Love is the greatest gift of life,
Love is the greatest bond,
Between a husband and wife.
Love is unbelievable,
Love is humble,
Love is a golden gamble,
Love is life's symbol.
Love is mysterious,
Love is hilarious,
Its power enormous.
Love is the greatest trial of life,
While taking life's test drive,
Love is the single element,
In any moment to hold on to survive.
Love is smile,
Love is a mother's strength,
Love is a father's pride,
Love is a friend's support,
Love is united kindness,
Love is compassion,
Love is affection.
Love is the greatest joy of life,
Give love, do not deprive,
Without it, we shall not strive on!
Love is for friends,
Love is for family,
Love is for lovers,
Love is for all.
Love me for me,
As I love you for you.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Hitler's body guard
One of Hitler's body guards, Kurt Wagner, was on his way to a bridge to commit suicide. His god (Hitler) was gone, his home had been destroyed, his city was in shambles. He was seen by a friend, not knowing what was on Kurt's mind, who invited him to go to the YMCA for a doughnut and cup of coffee. Kurt did, and there he found a copy of God's Simple Plan of Salvation on the arm of an upholstered chair in the lounge.
First, he read it with disdain, knowing it came from the USA. Then, he read it with some interest. Then, he read it many times, and fell under deep conviction. He held it up and called out: "Is there anyone here who can help me understand this tract?" A Methodist minister was in the YMCA and heard his plea. He took the tract and led Kurt to the Lord.
Kurt went to Bible school and seminary. He became the pastor of two Methodist churches in the suburbs of Frankfurt. He built a four story building to take wayward young men off the streets and to reach them for the Lord.
My father went to visit Kurt in 1956. They were thrilled to pray together and rejoice in the things of the Lord. In 1960, a family in our church contacted Kurt to visit their 18-year-old soldier boy stationed in Frankfurt and who was out of fellowship with the Lord. This young man could hardly believe his eyes. He told Kurt: "All my life I have heard the name of Kurt Wagner, saved through reading the tract my pastor had written and now here you are in my presence trying to get me back to the Lord." It worked. This young man is now 55 and is serving the Lord in a church here in Indianapolis.
First, he read it with disdain, knowing it came from the USA. Then, he read it with some interest. Then, he read it many times, and fell under deep conviction. He held it up and called out: "Is there anyone here who can help me understand this tract?" A Methodist minister was in the YMCA and heard his plea. He took the tract and led Kurt to the Lord.
Kurt went to Bible school and seminary. He became the pastor of two Methodist churches in the suburbs of Frankfurt. He built a four story building to take wayward young men off the streets and to reach them for the Lord.
My father went to visit Kurt in 1956. They were thrilled to pray together and rejoice in the things of the Lord. In 1960, a family in our church contacted Kurt to visit their 18-year-old soldier boy stationed in Frankfurt and who was out of fellowship with the Lord. This young man could hardly believe his eyes. He told Kurt: "All my life I have heard the name of Kurt Wagner, saved through reading the tract my pastor had written and now here you are in my presence trying to get me back to the Lord." It worked. This young man is now 55 and is serving the Lord in a church here in Indianapolis.
A real life story about angels
A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan.
While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point.
On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital.
Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time witnessed to him of the Lord Jesus Christ. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident.
Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, "Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards."
At this I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone out in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, "No sir, I was not the only person to see the guards. My five friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone."
At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day that this happened.
The missionary told the congregation the date and the man who interrupted told him this story: "On the night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here and I was preparing to go and play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?"
The men who had met together that day stood up. The missionary wasn't concerned with who they were--he was too busy counting how many men he saw. There were 26.
While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point.
On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital.
Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time witnessed to him of the Lord Jesus Christ. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident.
Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, "Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards."
At this I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone out in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, "No sir, I was not the only person to see the guards. My five friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone."
At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day that this happened.
The missionary told the congregation the date and the man who interrupted told him this story: "On the night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here and I was preparing to go and play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?"
The men who had met together that day stood up. The missionary wasn't concerned with who they were--he was too busy counting how many men he saw. There were 26.
My daughter was brutally murdered
In 1977, my eldest child - a daughter of eighteen, was brutally murdered by her husband (suspected--but never proven), and I was devistated. He had gotten her into the drug scene and later into prostitution. As a christian I had been praying for God to intervene, and when she was killed I blamed God and was angry at Him, feeling He could have prevented this--but didn't. For years I was plagued with all the question--why-why did this happen, why didn't God answer my prayers, why wasn't there justice. I prayed and prayed but could not find any peace. I began drinking and became an alcoholic and my husband who at the time was in the ministry, could not help me. One day God began dealing with me on His "unconditional love" and opened up my understanding as to its meaning. Not only this, but also His unconditional forgiveness. St. Luke 6:37 says "Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not, and ye shall not be condemed: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven:" I was able to turn all my anger, fear and resentments over to God at that point and the sweetest peace swept over me. I still have sadness when I remember all this, yet God is always present and I am able to let go. His love is sufficient. Thanks for letting me share.
A Testimony To The Love Of Jesus Christ
A Testimony To The Love Of Jesus Christ
My name is Rab Allan and I live in Kirriemuir, Scotland. I’m 28 years old, married with two sons, David, Robbie, and a daughter Talitha Rebekah. My wife Freda and I have been Christians since 1994. I became a Christian whilst in prison, after a life of violence, drug taking and abuse. I was brought up the youngest of a family of ten; six boys and four girls. Violence and drunkenness had always been a part of family life, with my father being an alcoholic, and my brothers following closely on his heels. Physical and mental abuse was rife in the family from my father, especially after a drinking bout, which was every day and night. I often saw my mother being beat up by my father, which just helped to fuel my anger and hatred towards him. Quite often I would beg my mother to divorce him, but to this day she never has. I can’t ever remember playing a game with my father like any other kid. I started in a life of crime as young as 12, with shoplifting and stealing cars. I was in a gang in my teens called the "Elm Street Grave Diggers", always fighting other gangs with anything that came to hand. I was eventually put on probation. It was during this time that I looked at my mother, and saw the worry that I was giving her, so I decided that I would never bring the police to her door again. My mother being of strong character never drank, or turned to drugs. After my commitment to stop the trouble, I became involved heavily with youth work, and became a figure within the community for fighting for the youth. As a member of one group we fought for a youth centre (which we got) to take the youth off the street. At the age of 17 I went to Africa on an expedition, to help build bridges and teach. On my return, I started again in the youth work, and worked with organisations such as The Princes Trust, Duke of Edinburgh and some others. My career in youth work seemed eminent. At 23 I was going steady with Freda, and we both started working at the youth centre which we had fought for, on a part time basis. After a short time, I was accused of theft and sacked. Knowing that these allegations were wrong, and being sacked from something that I loved doing, filled me with anger and complete bitterness. I then went into a vicious circle of drugs, crime, sex and violence, thinking that this is what life was all about. I became involved with some people who soon looked upon me as a leading figure, because of my ability to organise. Soon I was planning robberies and drug deals, and went deeper and deeper into despair. I tried to keep my hard man image up, and violence became a part of my life. Everything that I ever hated, I became. I was arrested and put on remand in prison for eight months, acquitted and within two months I was back in doing five years for assault with fire arms. After six months at Barlinnie, I was moved to Shotts, but whilst I was at Barlinnie, a minister appeared one day at my cell, and told me that a friend of mine said that I had an interest in the Bible, and asked if I would like to go to a Bible discussion. I impolitely told him no, until he mentioned tea and chocolate biscuits. This being unheard of in Barlinnie, I decided that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. When I was at the Bible discussions, I would sometimes try to put the minister down with silly comments about God, but one day I asked if I could have one of the Bibles and a booklet called "Ultimate Questions" by John Blanchard, which I was given. I tried many times to read them, but just could not understand what it was all about. So my life continued with drugs. Taking drugs for a high, and selling or swapping them for extra luxuries. After my transfer to Shotts, I thought that I would make a name for myself, and had threatened one of the officers that he was going to lose an eye. Such was the madness and insanity that I was living in, that I had no feelings for anyone, neither my family, friends nor myself for that matter. People to me were worth less than items. I had lost all respect for anyone or anything. My reputation had to be sustained at all costs. I thank God that He got to me before I got to that officer or anyone else. I was in my cell alone one evening after lock up. It was summer nights, so I had the light off, had put on