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fisherman asked: &lt;/b&gt;Why should I do by catching more fishes?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Businessman:&lt;/b&gt; You should catch more fishes, sell them and earn more money, and buy a bigger boat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fisherman:&lt;/b&gt; What would I do then?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Businessman: &lt;/b&gt;You can go fishing in deep waters and catch even more fishes and earn even more money.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fisherman:&lt;/b&gt; What would I do then?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Businessman:&lt;/b&gt; You can then buy many boats and employ many people to work under you and earn even more money.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fisherman:&lt;/b&gt; What would I do then?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Businessman:&lt;/b&gt; You can become a rich businessman like me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fisherman:&lt;/b&gt; What would I do then?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Businessman:&lt;/b&gt; You can then enjoy your life peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fisherman:&lt;/b&gt; What do you think I’m doing right now?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don’t need to wait for tomorrow to enjoy your life and be happy.&amp;nbsp; You don’t even need to be rich and powerful to enjoy life. LIFE&amp;nbsp; is at this moment, enjoy it fully.&lt;br /&gt;As some great men have said “My riches consist not in the extent of my possessions but in the fewness of my wants”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hats off to&amp;nbsp;this young boy to teach us an important lesson. How selfish and irresponsible we are? We can just sit and blame the system and other people for any tragedy&amp;nbsp;but will not take any smart decision and action like this young one. Are we really literate?&lt;/div&gt;
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 men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was 
allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain 
the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. 
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;fbPhotosPhotoCaption&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:45,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;*G&amp;quot;}&quot; id=&quot;fbPhotoSnowliftCaption&quot; tabindex=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hasCaption&quot;&gt;The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and fami&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;lies, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..hospital window&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by&lt;br /&gt; describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where
 his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and 
colour of the world outside.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The window overlooked a park with a
 lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed 
their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of 
every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the 
distance.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; As the man by the window described all this in 
exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his
 eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his
 mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive
 words.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Days, weeks and months passed. One morning, the day 
nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless 
body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be 
moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and 
after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first 
look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out 
the window besides the bed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It faced a blank wall.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The
 man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who
 had described such wonderful things outside this window.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Epilogue:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own 
situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, 
is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have
 that money can’t buy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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 There was this robbery in Guangzhou , the robber shouted to everyone: 
&quot;All don&#39;t move, money belongs to the state, life belongs to you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Everyone in the bank laid down quietly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This is called &quot;Mind Changing Concept --&amp;gt; Changing the conve&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;ntional way of thinking&quot;.&lt;br /&gt; -------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; One lady lay on the table provocatively, the robber shouted at her &quot;Please be civilised! This is a robbery and not a rape!&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This is called &quot;Being Professional --&amp;gt; Focus only on what you are trained to do!&quot;&lt;br /&gt; -------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
 When the robbers got back, the younger robber (MBA trained) told the 
older robber (who is only primary school educated), &quot;Big bro, let&#39;s 
count how much we got&quot;, the older robber rebutted and said, &quot;You very 
stupid, so much money, how to count, tonight TV will tell us how much we
 robbed from the bank!&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This is called &quot;Experience --&amp;gt; nowadays experience is more important than paper qualifications!&quot;&lt;br /&gt; -------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 After the robbers left, the bank manager told the bank supervisor to 
call the police quickly. The supervisor says &quot;Wait, wait wait, let&#39;s put
 the 5 million RMB we embezzled into the amount the robbers robbed&quot;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This is called &quot;Swim with the tide --&amp;gt; converting an unfavorable situation to your advantage!&quot;&lt;br /&gt; -------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The supervisor says &quot;It will be good if there is a robbery every month&quot;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This is called &quot;Killing Boredom --&amp;gt; Happiness is most important.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; -------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 The next day, TV news reported that 100 million RMB was taken from the 
bank. The robbers counted and counted and counted, but they could only 
count 20 million RMB. The robbers were very angry and complained &quot;We 
risked our lives and only took 20 million RMB, the bank manager took 80 
million RMB with a snap of his fingers. It looks like it is better to be
 educated to be a thief!&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This is called &quot;Knowledge is worth as much as gold !&quot;&lt;br /&gt; -------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The bank manager was smiling and happy because his loss in the CINOPEC shares are now covered by this robbery.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This is called &quot;Seizing the opportunity --&amp;gt; daring to take risks!&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; For more stories visit --&amp;gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/hearttouchingstories&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;https://www.facebook.com/hearttouchingstories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/6437615182122591077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/6437615182122591077?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/6437615182122591077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/6437615182122591077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2013/05/seizing-opportunity-daring-to-take-risks.html' title='Seizing the opportunity --&gt; daring to take risks!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Bj_KTjzIwo9lGhxIeDtWAcu18GnQd1mDSxUXPThxaABhbtn35yr55uV-nQUevn97hnR9h5AAfERX66azuVcLV-L8M2N-cx9OVS6YRsqk3odEMoNjVOqHVD1hxRzrf0bvogYKZ1_P0mY/s72-c/934135_570999862932178_677950056_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-2608449492289330199</id><published>2012-11-20T00:07:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2012-11-20T00:09:51.464+04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Smart Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;One Smart Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;
