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Title: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: sateesh on July 24, 2011, 07:52:30 AM

OM SAI RAM

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.

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.

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.

Moral of the story: I f 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 Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully..

JAI SAI RAM
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: tanu_12 on July 26, 2011, 01:49:20 PM
om sai ram

very nice story... thanks for sharing :D ... post more...

jai sai ram
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: sateesh on July 27, 2011, 04:48:48 AM
om sai ram

very nice story... thanks for sharing :D ... post more...

jai sai ram

haha ya tanu sure i'll

jai sai ram..
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: PiyaSoni on July 27, 2011, 04:54:38 AM
OmSaiRam

Sateesh , what a nice story , vry true every relationship need hundred percent to become successful , hope we all r giving our hundred percent to our relationship of frnds....  :)

baba bless yu always ..

Sai Samarth.........Shraddha Saburi
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: sateesh on July 27, 2011, 05:02:11 AM
OM SAI RAM..

Ha piya v r giving it wen v trust some body v should give our best and 100% to that relationship and the same with the opp person, frm both sides it should b 100%  so that it never departs this is wat my policy is..

JAI SAI RAM..
Title: Shirdi Sai Baba Stories: "Do Chipkaliyoon ka Milan" The Two Lizards
Post by: sateesh on September 24, 2011, 03:33:50 AM
OMSAIRAM
Title: Moral stories..
Post by: sateesh on September 24, 2011, 09:06:52 AM

Fresh Fish.



The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The Japanese did not like the taste.
 

To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats.
 

They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish.
 

The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin.
 

After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving. They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference. Because the fish did not move for days, they lost their fresh-fish taste. The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish.
 

So how did Japanese fishing companies solve this problem? How do they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan? If you were consulting the fish industry, what would you recommend?
 

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How Japanese Fish Stay Fresh:
 

To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks. But now they add a small shark to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively state. The fish are challenged.
 

Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired & dull, so we need a Shark in our life to keep us awake and moving? Basically in our lives Sharks are new challenges to keep us active and lively…..
Title: Re: BE PATIENT
Post by: PiyaSoni on September 26, 2011, 03:22:10 AM
BE PATIENT

This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.

Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home & committed suicide.

Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.

People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: Devbani on September 26, 2011, 06:58:24 AM
BE PATIENT

This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.

Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home & committed suicide.

Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.

People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.


Really it is true.....some time we give importance to things over human. we forget about tha value of life. Once I was

said so my friend send me a text message, " I was crying for shoes but some one earth is crying for legs "

Really our way of thinking is most important. Thanks Piya to share such a wonderful pearl.

om sai ram
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: sateesh on September 26, 2011, 07:06:21 AM
BE PATIENT

This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.

Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home & committed suicide.

Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.

People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.


Omsairam

Superb !!!! really nice Msg oriented post :)
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: sai_child on September 26, 2011, 12:29:15 PM
OM SRISAIRAM
Hai Mr.Sateesh,
I'm one of Baba's children...feeling so happy and lucky to be a member of this Forum... :)
its a nice story on relationship and i like the story by priya also.....
More than being a Human being, Being Baba's children,v should have patience,heart to forgive n forget bad things and b kind hearted...

OM SRI SAI RAM..
Let BABA BLESS US ALL
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: sai_child on September 26, 2011, 12:35:41 PM

OM SAI RAM

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.

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.

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.

Moral of the story: I f 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 Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully..

JAI SAI RAM

OMSRISAIRAM
I'm one of Baba's children...feeling so happy and lucky to be a member of this Forum... Smiley
its a nice story on relationship and i like the story by priya also.....
More than being a Human being, Being Baba's children,v should have patience,heart to forgive n forget bad things and b kind hearted...
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: sateesh on September 26, 2011, 12:51:42 PM
OM SRISAIRAM
Hai Mr.Sateesh,
I'm one of Baba's children...feeling so happy and lucky to be a member of this Forum... :)
its a nice story on relationship and i like the story by priya also.....
More than being a Human being, Being Baba's children,v should have patience,heart to forgive n forget bad things and b kind hearted...

