<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992</id><updated>2024-09-05T22:49:22.593-07:00</updated><category term="baby happy mother perfect appearance real love real treasure handsome tragedy genius"/><category term="cosmic good qualities perfect grateful proportioned infinitely disheartened tremendous sense reponsibility"/><category term="death"/><category term="ego feelings love boat live together"/><category term="encuraging"/><category term="farmer character puzzled qualifications good supply sleep"/><category term="forgiveness best friend carve stone sand slapped"/><category term="frail old son silence grandfather family smiled tears gently perceptive care love"/><category term="goose truth share common travelling pays hard jobs help great accomplished"/><category term="great scholar appreciated learning challenge amusing good kind generous king alert"/><category term="heart princess coffee love polite outstanding tears truth lie"/><category term="hundred"/><category term="life"/><category term="love smiled parents sign language studies mariiage"/><category term="man old lady smile poor crawl assistance pregnant soft kiss"/><category term="parable mule well praying sympathized trouble saving bury shake dirt life adversities real potential benefit afraid amateurs ark professionals titanic"/><category term="patridges eggs care noble task cosmic determination perseverance fools patience self-giving"/><category term="positive affirmation subconscious mind build creative visualization physical emotional mental tension"/><category term="power positive thinking mental attitude anticipate happiness believes self-esteem pleasant constructive contagious subconcious benefits persuade"/><category term="quality life inner emotional mental thinking subconcious behavior realization improve"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="sleep"/><category term="speak"/><category term="successful relationship love proactive die darling child dead envies jealous attitude selfishness"/><category term="value public speech strange curious audience great cheers crumpled feeling"/><category term="yogi money beg food amazed meditate concentration magic materialize emotional energy mental scene thought strong influence"/><title type="text">TOUCHING STORIES</title><subtitle type="html"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-1436281476277157414</id><published>2018-09-19T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-09-19T03:17:52.844-07:00</updated><title type="text">Earn Money Online In Your Spare Time - TRIED AND TESTED</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1436281476277157414/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/1436281476277157414" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/1436281476277157414" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/1436281476277157414" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2018/09/earn-money-online-in-your-spare-time.html" rel="alternate" title="Earn Money Online In Your Spare Time - TRIED AND TESTED" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-1616155256308494917</id><published>2010-06-23T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:21:01.098-07:00</updated><title type="text">Can I Borrow Rs.25/-?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Z7Y3BNVbmtIzU5oZ81eJeRHxrv6-pp3bSH4KjyXy7EEk96MjK2UhQ9LlJU2SN8_mclSXnNkwaSZFtXxjeD51GIQIUXjWcJ7cJ8b-QnTMxQ4scT6ezLQ0kBSFRV0GtD1VmY9QWnmxC0I/s1600/borrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Z7Y3BNVbmtIzU5oZ81eJeRHxrv6-pp3bSH4KjyXy7EEk96MjK2UhQ9LlJU2SN8_mclSXnNkwaSZFtXxjeD51GIQIUXjWcJ7cJ8b-QnTMxQ4scT6ezLQ0kBSFRV0GtD1VmY9QWnmxC0I/s320/borrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486020301664730050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for her at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Mummy, may I ask you a question?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUM: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Mummy, how much do you make an hour?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUM: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the woman said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUM: 'If you must know, I make R 50 an hour.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Mummy, may I please borrow R25?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down , and started to think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that R25.00 and she really didn't ask for money very often.The woman went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you asleep, son?' She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No Mummy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the woman. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the R25 you asked for.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you Mummy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the mother grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mummy, I have R50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother was crushed. She put his arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that R50 worth of your time with someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1616155256308494917/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/1616155256308494917" rel="replies" title="18 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/1616155256308494917" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/1616155256308494917" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-i-borrow-rs25.html" rel="alternate" title="Can I Borrow Rs.25/-?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Z7Y3BNVbmtIzU5oZ81eJeRHxrv6-pp3bSH4KjyXy7EEk96MjK2UhQ9LlJU2SN8_mclSXnNkwaSZFtXxjeD51GIQIUXjWcJ7cJ8b-QnTMxQ4scT6ezLQ0kBSFRV0GtD1VmY9QWnmxC0I/s72-c/borrow.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-308582132191768266</id><published>2010-04-17T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:50:49.516-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hundred"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleep"/><title type="text">Give Your 100%</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had  a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy  told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her  sweets. The girl agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful  marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her  sweets as she had promised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy  couldn't sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets  from him the way he had hidden his best marble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; If you don't give your hundred percent in a relationship,  you'll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her  hundred percent.. This is applicable for any relationship like love,&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friendship&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  employer-employee relationship etc., Give your hundred percent to  everything you do and sleep peacefully &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/308582132191768266/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/308582132191768266" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/308582132191768266" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/308582132191768266" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-your-100.html" rel="alternate" title="Give Your 100%" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-8486562281847354953</id><published>2010-04-17T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T03:20:42.268-07:00</updated><title type="text">You are a Masterpiece</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;A plum once said, just because a banana lover came by, I  converted myself into a banana. Unfortunately, his taste changed after a  few months and so I became an orange. When he said I was bitter I  became an apple, but he went in search of grapes. Yielding to the  opinions of so many people, I have changed so many times that I no more  know who I am. How I wish I had remained a plum and waited for a plum  lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just because a group of people do not  accept you as you are, there is no necessity for you to strip yourself  of your originality. You need to think good of yourself, for the world  takes you at your own estimate. Never stop down in order to gain  recognition. Never let go of your true self to win a relationship. In  the long run, you will regret that you traded your greatest glory - your  uniqueness, for momentary validation. Even Gandhi was not accepted by  many&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;people. The group  that does not accept you the way you are&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; is not your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There is a world for each  one of you, where you shall reign as king / queen by just being  yourself. Find that world... in fact, that world will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What water can do, gasoline cannot and what copper can, gold cannot.  