Written in poetic form, I hope the following depiction of what today&#39;s
culture is raising, will bring a more acute sense of awareness among us
all.&lt;br /&gt;
His Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;
J.Michael&lt;br /&gt;


--------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;One smart Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;

Source Unknown&lt;br /&gt;


 My son came home from school one day,&lt;br /&gt;
 with a silly grin on his face,&lt;br /&gt;
 He thought he was smarter than me, his Mom,&lt;br /&gt;
 and could put me in my place.&lt;br /&gt;


 HE SAID:&lt;br /&gt;
 Guess what I learned in Civics Two,&lt;br /&gt;
 that&#39;s taught by Mr. Wright,&lt;br /&gt;
 It&#39;s about the laws of the land today,&lt;br /&gt;
 its called THE CHILDREN&#39;S BILL OF RIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;


 IT SAID:&lt;br /&gt;
 I don&#39;t have to clean my room,&lt;br /&gt;
 I don&#39;t have to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;
 Nobody can tell me what to eat,&lt;br /&gt;
 My freedom of speech is guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;
 Its my choice of what I read, or watch on TV.&lt;br /&gt;


 I have freedom of religion,&lt;br /&gt;
 and regardless of what you say,&lt;br /&gt;
 don&#39;t have to ask your God for help ---&lt;br /&gt;
 I DON&#39;T HAVE TO PRAY.&lt;br /&gt;


 I can wear an earring in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;
 And, if I want, can pierce my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
 It&#39;s my choice if I so desire,&lt;br /&gt;
 to tattoo Satan&#39;s numbers across my toes.&lt;br /&gt;


 AND if you try to spank me,&lt;br /&gt;
 I will charge you with the crime,&lt;br /&gt;
 and I can back up all my charges,&lt;br /&gt;
 with the marks on my behind.&lt;br /&gt;


 HE SAID:&lt;br /&gt;
 Don&#39;t ever touch me,&lt;br /&gt;
 this body is only for my use,&lt;br /&gt;
 not for your hugs and kisses and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;
 that&#39;s just another form of child abuse.&lt;br /&gt;


 HE CONTINUED WITH:&lt;br /&gt;
 Don&#39;t fill my head with morals,&lt;br /&gt;
 like your mama did to you,&lt;br /&gt;
 That&#39;s what&#39;s called mind control,&lt;br /&gt;
 And it&#39;s illegal too!&lt;br /&gt;


 Mom, I have these children&#39;s rights,&lt;br /&gt;
 you can&#39;t do a thing to me,&lt;br /&gt;
 I can call Children&#39;s Services,&lt;br /&gt;
 better known as C. S. D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


 &lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;MY TURN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 My very first impression was,&lt;br /&gt;
 to toss this boy out the door,&lt;br /&gt;
 But here was a chance to teach him a lesson,&lt;br /&gt;
 for once and ever more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 I took my time and mulled it over,&lt;br /&gt;
 I couldn&#39;t let this go.&lt;br /&gt;
 This kid of mine didn&#39;t realize,&lt;br /&gt;
 that he was messing with a pro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 AND AWAY WE GO.............&lt;br /&gt;
 The next day we went shopping,&lt;br /&gt;
 and in spite of every plea,&lt;br /&gt;
 I didn&#39;t buy him 501s&lt;br /&gt;
 or shirts designed by Nike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 I had called and talked to C. S. D.,&lt;br /&gt;
 they said they didn&#39;t care,&lt;br /&gt;
 if I bought him K-Mart shoes,&lt;br /&gt;
 or a pair of Nike Airs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 AND THEN:&lt;br /&gt;
 I canceled his appointment&lt;br /&gt;
 to test his driving skills,&lt;br /&gt;
 I&#39;d probably be dead by now,&lt;br /&gt;
 if only looks could kill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 I SAID:&lt;br /&gt;
 There&#39;s no time to stop and eat,&lt;br /&gt;
 or pick up stuff to munch,&lt;br /&gt;
 I think you should follow C. S. D.&#39;s advice,&lt;br /&gt;
 And make yourself a sack lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 So, what if you are too hungry,&lt;br /&gt;
 to wait &#39;til dinner time?&lt;br /&gt;
 Well, we&#39;re having liver and onions,&lt;br /&gt;
 Cause it&#39;s a favorite dish of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 He ASKED:&lt;br /&gt;
 Can we stop to get a movie,&lt;br /&gt;
 so I can watch it on the VCR?&lt;br /&gt;
 Absolutely not! I sold the TV in your room&lt;br /&gt;
 and bought new tires for my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 I also rented out your room,&lt;br /&gt;
 you really don&#39;t need a bed.&lt;br /&gt;
 C.S.D. says all that&#39;s required of me&lt;br /&gt;
 is to put a roof over your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 I only have to buy your clothes,&lt;br /&gt;
 and the food that you must eat,&lt;br /&gt;
 The money you used to get for an allowance,&lt;br /&gt;
 will buy me something neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 No more eating after we shop,&lt;br /&gt;
 no more joking along the way,&lt;br /&gt;
 I too have a BILL OF RIGHTS,&lt;br /&gt;
 that goes into effect today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;
 What&#39;s the matter, are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;
 Are you down on your knees?&lt;br /&gt;
 Why are you asking God for help?...&lt;br /&gt;
 WHY NOT CALL THE C.S.D.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/2608449492289330199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/2608449492289330199?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/2608449492289330199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/2608449492289330199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2012/11/one-smart-mom.html' title='One Smart Mom'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-3330764192625022475</id><published>2012-11-03T22:23:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2016-11-04T07:55:48.949+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Arguments"/><title type='text'>One Of The Best Arguments.!! I have ever read (Must Read)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*This is a real argument.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don’t miss even a single word…. It’s Too good.. An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and…..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt; So you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Absolutely, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is God good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is God all-powerful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn’t. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can’t answer, can you? Let’s start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is Satan good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Where does Satan come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;From….God…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;So who created evil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, who created them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son…Have you ever seen God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;No, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;No, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Student: No sir. There isn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;(The lecture thereafter becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it . (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #e69138; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light…..But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;display: inline !important; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God, and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can’t even explain a thought.&amp;nbsp;It uses electricity and magnetism&amp;nbsp;but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;not the opposite of life: just the absence of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;That is it, sir… The link between man &amp;amp; god is FAITH . That is all that keeps things moving and alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE BEDROOM FLAT... AN INDIAN EXPATRIATE&#39;S LIFE...