Mountain Story - An interesting short story

"A son and his father were walking on the mountains.

Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain:

"AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"

He receives the answer: "Who are you?"

And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"

The voice answers: "I admire you!"

Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"

He receives the answer: "Coward!"

He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"

The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention."

Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"

The voice answers: "You are a champion!"

The boy is surprised, but does not understand.

Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.

It gives you back everything you say or do.

Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.

If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart.

If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.

This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;

Life will give you back everything you have given to it."

MORAL

YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S A REFLECTION OF YOU!"

INSPIRING STORY ABOUT MOTHER

MOTHERS DAY

A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two

hundred miles away.

As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.

He asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.

But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."

The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a rose."

He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.

As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.

She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."

She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.

The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove

the two hundred miles to his mother's house.

a real sad story

HARDEST THING I HAD TO SAY

It all started when I was 6 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together.

I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a friend kinda thing that I was feeling.

All through high school and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him.

I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York, I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what I had inside my heart.

Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day I got a letter with an invitation to a marriage. It was from him, I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. The big church wedding and the reception at the hotel. I met the bride and of course him. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me.

Ileft New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life. As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note that said: "meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things". I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore.

Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and his divorce. I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to leave back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together.

One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in a car accident going to the airport. And that it took this long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place. Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. Asking questions why did this happen to a kind guy like him?

I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a diary that of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn't know what to think. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California. As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written.

The diary was started with the day we first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, "today I will tell her I love her". It was the day he was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart.

MORAL

If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe that next day will never come at all.

A LOVELY SHORT STORY

LOVE AND TIME

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
"Richness, can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"
"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."
"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,

Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."

a true ghost story

TRUE EXPERIENCE

Back in 1989, being a fresh graduate Psychology graduate, I landed a job in
the personnel department in one of the goverment offices in Quezon City. A male co-worker, Jun, was 11 years older than me. He became one of my friends while working there. Jun was king, loving, and romantic. He was the breadwinner of his family. His parents ang relatives liked me a lot. Being single and unattached, he courted me in 1990. I accepted his marraige proposal during the latter part of that year.

My parents did not approve of our relationship and when the first quarter of 1991 came, my parents made me quit my job. My dad, being a military man, even threatened Jun to Jun to stay away from me. To make our long story short, I left my job. I lost track of Jun I bussied myself with the family business. Basically, I went on with my life and tried to forget about him.

On the morning of June 2, 1994 I recieved a telegram from his aunt, saying that Jun had died the day before June1, 1994. Shocked I crumpled the short note and hurriedly phoned his aunt for confirmation. She told me that when we parted, Jun resigned from his job and drunk heavily each day. He naglected his death as well as his body. Pneumonia had caused his sudden death. "You know Jun. Everyday and up to his remaining hours, all her wanted was to see you. During his final moments, while suffering from delirium, he even told us that he still loves you very much," Jun's aunt said.

Sadly, my parents wouldn't allow me to go to his wake. I mourned quietly inside my room. There even came a point where I convinced myself that he wasn't dead.

On January 1995, just before my birthday, Jun visited me in a dream. I dreamed that I was inside a hospital room. I was wearing a hospital gown and I was sitting at the foot of my bed. Jun suddenly appeared before me, clothed in bright lights. We communicated mentally. I told him it wasn't true that he was gone. He replied that I must accept the fact that he was already dead but it didn't mean that he as leaving me. "I will always be beside you, gaurding you," he said

I cried saying, "I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to fight for our relationship."

He comforted me and soothed me by shrouding me with his bright light. The bliss I felt was interrupted by voice calling hi name "It's time for me to go," he told me. "But what about me?" I asked, tears in my eyes. " I will be here for you always," he replied,"and I will be waiting for you there. And don't ever forget that love you very much."

After saying this, he vanished before my eyes. I woke up crying. After this accident, I finished began to accept his death. And whenever I'm depressed I feel his presence beside me I know somehow out there he's still waiting patienly for me.

a sad but true story

A BOY'S LOVE FOR HIS FAMILY

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the
remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier.

When I saw all the people there, I started to complain tomyself,"It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go.
Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really pla ywith such expensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. 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 here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to.
"It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.

"No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this.