The fragility of the ant enables it to move and the rigidity of the tree  enables it to stay rooted. Everything and everybody has been designed  with a proportion of uniqueness to serve a purpose that we can fulfill  only by being our unique self. You as you alone can serve your purpose  and I as I alone can serve my purpose. You are here to be you... just  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     There was a time in this world when a Krishna was  required and he was sent; a time when a Christ was required and he was  sent; a time when a Mahatma was required and he was sent; There came a  time when you were required on this planet and hence you were sent. Let  us be the best we can be. Don't miss yourself and let the world not miss  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;In the history of the universe, there has been nobody like you  and to the infinite of time to come, there will be no one like you.  Existence should have loved you so much that it broke the mould after  making you, so that another of your kind will never get repeated. You  are original. You are rare. You are unique. You are a wonder. You are a  masterpiece... your Master's piece. Celebrate your Uniqueness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8486562281847354953/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/8486562281847354953" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/8486562281847354953" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/8486562281847354953" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-masterpiece.html" rel="alternate" title="You are a Masterpiece" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-710107388528541647</id><published>2008-02-24T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:47:30.350-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ego feelings love boat live together"/><title type="text">LOVE and EGO</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Sometimes love is for a moment, sometimes love is for a lifetime. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                    "Sometimes a moment is a lifetime."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time there was an island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170494398525730002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXusPH2d2DXgFRW5eFAxeQSq7ez825D-l2bjjklYNjBdp6QDOve8hrpMLMZGqDBDRALaq6mgoPwA-jumwi89A3R0nSDsGd587PvETwXMHP8ci5byj8Nv8QYC_2XCTNJZxmKQhnpm3-xA/s320/island.gif" border="0" /&gt; where all the feelings lived together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170495317648731378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQeYBqfZN9sKkxfKX8GCzXYkB_b26vcxmFCluzmq9e8krYisdKxeNGV7yBJBpVoippO9uPD_3ApdcD7uNgwvvWwFffytQv2L2a-CxlMuOBNYa8qJqAnyRDjdcnpGySTB_hqPlEwQeTwrQ/s320/feelings.gif" border="0" /&gt;One day there was a storm in the sea and the island was about to get drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170496142282452226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilg4fyGSGVTKAzJLPtkZlfVDbS6Uv_PC3cNPki8hQrBm83XIgMeoTGaJFeVAN0jw6tUx7oDrTxSYWBscXTM_FgVcKbP4vYNzb6oxUCM_3MbKS0_foKcrBNjsOR972iQWot7colaMtWyTk/s320/sea.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every feeling was scared but Love &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8r4TdD2HYH5DvUAOZMDSD3leLIqrm_Mexh4Taw09lSLwyyou0TjfvyrVOx5D1iEFyAWUhT6EIhKaEv72UdRnBevhzbjoPlaefF4rA9m-RFOUUzKFG2yIdNXUwqZvzfT7Mt8Q0cuO6L9Y/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170498916831325490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8r4TdD2HYH5DvUAOZMDSD3leLIqrm_Mexh4Taw09lSLwyyou0TjfvyrVOx5D1iEFyAWUhT6EIhKaEv72UdRnBevhzbjoPlaefF4rA9m-RFOUUzKFG2yIdNXUwqZvzfT7Mt8Q0cuO6L9Y/s320/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; made a boat &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-dtWppoCXsfc9Ky2EmlbhT2e9WDzhnJtO1jr_kqWEtCL7HvVrEotX6618tIx3dKKAYwZ-INtY_mK3E4-FN0LXOas4aJolaiv0bp7yYNSJlJYaJVwaDsrc-Ez8cU9CDgVM-PMM_a2vp0/s1600-h/boat.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170498199571787042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-dtWppoCXsfc9Ky2EmlbhT2e9WDzhnJtO1jr_kqWEtCL7HvVrEotX6618tIx3dKKAYwZ-INtY_mK3E4-FN0LXOas4aJolaiv0bp7yYNSJlJYaJVwaDsrc-Ez8cU9CDgVM-PMM_a2vp0/s320/boat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every feeling boarded the boat &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QUfBrBwwLJUQHPfCLDwBX8sfuw5khmuFdrpm-kWweV-IqUlccx0hMy63gKnlV6bJ7IS5UhcUCvJosA4nEH1jdA49knJxx2eogQ67Q8XBVUxMFAEgLYbwUHzFlynmdVelmwDgChoqZes/s1600-h/boat1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170500153781906770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QUfBrBwwLJUQHPfCLDwBX8sfuw5khmuFdrpm-kWweV-IqUlccx0hMy63gKnlV6bJ7IS5UhcUCvJosA4nEH1jdA49knJxx2eogQ67Q8XBVUxMFAEgLYbwUHzFlynmdVelmwDgChoqZes/s320/boat1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only 1 feeling was left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC8AzcZ4UGZZFhH1XL8MaD7_7LitmV06lkPnKVablFDSu10_ZyohGNiqLzbbHxIf7GT5EJ9U5YSMtTGtV6olKNx_DW09g6VhJsD-BA8reSvcmyE2p3aOumtaHpXDAEPCNDkoj-p0PTOIA/s1600-h/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170500823796804962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC8AzcZ4UGZZFhH1XL8MaD7_7LitmV06lkPnKVablFDSu10_ZyohGNiqLzbbHxIf7GT5EJ9U5YSMtTGtV6olKNx_DW09g6VhJsD-BA8reSvcmyE2p3aOumtaHpXDAEPCNDkoj-p0PTOIA/s320/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got down to see who it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was EGO.. &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7HEwuCVUt4J2PLiBzY7orRWip_LI-l_5ScxXvUi2xvFYvIJIVFdUS4tKLxVPNR3_xsvTjUAkb4vONi5PxBL9skYVr9_znmdIXWXc2jKba58OYJEQ0GkBZj3K_QnaRyQZc1ayfF1gZiks/s1600-h/ego.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170502778006924658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7HEwuCVUt4J2PLiBzY7orRWip_LI-l_5ScxXvUi2xvFYvIJIVFdUS4tKLxVPNR3_xsvTjUAkb4vONi5PxBL9skYVr9_znmdIXWXc2jKba58OYJEQ0GkBZj3K_QnaRyQZc1ayfF1gZiks/s320/ego.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love tried and tried but ego wasn't moving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also the water was rising. &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobFVnZX4W7fPxeaeWaZjwXwvK8W3m3OcsDRQ8cIejKh1f1I1oFO6pw-myR274PNs89yLyRFdGFqbQhQTAWEzkdtQdIbM0gA5YGuqKXpQ6U9duFuPhrllthQPyUzW8uzHHv0iZt-eH2dQ/s1600-h/water.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170504448749202818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobFVnZX4W7fPxeaeWaZjwXwvK8W3m3OcsDRQ8cIejKh1f1I1oFO6pw-myR274PNs89yLyRFdGFqbQhQTAWEzkdtQdIbM0gA5YGuqKXpQ6U9duFuPhrllthQPyUzW8uzHHv0iZt-eH2dQ/s320/water.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every one asked love to leave him and come in the boat, but love was made to love. At last all the feelings escape and Love dies with ego on the island.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              Love Dies because of EGO       &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBLtPAx7cM3ellpkUvieDp5AjtUQQvm4RICehjnKA67_05Z2-823edRLT9rTt9SE7w_xzmv48Rf7tOr2hnmR1zWCH5IsaucwFyzFrop75CqiwAtJXi_pt-axW-VhROUNxSwu69YjmGLU/s1600-h/grass.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170505977757560210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBLtPAx7cM3ellpkUvieDp5AjtUQQvm4RICehjnKA67_05Z2-823edRLT9rTt9SE7w_xzmv48Rf7tOr2hnmR1zWCH5IsaucwFyzFrop75CqiwAtJXi_pt-axW-VhROUNxSwu69YjmGLU/s320/grass.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                        &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;          So, Kill ego and Save Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/710107388528541647/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/710107388528541647" rel="replies" title="7 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/710107388528541647" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/710107388528541647" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-and-ego.html" rel="alternate" title="LOVE and EGO" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXusPH2d2DXgFRW5eFAxeQSq7ez825D-l2bjjklYNjBdp6QDOve8hrpMLMZGqDBDRALaq6mgoPwA-jumwi89A3R0nSDsGd587PvETwXMHP8ci5byj8Nv8QYC_2XCTNJZxmKQhnpm3-xA/s72-c/island.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-4319746542802154130</id><published>2008-02-03T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:21:11.786-08:00</updated><title type="text">Doll and White Roses</title><content type="html">I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,are you sure I don't have enough money?''The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to."It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''My heart nearly stopped.The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.""I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we checkagain, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''"My mommy loves white roses."A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a youngwoman and a little girl.The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a criticalstate. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on thelife-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.Was this the family of the little boy?Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister isstill, to this day, hard to imagine.And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving...........</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4319746542802154130/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/4319746542802154130" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/4319746542802154130" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/4319746542802154130" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/doll-and-white-roses.html" rel="alternate" title="Doll and White Roses" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-2267634369111602621</id><published>2008-01-07T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:46:46.576-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="man old lady smile poor crawl assistance pregnant soft kiss"/><title type="text">What goes around comes around</title><content type="html">One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.