- A Bitter and sad Reality. As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineer and joined a company based in USA, the land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it was as if a dream had come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald&#39;s and pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get any more holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to USA.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our savings started diminishing. After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children. Every year I decided to go to India. But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I couldn&#39;t get any holidays and thus could not go to India. The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After couple more years passed away, much to my children&#39;s dislike and my wife&#39;s joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the USA.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India. My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in USA. I decided that had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India. I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a well-developed locality.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this? My father, even after staying in India, had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me. Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rights, God Bless them. But the question still remains&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;was all this worth it?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still searching for an answer................!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
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“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand  and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.  Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;  Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know  what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She  didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?&lt;br /&gt;
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I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the  chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t  talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what  had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory  answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I  just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;
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With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a  divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car,  and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into  pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become  a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I  could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally  she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.  To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which  had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing  something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep  and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with  Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just  did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the  morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything  from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested  that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as  possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s  time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to  recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.  She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of  our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going  crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd  request.&lt;br /&gt;
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I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She  laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she  applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;
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My  wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was  explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we  both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy  in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to  the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in  my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about  the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside  the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the  office.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the second day, both of us acted much more easily.  She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I  realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I  realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her  face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a  minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the fourth day,  when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the  woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth  day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t  tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped  by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was  choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but  could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have  grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was  the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom  out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an  essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer  and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I  might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,  walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her  hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;  it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;
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But her much lighter weight  made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly  move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I  hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped  out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay  would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door  and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have  a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I  won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I  didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each  other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on  our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane  seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the  door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the  floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The  salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll  carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;
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That  evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run  up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been  fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice.  She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the  whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with  the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….&lt;br /&gt;