"My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring 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 mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me."

I love my mummy 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 took a few notes and said to the boy, "What if we checked
again, just in case if you have enough money?"

"Ok," he said. "I hope that I have enough."

I added some of my money to his without 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 yesterday before I slept for God to
make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me."
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose."

"You know, my mummy loves white rose."

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. 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 newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rosein her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

STORY WITH MORALE

SAND AND STONE

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After the friend recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?"

The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."

MORAL

LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND, AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE

touchy short story

A BOX FULL OF KISSES

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.

an awsome inpiratinal story

FATHER'S EYES

Bob Richards, the former pole-vault champion, shares a moving story about a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart. Practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. But being half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere. At all the games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played. This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship.

Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior.

All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game but remained a bench-warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him.

When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.

The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game.

It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent.

Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday."

Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted is worst player in this close playoff game.

But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said. "You can go in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked, and tackled like a star.

His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you never heard.

Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that this young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?"

He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!"

a sad sentimental story

A Couple's Heartbreak

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.

The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.

When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.

What do you think were the four words?

The husband just said "I Love You Darling"

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No
point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

MORAL

Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn't forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don't multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.

very emotional love story

a real heart touching story

L I F E

Red roses were her favourites,

her name was also Rose.

And every year her

Husband sent them,


tied with pretty bows.

The card said, ’I love you’,

like all the years before.

Each year the note would say,

‘I love you even more this year,

than last year on this day.

My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.’

She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day

Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.

He always liked to do things early, way before the time,

Then, if he got too busy, every thing would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.

Then, placed the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face,

She would sit for hours, in her husbands favorite chair,

While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.

With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.

Then, the very hour, as on their anniversary before,

The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.

Then, went to get the telephone to call the florist shop.

The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,

Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

“I know your husband passed away, more then a year ago,”

The owner said,” I knew you’d call, and you would want to know.

The flowers you received today, were paid or well in advance.

Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.

There’s a standing order, that I have on file down here,

And he has paid, well in advance, you’ll get them every year.

There also is another thing that I think you should know.

He wrote a special little card …he did this years ago.

Then, should ever I find out that he’s no longer here,

That’s the card… that should be sent, to you the following year.”

She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.

Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note

Then as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote…

“Hello my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone,

I hope it hasn’t been very hard for you to overcome.

I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real.

For I know if it was the other way I know how I would feel.

The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.

I loved you more than words can say , you were the perfect wife.

You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.

I know it’s been only a year but try not to grieve.

I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.

That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.

When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,

That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.

I have always loved you and I know I always will.

But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.

Please try to find happiness, while living out your days.

I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.

The roses will come to you every year, and they will only stop,

when your door is not answered, when the florist stops to knock.

He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.

But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,

to take the roses to the place where I have instructed him.

And place the roses where we are, together once again.


EXTRACT:

Life seems to lose its meaning with the loss of your beloved.
Memories are all that you have. Pain and sorrow are your sole
companions…

One of the most touching and purest love story

DEVOTIONAL LOVE

From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her
dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family background, & 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 quarrelled very often. Though
the
girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your
love
for
me?"
As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused the girl to
be
very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the gal often vents
her
anger
on him. As for him.. he only endured it in silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to
further
his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the gal: "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, & with the guy's determination, the family finally
gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they got
engaged.
The gal went out to the working society, whereas the guy was
overseas,
continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone
calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the gal was on her way to work, she was knocked down
by
a car that lost control. when she woke up, she saw her parents beside
her
bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum cry, she
wanted to
comfort her. But she rea! lized that all that could come out of her
mouth
was just a sigh. she had 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 silent
cry..
it's still just silent cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home,
everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the
phone
which
pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let
the guy
know
& 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 & millions of reply and countless phonecalls.. all the gal
could do besides crying is still crying.... T! he parents decided to
move
away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.
With a new environment, the gal learnt sign language & started a new
life.
Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her
friend
came
& 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 & her friend came with an envelope, containing an
invitation card for the guy's wedding. The gal was shattered. When
she
opened the letter, she saw her name on it instead. When she was about
to ask her friend what was going on, she saw the guy standing in
front of her....