&lt;br /&gt;Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.&lt;br /&gt;He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”&lt;br /&gt;Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.&lt;br /&gt;As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.&lt;br /&gt;He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”&lt;br /&gt;He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.&lt;br /&gt;A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.&lt;br /&gt;There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”&lt;br /&gt;Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….&lt;br /&gt;She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”&lt;br /&gt;There is an old saying “What goes around comes around."</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2267634369111602621/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/2267634369111602621" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/2267634369111602621" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/2267634369111602621" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-goes-around-comes-around.html" rel="alternate" title="What goes around comes around" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-8812257650406211415</id><published>2008-01-06T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:13:38.638-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cosmic good qualities perfect grateful proportioned infinitely disheartened tremendous sense reponsibility"/><title type="text">THE HORSE THAT WANTED MORE BEAUTY</title><content type="html">A cosmic god had ahorse. The horse was beautiful and also it had many good qualities. But it wanted to be more perfect in every way. It especially wanted to become beauty unparalleled.&lt;br /&gt;One day the horse said to the cosmic god, "0 Lord, you have given me beauty. You have given me other good qualities. I am so grateful to you. But how I wish you could make me more beautiful. I would be extremely, extremely grateful if you could make me more beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;The cosmic god said, "I am more than ready to make you more beautiful. Tell me in what way you want to be changed."&lt;br /&gt;The horse said, "It seems to me that I am not well proportioned. My neck is too short. If you can make my neck a little longer, my upper body will be infinitely more beautiful. And if you can make my legs much longer&lt;br /&gt;and thinner, then I will look infinitely more beautiful in my lower body."&lt;br /&gt;The cosmic god said, "Amenl" Then immediately he made a camel appear in place of the horse. The horse was so disheartened that it started to cry, "0 Lord, I wanted to become more beautiful. In what way is this kind of outer form more beautiful?"&lt;br /&gt;The cosmic god said, "This is exactly what you asked for. You have become a camel."&lt;br /&gt;The horse cried, "Oh no, I do not want to become a camell I wish to remain a horse. As a horse, everybody appreciated my good qualities. Nobody will appreciate me as a camel."&lt;br /&gt;The cosmic god said, "Never try to achieve or receive more than I have given you. If you want to lead a desire-life, then at every moment you will want more and more. But you have no idea what the outcome will be. If you cry for a longer neck and legs, this is what will happen. Each thing in my creation has its own good qualities. The camel is not as beautiful as you are, but it carries heavy loads and has a tremendous sense of responsibility.</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8812257650406211415/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/8812257650406211415" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/8812257650406211415" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/8812257650406211415" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/horse-that-wanted-more-beauty.html" rel="alternate" title="THE HORSE THAT WANTED MORE BEAUTY" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-3205284868937428668</id><published>2008-01-06T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:07:12.248-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quality life inner emotional mental thinking subconcious behavior realization improve"/><title type="text">Inner Changes Bring Outer Changes</title><content type="html">The quality of your life depends to a large extent on the quality of your inner emotional and mental life. If you are lazy, worry too much and afraid to try new things, you stick to the same spot. If you are not afraid to change your thinking, your life will soon change accordingly. Your habitual thoughts, and the content of your subconscious mind determine your behavior and the way you act in the world.&lt;br /&gt;When you change the way you feel and think, you ultimately change your inner vision, actions and behavior. This causes your outer life to change accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;Let's now see a few examples!&lt;br /&gt;If you are the worrying type, you are probably afraid of changes, and prefer to stick to the same kind of life you well know. You see other people who attain success, and though you wish you were successful too, you do nothing about it. In your mind you see yourself living exactly as you are living now, and find it hard to imagine different circumstances. It may never occur to you that you can visualize a different reality.&lt;br /&gt;In this case your way of thinking limits you. You constantly see in your mind's eye the same daily reality, and consequently your conscious and subconscious minds stay programmed to experience and attract the same kind of reality.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you come to understand and realize that your outer reality is shaped to a great extent by your inner world. This realization will cause you to aspire to a better life. You will start to envision the kind of life you want to live. If you keep thinking and visualizing a different and better kind of life, soon these thoughts will sink into your subconscious mind and motivate, inspire and energize you to take action.&lt;br /&gt;The new thoughts will cause new expectations, and change the way you view the outer world. The inner changes in you will gradually affect your outer life. Your behavior, and the way you act will change. You will have more energy, ambition and inner strength. You will get over your fear of change, and be ready to take action to change and improve your life, in accordance with the changes inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Remez Sasson&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3205284868937428668/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/3205284868937428668" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/3205284868937428668" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/3205284868937428668" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/inner-changes-bring-outer-changes.html" rel="alternate" title="Inner Changes Bring Outer Changes" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-5379438090769378370</id><published>2008-01-06T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:43:51.570-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="positive affirmation subconscious mind build creative visualization physical emotional mental tension"/><title type="text">POWER OF AFFIRMATIONS</title><content type="html">Affirmations are positive sentences that describe a desired situation, and which are repeated many times, in order to impress the subconscious mind and trigger it into positive action. In order to ensure the effectiveness of the affirmations, they have to be repeated with attention, conviction, interest and desire.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you are swimming with your friends in a swimming pool. They swim fifteen rounds, something you have never done before, and as you desire to win the respect of your friends, you want to show them that you can make it too. You start swimming, and at the same time keep repeating in your mind: "I can do it, I can do it...". You keep thinking and believing that you are going to complete the fifteen rounds. What are you actually doing? You are repeating positive affirmations.&lt;br /&gt;More than often, people repeat in their minds negative words and statements concerning the situations and events in their lives, and consequently bring upon themselves undesirable situations. Words and statements work both ways, to build or destroy. It is the way we use them that determines whether they are going to bring good or harmful results.&lt;br /&gt;Affirmations work in the same manner as creative visualization. The repeated words build mental images and scenes in the mind, and help to focus on the aim or situation one wants to achieve or create. Frequent repetitions affect the subconscious mind, which in turn reshapes the way one thinks, acts and behaves.