some music, taken a trip (acid tablet) and waited for the trip to take effect. I never did get that trip. Instead, what I got was Jesus Christ. I heard a voice like a thought saying "turn on the light," but I refused to turn it on, preferring the darkness that I so much enjoyed. Several times I heard this thought, and eventually I turned on the light, not knowing that the light that the voice was speaking of was the light of Christ. I found myself on the floor amongst all the dirt, with the Bible and booklet that I had been given at Barlinnie. I read the booklet about five times, and didn’t know what it meant. Finally I was ready to give up when I noticed a small passage at the bottom of the page of "Ultimate Questions" which said that if I didn’t understand what the message was, to ask God to show me. So I decided to try, and I asked God to show me the meaning. I then read the booklet again, asking questions out loud, and I started getting answers. The Bible became alive, and Jesus revealed Himself to me in that lonely dark prison cell. I couldn’t comprehend how simple it was to be saved from hell. I asked Jesus to forgive me and come into my life, which He did. My whole cell glowed, and I also glowed. My experience of Jesus was similar to that of the Apostle Paul on the Damascus road. This took place over a period of about ten hours between Saturday and Sunday. On the Sunday morning, I requested for the first time in my life to go to church. When I got there, the minister was telling the story of the prodigal son returning to the father. That evening I returned to my Father. The road I was on led to death and destruction, and I was responsible for it. The road that I’m on now is the only way to Heaven and Eternal life. That Way is Jesus Christ. (John 14:6) You see He gave His life for you on a cross, to take the punishment of death that you rightly deserved. He was thrown in prison, tortured, spat on, mocked, whipped and crucified all for being innocent. Jesus was the Perfect Sacrifice. He was without sin, but took our sin upon Himself, but it doesn’t end there at the cross. After three days He rose again, showing that His death satisfied the penalty for our sins. Jesus is Alive. Don’t take my word for it. Take your own. Being a Christian isn’t an easy ride, but a more often a rough one, but we are given the peace and ability to endure the hard times when they come. I received Freedom whilst in prison, but you don’t need to be in a jail to be a prisoner. "If you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you WILL be saved." Romans 10:9 Maybe you can relate to this story. Maybe you too have been through the same abuse. Maybe you have been involved in crime, and were afraid to back out. It’s easy to put on a hard man image, but it’s hard to admit when you’re wrong. Maybe you're sick of being what everyone expects you to be. Well, God wants you as you are, and will accept you as you are.
If you were to die this evening, would you know where you are going? Do you want to know that you are going to Heaven? All who want to go to Heaven "must be Born Again." There is only one way to heaven. Jesus said "I am the Way, the Truth and the life, no man comes to the Father but by me." (John 14:2,6). Do you know the One who died on the cross for you? Jesus said "except a man be Born Again he cannot see the kingdom of God." (John3:3) What does He mean? He means a spiritual birth where a person confesses his sins to Jesus Christ and accepts Him as Saviour. I am not talking about religion. What I am talking about is a real and living relationship with a real, living and loving God. This is the Gospel. You don’t need fancy words to talk to God. After all, He knows more about you than you do. You could say this simple prayer with all your heart:
Lord Jesus Christ, I believe that you died for me. I acknowledge that I am a sinner and I can’t save myself. Please save me and forgive my sins. Lord take control of my life. Amen.
If you prayed this prayer with your heart, you are now a child of God. The Bible says "Let us not give up meeting together." Hebrews 10:25 therefore you should now tell someone of your commitment.
If you would like to know more about becoming a Christian, or, if you have recently become a Christian, and need someone to talk to, then you can contact me on: (01575) 575 943 Or you can E-mail me at: SoloCom@aol.com
My name is Rab Allan and I live in Kirriemuir, Scotland. I’m 28 years old, married with two sons, David, Robbie, and a daughter Talitha Rebekah. My wife Freda and I have been Christians since 1994. I became a Christian whilst in prison, after a life of violence, drug taking and abuse. I was brought up the youngest of a family of ten; six boys and four girls. Violence and drunkenness had always been a part of family life, with my father being an alcoholic, and my brothers following closely on his heels. Physical and mental abuse was rife in the family from my father, especially after a drinking bout, which was every day and night. I often saw my mother being beat up by my father, which just helped to fuel my anger and hatred towards him. Quite often I would beg my mother to divorce him, but to this day she never has. I can’t ever remember playing a game with my father like any other kid. I started in a life of crime as young as 12, with shoplifting and stealing cars. I was in a gang in my teens called the "Elm Street Grave Diggers", always fighting other gangs with anything that came to hand. I was eventually put on probation. It was during this time that I looked at my mother, and saw the worry that I was giving her, so I decided that I would never bring the police to her door again. My mother being of strong character never drank, or turned to drugs. After my commitment to stop the trouble, I became involved heavily with youth work, and became a figure within the community for fighting for the youth. As a member of one group we fought for a youth centre (which we got) to take the youth off the street. At the age of 17 I went to Africa on an expedition, to help build bridges and teach. On my return, I started again in the youth work, and worked with organisations such as The Princes Trust, Duke of Edinburgh and some others. My career in youth work seemed eminent. At 23 I was going steady with Freda, and we both started working at the youth centre which we had fought for, on a part time basis. After a short time, I was accused of theft and sacked. Knowing that these allegations were wrong, and being sacked from something that I loved doing, filled me with anger and complete bitterness. I then went into a vicious circle of drugs, crime, sex and violence, thinking that this is what life was all about. I became involved with some people who soon looked upon me as a leading figure, because of my ability to organise. Soon I was planning robberies and drug deals, and went deeper and deeper into despair. I tried to keep my hard man image up, and violence became a part of my life. Everything that I ever hated, I became. I was arrested and put on remand in prison for eight months, acquitted and within two months I was back in doing five years for assault with fire arms. After six months at Barlinnie, I was moved to Shotts, but whilst I was at Barlinnie, a minister appeared one day at my cell, and told me that a friend of mine said that I had an interest in the Bible, and asked if I would like to go to a Bible discussion. I impolitely told him no, until he mentioned tea and chocolate biscuits. This being unheard of in Barlinnie, I decided that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. When I was at the Bible discussions, I would sometimes try to put the minister down with silly comments about God, but one day I asked if I could have one of the Bibles and a booklet called "Ultimate Questions" by John Blanchard, which I was given. I tried many times to read them, but just could not understand what it was all about. So my life continued with drugs. Taking drugs for a high, and selling or swapping them for extra luxuries. After my transfer to Shotts, I thought that I would make a name for myself, and had threatened one of the officers that he was going to lose an eye. Such was the madness and insanity that I was living in, that I had no feelings for anyone, neither my family, friends nor myself for that matter. People to me were worth less than items. I had lost all respect for anyone or anything. My reputation had to be sustained at all costs. I thank God that He got to me before I got to that officer or anyone else. I was in my cell alone one evening after lock up. It was summer nights, so I had the light off, had put on some music, taken a trip (acid tablet) and waited for the trip to take effect. I never did get that trip. Instead, what I got was Jesus Christ. I heard a voice like a thought saying "turn on the light," but I refused to turn it on, preferring the darkness that I so much enjoyed. Several times I heard this thought, and eventually I turned on the light, not knowing that the light that the voice was speaking of was the light of Christ. I found myself on the floor amongst all the dirt, with the Bible and booklet that I had been given at Barlinnie. I read the booklet about five times, and didn’t know what it meant. Finally I was ready to give up when I noticed a small passage at the bottom of the page of "Ultimate Questions" which said that if I didn’t understand what the message was, to ask God to show me. So I decided to try, and I asked God to show me the meaning. I then read the booklet again, asking questions out loud, and I started getting answers. The Bible became alive, and Jesus revealed Himself to me in that lonely dark prison cell. I couldn’t comprehend how simple it was to be saved from hell. I asked Jesus to forgive me and come into my life, which He did. My whole cell glowed, and I also glowed. My experience of Jesus was similar to that of the Apostle Paul on the Damascus road. This took place over a period of about ten hours between Saturday and Sunday. On the Sunday morning, I requested for the first time in my life to go to church. When I got there, the minister was telling the story of the prodigal son returning to the father. That evening I returned to my Father. The road I was on led to death and destruction, and I was responsible for it. The road that I’m on now is the only way to Heaven and Eternal life. That Way is Jesus Christ. (John 14:6) You see He gave His life for you on a cross, to take the punishment of death that you rightly deserved. He was thrown in prison, tortured, spat on, mocked, whipped and crucified all for being innocent. Jesus was the Perfect Sacrifice. He was without sin, but took our sin upon Himself, but it doesn’t end there at the cross. After three days He rose again, showing that His death satisfied the penalty for our sins. Jesus is Alive. Don’t take my word for it. Take your own. Being a Christian isn’t an easy ride, but a more often a rough one, but we are given the peace and ability to endure the hard times when they come. I received Freedom whilst in prison, but you don’t need to be in a jail to be a prisoner. "If you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you WILL be saved." Romans 10:9 Maybe you can relate to this story. Maybe you too have been through the same abuse. Maybe you have been involved in crime, and were afraid to back out. It’s easy to put on a hard man image, but it’s hard to admit when you’re wrong. Maybe you're sick of being what everyone expects you to be. Well, God wants you as you are, and will accept you as you are.
