The Woman In Your Life!!!

To all the guys who read this…..please read it completely and understand…………..

To all the girls who read this……….. An excellent forward……please read completely..... and forward to the boys you know……….

This is a beautiful article:

The woman in your life...

very well expressed...

Tomorrow you may get a working woman,

but you should marry her with these facts as well.

Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;

Who is earning almost as much as you do;

One, who has dreams and aspirations

just as you have because she is as human as you are;

One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life

just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy

in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls

for their culinary achievements

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as
much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people

who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways

and even your family ,name

One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1

while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances,

environment and that kitchen

One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and

cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are,

maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain;

to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to;

and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her;

and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it

if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;

One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys

and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from

school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners

to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition

and your inherent insecurities;

Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can,

but won't, simply Because you won't like it,

even though you say otherwise

One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines,

just like yours, are to be met;

One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this

most important, relationship in her entire life a grand success,

if you just help her some and trust her;

One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one

she knows in your entire house

- your unstinted support, your sensitivities and

most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.

But not many guys understand this......

Please appreciate "HER" I hope you will do.... Respect Her.

Forward this to as many women as possible... they'll love you for it!
Forward this to as many men as you can so that they'll know why women are so special :-)

Miracles Do Happen!!!

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully.. Three times, even The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! 'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question. 'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's really, really sick....and I want to buy a miracle.' 'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist. 'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now So how much does a miracle cost?' 'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little.

'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me ho w much it costs.' The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?' ' I don't know,' Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.' 'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago 'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audibly. 'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.. ''Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. ' He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need.' That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. 'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?' Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child. In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you!A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me. Today I pass the friendship ball to you. Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.
MY OATH TO YOU...

When you are sad.....I will dry your tears.
When you are scared......I will comfort your fears.
When you are worried.....I will give you hope.
When you are confused......I will help you cope.
And when you are lost....And can't see the light, I shall be your beacon....
Shining ever so bright.
This is my oath.....I pledge till the end.
Why you may ask?....Because you're my friend.

believe in yourself...!!!

The business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out.
Creditors were closing in on him. Suppliers were demanding payment. He sat on the park bench, head in hands, wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy.
Suddenly an old man appeared before him.
"I can see that something is troubling you," he said.
After listening to the executive's woes, the old man said, "I believe I can help you."
He asked the man his name, wrote out a check, and pushed it into his hand saying, "Take this money. Meet me here exactly one year from today, and you can pay me back at that time."
Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come.
The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500,000, signed by John D. Rockefeller, then one of the richest men in the world!
"I can erase my money worries in an instant!" he realized. But instead, the executive decided to put the uncashed check in his safe. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to work out a way to save his business, he thought.
With renewed optimism, he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. He closed several big sales. Within a few months, he was out of debt and making money once again.
Exactly one year later, he returned to the park with the uncashed check. At the agreed-upon time, the old man appeared. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story, a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man.
"I'm so glad I caught him!" she cried. "I hope he hasn't been bothering you.
He's always escaping from the rest home and telling people he's John D.Rockefeller."
And she led the old man away by the arm.
The astonished executive just stood there, stunned. All year long he'd been wheeling and dealing, buying and selling, convinced he had half a million dollars behind him.
Suddenly, he realized that it wasn't the money, real or imagined, that had turned his life around. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after.

Acres of Diamonds

One of the most interesting Americans who lived in the 19th century was a man by the name of Russell Herman Conwell. He was born in 1843 and lived until 1925. He was a lawyer for about fifteen years until he became a clergyman. One day, a young man went to him and told him he wanted a college education but couldn't swing it financially. Dr. Conwell decided, at that moment, what his aim in life was, besides being a man of cloth - that is. He decided to build a university for unfortunate, but deserving, students. He did have a challenge, however. He would need a few million dollars to build the university. For Dr. Conwell, and anyone with real purpose in life, nothing could stand in the way of his goal. Several years before this incident, Dr. Conwell was tremendously intrigued by a true story - with its ageless moral.