&lt;br /&gt;The conscious mind, the mind you think with, starts this process, and then the subconscious mind takes charge. This means that the most frequent thoughts that pass through your mind, ultimately, affect your life and your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Affirmations work in the same manner like computer commands. They program the mind, which then affects one's life, and even the events and circumstances one goes through.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they work fast, but more often they need time to make changes. Repeating positive affirmations a few minutes, and then thinking negatively, neutralizes the effects of the positive words. You have to refuse negative thoughts, otherwise you will not attain positive results.&lt;br /&gt;We mentally repeat negative statements, without even being aware of the process. We use them when we tell ourselves that we cannot do something, that we are too lazy, or when we believe we are going to fail. The subconscious mind always accepts and follows what we tell it, whether it is good or bad for us, so why not choose only positive statements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Repeat Affirmations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is advisable to repeat affirmations that are not too long, as they are easier to remember. You can repeat them anytime your mind is not engaged in something in particular, such as while traveling in a bus or a train, waiting in line, walking etc, but do not affirm while driving or crossing a street. You may also repeat them in special sessions of 5-10 minutes each, several times a day.&lt;br /&gt;There should be no physical, emotional or mental tension while repeating them. The stronger the concentration, the more faith you have in what you are doing, the more feelings you put into the act, the stronger and faster will be the results.&lt;br /&gt;It is very important to choose only positive affirmations. If for example you desire to lose weight, do not say, "I am not fat, I am losing weight." By saying this sentence you are repeating to your subconscious mind that you are fat. The word "losing" also evokes negative images. It is better to say, "My body has an athletic form, and weighs the right and healthy weight". Such words evoke positive images in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Always affirm in the present tense, not the future tense. Saying: "I will be rich", means that you intend to be rich one day, in the indefinite future. You are actually telling yourself that some day you will be rich, never now. It is better and more effective to say, and also feel, "I am rich now", and the subconscious mind will work overtime to make this happen now, in the present.&lt;br /&gt;As to results, sometimes they may come fast, and at other times might take more time to manifest. Getting results depends on how much time, energy, faith and feelings you invest in repeating your affirmations, on the strength of your desire and on how big or small is your goal.&lt;br /&gt;By using the power of affirmations you state what you want to be true in your life. You see reality, as you want it to be. For a while, you ignore your current circumstances and your doubts, and concentrate on a different reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Positive Affirmations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I am healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;- Wealth is pouring into my life.&lt;br /&gt;- I am sailing on the river of wealth.&lt;br /&gt;- I am getting wealthier each day.&lt;br /&gt;- My body is healthy and functioning in a very good way.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a lot of energy.&lt;br /&gt;- I study and comprehend fast.&lt;br /&gt;- My mind is calm.&lt;br /&gt;- I am calm and relaxed in every situation.&lt;br /&gt;- My thoughts are under my control.&lt;br /&gt;- I radiate love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;- I am surrounded by love.&lt;br /&gt;- I have the perfect job for me.&lt;br /&gt;- I am living in the house of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;- I have good and loving relations with my wife/husband.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a wonderful and satisfying job.&lt;br /&gt;- I have the means to travel abroad, whenever I want to.&lt;br /&gt;- I am successful in whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;- Everything is getting better every day.</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5379438090769378370/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/5379438090769378370" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/5379438090769378370" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/5379438090769378370" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/power-of-affirmations.html" rel="alternate" title="POWER OF AFFIRMATIONS" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-3316677434025701005</id><published>2008-01-06T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:32:12.612-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="power positive thinking mental attitude anticipate happiness believes self-esteem pleasant constructive contagious subconcious benefits persuade"/><title type="text">THE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING  by Remez Sasson</title><content type="html">Positive thinking is a mental attitude that admits into the mind thoughts, words and images that are conductive to growth, expansion and success. It is a mental attitude that expects good and favorable results. A positive mind anticipates happiness, joy, health and a successful outcome of every situation and action. Whatever the mind expects, it finds.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone accepts or believes in positive thinking. Some consider the subject as just nonsense, and others scoff at people who believe and accept it. Among the people who accept it, not many know how to use it effectively to get results. Yet, it seems that many are becoming attracted to this subject, as evidenced by the many books, lectures and courses about it. This is a subject that is gaining popularity.&lt;br /&gt;It is quite common to hear people say: "Think positive!", to someone who feels down and worried. Most people do not take these words seriously, as they do not know what they really mean, or do not consider them as useful and effective. How many people do you know, who stop to think what the power of positive thinking means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following story illustrates how this power works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan applied for a new job, but as his self-esteem was low, and he considered himself as a failure and unworthy of success, he was sure that he was not going to get the job. He had a negative attitude towards himself, and believed that the other applicants were better and more qualified than him. Allan manifested this attitude, due to his negative past experiences with job interviews.&lt;br /&gt;His mind was filled with negative thoughts and fears concerning the job for the whole week before the job interview. He was sure he would be rejected. On the day of the interview he got up late, and to his horror he discovered that the shirt he had planned to wear was dirty, and the other one needed ironing. As it was already too late, he went out wearing a shirt full of wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;During the interview he was tense, displayed a negative attitude, worried about his shirt, and felt hungry because he did not have enough time to eat breakfast. All this distracted his mind and made it difficult for him to focus on the interview. His overall behavior made a bad impression, and consequently he materialized his fear and did not get the job.&lt;br /&gt;Jim applied for the same job too, but approached the matter in a different way. He was sure that he was going to get the job. During the week preceding the interview he often visualized himself making a good impression and getting the job.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening before the interview he prepared the clothes he was going to wear, and went to sleep a little earlier. On day of the interview he woke up earlier than usual, and had ample time to eat breakfast, and then to arrive to the interview before the scheduled time.&lt;br /&gt;He got the job because he made a good impression. Of course he had also the proper qualifications for the job, but so had Allan.&lt;br /&gt;What do we learn from these two stories? Is there any magic employed here? No, it is all natural. When the attitude is positive we entertain pleasant feelings and constructive images, and see in our mind's eye what we really want to happen. This brings brightness to the eyes, more energy and happiness. The whole being broadcasts good will, happiness and success. Even the health is affected in a beneficial way. We walk tall and the voice is more powerful. Our body language shows the way you feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;Positive and negative thinking are both contagious. All of us affect, in one way or another, the people we meet. This happens instinctively and on a subconscious level, through thoughts and feelings transference and through body language. People sense our aura and are affected by our thoughts. Is it any wonder that we want to be around positive persons and shun negative ones? People are more disposed to help us if we are positive. They dislike and avoid anyone broadcasting negativity.