OM SRI SAI RAM..
Let BABA BLESS US ALL

Omsairam

thank u Friend .. yes we have to give 100% in any thing n we shuld surrender our all ego to baba then only we can feel his grace.. :)  may baba bless u ..
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: sateesh on September 26, 2011, 01:00:49 PM
There was once a farmer who devised a competition between his dog and his rabbit. He made a hole in one of his biggest fields, and hid a carrot and a bone in it. He wanted to see which animal would find them first.

The rabbit was very cheerful and optimistic, and he threw himself into looking for the carrot, digging here and there, totally convinced that he would find it. But the dog was pessimistic, and after sniffing around for a bit, he lay down on the ground and began to complain how difficult it was to find one bone in such a big field.

The rabbit dug for hours, and with every new hole the dog complained even more about how difficult this was, even for the rabbit. The rabbit, on the other hand, thought that each hole dug was one hole less that needed digging. When there was no place in the whole field left to dig, the rabbit dug a tunnel to right under where the dog had been lying all that time. There he found the carrot and the bone.

And this is how it was that the dog lost due to his pessimism. Because, thanks to his great instinct, he had already found the right place at the very beginning!



So ...Moral of the story:
Many of our natural shortfalls can be replaced by a positive attitude and perseverance


OMSAIRAM:)
Title: BUTTERFLY
Post by: sateesh on September 26, 2011, 01:07:17 PM
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.

The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.



Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.

We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!


I asked for Strength.........
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for Wisdom.........
And God gave me Problems to solve.

I asked for Prosperity.........
And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.

I asked for Courage.........
And God gave me Danger to overcome.

I asked for Love.........
And God gave me Troubled people to help.

I asked for Favors.........
And God gave me Opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted ........
I received everything I needed!



Trust in God. Always !
Title: THE OBSTACLE IN OUR PATH
Post by: sateesh on September 26, 2011, 01:12:35 PM
In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it.

Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many others never understand.



Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one's condition.
Title: A pen string and a flower
Post by: sateesh on September 26, 2011, 01:20:05 PM
Once upon a time there was a spring who lived happily and safely inside a pen. Although he heard many noises coming from outside, he lived believing that outside his world inside the pen, there was nothing good. Even just to think about leaving his pen made him so scared that he was quite content to spend his life compacting and stretching himself again and again inside that tiny space.

However, one day, the ink ran out, and when the pen's owner was busy changing it, there was an accident. The spring was flung through the air and landed in the toilet drain, well out of sight. Terrified, and cursing his bad luck, the spring was flushed through pipe after pipe, each time thinking it might be his end. During the journey, he did not dare open his eyes out of pure fear. Nor did he every stop crying. Swept away by the water, he travelled on and on and on, until he ended up in a river. When the river current lost its force, and the spring could see that things had calmed down a bit, he stopped crying and listened all around him. Hearing birdsong and wind in the trees, he felt encouraged to finally open his eyes. What the spring saw was the pure, crystal waters of the river, the rich green rocks of the riverbed, and all kinds of fish of many colours, whose skin seemed to dance under the sunlight. Now he understood that the world was much greater than the space inside the pen, and that there had always been many things outside, waiting to be enjoyed.

After spending a while playing with the fish, he went over to the riverbank, and then moved on to a field of flowers. There he heard weeping. He followed the sound, which took him to a lovely flower that had been flattened by a rabbit, and could no longer stand up straight. The spring realised that he could help the flower, so he offered to be his support. The flower accepted, and slipped through the middle of the spring. There they lived happily together. And they would always laugh when remembering how the spring used to think that all there was to life was being a sad and fearful spring.

Author.. Pedro Pablo Sacristán



Moral of the story :
   
Changes are not a bad thing, it is up to ourselves to open the eyes and make something positive of them
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: sai_child on September 28, 2011, 12:32:53 AM
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.

The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.



Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.

We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!


I asked for Strength.........
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for Wisdom.........
And God gave me Problems to solve.

I asked for Prosperity.........
And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.

I asked for Courage.........
And God gave me Danger to overcome.

I asked for Love.........
And God gave me Troubled people to help.

I asked for Favors.........
And God gave me Opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted ........
I received everything I needed!



