FRIENDS

 

True friendship is like sound health, the value of it is seldom known until it is lost. Together forever, never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart. A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. Friends are the meat bits in the salad bowl of life. Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That's why it is a comfort to go hand in hand.   If you have one true friend, you have more than your share.

WHY DO WOMEN CRY ??????.............

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman , " she told him.

"I don't understand , " he said. His Mom just hugged him and said , "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father , "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason , " was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man , still wondering why women cry....

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone , he asked , "God , why do women cry so easily?"

God said

"When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up , and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances , even when her child has hurt her very badly..

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife , but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally , I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son , " said God , "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears , the figure that she carries , or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes , because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Please send this to ten beautiful women you know today. If you do , everything good will happen - You will boost another woman's self-esteem.
Pass it on to men too - perhaps they will then understand "why women cry"

REALLY SO HEART TOUCHING

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw
a  Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years
old..


TheCashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy
this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are
you sure I don't have enough money?''

I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough
money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the
doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give
this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.


I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my
sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this.
'My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to
see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take 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 mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I
come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my
picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy 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 said to the boy. 'Suppose we check
again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to
his with out 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 last night before I went to
sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so
that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted
to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't
dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll
and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'


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

news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a
truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman 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-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to
recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news
paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as
I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where
the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make
last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a
beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and
the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling
that my life had been changed for ever...

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is
still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.

The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in
what they are capable of receiving.

BEST MOMENTS IN MY LIFE - SWEET MEMORIES OF MY LIFE

The sun is rising slowly

The snow on the leaves is melting like a candle

The birds are also waking from a long nap

Their feathers are wet

And their chirp is so cheerful

Suddenly a shadow is swallowing me

The shadow of my old days which am remembering like a very old but so delicate and sweet memory or time in my life

The memory of my childhood days

I was sure that the cool breeze that blew had made my mind cast shadow on me which was slowly engulfing me

I suddenly felt that am sitting in my old class 5 classroom, peering out of the window on the basket ball court

Suddenly my Hindi teacher, Annie mam enters the classroom

Soon the class is settled down and we are reciting the prayer which we always used to recite in our Hindi class

It usually gave me a good feeling

Then after the prayer when mam says only I remember that it is the last day for me in this classroom

Along with my dear classmates and friends

After this day we were going to have our annual exams and after that we all will be separated and will be entering that new phase of life, the secondary school life, leaving out innocence behind for ever in this class room

I suddenly wish we were never going to secondary school and continue climbing the ladder of life

And then the saddest news reached me that day after getting back home. The news that I was going to leave this school forever

I don’t know how I accepted that fact.

The fact of leaving the place which I loved so much,

 Which had given me the joy of life

Which had thought me the basics of ones life

I wonder how I wrote the annual paper the next day

My mind was in another world

Roaming through the dark passages

Of that world

The world of sad and happy thoughts

The paper was over soon

And days seemed to travel like a rocket

Soon it was the last day of my annual

I remember even today, how we celebrated after the last annual paper

I was and am sure that there will be no more such days in my life

The days of real happiness, the days of enjoyment, the days of innocence, the days of mischiefs

Minutes after  a cool breeze blew and I suddenly remembered that I had an appointment.