&lt;br /&gt;Negative thoughts, words and attitude bring up negative and unhappy moods and actions. When the mind is negative, poisons are released into the blood, which cause more unhappiness and negativity. This is the way to failure, frustration and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Practical Instructions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to turn the mind toward the positive, inner work and training are required. Attitude and thoughts do not change overnight.&lt;br /&gt;Read about this subject, think about its benefits and persuade yourself to try it. The power of thoughts is a mighty power that is always shaping our life. This shaping is usually done subconsciously, but it is possible to make the process a conscious one. Even if the idea seems strange give it a try, as you have nothing to lose, but only to gain. Ignore what others might say or think about you, if they discover that you are changing the way you think.&lt;br /&gt;Always visualize only favorable and beneficial situations. Use positive words in your inner dialogues or when talking with others. Smile a little more, as this helps to think positively. Disregard any feelings of laziness or a desire to quit. If you persevere, you will transform the way your mind thinks.&lt;br /&gt;Once a negative thought enters your mind, you have to be aware of it and endeavor to replace it with a constructive one. The negative thought will try again to enter your mind, and then you have to replace it again with a positive one. It is as if there are two pictures in front of you, and you choose to look at one of them and disregard the other. Persistence will eventually teach your mind to think positively and ignore negative thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;In case you feel any inner resistance when replacing negative thoughts with positive ones, do not give up, but keep looking only at the beneficial, good and happy thoughts in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter what your circumstances are at the present moment. Think positively, expect only favorable results and situations, and circumstances will change accordingly. It may take some time for the changes to take place, but eventually they do.&lt;br /&gt;Another method to employ is the repetition of affirmations. It is a method which resembles creative visualization, and which can be used in conjunction with it.</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3316677434025701005/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/3316677434025701005" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/3316677434025701005" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/3316677434025701005" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/power-of-positive-thinking-by-remez.html" rel="alternate" title="THE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING  by Remez Sasson" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-5079196807949675736</id><published>2008-01-06T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:23:15.544-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="great scholar appreciated learning challenge amusing good kind generous king alert"/><title type="text">THE SCHOLAR'S FOUR QUESTIONS</title><content type="html">There was once a great scholar. Everybody in the kingdom appreciated him because he was so learned. Unfortunately, in spite of his great learning he had great pride.&lt;br /&gt;One day this scholar put on a gold necklace and went to the palace of another king. He said, "Whoever can defeat me in wisdom will get this necklace. I challenge everybody!"&lt;br /&gt;All the scholars in that particular kingdom had heard about this scholar and they were afraid that they would lose. So they would not accept his challenge. The king was very sad that nobody would accept the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the court jester said, I accept your challenge."&lt;br /&gt;The king had almost surrendered to the scholar but thought it would be amusing to see his jester compete. He believed he was only a joker and would not be able to win the necklace.&lt;br /&gt;The court jester said, “I will ask you four questions. if you answer any of my questions correctly, then you will lose, but if all your answers are incorrect, then I will accept defeat and the king will give you anything you want."&lt;br /&gt;Then the court jester asked his first question: "Where do you come from?"&lt;br /&gt;The scholar said, I live here." This was incorrect, since he came from another kingdom. So by giving the wrong answer the scholar passed the first test.&lt;br /&gt;The jester's second question was, "How long have you been here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Three years," the scholar said, which was also incorrect. Still the court jester was unable to trick him.&lt;br /&gt;The third time the jester asked, "Our king is good, kind and generous. Do you agree?"&lt;br /&gt;The scholar said, "Your king? What you are saying is totally wrong. Your king is undivine and very unkind." So again the scholar passed the test.&lt;br /&gt;The court jester said, "It seems that I can't defeat you. How many questions have I asked so far?"&lt;br /&gt;The scholar said, "You have asked me three questions; you have one more. If I do not answer it correctly you will lose. "&lt;br /&gt;The court jester cried out, "Look! The scholar has lost. He has answered this question correctly."&lt;br /&gt;So the scholar gave his necklace to the court jester, and the jester immediately gave it to the king. The scholar's pride was totally smashed. He said, "I will never come to your kingdom to challenge anybody again."&lt;br /&gt;All the scholars were very impressed by the court jester's cleverness. They knew that they would not have been able to defeat the great scholar. The jester said, "You see, when great scholars are not alert, they lose. Had he been alert, he could have saved himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Garden of the Soulby Sri Chinmoy&lt;br /&gt;Published by Health Communications</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5079196807949675736/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/5079196807949675736" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/5079196807949675736" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/5079196807949675736" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/scholars-four-questions.html" rel="alternate" title="THE SCHOLAR'S FOUR QUESTIONS" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-1055724244335574286</id><published>2008-01-06T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:14:10.171-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="patridges eggs care noble task cosmic determination perseverance fools patience self-giving"/><title type="text">Emptying the Sea</title><content type="html">Once two partridges, a husband and wife, were going on a trip. Before they left, the wife laid some eggs near the ocean. Then the husband said to the sea, "We are going on a sea voyage. You must take care of these eggs for us. if we don't find the eggs when we return, we'll empty you."&lt;br /&gt;The sea agreed to take care of the eggs, and it kept them safe. A few days later the two partridges came back, but they couldn't find the eggs. They screamed at the sea. The sea wanted to give them the eggs, but it couldn't find them. The birds cursed the sea; they began taking out a drop of water at a time and throwing it on the land.&lt;br /&gt;"We are going to empty you," they said to the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Some little birds saw all this and they asked, "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;The partridges replied, "We are punishing the sea because it didn't keep its promise to look after our eggs."&lt;br /&gt;The little birds thought it was a noble task and they joined the partridges. After a while some big birds took up their cause. They also started taking out water drop by drop. This went on for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;One day, Garuda (a divine bird who carries the great cosmic god Lord Vishnu) came and asked, "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;The birds said, "Can't you see? We are emptying the sea. "&lt;br /&gt;Garuda said, "You fools, how long will this take? You will never be able to do it. The sea is vast, infinite."&lt;br /&gt;But the birds answered, "No, we have determination and perseverance."&lt;br /&gt;Garuda was very surprised and said, "Let me show them Compassion. I'll ask Lord Vishnu to help them. if Vishnu helps, then certainly they will be able to find their eggs. if the eggs are still in good condition, Vishnu will be able to return them. But if they are destroyed, he can do nothing for them."&lt;br /&gt;He went to Vishnu. "Vishnu, I have never seen fools like these. If you really care for fools, then will you do them a favor?" Garuda then told him the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;Vishnu said, "No, they are not fools. They are showing the spirit of patience and perseverance. This is how human beings must try to empty the ignorance-sea, drop by drop. it is what seekers must and should do. The ignorance-sea is vast. If sincere seekers want to empty it and replace it with knowledge-light, then they must do it the same way, drop by drop. I am very pleased with these birds. I will command the sea to return the eggs."&lt;br /&gt;Garuda said, "The sea wanted to give them the eggs but it misplaced them and believes they are destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;Vishnu said, "I will use my psychic power to show the sea where they are."