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    “The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.”

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    The one, who always believes others and lives, won’t ever win in life.

    Failure is the road to success. Without facing failure none can overcome success. The one who wants to win, the one who wants to succeed in life, should once in his or her lifetime face a failure. There is no one who has not failed.

    Everyone knows that if they want to succeed or win should work hard in life. But when there are adversities and they have to face problems they won’t be having the willingness and determination to face them or fight them out, then they stretch their arms out for help from other people, like this the one who always seeks the help of other people to overcome adversities and problems will never be able to live a successful life and be a winner.

    When we are born we come alone, even in death we are alone. When we are born God does not promise us anything, nor does he have assured each of us that after being born in our lives has he told that he will send someone to take care of us and our problems that we face in life. Inspite of knowing this, whenever we face problems, we scold God. We begin to assume that for all the problems that we face he himself is responsible i.e. God himself is responsible for the problems that we are facing. I am helpless, I don’t have anyone with me, it’s over, this is it, can’t take this anymore are the thoughts we get. But for the opportunities that we have missed, we never think that the best is yet to come. We think that this is final, this is it and it can’t go anywhere better than this and lose all heart and hope.

    We tend to think that we are the only one’s in the world who are facing problems, and that all the problems in the world exist only in our lives, but we tend to overlook many a people’s lives who lead a much bitter life than us.

    Look at the ants the one’s who never sleep, the most hardworking of us all, no matter how many times we cross their path; they get back on track within a few seconds. We are not as helpless as ant’s right? Inspite of being enormously intelligent and having more capacity than ants, we still sit like a rock when problems come in our lives.

    In the book called as life, we cannot assume just by reading the first two pages that entire book is filled with same story. But when we read that book assuming that there will be much more pleasant things to read in the further pages will make reading a pleasure. If we sit down thinking and get deterred with life’s silly little failures, we will never be able to win in life. But if we think and believe that the one who has failed can only win, we can come up in life, we can win in life and be successful in life. The lessons we learn after a failure and implement them tomorrow only will help us all become winners.

    The one who has failed can only win !!!

    Wishing you all a very Happy Weekend !!!

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    The one, who always believes others and lives, won’t ever win in life.

    Failure is the road to success. Without facing failure none can overcome success. The one who wants to win, the one who wants to succeed in life, should once in his or her lifetime face a failure. There is no one who has not failed.

    Everyone knows that if they want to succeed or win should work hard in life. But when there are adversities and they have to face problems they won’t be having the willingness and determination to face them or fight them out, then they stretch their arms out for help from other people, like this the one who always seeks the help of other people to overcome adversities and problems will never be able to live a successful life and be a winner.

    When we are born we come alone, even in death we are alone. When we are born God does not promise us anything, nor does he have assured each of us that after being born in our lives has he told that he will send someone to take care of us and our problems that we face in life. Inspite of knowing this, whenever we face problems, we scold God. We begin to assume that for all the problems that we face he himself is responsible i.e. God himself is responsible for the problems that we are facing. I am helpless, I don’t have anyone with me, it’s over, this is it, can’t take this anymore are the thoughts we get. But for the opportunities that we have missed, we never think that the best is yet to come. We think that this is final, this is it and it can’t go anywhere better than this and lose all heart and hope.

    We tend to think that we are the only one’s in the world who are facing problems, and that all the problems in the world exist only in our lives, but we tend to overlook many a people’s lives who lead a much bitter life than us.

    Look at the ants the one’s who never sleep, the most hardworking of us all, no matter how many times we cross their path; they get back on track within a few seconds. We are not as helpless as ant’s right? Inspite of being enormously intelligent and having more capacity than ants, we still sit like a rock when problems come in our lives.

    In the book called as life, we cannot assume just by reading the first two pages that entire book is filled with same story. But when we read that book assuming that there will be much more pleasant things to read in the further pages will make reading a pleasure. If we sit down thinking and get deterred with life’s silly little failures, we will never be able to win in life. But if we think and believe that the one who has failed can only win, we can come up in life, we can win in life and be successful in life. The lessons we learn after a failure and implement them tomorrow only will help us all become winners.

    The one who has failed can only win !!!

    Wishing you all a very Happy Weekend !!!

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    Testing for Gossip

    In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said, “Do you know what I just heard about your friend?”


    “Hold on a minute”, Socrates replied. “Before telling me anything I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”


    “Triple filter?”


