October 17, 2013

Written by a 90 year old...the 45 lessons life taught me.

This is something we should all read at least once a week!!!!! Make sure you read to the end!!!!!!

Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio .

"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written.

My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.

8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.

9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.

12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.

13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.

15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.

16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.

17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.

18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.

19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.

23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.

24. The most important sex organ is the brain.

25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'

27. Always choose life.

28. Forgive everyone everything.

29. What other people think of you is none of your business.

30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

33. Believe in miracles.

34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.

35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.

37. Your children get only one childhood.

38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.

40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.

41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

42. The best is yet to come...

43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

44. Yield.

45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."




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September 16, 2013

Fwd: Alphabets

"Alphabets are so intelligently arranged...they show you the way of life....
"A"lways "B"e "C"ool. "D"on't have "E"go with "F"riends n Family. "G"iveup "H"urting "I"ndividuals."J"ust "K"eep "L"oving "M"ankind. "N"ever "O"mit "P"rayers. "Q"uietly "R"emember God. "S"peak "T"ruth. "U"se "V"alid "W"ords. "X"press "Y"our "Z"eal." "

September 04, 2013

Fwd: Fw: complete vs. finished

No dictionary has ever been able to define the difference between "complete" and "finished".
However, in a linguistic conference, held in London England, and attended by some of the
best linguistics in the world, Samsundar Patel, was the clever winner.
His final challenge was this. Some say there is no difference between "complete" and "finished".
Please explain the difference in a way that is easy to understand.  His response was:

When you marry the right woman, you are "complete". If you marry the wrong woman,
you are "finished". And, when the right one catches you with the wrong one, you are
"completely finished".
    His answer received a five minute standing ovation.

Fwd: Fw: Fwd: Prayers do nourish!

Subject: Prayers do nourish!

Prayers do nourish!
A 'devotee' wrote a letter to the editor of an Indian newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to the Temple.

'I've gone for 30 years now, he wrote, and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 mantras.

But for the life of me, I can't remember a single one of them. So, I think I'm wasting my time and the Gurus are wasting theirs by giving services at all.

This started a real controversy in the 'Letters to the Editor' column, much to the delight of the editor.

It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:

"I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals.

But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this... They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work.

If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone to the Temple for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!".

When you are DOWN to nothing.... God is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible!

Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment !

Source : from an email.

August 23, 2013

Who loves their husbands?

There was a group of women gathered at a seminar on how to live in a loving relationship with your husband.

The women were asked, 'How many of you love your husbands?'

All the women raised their hands.

Then they were asked, 'When was the last time you told your husband you loved him?'
Some women answered today, some yesterday, some didn't remember..

The women were then told to take their cell phones and send the following text to their respective husband: I love you, sweetheart.
Then the women were told to exchange phones and read the responding text messages.

Here are some of the replies:

1. Eh, mother of my children, are you sick?

2. What now? Did you crash the car again?

3. I don't understand what you mean?

4. What did you do now? I won't forgive you this time!!!

5. ?!?

6. Don't beat about the bush, just tell me how much you need?

7. Am I dreaming? ???????

8. If you don't tell me who this message is actually for, you will die today...!!!

9. I asked you not to drink anymore!!

and the best one

10. Who is this?

Fwd: Exercise without effort

The ULTIMATE solution to all our problems.

Here is a program of strenuous activities that does not require much physical effort.

01) Beating around the bush

02) Jumping to conclusions

03) Climbing the walls

04) Swallowing your pride

05) Passing the buck

06) Throwing your weight around

07) Dragging your heels

08) Pushing your luck

09) Making mountains out of molehills

10) Hitting the nail on the head

11) Wading through paperwork

12) Bending over backwards

13) Jumping on the bandwagon

14) Balancing the books

15) Running around in circles

16) Eating crow

17) Tooting your own horn

18) Climbing the ladder of success

19) Pulling out all the stops

20) Adding fuel to the fire

21) Opening a can of worms

22) Putting your foot in your mouth

23) Starting the ball rolling

24) Going over the edge

25) Picking up the pieces

Whew! That is some workout!
Now sit down and...

26) Exercise caution..!!