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The small details of your lives are what really matter in a  relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the  bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot  give happiness in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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So find time to be your spouse’s  friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do  have a real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are  people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave  up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/2356351031723954351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/2356351031723954351?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/2356351031723954351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/2356351031723954351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/11/married-or-not-you-should-read-this.html' title='Married or not… you should read this.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FOhj_K7UIPMVYHd-wHkFplSjG_ndbAgSClFiTKhTWN0XaU5oJKDjp20sNvJNJKOAnNL8rYBx_bPTe8Dl8oo1WUbFuBjtGOyTjQ37gJbO0z6PHjerxdgS3H6ppsmlXYOsoo5vt3vQLwg/s72-c/family.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-669535712419469447</id><published>2011-11-01T02:01:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T02:02:23.376+04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="how are you ?"/><title type='text'>How are you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1bexiZ8GQiX6Mjw9WNWil1kpKQDmHZ5RIfKdZro2dZ_4aiQPmYEB99rXNW3Nl5vW1N_sMG103EvGFRCxCw71aOObK30OS1sizgsvqfGbeO3UgkuF7hKNypgcTZm9Sfi_euzrKk_AR_A/s1600/howareyou.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;381&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1bexiZ8GQiX6Mjw9WNWil1kpKQDmHZ5RIfKdZro2dZ_4aiQPmYEB99rXNW3Nl5vW1N_sMG103EvGFRCxCw71aOObK30OS1sizgsvqfGbeO3UgkuF7hKNypgcTZm9Sfi_euzrKk_AR_A/s400/howareyou.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;From the very beginning, girl&#39;s family  objected strongly on her dating this guy, saying that it has got to do  with family background, &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the  rest of her life if she were to be with him. Due to family&#39;s pressure,  the couple quarreled very often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Though the girl loved the guy deeply,  she always asked him: &quot;How deep is your love for me?&quot; As the guy is not  good with his words, this often caused the girl to be very upset.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;With  that &amp;amp; the family&#39;s pressure, the gal often vents her anger on him.  As for him.. he only endured it in silence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; After a couple of years, the  guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies overseas.  Before leaving, he proposed to the gal: &quot;I&#39;m not very good with words.  But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of  you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I&#39;ll try my best to  talk them round. Will you marry me?&quot; The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the  guy&#39;s determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them  get married.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;So before he left, they got engaged. The gal went out to  the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his  studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though  it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;One day, while the gal  was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost  control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She  realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum cry, she wanted to  comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth  was just a sigh. She had lost her voice....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The doctor says that the  impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her  parents&#39; comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.  During the stay in hospital, besides silent cry. it&#39;s still just silent  cry that accompanied her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the  same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone which pierced into her  heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know &amp;amp;  not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that  she does not wish to wait any longer. With that, she sent the ring back  to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply and  countless phone calls. all the gal could do besides crying is still  crying....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could  eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy. With a new environment, the  gal learnt sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself  everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp;amp;  told her that he&#39;s back. She asked her friend not to let him know what  happened to her. Since then, there wasn&#39;t anymore news of him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A year  has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an  invitation card for the guy&#39;s wedding. The gal was shattered. When she  opened the letter, she saw her name on it instead. When she was about to  ask her friend what was going on, she saw the guy standing in front of  her.... He used sign language to tell her, &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cc0000; color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;ve spent a year to learn  sign language. Just to let you know that I&#39;ve not forgotten our promise.  Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With that, he  slipped the ring back into her finger. The gal finally smiled...... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/8374292028956710617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/8374292028956710617?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/8374292028956710617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/8374292028956710617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/10/true-love-storytrue-love.html' title='True love story...True love...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwSYMt1-xZR1JRQHs5D2Qb-iKpEgycOzp8NQEH7hoMGA4ry4d3f9j7TAIJX3S30eDLy4uEvtNuhCc5E4Z_ytBM5NY8SvTC4sH-ZchVf5MV9WvjKljXaGsrQzp5p-LO5eU0fzcde36azHU/s72-c/truelovestory.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-5087588077750757729</id><published>2011-10-29T00:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T00:11:46.060+04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="equality"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humanity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nimh students"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teamwork"/><title type='text'>Teamwork! Humanity!! Equality!!! and LOVE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000bf;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;It was a sports stadium. Eight Children were standing on the track to participate in the running event.&lt;br /&gt;
* Ready! * Steady! * Bang!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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With  the sound of Toy pistol, all eight girls started running. Hardly have  they covered ten to fifteen steps, one of the smaller girls slipped and  fell down, due to bruises and pain she started crying. When other seven  girls heard this sound, stopped running, stood for a while and turned  back, they all ran back to the place where the girl fell down. One among  them bent, picked and kissed the girl gently and enquired &#39;Now pain  must have reduced&#39;. All seven girls lifted the fallen girl, pacified  her, two of them held the girl firmly and they all seven joined hands  together and walked together and reached the winning post. Officials  were shocked. Clapping of thousands of spectators filled the stadium.  Many eyes were filled with tears and perhaps it had reached the GOD  even! YES. This happened in Hyderabad [INDIA], recently! The sport was  conducted by National Institute of Mental Health [NIMH]. All these  special girls had come to participate in this event and they are spastic  children. Yes, they were mentally retarded.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000bf;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;What did they teach this  world?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Teamwork! Humanity!! Equality!!! and LOVE!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000bf;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Successful people  help others who are slow in learning so that they are not left far  behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/5087588077750757729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/5087588077750757729?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/5087588077750757729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/5087588077750757729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/10/teamwork-humanity-equality-and-love.html' title='Teamwork! Humanity!! Equality!!! and LOVE!!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvCTdXENdUaAeA7qzdfQ5ZHucjwxRb_MOezu3EJJQFZPiICCesMlKiU0MbGF4PN9nta-Asp1Y9g4IegZV3z4hVh5Y7KGTQvkuu_V5MQVDPfjD644m34DjwEYSgq7z-HtIW_H4XvXiSVok/s72-c/35776253.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-8485834889793329065</id><published>2011-10-18T23:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:30:27.546+04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MH-02-Z-8508"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mr Sandeep Bachhe"/><title type='text'>The best auto rickshaw driver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TdKXj0VFsOJz3xbiGojhz1xJnEHkTVc4E7_DfQYVuAdvIL-rxqgm9dxKHdhuMCCSHR8ep2xNauZrU6GS8I_2hapLj5kIS5WrA4RcbyTBPtmglcgcLpHodwECMyWeTekV10nGEzH3KJg/s1600/thebestautodriver.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;239&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TdKXj0VFsOJz3xbiGojhz1xJnEHkTVc4E7_DfQYVuAdvIL-rxqgm9dxKHdhuMCCSHR8ep2xNauZrU6GS8I_2hapLj5kIS5WrA4RcbyTBPtmglcgcLpHodwECMyWeTekV10nGEzH3KJg/s320/thebestautodriver.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear reader, meet this wonderful mumbaikar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Qualities of an Exemplary Human being.......Must read&lt;br /&gt;