    “That’s right”, Socrates continued. “Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you’re going to say. That’s why I call it the triple filter test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”


    “No,” the man said, “Actually I just heard about it and …”


    “All right”, said Socrates. “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?”


    “No, on the contrary.”


    “So”, Socrates continued, “you want to tell me something bad about him, but you’re not certain it’s true. You may still pass the test though, because there’s one filter left: The filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?”


    “No, not really.”


    “Well”, concluded Socrates, “if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?”

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    Coffee on the wall




    I sat with my friend in a well-known coffee shop in a neighboring town of Venice, Italy, the city of lights and water.


    As we enjoyed our coffee, a man entered and sat at an empty table beside us. He called the waiter and placed his order saying, “Two cups of coffee, one of them there on the wall.”


    We heard this order with rather interest and observed that he was served with one cup of coffee but he paid for two.


    When he left, the waiter put a piece of paper on the wall saying “A Cup of Coffee”.


    While we were still there, two other men entered and ordered three cups of coffee, two on the table and one on the wall. They had two cups of coffee but paid for three and left. This time also, the waiter did the same; he put a piece of paper on the wall saying, “A Cup of Coffee”.


    It was something unique and perplexing for us. We finished our coffee, paid the bill and left.


    After a few days, we had a chance to go to this coffee shop again. While we were enjoying our coffee, a man poorly dressed entered. As he seated himself, he looked at the wall and said, “One cup of coffee from the wall.”


    The waiter served coffee to this man with the customary respect and dignity. The man had his coffee and left without paying.


    We were amazed to watch all this, as the waiter took off a piece of paper from the wall and threw it in the trash bin.


    Now it was no surprise for us – the matter was very clear. The great respect for the needy shown by the inhabitants of this town made our eyes well up in tears.


    Ponder upon the need of what this man wanted. He enters the coffee shop without having to lower his self-esteem… he has no need to ask for a free cup of coffee… without asking or knowing about the one who is giving this cup of coffee to him… he only looked at the wall, placed an order for himself, enjoyed his coffee and left.


    A truly beautiful thought. Probably the most beautiful wall you may ever see anywhere!

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    When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
    Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
    One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in magazines for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.




    CRANKY OLD MAN


    What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
    What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
    A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
    Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
    Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
    When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
    Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
    And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
    Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
    With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
    Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
    Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
    I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
    As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
    I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
    Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
    A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
    Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
    A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
    Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
    At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
    Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
    A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
    Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
    At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
    But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
    At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
    Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
    Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
    I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
    For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
    And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
    I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
    It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
    The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
    There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
    But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
    And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
    I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
    And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
    I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
    And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
    So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
    Not a cranky old man .
    Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!




    Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ... We will all, one day, be there, too!
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    THE LITTLE WAVE


    The story is abut a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time.


    He’s enjoying the wind and the fresh air – until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore. “My God, this terrible”, the wave says. “Look what’s going to happen to me!”


    Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him: “Why do you look so sad?”


    The first wave says: “You don’t understand! We’re all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn’t it terrible?”


    The second wave says: “No, you don’t understand. You’re not a wave, you’re part of the ocean.”

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    Once a group of 50 people was attending a seminar.


    Suddenly the speaker stopped and started giving each person a balloon. Each one was asked to write his/her name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.


    Now these delegates were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within 5 minutes.


    Everyone was frantically searching for their name, pushing, colliding with each other, and there was utter chaos.


    At the end of 5 minutes, no one could find their own balloon.


    Now each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it. Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.


    The speaker began: This is exactly happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is. Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness, you will get your own happiness.


    And this is the purpose of human life.


    Now that's Finding Happiness !!


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    The three races


    In old times, fable retells the story of the young athletic boy hungry for success, for whom winning was everything and success was measured by such a result.


    One day, the boy was preparing himself for a running competition in his small native village, himself and two other young boys to compete. A large crowd had congregated to witness the sporting spectacle and a wise old man, upon hearing of the little boy, had travelled far to bear witness also.


    The race commenced, looking like a level heat at the finishing line, but sure enough the boy dug deep and called on his determination, strength and power… he took the winning line and was first. The crowd was ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remained still and calm, expressing no sentiment. The little boy, however, felt proud and important.


    A second race was called, and two new young, fit, challengers came forward, to run with the little boy. The race was started and sure enough the little boy came through and finished first once again. The crowd was ecstatic again and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remained still and calm, again expressing no sentiment. The little boy, however, felt proud and important.