He used sign language to tell her, "I've spent a year 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 gal finally smiled......

MORAL

Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know
how to Give.

Treat every moment as if it's the last day, then you'll know how to
Treasure.

Treasure what you have right now, or else you may regret one day...
Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.

really funny but intresting

Corporate Bhagavat Gita

Hey PARTH,

Increment nahin mila, bura hua

Salary cut ho raha hai, bura ho raha hai

Retrenchment hoga, wo bhi bura hi hoga...


Tum pichhla review na hone ka paschataap na karo

Tum agle review na hone ki chinta na karo

Recession chal raha hai...



Tumhare pocket se kya gaya jo tum rote ho ?

Tum company ke liye kya business laye the jo tumne kho diya ?

Tumne aisa kaun sa product banaya tha jo fail ho gaya ?



Tum koi experience le kar nahin aaye the...

Jo experience liya company se liya...

Jo project kiya company ke liye...

Degree le kar aaye, experience lekar chale jaoge...



Jo function aaj tumhara hai,

Wo kal kisi aur ka tha... parson kisi aur ka hoga...

Tum ise apna samajh kar kyon magan ho rahe ho



Hey Paarth, Yahi khushi tumhare tension ka kaaran hai...

Kyon wyarth tension lete ho, kis se wyarth darte ho

Kaun tumhein nikaal sakta hai ?



Policy change to company ka rule hai

Jise tum policy change kehte ho,woh to Management ki khel hai...

Ek pal mein tum Increment ke baare mein sochte ho

Doosre hi pal mein tum stipend par aa jate ho...



Review, increment etc. etc. sab mann se hataa do

Vichar se mita do, phir company tumhari hai, tum company ke ho...

Na yeh increment wagerah tumhare liye hain,

na tum iske kabil ho, Parantu job secure hai, aisa socho

phir tumhein tension kyon hoga ?



Tum apne aap ko Company ko arpit kar do

Yahi sabse bada Golden Rule hai...

Jo is Golden Rule ko janta hai

Wo review, incentive, recession,

retrenchment aadi Bhramon se Sada sarvada muqt hai.


Chal UTH, Kaam Kar, Promotion Ki Chinta mat kar Parth..

Karm hi Tera Bhagya hai.....

a meaningful real story

Carrots, Eggs, & Coffee Beans

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the last, ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what do you see?"

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.

She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. The daughter did and noted that they were soft.

She then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.

Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked. "What's the point, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity - boiling water - but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water they had changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I?

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor.

If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate to another level? How do you handle Adversity? ARE YOU A CARROT, AN EGG, OR A COFFEE BEAN?

Don't tell GOD how big your storm is. Tell the storm how big your GOD is.

amazing facts u can say thoughts

EVER THOUGHT...

If it's Zero degrees outside today and it's supposed to be Twice as cold tomorrow, how cold is it going to be?

Why do ballet dancers always dance on their toes? Wouldn't it be easier to just hire taller dancers?

Why do scientists call it "re"search when looking for something new?

Why is it called a building when it is already built?

If pro is the opposite of con, then is progress the opposite of congress?

How do you know when invisible ink pens run out of ink?

If vegetable oil's made of vegetables, and olive oil's made of olives...what's baby oil made of?

Is it possible to be totally partial?

If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?

What do you do when you see an endangered animal that eats only endangered plants?

Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice"?

Why does your feet smell, and your nose run?

If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?

If work is so terrific, how come they have to pay you to do it?

If you're not supposed to drink and drive, then why do bars have parking lots?

If you got into a taxi and he started driving backwards, would the taxi driver end up owing you money?

a short story with moral

a short story

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little
daughter,
"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so
that you don't fall into the river.
" The little girl said,
"No, Dad. You hold my hand.
" "What's the difference?"
Asked the puzzled father.
"There's a big difference,
" replied the little girl.
"If I hold your hand and something happens to
me,chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you
hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what
happens, you will never let my hand go.
" In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in
its bind, but in its bond.

MORAL

"So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather
than expecting
them to hold urs... this story tells many things... u
just need to understand
the meaning rest depends on u "

"KEEP SMILING"

F1 cars facts

F1 cars facts

01. An F1 car is made up of 80,000 components, if it
were assembled 99.9% correctly, it would still start
the race with 80 things wrong!