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Exact Narration by an auto-rickshaw passenger,&lt;br /&gt;
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Suvendu Roy of Titan Industries, who shares his inspirational encounter with a rickshaw driver in Mumbai:&lt;br /&gt;
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One Sunday, my wife, kid, and I had to travel to Andheri from Bandra.  When I waved at a passing auto rickshaw, little did I expect that this  ride would be any different...&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked in front and there was a small TV. The driver had put on the Doordarshan channel.&lt;br /&gt;
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My wife and I looked at each other with disbelief and amusement. In  front of me was a small first-aid box with cotton, dettol and some  medicines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was enough for me to realize that I was in a special vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I looked round again, and discovered more - there was a radio,  fire extinguisher, wall clock, calendar, and pictures and symbols of all  faiths&lt;br /&gt;
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- from Islam and Christianity to Buddhism, Hinduism and Sikhism.&lt;br /&gt;
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There were also pictures of the heroes of 26/11- Kamte, Salaskar, Karkare and Unnikrishnan.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized that not only my vehicle, but also my driver was special.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started chatting with him and the initial sense of ridicule and disbelief gradually diminished.&lt;br /&gt;
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I gathered that he had been driving an auto rickshaw for the past 8-9  years; he had lost his job when his employer&#39;s plastic company was shut  down.&lt;br /&gt;
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He had two school-going children, and he drove from 8 in the morning till 10 at night.&lt;br /&gt;
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No break unless he was unwell. &quot;Sahab, ghar mein baith ke T.V dekh kar  kya faida? Do paisa income karega toh future mein kaam aayega.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We realized that we had come across a man who represents Mumbai – the  spirit of work, the spirit of travel and the spirit of excelling in  life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I asked him whether he does anything else as I figured that he did not have too much spare time.&lt;br /&gt;
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He said that he goes to an old age home for women in Andheri once a  week or whenever he has some extra income, where he donates tooth  brushes, toothpastes, soap, hair oil, and other items of daily use.&lt;br /&gt;
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He pointed out to a painted message below the meter that read: &quot;25 per cent discount on metered fare for the handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;
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Free rides for blind passengers up to Rs. 50.&lt;br /&gt;
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My wife and I were struck with awe. The man was a HERO!&lt;br /&gt;
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A hero who deserves all our respect!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Our journey came to an end;&lt;br /&gt;
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45 minutes of a lesson in humility, selflessness, and of a hero-worshipping Mumbai, my temporary home.&lt;br /&gt;
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We disembarked, and all I could do was&lt;br /&gt;
to pay him a tip that would hardly cover a&lt;br /&gt;
free ride for a blind man.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope, one day, you too have a chance to meet Mr Sandeep Bachhe in his auto rickshaw: MH-02-Z-8508.&lt;br /&gt;
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Be a Reason for Million Smiles….But Never be a reason for even a single Grudge…..&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/8485834889793329065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/8485834889793329065?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/8485834889793329065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/8485834889793329065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/10/best-auto-rickshaw-driver.html' title='The best auto rickshaw driver.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TdKXj0VFsOJz3xbiGojhz1xJnEHkTVc4E7_DfQYVuAdvIL-rxqgm9dxKHdhuMCCSHR8ep2xNauZrU6GS8I_2hapLj5kIS5WrA4RcbyTBPtmglcgcLpHodwECMyWeTekV10nGEzH3KJg/s72-c/thebestautodriver.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-5534522689817275925</id><published>2011-10-18T00:52:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:53:49.873+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop finding mistakes in others.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOnt3Lgplom7mgqfiB8qPNy4c7XKky33tzoBXuTWS1lsvUuygkR_6hLawPH4fdkF12UPmFuwS_Kun0WPuD4GZiC6XHu6vSlwjWOic3uCRFc7kdKcioAntRCXC1px7T43VO2KeNoyZltM/s1600/309348_251522311560535_183265211719579_756230_881462973_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOnt3Lgplom7mgqfiB8qPNy4c7XKky33tzoBXuTWS1lsvUuygkR_6hLawPH4fdkF12UPmFuwS_Kun0WPuD4GZiC6XHu6vSlwjWOic3uCRFc7kdKcioAntRCXC1px7T43VO2KeNoyZltM/s1600/309348_251522311560535_183265211719579_756230_881462973_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think were the four words?&lt;br /&gt;
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The husband just said &quot;I Love You Darling&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The husband&#39;s totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No&lt;br /&gt;
point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn&#39;t forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don&#39;t multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
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If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Take off all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think...!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/5534522689817275925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/5534522689817275925?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/5534522689817275925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/5534522689817275925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/10/stop-finding-mistakes-in-others.html' title='Stop finding mistakes in others.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOnt3Lgplom7mgqfiB8qPNy4c7XKky33tzoBXuTWS1lsvUuygkR_6hLawPH4fdkF12UPmFuwS_Kun0WPuD4GZiC6XHu6vSlwjWOic3uCRFc7kdKcioAntRCXC1px7T43VO2KeNoyZltM/s72-c/309348_251522311560535_183265211719579_756230_881462973_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-8984001131263887389</id><published>2011-10-15T22:33:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:08:31.356+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;352&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; &gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/v/300777446614779&quot; /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/v/300777446614779&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;352&quot; height=&quot;240&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object width=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; &gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/v/300807569945100&quot; /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/v/300807569945100&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/8984001131263887389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/8984001131263887389?