&lt;br /&gt;He used his psychic power and the sea immediately found the eggs and returned them to the partridges. Then Vishnu said to the birds, "Perseverance, patience and self-giving all are of paramount importance to fulfill one's divine task. "</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1055724244335574286/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/1055724244335574286" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/1055724244335574286" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/1055724244335574286" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/emptying-sea.html" rel="alternate" title="Emptying the Sea" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-2571383629426685740</id><published>2008-01-06T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:37:05.147-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yogi money beg food amazed meditate concentration magic materialize emotional energy mental scene thought strong influence"/><title type="text">THE POWER OF THOUGHTS</title><content type="html">One day, a yogi and his disciple arrived to the big city. They had no money with them, but they needed food and a place to stay. The disciple was sure that they were going to beg for their food, and sleep in the park at night."There is a big park not far from here. We can sleep there at night", said the disciple. "In the open air?" Asked the yogi."Yes", responded the student.The yogi smiled and said: "No, tonight we are going to sleep in a hotel and eat there too".The student was amazed. "How?""Come and sit down", said the yogi.&lt;br /&gt;They both sat down on the ground and the yogi said:"When you focus your mind intently on any subject, it comes to pass."&lt;br /&gt;The yogi closed his eyes and started to meditate with full concentration. After about ten minutes he got up and started to walk, with his disciple following him. They walked through several streets and alleys, until they arrived to a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;"Come, let's enter inside", the yogi said to his disciple.&lt;br /&gt;They just set foot in the entrance, when a well-dressed man approached them.&lt;br /&gt;"I am the manager of this hotel. You look like traveling swamis and I believe you have no money. Would you like to work in the kitchen, and in return I'll give you food and a place to stay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Fine", responded the yogi.&lt;br /&gt;The disciple was perplexed and asked the yogi: "Did you use any magic? How did you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;The yogi smiled and said, "I wanted to show you how the power of thoughts works. When you think with full and strong concentration about something that you want to happen, and your mind does not resist the subject of your thought, your thought materializes."&lt;br /&gt;"The secret is concentrating, visualizing, seeing details, having faith and projecting mental and emotional energy into the mental scene. These are the general prerequisites. When your mind is empty from thoughts, and only one single thought is allowed to enter, it gains a very great power. One should be very careful with what he thinks. A concentrated thought is powerful, and exerts a very strong influence."&lt;br /&gt;The disciple looked at his teacher and said: "I see that I have to sharpen my concentration in order to be able to use this power."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, this is the first step", responded the yogi.</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2571383629426685740/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/2571383629426685740" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/2571383629426685740" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/2571383629426685740" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/power-of-thoughts.html" rel="alternate" title="THE POWER OF THOUGHTS" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-6545518473068126638</id><published>2008-01-03T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:10:24.293-08:00</updated><title type="text">EFFORT IS IMPORTANT BUT!!!!</title><content type="html">A giant ship engine failed. The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine. Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a young. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom. Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed!&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;"What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!" So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill." The man sent a bill that read: Tapping with a hammer...... ......... ........ $ 2.00 Knowing where to tap......... ......... ........ $ 9,998.00 \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort makes all the difference!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6545518473068126638/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/6545518473068126638" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/6545518473068126638" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/6545518473068126638" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/effort-is-important-but.html" rel="alternate" title="EFFORT IS IMPORTANT BUT!!!!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-1968363616600753149</id><published>2008-01-03T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:37:10.541-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farmer character puzzled qualifications good supply sleep"/><title type="text">When The Wind Blows--Fear Not!</title><content type="html">A young man applied for a job as a farm hand.  When the farmer asked for his qualifications, he said, "I can sleep when the wind blows."  This puzzled the farmer.  But he liked the young man and hired him.  A few days later, the farmer and his wife were awakened in the night by a violent storm.  They quickly began to check things out to see if all was secure.  They found the shutters of the farmhouse had been securely fastened.  A good supply of logs had been sat next to the fireplace.  The young man slept soundly.  The farmer and his wife then inspected their property.  They found that the farm tools had been placed in the storage shed, safe from the elements.  The tractor had been moved into the garage.  The barn was properly locked.  Even the farm animals were calm.  All was well!  The farmer then understood the meaning of the young man's words, "I can sleep when the wind blows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character as it applies to the smallest of duties brings about an inner peace as evidenced by this story!&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1968363616600753149/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/1968363616600753149" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/1968363616600753149" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/1968363616600753149" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-wind-blows-fear-not.html" rel="alternate" title="When The Wind Blows--Fear Not!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-6852041747433332950</id><published>2008-01-03T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:35:40.160-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parable mule well praying sympathized trouble saving bury shake dirt life adversities real potential benefit afraid amateurs ark professionals titanic"/><title type="text">FACE DIFFICULTIES POSITIVELY</title><content type="html">This parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule.  The mule fell into the farmer's well.  The farmer heard the mule praying or whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together, told them what had happened, and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery.&lt;br /&gt;Initially the old mule was hysterical!  But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back, a thought struck him.  It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back, HE WOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP! &lt;br /&gt;This he did, blow after blow.  "Shake it off and step up...shake it off and step up...shake it off and step up!"  He repeated to encourage himself.  No matter how painful the blows, or how distressing the situation seemed, the old mule fought panic and just kept right on SHAKING IT OFF AND STEPPING UP! &lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, stepped triumphantly over the wall of that well!  What seemed like it would bury him actually helped him . . . all because of the manner in which he handled his adversity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S LIFE!&lt;/strong&gt;  If we face our problems and respond to them positively, and refuse to give in to panic, bitterness, or self-pity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ADVERSITIES THAT COME ALONG TO BURY US USUALLY HAVE WITHIN THEM THE VERY REAL POTENTIAL TO BENEFIT US!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to try something new.  