June 12, 2013

Fwd: A truly inspiring story

Quite a story !! Do spare the time read this.
As narrated by Air India Capt S P S Suri
"This happened in 1979. I was attending a college in Delhi, and visiting Dehradun every week end, where I grew up. I would take the Sunday night bus to return to Delhi. In the wee hours of that fateful Monday morning, at 4 am,I rode my motorcycle home from the bus station as usual. However, as fate would have it, I fell asleep on the bike. I was told; I collided with a cyclist at high speed, and hit my face to the ground. My face was crushed. I would forever remain indebted to that unknown Sikh who braved the very unfriendly police laws then, and brought me to the hospital (All India Inst of Medical Sciences, AIMS for short) doors. Understandably, he left the scene to avoid police harassment, depriving me of expressing my gratitude ever. 
The story took yet another queer turn. The doctor on duty was shocked to see my crushed bleeding face. He couldn't detect a pulse on me, and after examining me thoroughly he pronounced me dead! He wrote on the public discharge slip that I had expired due to brain hemorrhage and excessive bleeding. He then sent my body for a postmortem to the mortuary.

Fortunately for me, the mortuary was overcrowded due to which the supervisor on duty placed my body outside the room with other cadavers. At around 7.30 in the morning, the sweeper on shift duty saw my leg moving. He got the fright of his life and immediately informed the authorities.
In the meanwhile, my mother had already been informed of my so called demise. My sister was grieving, but my mother simply refused to believe I was dead. On reaching Delhi, instead of going to my grandparent's house, they reached straight to the hospital, only to receive a very pleasant shock.
 However, my face had to be entirely restructured. I had to undergo comprehensive plastic surgery and it took me nearly 18 months to recover.
 I reminisce, how strange are the ways of life! One would expect learning lessons from the episodes such as what I went through, but, to be honest, I didn't in any way become more cautious than I had been before the accident. Three years later I became a pilot!"
"I moved to Mumbai in 1983 when I was posted a probationary pilot for the Indian Airlines in the city. A few months into my job, and another incident of road accident would take place involving me that would change my outlook about life forever!
 I was traveling by bus to South Mumbai to visit the doctor to show him x-rays of my facial bones which had, by then, largely recovered. I had tucked the x-ray into my shirt. As the bus was passing through Juhu, it slowed down near a truck standing halted by the side if the road. To my utter shock, I saw a young school boy getting crushed between a stationary truck and the bus in which I was seated. The bus slowed down and moved to the left at the bus stop leaving very little gap with the standing truck. The school children were rushing to get into our bus when this boy came in between the truck and the bus.
 I do not know what got possessed of me. Instantaneously I got off the bus, lifted the boy in my arms as the blood from his head wound bled on to my shirt and x-ray. I was surprised as to why no one else would help. Perhaps the unfriendly police laws about accident which had made my savior to drop me at the hospital portals and run away! Most shockingly, even the bus, which was a culprit, sped off on its course as though nothing had happened.  However, one decent young motorcyclist came forward to help. A Sikh taxi driver agreed to take us to the nearby hospital but advised us to leave the boy at the hospital and immediately rush off.
But I was undeterred. I wanted the child to get an immediate medical attention. The doctor on duty refused to attend to the unconscious bleeding child until the police arrived. I looked him in his eyes, held him by his throat, gave him my ID and literally ordered him to save the boy. The doctors gave in and did the decent thing. The boy survived. In some ways I felt extremely good. I felt, the thought of my own accident, and that unknown Sikh gave me the strength and courage to act the way I did. My status of being a pilot worked on the doctors, and perhaps the police later. But, I thought I was paying it forward!
The history repeated with the parents of the boy too. His school friends reached his home and told the parents that the boy had died. The young motorcyclist had found their address from the boy's school bag and had rushed to let them know that the boy was being treated. He brought back the smile on the grieving Kamat family.
 In the mean while, once I knew the boy would be fine, I left the hospital, pleasantly surprised to find the taxi driver waiting for me. I offered his money to wash his blood smeared seats. He refused to take the money. He drove me home and again refused the taxi fare I offered him. I only met the boy's parents four years later. The meeting was emotional and I was touched by their gratefulness. I have grown to know the boy and his parents ever since. Well, each Diwali they send me gifts.
 The boy, Ankit Kamat, around 40 now, went on to study in Baltimore, USA, and is now settled in the US. It's been 28 years since the incident. I might never find out the identity of the Sikh gentleman who saved my life, but I believe he would have been happy to find out that it was his deed of astonishing kindness that indirectly saved a young boy's life six years later. The sweeper and the taxi driver also played their crucial roles. This was a true triumph for humanity. It will always be the most remarkable story of my life. I will never wonder about whether Ankit will someday pay it forward. I simply believe he will."

Written by a 90 year old...the 45 lessons life taught me.

This is something we should all read at least once...