Trust in God. Always !
[OM SRI SAI RAM
Hai friend, actually the above said thoughts are the timely answer to my prayers to BABA ,sterday nite...
BABA has given the reply to my prayers thro U,today morning....
Thanq for posting this valuable thought which consoles n heals me....
ALWAYS SAI AMMA is with US and never forsakes / forgets US....
Thanq BABA...
Be with US and Bless US... ]
Title: Two frogs
Post by: sateesh on October 04, 2011, 12:33:56 AM
A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them
fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit
was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The
two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit
with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop,
that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took
heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down
and died.

The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again,
the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He
jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the
other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?" The frog explained to
them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the
entire time.

This story teaches two lessons:

1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging
word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it
through the day.

2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes
to kill them.

Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your
path. The power of words... it is sometimes hard to understand
that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak
words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in
difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time
to encourage another.
Title: Re: The Price of a Miracle
Post by: PiyaSoni on October 10, 2011, 02:33:30 AM

The Price of a Miracle

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 how 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.
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship... True Love
Post by: PiyaSoni on October 11, 2011, 05:48:32 AM
It was a busy morning, about  8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at  9:00 am.

 
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.

 
The gentleman told me “no,” that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.


As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. 

He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.


I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?'

He smiled as he patted my hand and said,

'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,

'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.

True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: sai_child on October 15, 2011, 11:47:14 AM
It was a busy morning, about  8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at  9:00 am.

 
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.

 
The gentleman told me “no,” that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.


As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. 

He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.


I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?'

He smiled as he patted my hand and said,

'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,

'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.

True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

true love can't be defined more than this...very nice instance...thanq so much for sharing....

MAY BABA BLESS US ALL....

OM SRI SAI RAM
Title: nice story..
Post by: sateesh on October 21, 2011, 10:41:35 AM
One day, a rich dad took his son on a trip. Wanted to show him how poor someone can be. They spent time on the farm of a poor family. On the way home, dad asked, "Did you see how poor they are? What did you learn?".
Son said, "We have one dog, they have four, we have pool, they have rivers, we have lanterns at night, they have stars, we buy foods, they grow theirs, we have walls to protect us, they have friends, we have encyclopedias, they have Bible." Then they headed, "Thanks dad for showing me how poor we are."



MORAL LESSON: It's not about money that make us rich, it's about simplicity of having God in our lives.
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: sai_child on October 21, 2011, 12:54:41 PM
One day, a rich dad took his son on a trip. Wanted to show him how poor someone can be. They spent time on the farm of a poor family. On the way home, dad asked, "Did you see how poor they are? What did you learn?".
Son said, "We have one dog, they have four, we have pool, they have rivers, we have lanterns at night, they have stars, we buy foods, they grow theirs, we have walls to protect us, they have friends, we have encyclopedias, they have Bible." Then they headed, "Thanks dad for showing me how poor we are."



MORAL LESSON: It's not about money that make us rich, it's about simplicity of having God in our lives.
OM SRI SAI RAM
Nice story Sateesh...
There's a saying which is the same as this moral of the story...
ALWAYS COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS AND NOT YOUR CURSES...


MAY BABA BLESS US ALL..
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: Sairamsai on October 21, 2011, 01:08:21 PM
OMSAIRAM
Title: It is the Little things that make a big difference!!!
Post by: sateesh on May 30, 2013, 06:55:40 AM
There was a man taking a morning walk at or the beach. He saw that along with the morning tide came
 hundreds of starfish and when the tide receded, they were left behind and with the morning sun rays,
 they would die. The tide was fresh and the starfish were alive. The man took a few steps, picked one
and threw it into the water. He did that repeatedly. Right behind him there was another person who
 couldn't understand what this man was doing. He caught up with him and asked, "What are you doing?
 There are hundreds of starfish. How many can you help? What difference does it make?"

 This man did not reply, took two more steps, picked up another one, threw it into the water, and said, "It makes a difference to this one."
Title: Re: A Small Story on relationship...
Post by: PiyaSoni on June 03, 2013, 01:53:56 AM
Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or whom to blame,whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship to give each other support. Treasure what you have.

Just a little story ....

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went tothe bottle and fascinated by its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned.She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.

The husband just said "I Love You Darling"

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is aproactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in findingfault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happenned. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her. If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.

" A successful relationship requires falling in love many times ----- with the same person."