Remember that amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6852041747433332950/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/6852041747433332950" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/6852041747433332950" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/6852041747433332950" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/face-difficulties-positively.html" rel="alternate" title="FACE DIFFICULTIES POSITIVELY" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-1297839358090100138</id><published>2008-01-02T20:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:02:24.021-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="value public speech strange curious audience great cheers crumpled feeling"/><title type="text">KNOW YOUR VALUE</title><content type="html">A well-known speaker started off his public speech in a strange manner – by holding up a Rupee 1000 Note !! Holding up the Note high in the air in one of his hands, he addressed the eagerly looking curious audience, "Who would like this Rupee 1000 Note?" With great cheers almost all of them raised their hands with the shout, "I want it", "I want it" !! He said, "Oh! that's nice. Well, I am going to give this Note to one of you... But, first let me do this." Then, he crumpled the Note in his hands vigorously &amp;amp; now showed the awkwardly wrinkled 1000 Rupee Note by holding up high in his hand. He then asked, "Who still wants it?" The same hands went up in the air this time too."Well", he replied, "What if I do this?" and he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe like a mad man. It seemed he is deriving great merriment in his unusual act. He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty. It was so smudgy that no one could recognise it now as a 1000 Rupee Note. "Now who still wants it?" Strangly, now also, all the hands were up in the air with equal cheers &amp;amp; spirit.Now he addressed his audience with great feeling. "My friends," said he, "You have all learned a very valuable lesson today. No matter what I did to this valuable Rupee Note, all of you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth the same - Rs.1000/-.Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt of shame &amp;amp; insult by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come in our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. In the eyes of God, you are the same "most precious jewel of His".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"VALUE HAS A VALUE ONLY IF ITS VALUE IS VALUED !"&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1297839358090100138/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/1297839358090100138" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/1297839358090100138" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/1297839358090100138" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/know-your-value.html" rel="alternate" title="KNOW YOUR VALUE" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-3771274812085130018</id><published>2008-01-02T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:59:55.579-08:00</updated><title type="text">DONT OVERLOAD ONESELF</title><content type="html">Once upon a time a Washer man was bringing up two donkeys. Let us say Donkey-A and Donkey-B.Donkey-A felt it was very energetic and could do better than the other. It always tried to pull the washer man’s attraction over it by taking more load and walking fast in front of him. Innocent Donkey-B is normal, so it will walk normal, irrespective of the waterman’s presence. After a period of time, Washer man started pressurizing Donkey-B to be like Donkey-A. But Donkey-B unable to walk fast, got continuous punishment from washer man. It was crying and told personally to Donkey-A "Dear friend, only we two are here, why to compete with each other....we can carry equal load at normalspeed ". That made Donkey-A all the more energetic and next day it told to washer man that it can carry more load and even it can run fast also.Obviously happier washer man looked at Donkey-B.., his BP raised and he started kicking Donkey-B. Next day with smile, Donkey-A carried more load and started running fast. But it was breathtaking for Donkey-B and it couldn't act that way....But the washer man was frustrated, so he harassed Donkey-B terribly, and finally it fell down hopelessly.Then Donkey-A felt itself as a supreme and happily started carrying more load with great speed. But now the Load of the Donkey-B is also being carried by Donkey-A., and still it has to run fast. For some period it did, finally due to fatigue it got tired and started feeling the pain. But washer man expected more from Donkey-A. It also tried best, but couldn't cope up with his owners demand. The Washer man got angry with Donkey-A also and started harassing to take more load... Donkey-A was crying for long time and then tried its best... But it couldn't meet the owner's satisfaction. Finally the day came when due to frustration the washer man killed Donkey-A and went for searching some other Donkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an endless story....... ...But the moral of the Story in Corporate and social life is......,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Think all colleagues are same and that everyone is capable.... Always Share the Load equally..... Don't ever act smart in front of your Boss and never try for getting over-credit...."&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3771274812085130018/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/3771274812085130018" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/3771274812085130018" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/3771274812085130018" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-overload-oneself.html" rel="alternate" title="DONT OVERLOAD ONESELF" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-6665099278228050571</id><published>2008-01-02T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:24:50.797-08:00</updated><title type="text">A LITTLE DOG'S ANGEL</title><content type="html">High up in the courts of heaven today&lt;br /&gt;a little dog angel waits;&lt;br /&gt;with the other angels he will not play,&lt;br /&gt;but he sits alone at the gates.&lt;br /&gt;"For I know my master will come" says he,&lt;br /&gt;"and when he comes he will call for me.&lt;br /&gt;"The other angels pass him by&lt;br /&gt;As they hurry toward the throne,&lt;br /&gt;And he watches them with a wistful eyeas he sits at the gates alone.&lt;br /&gt;"But I know if I just wait patientlythat someday my master will call for me.&lt;br /&gt;"And his master, down on earth below,&lt;br /&gt;as he sits in his easy chair,forgets sometimes,&lt;br /&gt; and whispers lowto the dog who is not there.&lt;br /&gt;And the little dog angel cocks his earsand dreams that his master's voice he hears.&lt;br /&gt;And when at last his master waitsoutside in the dark and cold,&lt;br /&gt;for the hand of death to open the door,&lt;br /&gt;that leads to those courts of gold,&lt;br /&gt;he will hear a sound through the gathering dark,&lt;br /&gt;a little dog angel's bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Noah M. Holland</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6665099278228050571/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/6665099278228050571" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/6665099278228050571" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/6665099278228050571" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-dogs-angel.html" rel="alternate" title="A LITTLE DOG'S ANGEL" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-6159068031346879777</id><published>2008-01-02T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:20:44.090-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby happy mother perfect appearance real love real treasure handsome tragedy genius"/><title type="text">A GIFT OF LOVE</title><content type="html">"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy ... called me a freak." He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. "But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart. The boy's father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? "I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured," the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by. Then, "You are going to the hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret," said the father. The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs. Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. "But I must know!" He urged his father, "Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him." "I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement was that you are not to know ... not yet." The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come ... one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother had no outer ears. "Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," he whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought Mother less beautiful, did they?" Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what that can be seen, but what that cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Unknown</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6159068031346879777/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/6159068031346879777" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/6159068031346879777" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/6159068031346879777" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/gift-of-love.html" rel="alternate" title="A GIFT OF LOVE" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-8037382070592630174</id><published>2008-01-02T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:08:08.474-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goose truth share common travelling pays hard jobs help great accomplished"/><title type="text">Do We Have As Much Sense As A Goose?