The story was about a farmer who lived in Africa and through a visitor became tremendously excited about looking for diamonds. Diamonds were already discovered in abundance on the African continent and this farmer got so excited about the idea of millions of dollars worth of diamonds that he sold his farm to head out to the diamond line. He wandered all over the continent, as the years slipped by, constantly searching for diamonds, wealth, which he never found. Eventually he went completely broke and threw himself into a river and drowned. Meanwhile, the new owner of his farm picked up an unusual looking rock about the size of a country egg and put it on his mantle as a sort of curiosity. A visitor stopped by and in viewing the rock practically went into terminal convulsions. He told the new owner of the farm that the funny looking rock on his mantle was about the biggest diamond that had ever been found. The new owner of the farm said, "Heck, the whole farm is covered with them" -and sure enough it was.

The farm turned out to be the Kimberly Diamond Mine. The richest the world has ever known. The original farmer was literally standing on "Acres of Diamonds" until he sold his farm. Dr. Conwell learned from the story of the farmer and continued to teach it's moral. Each of us is right in the middle of our own "Acre of Diamonds", if only we would realize it and develop the ground we are standing on before charging off in search of greener pastures. Dr. Conwell told this story many times and attracted enormous audiences. He told the story long enough to have raised the money to start the college for underprivileged deserving students. In fact, he raised nearly six million dollars and the university he founded, Temple University in Philadelphia, has at least ten degree-granting colleges and six other schools.When Doctor Russell H. Conwell talked about each of us being right on our own "Acre of Diamonds", he meant it. This story does not get old, .it will be true forever. Opportunity does not just come along - it is there all the time - we just have to see it.

The Farmer and the Donkey!!

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well.
The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.
Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway;
it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.
They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.
At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly.
Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw.
With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.
He would shake it off and take a step up.


As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,
he would shake it off and take a step up.
Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey
stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!MORAL :
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.
The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up.
Each of our troubles is a stepping stone.
We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happens.

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less from people but more from God.

An Invitation

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."
"Is the man of the house home?", they asked. "No", she said. "He's out." "Then we cannot come in", they replied.
In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. "Go tell them I am home and invite them in!" The woman went out and invited the men in. "We do not go into a House together," they replied. "Why is that?" she wanted to know.
One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."
The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"
His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?" Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"
"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife. "Go out and invite Love to be our guest."
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."
Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"
The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, Wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"

OUR WISH FOR YOU...

Where there is pain,

we wish you peace and mercy.
Where there is self-doubting,

we wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through them.

Where there is tiredness or exhaustion,

we wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.
Where there is fear,

we wish you love, and courage.

Peace to you

Naughty mind....High expectations

It was professor smith's first day at St. Johns medical college as a faculty. Known for his teaching excellence, he made his entry into a classroom of 1st year medical students, where he received a warm welcome from the students, followed by their intro.

To start with, he planned to put forth a question to the class. He said, "Well students, before we start off with today's lecture, let me ask you a simple question on human anatomy".
He gazed across the classroom, spotted a female student Suzie, and said, "Tell me Suzie, which part of the human body grows 10 times its original size when excited?"

Hearing this question, Suzie's face grew pale in embarrassment, she replied:" you should be ashamed to ask such a question to a female. I am sorry, but I can't answer your, this question".
Thwarted by the girl's reply, professor smith rolled on his sight around the classroom afresh, to find out if there was anyone else who could satisfy his query.

This time he located a male student Henry, who had already raised his hand in affirmation to answer the question, and allowed the lad to go ahead.
Henry answered: "pupil of a human eye".
The professor applauded for the boy's accurate answer; then turned back to Suzie and said: "look, Suzie, I am sorry but, I must tell you a couple of things:

(1) You lack knowledge

(2) you have a dirty mind and

(3) Your Expectations are too high !!!!!!!(10 times....... ...huh... ...MY GOD !!)

One day I decided.....

One day I decided to quit...
I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.
I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.
"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me...
"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied.
When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.
I gave them light. I gave them water.
The fern quickly grew from the earth.
Its brilliant green covered the floor.
Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo.
In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.
And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.
"In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. "I would not quit." He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.
Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant... But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.
It had spent the five years growing roots.
Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."
He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots."
"I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you. " Don't compare yourself to others .." He said. " The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern ... Yet, they both make the forest beautiful."
Your time will come, " God said to me. " You will rise high! " How high should I rise?" I asked.
How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.
"As high as it can? " I questioned.
" Yes. " He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can. "
I left the forest and bring back this story.
I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.
He will never give up on you.
Never regret a day in your life.
Good days give you happiness
Bad days give you experiences;
Both are essential to life.
A happy and meaningful life requires our continuous input and creativity. It does not happen by chance. It happens because of our choices and actions. And each day we are given new opportunities to choose and act and, in doing so, we create our own unique journey." Keep going...
Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrows keep you Human,
Failures keep you humble,
Success keeps You Glowing,
but Only God keeps You Going!