If you were to die this evening, would you know where you are going? Do you want to know that you are going to Heaven? All who want to go to Heaven "must be Born Again." There is only one way to heaven. Jesus said "I am the Way, the Truth and the life, no man comes to the Father but by me." (John 14:2,6). Do you know the One who died on the cross for you? Jesus said "except a man be Born Again he cannot see the kingdom of God." (John3:3) What does He mean? He means a spiritual birth where a person confesses his sins to Jesus Christ and accepts Him as Saviour. I am not talking about religion. What I am talking about is a real and living relationship with a real, living and loving God. This is the Gospel. You don’t need fancy words to talk to God. After all, He knows more about you than you do. You could say this simple prayer with all your heart:
Lord Jesus Christ, I believe that you died for me. I acknowledge that I am a sinner and I can’t save myself. Please save me and forgive my sins. Lord take control of my life. Amen.
If you prayed this prayer with your heart, you are now a child of God. The Bible says "Let us not give up meeting together." Hebrews 10:25 therefore you should now tell someone of your commitment.
If you would like to know more about becoming a Christian, or, if you have recently become a Christian, and need someone to talk to, then you can contact me on: (01575) 575 943 Or you can E-mail me at: SoloCom@aol.com
A Testimony To The Love Of Jesus Christ
A Testimony To The Love Of Jesus Christ
My name is Rab Allan and I live in Kirriemuir, Scotland. I’m 28 years old, married with two sons, David, Robbie, and a daughter Talitha Rebekah. My wife Freda and I have been Christians since 1994. I became a Christian whilst in prison, after a life of violence, drug taking and abuse. I was brought up the youngest of a family of ten; six boys and four girls. Violence and drunkenness had always been a part of family life, with my father being an alcoholic, and my brothers following closely on his heels. Physical and mental abuse was rife in the family from my father, especially after a drinking bout, which was every day and night. I often saw my mother being beat up by my father, which just helped to fuel my anger and hatred towards him. Quite often I would beg my mother to divorce him, but to this day she never has. I can’t ever remember playing a game with my father like any other kid. I started in a life of crime as young as 12, with shoplifting and stealing cars. I was in a gang in my teens called the "Elm Street Grave Diggers", always fighting other gangs with anything that came to hand. I was eventually put on probation. It was during this time that I looked at my mother, and saw the worry that I was giving her, so I decided that I would never bring the police to her door again. My mother being of strong character never drank, or turned to drugs. After my commitment to stop the trouble, I became involved heavily with youth work, and became a figure within the community for fighting for the youth. As a member of one group we fought for a youth centre (which we got) to take the youth off the street. At the age of 17 I went to Africa on an expedition, to help build bridges and teach. On my return, I started again in the youth work, and worked with organisations such as The Princes Trust, Duke of Edinburgh and some others. My career in youth work seemed eminent. At 23 I was going steady with Freda, and we both started working at the youth centre which we had fought for, on a part time basis. After a short time, I was accused of theft and sacked. Knowing that these allegations were wrong, and being sacked from something that I loved doing, filled me with anger and complete bitterness. I then went into a vicious circle of drugs, crime, sex and violence, thinking that this is what life was all about. I became involved with some people who soon looked upon me as a leading figure, because of my ability to organise. Soon I was planning robberies and drug deals, and went deeper and deeper into despair. I tried to keep my hard man image up, and violence became a part of my life. Everything that I ever hated, I became. I was arrested and put on remand in prison for eight months, acquitted and within two months I was back in doing five years for assault with fire arms. After six months at Barlinnie, I was moved to Shotts, but whilst I was at Barlinnie, a minister appeared one day at my cell, and told me that a friend of mine said that I had an interest in the Bible, and asked if I would like to go to a Bible discussion. I impolitely told him no, until he mentioned tea and chocolate biscuits. This being unheard of in Barlinnie, I decided that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. When I was at the Bible discussions, I would sometimes try to put the minister down with silly comments about God, but one day I asked if I could have one of the Bibles and a booklet called "Ultimate Questions" by John Blanchard, which I was given. I tried many times to read them, but just could not understand what it was all about. So my life continued with drugs. Taking drugs for a high, and selling or swapping them for extra luxuries. After my transfer to Shotts, I thought that I would make a name for myself, and had threatened one of the officers that he was going to lose an eye. Such was the madness and insanity that I was living in, that I had no feelings for anyone, neither my family, friends nor myself for that matter. People to me were worth less than items. I had lost all respect for anyone or anything. My reputation had to be sustained at all costs. I thank God that He got to me before I got to that officer or anyone else. I was in my cell alone one evening after lock up. It was summer nights, so I had the light off, had put on some music, taken a trip (acid tablet) and waited for the trip to take effect. I never did get that trip. Instead, what I got was Jesus Christ. I heard a voice like a thought saying "turn on the light," but I refused to turn it on, preferring the darkness that I so much enjoyed. Several times I heard this thought, and eventually I turned on the light, not knowing that the light that the voice was speaking of was the light of Christ. I found myself on the floor amongst all the dirt, with the Bible and booklet that I had been given at Barlinnie. I read the booklet about five times, and didn’t know what it meant. Finally I was ready to give up when I noticed a small passage at the bottom of the page of "Ultimate Questions" which said that if I didn’t understand what the message was, to ask God to show me. So I decided to try, and I asked God to show me the meaning. I then read the booklet again, asking questions out loud, and I started getting answers. The Bible became alive, and Jesus revealed Himself to me in that lonely dark prison cell. I couldn’t comprehend how simple it was to be saved from hell. I asked Jesus to forgive me and come into my life, which He did. My whole cell glowed, and I also glowed. My experience of Jesus was similar to that of the Apostle Paul on the Damascus road. This took place over a period of about ten hours between Saturday and Sunday. On the Sunday morning, I requested for the first time in my life to go to church. When I got there, the minister was telling the story of the prodigal son returning to the father. That evening I returned to my Father. The road I was on led to death and destruction, and I was responsible for it. The road that I’m on now is the only way to Heaven and Eternal life. That Way is Jesus Christ. (John 14:6) You see He gave His life for you on a cross, to take the punishment of death that you rightly deserved. He was thrown in prison, tortured, spat on, mocked, whipped and crucified all for being innocent. Jesus was the Perfect Sacrifice. He was without sin, but took our sin upon Himself, but it doesn’t end there at the cross. After three days He rose again, showing that His death satisfied the penalty for our sins. Jesus is Alive. Don’t take my word for it. Take your own. Being a Christian isn’t an easy ride, but a more often a rough one, but we are given the peace and ability to endure the hard times when they come. I received Freedom whilst in prison, but you don’t need to be in a jail to be a prisoner. "If you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you WILL be saved." Romans 10:9 Maybe you can relate to this story. Maybe you too have been through the same abuse. Maybe you have been involved in crime, and were afraid to back out. It’s easy to put on a hard man image, but it’s hard to admit when you’re wrong. Maybe you're sick of being what everyone expects you to be. Well, God wants you as you are, and will accept you as you are.