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/8984001131263887389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/8984001131263887389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/10/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-9178731592541301791</id><published>2011-10-15T21:31:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T21:31:15.201+04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart touching story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="japan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learn from stories."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real sroty"/><title type='text'>Really touchy story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys I read this story recently and I was very much touched by this story, so I would like to share this story with all &lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD2&quot;&gt;my friends&lt;/span&gt; here.Its a story from &lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD8&quot;&gt;the land&lt;/span&gt; of rising sun, Japan. Its a real incident that happened &lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD7&quot;&gt;in Japan&lt;/span&gt;. From this story we can definitely &lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD5&quot;&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; some important lesson.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A guy in Japan wanted to &lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD10&quot;&gt;renovate&lt;/span&gt; his house. So he thought of breaking his house and build a new one on the same place. In Japan usually people build their houses themselves, so this guy got a chance to see the most &lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD9&quot;&gt;touching&lt;/span&gt; incident of his life. In Japan,  the walls of the houses are made of wood, so the thick wall made of  wood will be hollow at the center. So suddenly while he started breaking  &lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD12&quot;&gt;the wall&lt;/span&gt;, he could suddenly see something moving in the inner side of the hollow wall. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;He saw it closely, it was a lizard, he saw still closer and saw that the lizard is stuck in the wall, its one feet was hammered with a nail. The guy suddenly realized that he had built this house &lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD11&quot;&gt;five years&lt;/span&gt;  ago and he had hammered the nails into the walls also same time. He  couldn&#39;t believe his own eyes seeing the lizard stuck at same place from  five years, it was not able to move a inch from the place where it was stuck. He wondered how this lizard survived for five years without food, because he did not see any source of food at that place.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was very eager to know what this lizard did for food, so he kept  watching the lizard stopping his breaking work. To his surprise he saw,  one more lizard coming to this lizard with food in its mouth and fed it  with food. Seeing that he couldn&#39;t control tears flowing from his eyes.  The other lizard was feeding this lizard from past five years without any complaint!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isn&#39;t it really touching? Imagine what a small creature can do that a creature blessed with intelligence and brilliant mind cannot do. Let us learn something from these creatures. Helping others is the best way of serving god!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/9178731592541301791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/9178731592541301791?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/9178731592541301791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/9178731592541301791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/10/really-touchy-story.html' title='Really touchy story.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-2636457839563684377</id><published>2011-09-27T01:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T01:07:09.465+04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knowledge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prosperity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vanity"/><title type='text'>Helpless love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once upon a time all feelings and emotions went to a coastal island  for a vacation. According to their nature, each was having a good time.  Suddenly, a warning of an impending storm was announced and everyone was  advised to evacuate the island.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The announcement caused sudden panic. All rushed to their boats. Even  damaged boats were quickly repaired and commissioned for duty.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yet, Love did not wish to flee quickly. There was so much to do. But  as the clouds darkened, Love realised it was time to leave. Alas, there  were no boats to spare. Love looked around with hope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just then Prosperity passed by in a luxurious boat. Love shouted, “Prosperity, could you please take me in your boat?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;“No,” replied Prosperity, “my boat is full of precious possessions, gold and silver. There is no place for you.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little later Vanity came by in a beautiful boat. Again Love  shouted, “Could you help me, Vanity? I am stranded and need a lift.  Please take me with you.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanity responded haughtily, “No, I cannot take you with me. My boat will get soiled with your muddy feet.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorrow passed by after some time. Again, Love asked for help. But it  was to no avail. “No, I cannot take you with me. I am so sad. I want to  be by myself.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Happiness passed by a few minutes later, Love again called for  help. But Happiness was so happy that it did not look around, hardly  concerned about anyone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love was growing restless and dejected. Just then somebody called  out, “Come Love, I will take you with me.” Love did not know who was  being so magnanimous, but jumped on to the boat, greatly relieved that  she would reach a safe place.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;On getting off the boat, Love met Knowledge. Puzzled, Love inquired,  “Knowledge, do you know who so generously gave me a lift just when no  one else wished to help?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knowledge smiled, “Oh, that was Time.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;“And why would Time stop to pick me and take me to safety?” Love wondered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and replied, “Because only Time  knows your true greatness and what you are capable of. Only Love can  bring peace and great happiness in this world.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;“The important message is that when we are prosperous, we overlook  love. When we feel important, we forget love. Even in happiness and  sorrow we forget love. Only with time do we realize the importance of  love. Why wait that long? Why not make love a part of your life today?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/2636457839563684377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/2636457839563684377?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/2636457839563684377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/2636457839563684377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/09/helpless-love.html' title='Helpless love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-6006176767822350063</id><published>2011-09-22T22:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T22:22:24.455+04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;
After th...e Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the  ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the  cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees  like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two  hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her  back and her head.&lt;br /&gt;