WHAT IS ONE DEGREE?

WHAT IS ONE DEGREE?
I just came across this stuff and the moment it finished, I knew one thing:
I had to share this with YOU.
At 211 degrees Farenheit, water is hot.
At 212 degrees Farenheit, it boils.
And with boiling water, comes steam.
And steam can power a locomotive.
One extra degree...
makes all the difference.
And, the one extra degree of effort
in business and in life... separates the good from the great.
Just think about it? Are you putting that ONE extra degree of effort? Are you walking that ONE extra mile?
From job hunting to customer satisfaction, from performance at work to being a family member,
in work, as in relations, its that tiny little bit extra that makes a huge difference.

The Wallet!!

Beautiful Story with a Happy Ending.....

As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had
lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some
identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only
three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there
for years.

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the
return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then
I saw the dateline; 1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years
ago.

It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue
stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a 'Dear
John' letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael,
that the writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it.

Even so, she wrote that she would always love him. It was signed, Hannah.

It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name
Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,
the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

'Operator,' I began, 'this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the
owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is
a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?'

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment
then said, 'Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give
you the number.' She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number,
explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I
waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. 'I have a party who
will speak with you.'

I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the
name of Hannah. She gasped, 'Oh! We bought this house from a family who had
a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!'

'Would you know where that family could be located now?' I asked.

'I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some
years ago,' the woman said. 'Maybe if you got in touch with them they might
be able to track down the daughter.'

She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They
told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a
phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living. I thanked
them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was
now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such
a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars
and a letter that was almost 60 years old? Nevertheless, I called the
nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who
answered the phone told me, 'Yes, Hannah is staying with us.'

Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see
her. 'Well,' he said hesitatingly, 'if you want to take a chance, she might
be in the day room watching television.' I thanked him and drove over to the
nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up
to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse
introduced me to Hannah. She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a
warm smile and a twinkle in her eye.

I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The
second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left,
she took a deep breath and said, 'Young man, this letter was the last
contact I ever had with Michael.'

She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then, said softly, 'I
loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was
too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.'

'Yes,' she continued. 'Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you
should find him, tell him I think of him often. And,' she hesitated for a
moment, almost biting her lip, 'tell him I still love him. You know,' she
said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, 'I never did marry. I
guess no one ever matched up to Michael...'

I thanked Hannah and said good-bye. I took the elevator to the first
floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, 'Was the old lady
able to help you?'

I told him she had given me a lead. 'At least I have a last name. But I
think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to
find the owner of this wallet.'

I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with
red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, 'Hey, wait a minute!
That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that right red
lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at
least three times.'

'Who's Mr. Goldstein?' I asked as my hand began to shake. 'He's one of
the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He
must have lost it on one of his walks.'

I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told
her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I
prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.

On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, 'I think he's still in the
day room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man..' We went to

the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The
nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein
looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, 'Oh, it
is missing!'

'This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be
yours?' I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he
smiled with relief and said, 'Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my
pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.' 'No, thank you,' I
said. 'But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of
finding out who owned the wallet.' The smile on his face suddenly
disappeared. 'You read that letter?'

'Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is.'

He suddenly grew pale. 'Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is
she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me,' he begged.

'She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her.' I said softly.

The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, 'Could you tell me where
she is? I want to call her tomorrow.' He grabbed my hand and said, 'You know

something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter
came, my life lite rally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved
her. '

'Mr. Goldstein,' I said, 'come with me.'

We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened
and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where
Hannah was sitting alone watching the television.

The nurse walked over to her. 'Hannah,' she said softly, pointing to
Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. 'Do you know this man?'
Hannah adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, 'Hannah, it's Michael. Do you
remember me?'

She gasped, 'Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My
Michael!' He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I
left with tears streaming down our faces.

'See,' I said. 'See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it
will be.'

About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home.

'Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are
going to tie the knot!'

It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home
dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and
looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me
their best man.

The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a
76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had
to see this couple.

A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.

If this inspirational message blesses you, pass it on... May God hold
you in the palm of his hand and may his Angels watch over you. God Bless