If you were to die this evening, would you know where you are going? Do you want to know that you are going to Heaven? All who want to go to Heaven "must be Born Again." There is only one way to heaven. Jesus said "I am the Way, the Truth and the life, no man comes to the Father but by me." (John 14:2,6). Do you know the One who died on the cross for you? Jesus said "except a man be Born Again he cannot see the kingdom of God." (John3:3) What does He mean? He means a spiritual birth where a person confesses his sins to Jesus Christ and accepts Him as Saviour. I am not talking about religion. What I am talking about is a real and living relationship with a real, living and loving God. This is the Gospel. You don’t need fancy words to talk to God. After all, He knows more about you than you do. You could say this simple prayer with all your heart:
Lord Jesus Christ, I believe that you died for me. I acknowledge that I am a sinner and I can’t save myself. Please save me and forgive my sins. Lord take control of my life. Amen.
If you prayed this prayer with your heart, you are now a child of God. The Bible says "Let us not give up meeting together." Hebrews 10:25 therefore you should now tell someone of your commitment.
If you would like to know more about becoming a Christian, or, if you have recently become a Christian, and need someone to talk to, then you can contact me on: (01575) 575 943 Or you can E-mail me at: SoloCom@aol.com
My name is Rab Allan and I live in Kirriemuir, Scotland. I’m 28 years old, married with two sons, David, Robbie, and a daughter Talitha Rebekah. My wife Freda and I have been Christians since 1994. I became a Christian whilst in prison, after a life of violence, drug taking and abuse. I was brought up the youngest of a family of ten; six boys and four girls. Violence and drunkenness had always been a part of family life, with my father being an alcoholic, and my brothers following closely on his heels. Physical and mental abuse was rife in the family from my father, especially after a drinking bout, which was every day and night. I often saw my mother being beat up by my father, which just helped to fuel my anger and hatred towards him. Quite often I would beg my mother to divorce him, but to this day she never has. I can’t ever remember playing a game with my father like any other kid. I started in a life of crime as young as 12, with shoplifting and stealing cars. I was in a gang in my teens called the "Elm Street Grave Diggers", always fighting other gangs with anything that came to hand. I was eventually put on probation. It was during this time that I looked at my mother, and saw the worry that I was giving her, so I decided that I would never bring the police to her door again. My mother being of strong character never drank, or turned to drugs. After my commitment to stop the trouble, I became involved heavily with youth work, and became a figure within the community for fighting for the youth. As a member of one group we fought for a youth centre (which we got) to take the youth off the street. At the age of 17 I went to Africa on an expedition, to help build bridges and teach. On my return, I started again in the youth work, and worked with organisations such as The Princes Trust, Duke of Edinburgh and some others. My career in youth work seemed eminent. At 23 I was going steady with Freda, and we both started working at the youth centre which we had fought for, on a part time basis. After a short time, I was accused of theft and sacked. Knowing that these allegations were wrong, and being sacked from something that I loved doing, filled me with anger and complete bitterness. I then went into a vicious circle of drugs, crime, sex and violence, thinking that this is what life was all about. I became involved with some people who soon looked upon me as a leading figure, because of my ability to organise. Soon I was planning robberies and drug deals, and went deeper and deeper into despair. I tried to keep my hard man image up, and violence became a part of my life. Everything that I ever hated, I became. I was arrested and put on remand in prison for eight months, acquitted and within two months I was back in doing five years for assault with fire arms. After six months at Barlinnie, I was moved to Shotts, but whilst I was at Barlinnie, a minister appeared one day at my cell, and told me that a friend of mine said that I had an interest in the Bible, and asked if I would like to go to a Bible discussion. I impolitely told him no, until he mentioned tea and chocolate biscuits. This being unheard of in Barlinnie, I decided that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. When I was at the Bible discussions, I would sometimes try to put the minister down with silly comments about God, but one day I asked if I could have one of the Bibles and a booklet called "Ultimate Questions" by John Blanchard, which I was given. I tried many times to read them, but just could not understand what it was all about. So my life continued with drugs. Taking drugs for a high, and selling or swapping them for extra luxuries. After my transfer to Shotts, I thought that I would make a name for myself, and had threatened one of the officers that he was going to lose an eye. Such was the madness and insanity that I was living in, that I had no feelings for anyone, neither my family, friends nor myself for that matter. People to me were worth less than items. I had lost all respect for anyone or anything. My reputation had to be sustained at all costs. I thank God that He got to me before I got to that officer or anyone else. I was in my cell alone one evening after lock up. It was summer nights, so I had the light off, had put on some music, taken a trip (acid tablet) and waited for the trip to take effect. I never did get that trip. Instead, what I got was Jesus Christ. I heard a voice like a thought saying "turn on the light," but I refused to turn it on, preferring the darkness that I so much enjoyed. Several times I heard this thought, and eventually I turned on the light, not knowing that the light that the voice was speaking of was the light of Christ. I found myself on the floor amongst all the dirt, with the Bible and booklet that I had been given at Barlinnie. I read the booklet about five times, and didn’t know what it meant. Finally I was ready to give up when I noticed a small passage at the bottom of the page of "Ultimate Questions" which said that if I didn’t understand what the message was, to ask God to show me. So I decided to try, and I asked God to show me the meaning. I then read the booklet again, asking questions out loud, and I started getting answers. The Bible became alive, and Jesus revealed Himself to me in that lonely dark prison cell. I couldn’t comprehend how simple it was to be saved from hell. I asked Jesus to forgive me and come into my life, which He did. My whole cell glowed, and I also glowed. My experience of Jesus was similar to that of the Apostle Paul on the Damascus road. This took place over a period of about ten hours between Saturday and Sunday. On the Sunday morning, I requested for the first time in my life to go to church. When I got there, the minister was telling the story of the prodigal son returning to the father. That evening I returned to my Father. The road I was on led to death and destruction, and I was responsible for it. The road that I’m on now is the only way to Heaven and Eternal life. That Way is Jesus Christ. (John 14:6) You see He gave His life for you on a cross, to take the punishment of death that you rightly deserved. He was thrown in prison, tortured, spat on, mocked, whipped and crucified all for being innocent. Jesus was the Perfect Sacrifice. He was without sin, but took our sin upon Himself, but it doesn’t end there at the cross. After three days He rose again, showing that His death satisfied the penalty for our sins. Jesus is Alive. Don’t take my word for it. Take your own. Being a Christian isn’t an easy ride, but a more often a rough one, but we are given the peace and ability to endure the hard times when they come. I received Freedom whilst in prison, but you don’t need to be in a jail to be a prisoner. "If you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you WILL be saved." Romans 10:9 Maybe you can relate to this story. Maybe you too have been through the same abuse. Maybe you have been involved in crime, and were afraid to back out. It’s easy to put on a hard man image, but it’s hard to admit when you’re wrong. Maybe you're sick of being what everyone expects you to be. Well, God wants you as you are, and will accept you as you are.
If you were to die this evening, would you know where you are going? Do you want to know that you are going to Heaven? All who want to go to Heaven "must be Born Again." There is only one way to heaven. Jesus said "I am the Way, the Truth and the life, no man comes to the Father but by me." (John 14:2,6). Do you know the One who died on the cross for you? Jesus said "except a man be Born Again he cannot see the kingdom of God." (John3:3) What does He mean? He means a spiritual birth where a person confesses his sins to Jesus Christ and accepts Him as Saviour. I am not talking about religion. What I am talking about is a real and living relationship with a real, living and loving God. This is the Gospel. You don’t need fancy words to talk to God. After all, He knows more about you than you do. You could say this simple prayer with all your heart:
Lord Jesus Christ, I believe that you died for me. I acknowledge that I am a sinner and I can’t save myself. Please save me and forgive my sins. Lord take control of my life. Amen.