02. Formula 1 cars have over a kilometre of cable,
linked to about 100 sensors and actuators which
monitor and control many parts of the car.

03. An F1 car can go from 0 to 160 kph AND back to 0
in FOUR seconds!!!!!!!

04. F1 car engines last only for about 2 hours of
racing mostly before blowing up on the other hand we
expect our engines to last us for a decent 20yrs on an
average and they quite faithfully DO....thats the
extent to which the engines r pushed to perform...

05. When an F1 driver hits the brakes on his car he
experiences retardation or deceleration comparable to
a regular car driving through a BRICK wall at 300kmph!

06. An average F1 driver looses about 4kgs of weight
after just one race due to the prolonged exposure to
high G forces and temperatures for little over an hour
(Yeah thats right!!!)

07. At 600 kg a F1 car is less than half the weight of
a Mini.

08. In an F1 car the engine typically revs upto 18000
rpm,(the piston travelling up and down 300 times a
second!!) wheres cars like the palio, maruti800,
indica rev only upto 6000 rpm at max. Thats 3 times
slower.

09. The brake discs in an F1 car have an operating
temp. of approx 1000 degees Centigrade and they
attain that temp while braking before almost every
turn... that is why they r not made of steel but of
carbon fibre which is much more harder and resistant
to wear and tear and most of all has a higher melting
point.

10. If a water hose were to blow off, the complete
cooling system would empty in just over a second.

11. Gear cogs or ratios are used only for one race,
and are replaced regularly to prevent failure, as they
are subjected to very high degrees of stress.

12. The fit in the cockpit is so tight that the
steering wheel must be removed for the driver to get
in or out of the car. A small latch behind the wheel
releases it from the column. Levers or paddles for
changing gear are located on the back of the wheel. So
no gearstick! The clutch levers are also on the
steering wheel, located below the gear paddles.

13. To give you an idea of just how important
aerodynamic design and added downforce can be, small
planes can take off at slower speeds than F1 cars
travel on the track.

14. Without aerodynamic downforce, high-performance
racing cars have sufficient power to produce wheel
spin and loss of control at 160 kph. They usually race
at over 300 kph.

15. The amount of aerodynamic downforce produced by
the front and rear wings and the car underbody is
amazing. Once the car is travelling over 160 kph, an
F1 car can generate enough downforce to equal it's
own weight. That means it could actually hold itself
to the CEILING of a tunnel and drive UPSIDE down!

16. In a street course race like the monaco grand
prix, the downforce provides enough suction to lift
manhole covers. Before the race all of the manhole
covers on the streets have to be welded down to
prevent this from happening!


17. The refuelers used in F1 can supply 12 litres of
fuel per second. This means it would take just 4
seconds to fill the tank of an average 50 litre family
car.They use the same refueling rigs used on US
military helicopters today.

18. TOP F1 pit crews can refuel and change tyres in
around 3 seconds.

19. Race car tyres don't have air in them like normal
car tyres. Most racing tyres have nitrogen in the
tyres because nitrogen has a more consistent pressure
compared to normal air. Air typically contains
varying amounts of water vapour in it, which affects
its expansion and contraction as a function of
temperature, making the tyre pressure unpredictable.

20. During the race the tyres lose weight! Each tyre
loses about 0.5 kg in weight due to wear.

21. Normal tyres last 60 000 - 100 000 km. Racing
tyres are designed to last 90 - 120 km (That's
Khandala and back).

22. A dry-weather F1 tyre reaches peak operating
performance (best grip) when tread temperature is
between 900C and 1200C.(Water boils at 100 C remember)
At top speed, F1 tyres rotate 50 times a
second.

So Formula Driving is not piece of cake, DEAR
No Wonder, thats why Michael Schumacher is the world richest Sports Person

A TRUE AND MORAL STORY

A TRUE STORY ----- by Malcolm Forbes

A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit,

stepped off the train in Boston and walk timidly without an appointment into the Harvard

University President's outer office. The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods,

country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge.