    “Another race, another race!” – pleaded the little boy.


    The wise old man stepped forward and presented the little boy with two new challengers, an elderly frail lady and a blind man. “What is this?” – quizzed the little boy. “This is no race.” – he exclaimed.


    “Race!” – said the wise man. The race was started and the boy was the only finisher, the other two challengers left standing at the starting line. The little boy was ecstatic, he raised his arms in delight. The crowd, however, was silent showing no sentiment toward the little boy.


    “What has happened? Why don’t the people join in my success?” – he asked the wise old man.


    “Race again”, replied the wise man, “this time, finish together, all three of you, finish together.” – continued the wise man.


    The little boy thought a little, stood in the middle of the blind man and the frail old lady, and then took the two challengers by the hand. The race began and the little boy walked slowly, ever so slowly, to the finishing line and crossed it. The crowd were ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man smiled, gently nodding his head. The little boy felt proud and important.


    “Old man, I don’t understand! Who are the crowd cheering for? Which one of us three?” – asked the little boy.


    The wise old man looked into the little boy’s eyes, placing his hands on the boy’s shoulders, and replied softly, “Little boy, for this race you have won much more than in any race you have ever ran before, and for this race the crowd cheer not for any winner!”

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    Once there was a king who received a gift of two magnificent falcons. They were peregrine falcons, the most beautiful birds he had ever seen. He gave the precious birds to his head falconer to be trained.


    Months passed, and one day the head falconer informed the king that though one of the falcons was flying majestically, soaring high in the sky, the other bird had not moved from its branch since the day it had arrived.


    The king summoned healers and sorcerers from all the land to tend to the falcon, but no one could make the bird fly.


    He presented the task to the member of his court, but the next day, the king saw through the palace window that the bird had still not moved from its perch.


    Having tried everything else, the king thought to himself, “May be I need someone more familiar with the countryside to understand the nature of this problem.” So he cried out to his court, “Go and get a farmer.”


    In the morning, the king was thrilled to see the falcon soaring high above the palace gardens. He said to his court, “Bring me the doer of this miracle.”


    The court quickly located the farmer, who came and stood before the king. The king asked him, “How did you make the falcon fly?”


    With his head bowed, the farmer said to the king, “It was very easy, your highness. I simply cut the branch where the bird was sitting.”


    We are all made to fly — to realize our incredible potential as human beings. But at times we sit on our branches, clinging to the things that are familiar to us. The possibilities are endless, but for most of us, they remain undiscovered. We conform to the familiar, the comfortable, and the mundane. So for the most part, our lives are mediocre instead of exciting, thrilling and fulfilling. Let us learn to destroy the branch of fear we cling to and free ourselves to the glory of flight!

    HAVE A FANTASTIC WEEK AHEAD

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    It was an unusually busy day for the hospital staff on the sixth floor. Ten new patients were admitted and Nurse Susan spent the morning and afternoon checking them in.


    Her friend Sharron, an aide, prepared ten rooms for the patients and made sure they were comfortable. After they were finished she grabbed Sharron and said, “We deserve a break. Let’s go eat.”


    Sitting across from each other in the noisy cafeteria, Susan noticed Sharron absently wiping the moisture off the outside of her glass with her thumbs. Her face reflected a weariness that came from more than just a busy day.


    “You’re pretty quiet. Are you tired, or is something wrong?” – Susan asked.


    Sharron hesitated. However, seeing the sincere concern in her friend’s face, she confessed, “I can’t do this the rest of my life, Susan. I have to find a higher-paying job to provide for my family. We barely get by. If it weren’t for my parents keeping my kids, well, we wouldn’t make it.”


    Susan noticed the bruises on Sharron’s wrists peeking out from under her jacket.


    “What about your husband?”


    “We can’t count on him. He can’t seem to hold a job. He’s got . . . problems.”


    “Sharron, you’re so good with patients, and you love working here. Why don’t you go to school and become a nurse? There’s financial help available, and I’m sure your parents would agree to keep the kids while you are in class.”


    “It’s too late for me, Susan; I’m too old for school. I’ve always wanted to be a nurse, that’s why I took this job as an aide; at least I get to care for patients.”


    “How old are you?” – Susan asked.


    “Let’s just say I’m thirty-something.”