If you prayed this prayer with your heart, you are now a child of God. The Bible says "Let us not give up meeting together." Hebrews 10:25 therefore you should now tell someone of your commitment.
If you would like to know more about becoming a Christian, or, if you have recently become a Christian, and need someone to talk to, then you can contact me on: (01575) 575 943 Or you can E-mail me at: SoloCom@aol.com
Brian's Message
Brian's Message
This is a true story that occurred in 1994 and was told by Lloyd Glen.
Throughout our lives we are blessed with spiritual experiences, some of which are very sacred and confidential, and others, although sacred, are meant to be shared. Last summer my family had a spiritual experience that had a lasting and profound impact on us, one we feel must be shared. It's a message of love. It's a message of regaining perspective, and restoring proper balance and renewing priorities. In humility. I pray that I might, in relating this story, give you a gift my little son, Brian gave our family one summer day last year.
On July 22nd I was in route to Washington DC for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately. I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if they were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk. When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, "Mr. Glenn there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital. My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over.
Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital. My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital. By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.
The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was ok-two miracles, in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.
Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before. Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken, He said, "Daddy hold me," and he reached for me with his little arms.
By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine our gratitude and joy. As we took Brian home we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely. In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family. life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.
Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, "Sit down mommy. I have something to tell you."
At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed and he began his sacred and remarkable story.
"Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the "birdies" came.
"The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.
"Yes," he replied. "The birdies" made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. "They took care of me."
"They did?"
"Yes", he said. "One of the "birdies" came and got you. She came to tell you I got stuck under the door."
A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a three year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up in the air like birds that fly.
"What did the birdies look like?" she asked.
Brian answered. "They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white."
"Did they say anything?"
"Yes" he answered. They told me the baby would be all right."
"The baby?" my wife asked confused.
And Brian answered. "The baby laying on the garage floor." He went on, "You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave."
My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest and unrecognizable features, knowing he was already dead, she looked up around her and whispered, "Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can."
As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form.
"Then what happened?" she asked.
"We went on a trip." he said, "far, far away.." He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.
"We flew so fast up in the air." "They're so pretty Mommy" he added, "and there is lots and lots of "birdies". My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known.
Brian went on to tell her that the 'birdies' had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the "birdies". He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man the baby would be okay, but the man couldn't hear him. He said, "birdies told him he had to go with the ambulance, but they would be near him. He said, they were so pretty and so peaceful, and he didn't want to come back.
And then the bright light came. He said that the light was so bright and so warm, and he loved the bright light so much. Someone was in the bright light and put their arms around him, and told him, "I love you but you have to go back. You have to play baseball, and tell everyone about the birdies."
"Then the person in the bright light kissed him and waved bye-bye. Then whoosh, the big sound came and they went into the clouds."
The story went on for an hour. He taught us that "birdies" were always with us, but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, "I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The "birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much."
In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability.
Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the "birdies." Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.
I testify that the things that I have shared with you today are true.
More on this.
This is a true story that occurred in 1994 and was told by Lloyd Glen.
Throughout our lives we are blessed with spiritual experiences, some of which are very sacred and confidential, and others, although sacred, are meant to be shared. Last summer my family had a spiritual experience that had a lasting and profound impact on us, one we feel must be shared. It's a message of love. It's a message of regaining perspective, and restoring proper balance and renewing priorities. In humility. I pray that I might, in relating this story, give you a gift my little son, Brian gave our family one summer day last year.
On July 22nd I was in route to Washington DC for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately. I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if they were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk. When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, "Mr. Glenn there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital. My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over.
Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital. My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital. By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.
The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was ok-two miracles, in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.
Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before. Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken, He said, "Daddy hold me," and he reached for me with his little arms.
By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine our gratitude and joy. As we took Brian home we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely. In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family. life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.
Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, "Sit down mommy. I have something to tell you."
At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed and he began his sacred and remarkable story.
"Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the "birdies" came.
"The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.
"Yes," he replied. "The birdies" made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. "They took care of me."
"They did?"
"Yes", he said. "One of the "birdies" came and got you. She came to tell you I got stuck under the door."
A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a three year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up in the air like birds that fly.
"What did the birdies look like?" she asked.
Brian answered. "They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white."
"Did they say anything?"
"Yes" he answered. They told me the baby would be all right."
"The baby?" my wife asked confused.
And Brian answered. "The baby laying on the garage floor." He went on, "You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave."
My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest and unrecognizable features, knowing he was already dead, she looked up around her and whispered, "Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can."
As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form.
"Then what happened?" she asked.
"We went on a trip." he said, "far, far away.." He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.
"We flew so fast up in the air." "They're so pretty Mommy" he added, "and there is lots and lots of "birdies". My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known.
Brian went on to tell her that the 'birdies' had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the "birdies". He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man the baby would be okay, but the man couldn't hear him. He said, "birdies told him he had to go with the ambulance, but they would be near him. He said, they were so pretty and so peaceful, and he didn't want to come back.
And then the bright light came. He said that the light was so bright and so warm, and he loved the bright light so much. Someone was in the bright light and put their arms around him, and told him, "I love you but you have to go back. You have to play baseball, and tell everyone about the birdies."
"Then the person in the bright light kissed him and waved bye-bye. Then whoosh, the big sound came and they went into the clouds."
The story went on for an hour. He taught us that "birdies" were always with us, but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, "I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The "birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much."
In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability.
Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the "birdies." Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.
I testify that the things that I have shared with you today are true.
I'm Here!
I'm Here!
The Rogers are devout Christians who have built a strong family. The father has a special interest in the spiritual condition of each of his children and often would quiz them in order to know if they were sure of their salvation. Occasionally he would ask them to share in their own words about their relationship with Jesus Christ.
One day it was seven-year-old Jimmy's turn to express how he knew he had eternal life. Jimmy told his version: "I think it will be something like this in Heaven. One day when we all get to go to Heaven, it will be time for the big angel to read from the big book the names of all the people who will be there. He will come to the Rogers family and say, 'Daddy Rogers?' and Daddy will say, 'Here!' Then the angel will call out, 'Mommy Rogers?' and Mommy will say 'Here!' Then the angel will come down to call out Susie Rogers and Mavis Rogers, and they will both say, 'Here!' "
He paused, took a big deep breath and continued. "And finally that big angel will read my name, Jimmy Rogers, and because I'm little and maybe he'll miss me, I'll jump and shout real loud, 'Here!' to make sure he knows I'm there." Just a few days later there was a tragic accident. A car struck down little Jimmy Rogers as he made his way to catch the school bus. He was rushed by ambulance to the hospital, and all the family was summoned. He was in critical condition.
The little family group gathered around the bed in which little Jimmy now lay with no movement, no consciousness and no hope for recovery. The doctors had done all that was in their power. Jimmy would probably be gone by morning.
The family prayed and waited. Late in the night the little boy seemed to be stirring a bit. They all moved closer. They saw his lips move; just one word was all he uttered before he passed from this life. But what a word of comfort and hope for a grieving family he was to leave behind. In the clear voice of a little boy, loud and clear enough so all could hear and understand, little Jimmy Rogers said the one word:
"Here!'
And then he was gone to another life beyond this world, where a big angel was reading the names of all those written there.
The Rogers are devout Christians who have built a strong family. The father has a special interest in the spiritual condition of each of his children and often would quiz them in order to know if they were sure of their salvation. Occasionally he would ask them to share in their own words about their relationship with Jesus Christ.