</title><content type="html">On the premise that by observing God's hand in nature, we can gain some basic truths for ourselves:&lt;br /&gt;This fall when you see geese heading back south for the winter flying in a "V" formation, you might be interested in knowing what scientists have discovered about why they fly that way.  It has been learned that as each bird flaps its wings, it creates an uplift for the bird immediately following.&lt;br /&gt;By flying in a "V" formation, the whole flock adds at least 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew on its own.&lt;br /&gt;BASIC TRUTH #1 -- PEOPLE WHO SHARE A COMMON DIRECTION AND SENSE OF COMMUNITY CAN GET WHERE THEY WANT TO GO QUICKER AND EASIER BY TRAVELING ON THE TRUST OF ONE ANOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;When the lead goose gets tired, he rotates back in the wing and another goose flies point.&lt;br /&gt;BASIC TRUTH #2 -- IT PAYS TO TAKE TURNS DOING HARD JOBS.&lt;br /&gt;The geese honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.&lt;br /&gt;BASIC TRUTH #3 -- IF WE WANT HELP FROM THOSE OUT IN FRONT OF US, WE WILL ENCOURAGE THEM TO KEEP DOING A GOOD JOB.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when a goose gets sick, or is wounded by gun shot and falls out, two gees fall out of formation and follow him down to protect him.  They stay with him until he is either able to fly or until he is dead, and then they launch out with another formation.&lt;br /&gt;BASIC TRUTH #4 -- GREAT THINGS CAN BE ACCOMPLISHED WHEN WE WORK WITH AND HELP ONE ANOTHER.</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8037382070592630174/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/8037382070592630174" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/8037382070592630174" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/8037382070592630174" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-we-have-as-much-sense-as-goose.html" rel="alternate" title="Do We Have As Much Sense As A Goose?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-8048357547921244243</id><published>2008-01-02T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:13:06.456-08:00</updated><title type="text">GIVE TIME TO UR FAMILY</title><content type="html">The Story goes like this..............It's a lovely story of mother. Just read through tillthe end and let the things seep through your skin and you feel everymoment of the experience.After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to takeanother woman outto dinner and a movie.She said, "I love you, but Iknow this otherwoman loves you and would love to spend some time withyou."The other woman that my wife wanted me to visitwas my MOTHER, whohas been a widow for 19 years, but the demandsof my work andmy three children had made it possible to visit heronly occasionally.That night I called to invite her to go outfor dinner and amovie."What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My motheris the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or asurprise invitationis a sign of bad news."I thought that it wouldbe pleasant tospend some time with you," I responded."Just the two of us." She thought about it for amoment, and thensaid, "I would like that very much."That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was abit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticedthat she, too,seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited inthe door with hercoat on. She had curled her hair and was wearingthe dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiledfrom a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "Itold my friendsthat I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,"she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about ourmeeting."We went to a restaurant that, although notelegant, was very niceand cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were theFirst Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes couldonly read largeprint.Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sittingthere staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on herlips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you weresmall," she said."Then it's time that you relax and let me return thefavor," I responded.During the dinner, we had an agreeableconversation -nothing extraordinary but catching up on recentevents of each other's life.We talked so much that we missed the movie.As we arrived at herhouse later, she said, "I'll go out with youagain, but only ifyou let me invite you." I agreed."How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when Igot home. "Verynice. Much more so than I could have imagined," Ianswered.A few days later, my mother died of a massiveheart attack. Ithappened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anythingfor her.Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurantreceipt from the same place mother and I had dined.An attachednote said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn'tsure that I could be there;but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one foryou and the otherfor your wife. You will never know what that nightmeant for me.I love you, son."At that moment, I understood the importance of sayingin time:"I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time thatthey deserve.Nothing in life is more important than your family.Give them the time they deserve, because these thingscannot beput off till "some other time."</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8048357547921244243/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/8048357547921244243" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/8048357547921244243" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/8048357547921244243" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/give-time-to-ur-family.html" rel="alternate" title="GIVE TIME TO UR FAMILY" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-5504600497945173488</id><published>2008-01-02T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:05:38.377-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love smiled parents sign language studies mariiage"/><title type="text">SILENT LOVE STORY</title><content type="html">From the very beginning, the girl'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's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"As the guy is not good with his words, this often causes the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endures it in silence.After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'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'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leaves, they got engaged.The girl 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's hard, but both never thought of giving up.One day, while the girl 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 crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice.The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry, it's still just silence cry that companied her. 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 of phone calls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying.The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy. With a new environment, the girl 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's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she opened the letter, she saw her name in it instead.When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.</content><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5504600497945173488/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1447661314172447992/5504600497945173488" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/5504600497945173488" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447661314172447992/posts/default/5504600497945173488" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://storyforsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/silent-love-story.html" rel="alternate" title="SILENT LOVE STORY" type="text/html"/><author><name>Smrithi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270129179596531418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmbYMgkWqJIfDyaOBQi7AJYArSuwFgKuT0-eKhcH8T4jrNFgJOR6PKJ-0SOebc5Wns0iW4TAO_18jog3dlGcd8oim_WwiwDu8FmjAsS9nululj3qM5Qagp9KMFcAJ8g/s220/untitled.bmp" width="24"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447661314172447992.post-7648553993491449447</id><published>2008-01-02T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:59:06.305-08:00</updated><title type="text">GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL</title><content type="html">The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that that lit up her entire being.She said, "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze."Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel.""No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age."I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.After class we walked to the student union building and share a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. "You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dean and don't even know it!""There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change.""Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose. She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. 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