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With so many difficulties, the leader of the  rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the  woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive.  However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for  sure.&lt;br /&gt;
He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to  search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader  was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the  dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow  cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he  screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “&lt;br /&gt;
The whole  team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects  around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a  flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had  made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was  falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The  little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him  up.&lt;br /&gt;
The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After  he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was  a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must  remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one  hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can  survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love  for her child!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/6006176767822350063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/6006176767822350063?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/6006176767822350063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/6006176767822350063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-true-story-of-mothers-sacrifice.html' title='This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-7411850055251161856</id><published>2011-09-17T19:05:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:05:48.382+04:00</updated><title type='text'>File Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index cards files.  They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;  As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read &quot;Girls I Have Liked.&quot;  I opened it and began flipping through the cards.  I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.  And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.  This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life.  Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn&#39;t match.&lt;br /&gt;
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named &quot;Friends&quot; was next to one marked &quot;Friends I. Have Betrayed.&quot; The titles ranged from the mundane to the  outright weird.  &quot;Books I Have Read&quot;, &quot;Lies I Have Told&quot;, &quot;Comfort I Have Given&quot;, &quot;Jokes I Have Laughed At&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: &quot;Things I&#39;ve Yelled at My Brothers.&quot; Others I couldn&#39;t laugh at: &quot;Things I Have Done in My Anger&quot;, &quot;Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents&quot;. I never ceased to be  surprised by the contents.  Often there were many more cards than I expected.  Sometimes fewer than I hoped.  I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.  Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards?  But each card confirmed this truth.  Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.&lt;br /&gt;
When I pulled out the file marked &quot;Songs I. Have Listened To&quot;, I realized the files grew to contain their contents.  The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn&#39;t found the end of the file.  I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.&lt;br /&gt;
When I came to a file marked &quot;Lustful Thoughts&quot;, I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card.  I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.  An almost animal rage broke on me.&lt;br /&gt;
One thought dominated my mind:  &quot;No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room!  I have to destroy them!&quot;  In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out.  Its size didn&#39;t matter now.  I had to empty it and burn the cards.  But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.  I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.  Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.&lt;br /&gt;
Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The title bore &quot;People I Have Shared the Gospel With&quot;.  The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused.  I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came.  I began to weep.  Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me.  I fell on my knees and cried.  I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all.  The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes.  No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. &lt;br /&gt;
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him.  Not here.  Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn&#39;t bear to watch His response.  And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.  Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn&#39;t anger me.  I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me.  He could have said so many things. But He didn&#39;t say a word. He just cried with me.  Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files.  Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.&lt;br /&gt;
No!&quot; I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was &quot;No, no,&quot; as I pulled the card from Him.  His name shouldn&#39;t be on these cards. But there it  was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered  mine  It was written with His blood.  He gently took the card back.&lt;br /&gt;
He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.  I don&#39;t think I&#39;ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, &quot;It is finished.&quot;  I stood up, and He led me out of the room.  There was no lock on its door.  There were still cards to be written. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/7411850055251161856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/7411850055251161856?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/7411850055251161856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/7411850055251161856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/09/file-room.html' title='File Room'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-8171080761164617257</id><published>2011-09-06T14:38:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T14:38:55.015+04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Tomorrow Starts Without Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;When tomorrow starts without me,&lt;br /&gt;
and I&#39;m not there to see;&lt;br /&gt;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
all filled with tears for me;&lt;br /&gt;
I wish so much you wouldn&#39;t cry,&lt;br /&gt;
the way you did today,&lt;br /&gt;
while thinking of the many things,&lt;br /&gt;
we didn&#39;t get to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know how much you love me,&lt;br /&gt;
as much as I love you,&lt;br /&gt;
and each time that you think of me,&lt;br /&gt;
I know you&#39;ll miss me too;&lt;br /&gt;
But when tomorrow starts without me,&lt;br /&gt;
please try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;
that an angel came and called my name,&lt;br /&gt;
and took me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;
and said my place was ready,&lt;br /&gt;
in heaven far above,&lt;br /&gt;
and that I&#39;d have to leave behind,&lt;br /&gt;
all those I dearly love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But as I turned to walk away,&lt;br /&gt;
a tear fell from my eye,&lt;br /&gt;
for all life, I&#39;d always thought,&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t want to die.&lt;br /&gt;
I had so much to live for,&lt;br /&gt;
so much yet to do,&lt;br /&gt;
it seemed almost impossible,&lt;br /&gt;
that I was leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thought of all the yesterdays,&lt;br /&gt;
the good ones and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;
I thought of all the love we shared,&lt;br /&gt;
and all the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I could relive yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;
just even for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d say good-bye and kiss you&lt;br /&gt;