One day it was seven-year-old Jimmy's turn to express how he knew he had eternal life. Jimmy told his version: "I think it will be something like this in Heaven. One day when we all get to go to Heaven, it will be time for the big angel to read from the big book the names of all the people who will be there. He will come to the Rogers family and say, 'Daddy Rogers?' and Daddy will say, 'Here!' Then the angel will call out, 'Mommy Rogers?' and Mommy will say 'Here!' Then the angel will come down to call out Susie Rogers and Mavis Rogers, and they will both say, 'Here!' "
He paused, took a big deep breath and continued. "And finally that big angel will read my name, Jimmy Rogers, and because I'm little and maybe he'll miss me, I'll jump and shout real loud, 'Here!' to make sure he knows I'm there." Just a few days later there was a tragic accident. A car struck down little Jimmy Rogers as he made his way to catch the school bus. He was rushed by ambulance to the hospital, and all the family was summoned. He was in critical condition.
The little family group gathered around the bed in which little Jimmy now lay with no movement, no consciousness and no hope for recovery. The doctors had done all that was in their power. Jimmy would probably be gone by morning.
The family prayed and waited. Late in the night the little boy seemed to be stirring a bit. They all moved closer. They saw his lips move; just one word was all he uttered before he passed from this life. But what a word of comfort and hope for a grieving family he was to leave behind. In the clear voice of a little boy, loud and clear enough so all could hear and understand, little Jimmy Rogers said the one word:
"Here!'
And then he was gone to another life beyond this world, where a big angel was reading the names of all those written there.
Monday, April 19, 2010
10 Lakhs Burger
It was a pleasant evening in the market of Sector 17 of the city beautiful: Chandigarh, in Punjab in Northern India. The place is known for its cleanliness and considered to be one of the best places in India. People come here in the evenings for a stroll , do shopping in various shops and refresh after a days work. The market contains every thing for the rich and the middle class. There are huge showrooms and the hawkers too including balloon seller for the kids who carries a long bamboo with lot many coloured balloons tied to it on his shoulders. I along with my friend, Harish were also having a stroll on that summer evening with the pleasant wind blowing and freshness in the air. We went from place to place, shop to shop, visited the Reebok, the Woodlands, the Macdonalds, had those spicy sweet corns, the delicious juice and then stood at a corner of the market watching beautiful peopleof the city beautiful. As we were standing a lottery seller came to us and stood smiling in front of us prompting us to buy a lottery ticket. He said smilingly, "Sahib lottery le low kismet chamak jayegi" (Sir buy a lottery ticket your luck will shine) Harish replied, "Hamari to aaj tak tambola mein kismet nahin chamki isme kya chamkegi"(Our luck did not turn up in the game of Tambola how can it shine in a lottery) The lottery seller said, "Sahib naseeb ka kuch bhi nahin pata hota kab, kahan, kaise aur kiska chamak jaaye koi nahin keh sakta"(Sir no one can predict luck. when, where, how and whose luck shines no one can say) I asked him the cost of the ticket to which he replied that it is for Rs 100/-only. I then asked him what money will we get if we win the ticket as it was written in big bold letters ‘RUPEES TWO CRORES' and followed by very small letters "worth of prizes". When we both saw the lottery ticket closely it was written ‘First prize Rs 1 crore'. After this the discussion between me and Harish started as follows which the lottery seller was hearing with full attention. Harish said that out of two crores we will be getting only Rs 1 crore since it is a marketing gimmick to attract the customers by displaying Rs 2 crores on the ticket so there is a clear loss of Rs 1 crore straightaway. I agreed and continued the discussion that out of Rs 1 crore left and after paying 30% as income tax we will be left with only Rs 70 lacs. For collecting this amount we have to hire a security group for bringing it from Assam where the lottery ticket will have to be claimed or by a bank draft in which the bank will charge 2 % commission so 1.4 lacs are gone further with remaining amount as 68.6 lacs. Seeing this money our children will stop studying and would plan their entrance to medical college based on capitation fee which is 30 lacs for the medical leaving us with Rs 38.6 lacs. We would have to give a lavish party to everyone in a 5 star hotel which would reduce the expenditure further by 3.6 lacs so now we are left with only Rs 35 lacs. If we get a lottery of Rs 1 crore we will definitely go in for at least a Mercedes Benz 250 D model which is itself of 25 lacs. Now we are left with Rs 10 lacs only. If we do not go around the world with our family after winning Rs 1 crore what will the people say so that would finish our 10 Lac rupees and we are ‘Than Than Gopal' now (Left with nothing) and back to square one. But to keep our self respect we will have to gift something to our near and dear ones, if to no one else but at least to our wife with an ornament worth about a lac . This is from our pocket and lot of other things also which we have not even catered for the unforeseen contingencies. Harish further substantiated the statement by saying that the risk of our kidnapping by the goons would be in addition and carry unnecessary tension. So it will be a heavy loss rather than a gain. When the discussion finished . Harish shouted at the lottery seller in Punjabi; "Too sada nuksaan karaan aaya hai ? Pajh jaa iththo di nahin te maar maar ke kookar bana davaanga" (You have come to put us to loss? Get lost from here or else I will hit you so hard that you will become a rooster) The lottery seller did not speak a word and vanished in thin air. We proceeded to have two chicken Mc Grillburgers of Rs 50 each from the MacDonalds once again out of that Rs 100 with which we were planning to buy a lottery ticket worth Rs 2 crore because anything spent on yourself is never wasted. A burger was thus of Rs 1 crore which we had that day with no tension involved in it . A wise decision which we took on that day indeed, of which we are proud of till
Thursday, April 15, 2010
உள்ளத்தின் ஓர் பிம்பம்..!!
நெடிய பிரிவுக்கு பின்தாய் விரல் இறுகப் பற்றும்மழலை போலதொலைந்து போனஎழுத்துச் சுவடுகள்தேடி வந்துவிரல் பிடித்துஉயிர்த்தெழகாத்திருக்கின்றன..தன் மழலை வாசம்தாயறிவதைப் போலஎன் எழுத்துகளின் வாசம்நானறியத் தலைப்படுகிறேன்...வெகு நாட்கள்முக்காடு இட்டுபுழுதி படிந்துஉறங்கிய சுவடுகள்அதன் மேனியெங்கும்மழலை கதக்கியபால் வாசனையை நினைவூட்டின..!மழலையால்கலைத்து போடப்பட்டவிளையாட்டு பொம்மை போலஆங்காங்கே சிதறிக்கிடக்கின்றனகவிக்கருக்கள்..!மறந்து போனாலும்நினைவூட்டியபடியே இருக்கின்றனஎன்றோ நட்டு வைத்த நட்புப் பூக்கள்..விடியலுக்காக ஏங்கும்குருவிக் குஞ்சின் மனதைப் போல்கவி வருகைக்காக ஏங்கித் தவிக்கும்உள்ளத்தின் ஓர் பிம்பம்..!!
Heaven N Hell
An American decided to write a book about famous churches around the world.So he bought a plane ticket and took a trip to china.On his first day he was inside a church taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read "$10,000 per call". The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 you could talk to God. The American thanked the priest and went along his way.Next stop was in japan. There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it.He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in china and he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was.She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 he could talk to God."O.K., thank you," said the American.He then traveled to pakistan, srilanka, russia, Germany and France.In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same "$10,000 per call" sign under it.The American, upon leaving Vermont decided to travel to up to India to see if Indians had the same phone.He arrived in India, and again, in the first church he entered, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read "One Rupee per call." The American was surprised so he asked the priest about the sign. "Father, I've traveled all over World and I've seen this same golden telephone in many churches. I'm told that it is a direct line to Heaven, but in the US the price was $10,000 per call. Why is it so cheap here?"The priest smiled and answered, "You're in India now, son - it'sa local call..!!