    Susan pointed at the bruises on Sharron’s wrists. “I’m familiar with ‘problems’ like these. Honey, it’s never too late to become what you’ve dreamed of. Let me tell you how I know.”


    Susan began sharing a part of her life few knew about. It was something she normally didn’t talk about, only when it helped someone else.


    “I first married when I was thirteen years old and in the eighth grade.”


    Sharron gasped.


    “My husband was twenty-two. I had no idea he was violently abusive. We were married six years and I had three sons. One night my husband beat me so savagely he knocked out all my front teeth. I grabbed the boys and left.


    “At the divorce settlement, the judge gave our sons to my husband because I was only nineteen and he felt I couldn’t provide for them. The shock of him taking my babies left me gasping for air. To make things worse, my ex took the boys and moved, cutting all contact I had with them.


    “Just like the judge predicted, I struggled to make ends meet. I found work as a waitress, working for tips only. Many days my meals consisted of milk and crackers. The most difficult thing was the emptiness in my soul. I lived in a tiny one-room apartment and the loneliness would overwhelm me. I longed to play with my babies and hear them laugh.”


    She paused. Even after four decades, the memory was still painful. Sharron’s eyes filled with tears as she reached out to comfort Susan. Now it didn’t matter if the bruises showed.


    Susan continued, “I soon discovered that waitresses with grim faces didn’t get tips, so I hid behind a smiling mask and pressed on. I remarried and had a daughter. She became my reason for living, until she went to college.


    “Then I was back where I started, not knowing what to do with myself – until the day my mother had surgery. I watched the nurses care for her and thought: I can do that. The problem was, I only had an eighth-grade education. Going back to high school seemed like a huge mountain to conquer. I decided to take small steps toward my goal. The first step was to get my GED. My daughter used to laugh at how our roles reversed. Now I was burning the midnight oil and asking her questions.”


    Susan paused and looked directly in Sharron’s eyes. “I received my diploma when I was forty-six years old.”


    Tears streamed down Sharron’s cheeks. Here was someone offering the key that might unlock the door in her dark life.


    “The next step was to enroll in nursing school. For two long years I studied, cried and tried to quit. But my family wouldn’t let me. I remember calling my daughter and yelling, ‘Do you realize how many bones are in the human body, and I have to know them all! I can’t do this, I’m forty-six years old!’ But I did. Sharron, I can’t tell you how wonderful it felt when I received my cap and pin.”


    Sharron’s lunch was cold, and the ice had melted in her tea by the time Susan finished talking. Reaching across the table and taking Sharron’s hands, Susan said, “You don’t have to put up with abuse. Don’t be a victim – take charge. You will be an excellent nurse. We will climb this mountain together.”


    Sharron wiped her mascara-stained face with her napkin. “I had no idea you suffered so much pain. You seem like someone who has always had it together.”


    “I guess I’ve developed an appreciation for the hardships of my life,” Susan answered. “If I use them to help others, then I really haven’t lost a thing. Sharron, promise me that you will go to school and become a nurse. Then help others by sharing your experiences.”


    Sharron promised. In a few years she became a registered nurse and worked alongside her friend until Susan retired. Sharron never forgot her colleague or the rest of her promise.


    Now Sharron sits across the table taking the hands of those who are bruised in body and soul, telling them, “It’s never too late. We will climb this mountain together.”

    Happy weekend !!!


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    Ram received an automobile from his brother as Birthday present.


    One day when Ram came out of his office, he saw a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it.


    “Is this your car?” – He asked.


    Ram nodded, “My brother presented me on my birthday.”


    The boy was astounded. “You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn’t cost you nothing? Boy, I wish…” – He hesitated.


    Of course Ram knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like his brother but what the lad said jarred Ram all the way down to his heels.


    “I wish,” the boy went on, “that I could be a brother like that.”


    Ram looked at the boy in astonishment, and then impulsively he added, “Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?”


    “Oh yes, I’d love that.”


    After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, “Would you mind driving in front of my house?”


    Ram smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile.


    But Ram was wrong again.


    “Will you stop where those two steps are?” The boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Ram heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car.


    “There he is, brother. Like I told you upstairs, his brother gave it to him and it didn’t cost him a penny. Some day I’m going to give you one just like it then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the shop windows that I’ve been trying to tell you about.”


    Ram got out and lifted the crippled boy to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable ride.


    Thats brotherhood aint it?

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