"We want to see the president," the man said softly. "He'll be busy all day," the secretary

snapped. "We'll wait," the lady replied. For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the

couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't and the secretary grew

frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always

regretted. "Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they'll leave," she said to him. He sighed in

exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend

with them, but he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.

The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple. The lady told him, "We

had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about

a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him,

somewhere on campus." The president wasn't touched.... He was shocked. "Madam," he said,

gruffly, "we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did,

this place would look like a cemetery." "Oh, no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to

erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard." The president rolled his

eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed, "A building! Do you

have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars

in the physical buildings here at Harvard." For a moment the lady was silent. The president was

pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now. The lady turned to her husband and said quietly,

"Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don't we just start our own?" Her husband

nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. Mr. and Mrs. Leland

Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the

university that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that Harvard no

longer cared about.

M O R A L

You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who

they think can do nothing.

GOOD THOUGHTS

THEY ARE REAL FACTS OF THE WORLD

Never tell your problems to anyone...20% don't care and the other 80%are glad you have

them. -Lou Holtz

Never explain yourself. Your friends dont need it and your enemies wont believe it

-Belgicia Howell

Forgive your enemies, but never, never forget their names.

-John F.Kennedy

You must experience and accept the extremes. Because if the contrast islost, you lose

appreciation; and when you lose appreciation, you losethe value of everything.
-Philippos

The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.

-Ann Landers

Being sad with the right people is better than being happy with thewrong ones.
-Philippos

Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat youbad. Let God deal with

the things they do, cause hate in your heart willconsume you too.

-Will Smith

If your problem has a solution then...why worry about it? If yourproblem doesnt have solution

then...why worry about it?

-ChineseProverb

Laugh when you can, apologize when you should, and let go of what youcan't change. Kiss slowly,

play hard, forgive quickly, take chances,give everything and have no regrets. Life's too short to

be anything buthappy

CRACK IN POT

Here's a short story (worth repeating) , just in case any of you werefeeling a little imperfect.

CRACK IN POT

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of apole which he carried

across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it,while the other pot was perfect and always

delivered a full portion ofwater.

At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked potarrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with thebearer delivering only one and a half pots full of

water to his house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect forwhich it was made. But

the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its ownimperfection, and miserable that it was able to

accomplish only half ofwhat it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to thewater bearer one day by

the stream "I am ashamed of myself, and I want toapologize to you. I have been able to deliver

only half my load becausethis crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to

yourhouse. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don'tget full value from

your efforts" the pot said.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers onlyon your side of the path,

but not on the other pot's side?

That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flowerseeds on your side of

the path, and every day while we walk back, you'vewatered them. For two years I have been

able to pick these beautifulflowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you

are,there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

Moral:

Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. Butit's the cracks and flaws

we each have that make our lives together sovery interesting and rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for thegood in them. Blessed are

the flexible, for they shall not be bent out ofshape. Remember to appreciate all the different

people in your life.

a smile is just a lil thing...it doesn't cost a lotits free to beggars & to kings... so why not

SMILE a lot???

e-mail vs tomato

e mail vs tomato

A jobless man applied for the position of 'office boy' at Microsoft.

The HR manager interviewed him, then a test: clean the floor.

"You are engaged" he said, give me your e-mail address, and I'll send you

the application to fill, as well as when you will start.

The man replied " I don't have a computer, neither an email"

I'm sorry, said the HR manager, if you don't have an email, that means you do not exist.

And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job. The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know

what to do, with only 10US$ in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy

a 10 Kg tomato crate. He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two

hours, He succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the operation three times, and

returned home with 60 US$. The man realized that he can survive by this way, and started to

go everyday earlier, and return late. Thus, his money doubles or triples every day. Shortly

later, he bought a cart, then a truck, then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles. 5 years

later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the U. S. He started to plan his family's

future, and decided to have a life insurance. He called an insurance broker, and choose a

protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The

man replied: ' I don't have an email'. The broker replied curiously, you don't have an email,

and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Do you imagine what you could have been if you

had an email?! The man thought for a while, and replied: An office boy at Microsoft!

The moral of this story:

M1- Internet is not the solution to your life.

M2- If you don't have internet, and work hard, you can be a millionaire.

M3- If you received this message by email, you are closer to be an office boy, rather than a millionaire.

Have a great day