Save Human Life- Real Story
Dears,With deep pains (and tears in my eyes), I am sorry to inform You that yesterday morning, one of my dear friend's elder son (Mr. Aditya Suresh Joshi), age 19, studying in 1st year of engineering, died in Keshvani Hospital, Mumbai. He was admitted in Keshavani Hospital as burned patient. Reason4 days back this boy had gone to Amravati (One of the district place located in State of Maharashtra) on study tour. After their study was over, he, his classmates & his teachers, all of them were standing on "Badnera" railway station to catch the train. "Badnera" is the name of the railway station for "Amravati" city.As soon as they arrived on Badnera Railway station, many of them started taking pictures of their friends using "Mobile Phones" and/or "Digital Camera". One of them complained that, in his camera, he was not able to capture more number of friends in one frame. He was not able to catch the angle. Another boy suggested that let's climb on train boogie and take picture so that all of them can be accommodated in single frame. At that there was one goods wagon (all of them were oil tankers) train resting between 2 main railway lines. Kumar Aditya climbed up oil boogie. Above his head, 40,000 volts electrical line was passing through. As soon as he clicked the digital camera? 40,000 volt current passed through the camera flash light to his camera and then from his camera to his fingers and then from his fingers to his body. All this happened within fraction of minutes. Next moment he was thrown from the top. His body was half burned on the spot.At that time, his father (my friend) was traveling in Bangkok.. His many friends in Pune came to know about this via mobile SMS. They instantly arranged air ambulance in Amravati and his burned body was brought to Keshavani Hospital, Mumbai. I was told that this is the best hospital in Mumbai. For 1 and 1/2 day or so he was talking to his relatives. When he was admitted to the hospital, at that time only, doctor informed his relatives that don't keep great hopes. Because of lot of complex issues in half burned body? He died yesterday morning.Now how many of us are aware about this technological threats & dangers? Honestly, Kumar Aditya and his father was not aware. His family was not aware.. Our entire friend circle of more than 12,000, we were not aware. Now should we call ourselves as fully educated and fully knowledgeable people? Think of it. Please avoid mobile phones on petrol outlets. Please avoid talking on mobile phones while driving. I also know many of my friends who do not bother about this good suggestion and each one of them have opted for "Chalta Hai Yaar Attitude". Please avoid talking on mobile phones while they are in charging mode. Avoid charging mobile phones near Your bed and/or near wooden furniture. Avoid mobile phones near high voltage electrical lines like railway stations and use flash lights. My friend, his family members and we all friends learned our lesson with loss of young life. Now Would You like to empower Your friends about this accident so as to avoid future accidents? We can save human life by sending this information to everyone.
College Ragging - Students Lost Their Life ...
College Ragging - Students Lost their LifeRAGGING Ragging is a ill-treatment. Ragging is more commonly seen in colleges and schools. Now-a-days, ragging has become as a time-pass for college students and they do all kinds of things which hurt people and they even get to a point where they injure them badly. Mostly, college students are very scared because of ragging. A group of people join together and they call a girl or a boy and tell them to do unwanted things like swimming on the ground, speaking to unknown persons, etc. and these types of things are forced to do and they are called as ragging. Many of students are effected physically and mentally because of ragging. They hesitate to go to college because they are scared of ragging.Example 1: Akil a 19-year-old student of PSG college was ragged by five guys who are of the same college. One day the five guys entered Akil's room and they asked for 3000 rs, Akil was scared and he gave them 3000 rs. The five guys never stopped asking money and one fine day when they asked Akil for money, Akil refused to give money, so they hit him with the things they got and they have punched his eyes. The next day Akil and his parents went to the police commissioner and gave a complaint on that five guys. Unfortunately, the doctor who consulted Akil told him and the family that when Akil reaches his age of 25, he will lose his vision in one eye. This was a very shocking for Akil as well as his parents. Losing vision is not a simple thing. Akil lost vision by ragging.Example 2: Navarasu a medical student son of former Madras University vice-chancellor Ponnaiyan was ragged and killed. Navarasu was killed by his senior names, David. Navarasu was cut into pieces and this took place in a room when Navarasu was unconsciousness. This ragging event took place in Rajah Muthiah Medical College. It is surprising that nobody in the hostel had noticed this event when it happened. This event was also an unforgettable event which was caused by ragging. Navarasu was killed due to ragging.From these two examples people can notice how bad and stupid thing ragging is. In ragging, they go to any extent. There isno limitations in ragging. Most of the students are spoiled by ragging and they form a gag and they tease girls. Interestingly, some girls too get involved in ragging and they too tease all and they tell to do all sorts of things.Youngsters are mostly spoiled by ragging and they even spoil their own education. If youngsters think, they can stop ragging. Youngsters can do whatever they think. Youngsters should realize how danger ragging is because some have lost their lives because of ragging. So, let us all pray for the persons who were ragged and killed and from now on let us all, i.e. mainly youngsters, work on stopping ragging.Yours, Paramesh.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Nice story - Hospital window
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Best Story - Naming the baby
Once upon a time, in a tiny village in India, there lived Bholaram, the peasant and his wife, Seedhi. They were really simple-Minded. One morning :- Oh! We seem to have overslept today. Has the sun risen ?? asked Seedhi, yawning. Wait! I'll go and ask our neighbours.? Said Bholaram. Somehow, despite their foolishness, they managed to carry on. One fine day :- Dear Husband, we're going to have a baby. Said Seedhi. Really ? what kind ?? He asked. I don't know. She said, scratching her head. Stupid woman! We should find out.? He said, annoyed. Bholaram decided to consult a sage who lived in the forest. So, he went to the forest and reached the cave, in which the sage was meditating. Ah! There he is meditating in his cave.? He thought. Bholaram bowed deeply before the sage and asked :- Tell me, o wise one, what kind of baby will my wife have ?? But, the sage closed his eyes for a long time- Has he gone to sleep or what ?? thought Bholaram. Hmmm! mumered the sage in closed eyes, you wife will give birth to a boy or a girl.He replied. Oh! Thank You! You've solved our problem. Cried Bholaram, overjoyed and he rushed home pleased. After a few weeks later, his wife gave birth to a baby, then :- Ah! A baby boy ! cried his wife. How right the sage was! cried Bholaram. But, what should we name the baby ?? she asked. Such an important decision ! I must ask the sage about it.? Replied Bholaram. So, off he went to the forest once again to consult the sage. Then:- Tell me a name for my child, o wise one.? He asked, bowing before the sage. Come close! I'll put it in your hand. Said the sage.Bholaram stretched out his cupped hands to the sage's mouth :-Close your hands and run home quick!? said the sage. Yes, yes, I must not lose it! cried Bholaram. As he ran back, Bhola saw some farmers ploughing their fields. Why are you running ?? asked one of the farmers. I've got it ! I have got my son's name! he cried. As he looked up to answer them, he tripped and fell down on the ground. Then :- I've lost it! I've lost it! It's all your fault ! he cried. Come on, we?ll help you to find it.? Said one of the farmers coming towards him. What did it look like ?? asked the other farmer, coming towards him. How do I know ?? he said, ? I didn?t see it at all.? Anyway, let's search.Said the third farmer coming. So it was that the five men were groping on all fours on the road- Just then a wise old woman happened to pass that way, then- What are you looking for ?? she asked, looking at them curiously. His son's name. Replied on of the farmers, lifting his head up and looking at her. Name what was it like ?? she asked. ?We don?t know ?? said the other farmer. ?All we know is that it was in my hand and got lost when I fell down.? Said Bholaram. Hah! It's simply idiotic!? cried the old lady, laughing and went away. Thank you! cried Bholaram, pleased. And that is how Bholaram and Seedhi s son came to acquire his name. Simply Idiotic ! come and have your lunch! cried his mother, Seedhi from the kitchen. Yes, Mama. He cried from outside.