and maybe see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then I fully realized,&lt;br /&gt;
that this could never be,&lt;br /&gt;
for emptiness and memories,&lt;br /&gt;
would take the place of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when I thought of worldly things,&lt;br /&gt;
I might miss come tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;
I thought of you, and when I did,&lt;br /&gt;
my heart was filled with sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when I walked through heaven&#39;s gates,&lt;br /&gt;
I felt so much at home.&lt;br /&gt;
When God looked down and smiled at me,&lt;br /&gt;
from His great golden throne,&lt;br /&gt;
He said, &quot;This is eternity,&lt;br /&gt;
and all I&#39;ve promised you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today for life on earth is past,&lt;br /&gt;
but here it starts anew.&lt;br /&gt;
I promise no tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;
but today will always last,&lt;br /&gt;
and since each day&#39;s the same day,&lt;br /&gt;
there&#39;s no longing for the past.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you have been so faithful,&lt;br /&gt;
so trusting and so true.&lt;br /&gt;
Though there were times you did some things,&lt;br /&gt;
you knew you shouldn&#39;t do.&lt;br /&gt;
But you have been forgiven&lt;br /&gt;
and now at last you&#39;re free.&lt;br /&gt;
So won&#39;t you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;
and share my life with me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So when tomorrow starts without me,&lt;br /&gt;
don&#39;t think we&#39;re far apart,&lt;br /&gt;
for every time you think of me,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m right here, in your heart.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/8171080761164617257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/8171080761164617257?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/8171080761164617257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/8171080761164617257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-tomorrow-starts-without-me.html' title='When Tomorrow Starts Without Me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-5529921546588576666</id><published>2011-09-06T14:33:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T14:33:54.316+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t draw conclusions until you know all the facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;One old man was sitting with his 25 years old son in the train.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Train is about to leave the station.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All passengers are settling down their seat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As train started young man was filled with lot of joy and&lt;br /&gt;
curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was sitting on the window side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He went out one hand and feeling the passing air. He&lt;br /&gt;
shouted, &quot;Papa see all trees are going behind&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Old man smile and admired son feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beside the young man one couple was sitting and listing all&lt;br /&gt;
the conversion between father and son.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They were little awkward with the attitude of 25&lt;br /&gt;
years old man behaving like a small child.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly young man again shouted, &quot;Papa see the pond&lt;br /&gt;
and animals. Clouds are moving with train&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Couple was watching the young man in embarrassingly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now its start raining and some of water drops touches the&lt;br /&gt;
young man&#39;s hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He filled with joy and he closed the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He shouted again,&quot; Papa it&#39;s raining, water is&lt;br /&gt;
touching me, see papa&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Couple couldn&#39;t help themselves and ask the old man.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Why don&#39;t you visit the Doctor and get treatment for your son.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Old man said,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; Yes, We are coming from the hospital as Today&lt;br /&gt;
only my son got his eye sight for first time in his life&quot;......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
NOT MINE...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: green;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral: &quot;Don&#39;t draw conclusions until you know all the facts&quot;......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/5529921546588576666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/5529921546588576666?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/5529921546588576666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/5529921546588576666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-draw-conclusions-until-you-know.html' title='Don&#39;t draw conclusions until you know all the facts'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086422881380983832.post-4789576603926128616</id><published>2011-07-30T21:01:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T21:01:56.993+04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; I ran into a stranger as he passed by,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Oh excuse me please&quot; was my reply.&lt;br /&gt;
He said, &quot;Please excuse me too;&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn&#39;t watching for you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
We were very polite, this stranger and I.&lt;br /&gt;
We went on our way and we said good-bye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;   But at home a different story is told,&lt;br /&gt;
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.&lt;br /&gt;
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,&lt;br /&gt;
My son stood beside me very still.&lt;br /&gt;
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &quot;Move out of the way,&quot; I said with a frown.&lt;br /&gt;
He walked away, his little heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t realize how harshly I&#39;d spoken.&lt;br /&gt;
While I lay awake that night in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;
God&#39;s still small voice came to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you&lt;br /&gt;
use, but the children you love, you seem to abuse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Go and look on the kitchen floor,&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll find some flowers there by the door.&lt;br /&gt;
Those are the flowers he brought for you.&lt;br /&gt;
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.&lt;br /&gt;
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;   By this time, I felt very small,&lt;br /&gt;
And now my tears began to fall.&lt;br /&gt;
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Please wake up, little one,&quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Are these the flowers you picked for me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He smiled, &quot;I found &#39;em out by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;
I picked &#39;em because they&#39;re pretty like you.&lt;br /&gt;
I knew you&#39;d like &#39;em, especially the blue.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;   I said, &quot;Son, I&#39;m very sorry for the way I acted today;&lt;br /&gt;
I shouldn&#39;t have yelled at you that way.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He said, &quot;Oh, Mom, that&#39;s okay. I love you anyway,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I said, &quot;Son, I love you too,&lt;br /&gt;
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/feeds/4789576603926128616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086422881380983832/4789576603926128616?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/4789576603926128616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086422881380983832/posts/default/4789576603926128616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearttouchingstories123.blogspot.com/2011/07/family.html' title='FAMILY'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>