Best Story - Naming the baby
Once upon a time, in a tiny village in India, there lived Bholaram, the peasant and his wife, Seedhi. They were really simple-Minded. One morning :- Oh! We seem to have overslept today. Has the sun risen ?? asked Seedhi, yawning. Wait! I'll go and ask our neighbours.? Said Bholaram. Somehow, despite their foolishness, they managed to carry on. One fine day :- Dear Husband, we're going to have a baby. Said Seedhi. Really ? what kind ?? He asked. I don't know. She said, scratching her head. Stupid woman! We should find out.? He said, annoyed. Bholaram decided to consult a sage who lived in the forest. So, he went to the forest and reached the cave, in which the sage was meditating. Ah! There he is meditating in his cave.? He thought. Bholaram bowed deeply before the sage and asked :- Tell me, o wise one, what kind of baby will my wife have ?? But, the sage closed his eyes for a long time- Has he gone to sleep or what ?? thought Bholaram. Hmmm! mumered the sage in closed eyes, you wife will give birth to a boy or a girl.He replied. Oh! Thank You! You've solved our problem. Cried Bholaram, overjoyed and he rushed home pleased. After a few weeks later, his wife gave birth to a baby, then :- Ah! A baby boy ! cried his wife. How right the sage was! cried Bholaram. But, what should we name the baby ?? she asked. Such an important decision ! I must ask the sage about it.? Replied Bholaram. So, off he went to the forest once again to consult the sage. Then:- Tell me a name for my child, o wise one.? He asked, bowing before the sage. Come close! I'll put it in your hand. Said the sage.Bholaram stretched out his cupped hands to the sage's mouth :-Close your hands and run home quick!? said the sage. Yes, yes, I must not lose it! cried Bholaram. As he ran back, Bhola saw some farmers ploughing their fields. Why are you running ?? asked one of the farmers. I've got it ! I have got my son's name! he cried. As he looked up to answer them, he tripped and fell down on the ground. Then :- I've lost it! I've lost it! It's all your fault ! he cried. Come on, we?ll help you to find it.? Said one of the farmers coming towards him. What did it look like ?? asked the other farmer, coming towards him. How do I know ?? he said, ? I didn?t see it at all.? Anyway, let's search.Said the third farmer coming. So it was that the five men were groping on all fours on the road- Just then a wise old woman happened to pass that way, then- What are you looking for ?? she asked, looking at them curiously. His son's name. Replied on of the farmers, lifting his head up and looking at her. Name what was it like ?? she asked. ?We don?t know ?? said the other farmer. ?All we know is that it was in my hand and got lost when I fell down.? Said Bholaram. Hah! It's simply idiotic!? cried the old lady, laughing and went away. Thank you! cried Bholaram, pleased. And that is how Bholaram and Seedhi s son came to acquire his name. Simply Idiotic ! come and have your lunch! cried his mother, Seedhi from the kitchen. Yes, Mama. He cried from outside.
Nice thoughts
Among the attributes of God, although they are all equal, mercy shines with even more brilliancy than justice.– Miguel de CervantesIn Kerala, the state in South India from which I come, along the roadside there are stone parapets the height of a person’s head. When people need to rest from carrying heavy loads of rice or fruit on their heads, they stand next to the parapet and shift their load onto it.The Lord of Love who dwells in the hearts of all is the perennial parapet, standing at exactly the right height for each one of us. For those who are very selfish, he stands very tall to support an awesome load; for those who are average in selfishness, he stands about six feet high; and for the selfless, the parapet can hardly be seen because the burden is so light that almost no support is needed. Through the practice of meditation, we can gradually learn to shift our load into the Lord’s mighty arms.We like to think that we make big decisions and carry terrible responsibilities on our shoulders. Our shoulders are bent, our back gives us problems, and we are too tired to stand on our feet because of the mighty weight we try to bear. Few of us realize there is somebody standing with arms outstretched, just waiting to carry our burdens.When one part of my body does something, the other part does not feel miserable, because each knows that it belongs to the same body, and that the entire body is its reality. When I work with my mind, my feet do not feel miserable, because they have established their oneness with my mind….Unless and until we have realised others as our very own, we call them different personalities, different individualities. But if we can see and feel them inside ourselves as members of our own larger family, jealousy will disappear from our life of aspiration.”- Sri Chinmoy
Best Tamil Funny Story
ஒரு அழகான கிராமம்.அந்தக்கிராமத்தின் தலைவருக்கு ஒருபெண் இருந்தாள்..அவளைப் போல்ஒருஅழகிய பெண்னை யாரும்பார்த்ததும் இல்லைகேட்டதும்இல்லை.அந்தப் பெண் பக்கத்துகிராமத்தைச்சேர்ந்த ஒரு சாதாரண வாலிபனைக்காதலிக்க ஆரம்பித்துவிட்டாள்.இது தெரிந்ததும் மொத்தகிராமமும் அந்தக் காதலைஎதிர்க்க ஆரம்பித்தது.இதனால்வேறு வழிதெரியாத காதல் ஜோடி ஊரைவிட்டு ஒடதீர்மானித்து ஒருநாள் யாருக்கும் தெரியாமல்காணாமலும் போய்விட்டனர்.உடனேஊரே சேர்ந்து காதல் ஜோடியைத்தேடியது. இருந்தும் அவர்களால்கண்டு பிடிக்கவேமுடியவில்லை.அதன் பிறகு அவர்கள்அந்த்க்காதலை ஏற்றுக்கொள்ள முடிவுசெய்து செய்தித்தாளில்விளம்பரமும்கொடுத்தனர்.அதைப்பார்த்தகாதல் ஜோடி உடனே ஊர்திரும்பியது. சந்தோஷப் பட்டஊர்மக்கள் அந்தக்காதல் ஜோடிக்கு பிரமாண்டமானமுறையில்திருமணம் செய்யமுடிவு செய்தனர்.திருமணத்திற்குத் தேவையானபொருட்களைவாங்கநகரத்திற்குச்சென்றிருந்தனர்.அப்போதுஎதிர்பாராதவிதமாக ஒரு லாரிமோதி அந்த வாலிபன் அந்தப் பெண்எதிரிலேயேஉயிர்துறந்தான்.உடனே அந்தப்பெண்னும்மனநிலைபாதிக்கப்பட்டாள்.ரொம்ப நாட்களுக்குப்பிறகுநினைவு திரும்பிய அந்தப் பெண்குடும்பத்தினருடன்வசித்துவந்தாள். திடீரென்று ஒரு நாள்அப்பெண்னின் தாய் ஒரு கனவுகண்டாள்.அதில் ஒரு தேவதை தோன்றி அவள்மகள் அவளுடையகாதலன் நினைவாகவைத்திருக்கும் உடையில்இருக்கும்இரத்த்க் கறையைஉடனே துவைக்க வேண்டும்என்றது,இல்லா விட்டால்மோசமானவிளைவுகள்ஏற்படும் என்றும் எச்சரிக்கைசெய்தது.அவள் தாய் கனவை மதிக்கவில்லை.அடுத்த நாள் அதேதேவதை அந்தப் பெண்னின்தந்தையிடமும் கனவில்எச்சரித்தது.ஆனால் அவரும்அதைக் கண்டுகொள்ளவில்லைஅடுத்த நாள் அப்பெண்னின்கனவிலேயே தோன்றிஎச்சரித்தது.அவள் உடனேதாயிடம் கனவைப் பற்றிக்கூறினாள். அதன் பிறகே அதன்முக்கியத்துவம்உணரப்பட்டது.அவள் தாய்அதைதுவைக்கக் கூறினாள்.உடனே அந்தப் பெண்னும்அதைத்துவைத்தாள்.இருந்தும் தேவதைமறுபடியும் அடுத்த நாள்கனவில்வந்து கறை சரியாகப்போகவில்லைஎன்றுஎச்சரித்தது.மறுபடியும் அப்பெண்அத்துணியைத்துவைத்தாள்.இருந்தும்கறைபோகவில்லை.அடுத்த நாள் காலையில்அழைப்புமணி ஒலிக்கவே அந்தப்பெண் கதவைத்திறந்தாள்.அப்போது கனவில்வரும் அதே பெண் நின்றுகொண்டிருந்தாள். அவள் முகம்கனவில் வருவதைப்போல் கனிவாகஇல்லாமல்வெளிறிப் போய் இருந்தது.உடனேஇவள் பயத்தினால்அலறினாள்.அந்தத் தேவதை கோபத்துடன்கூறியது,"லூசாடி நீ!,ஸர்ப்எக்ஸல் போடு கறை போயிடும்"என்றது.இதைப் படித்ததும் உடனேஎன்னைஉதைக்கத் தோணுமே உங்களுக்கு!நானே இதை எனக்குஅனுப்பியவரைத்தேடிக்கிட்டுஇருக்கேன்
Do You Love someone Like this?
A girl and guy were dispatch over 100 mph on the alley on a motorcycle...Girl: Slow down. Im scared.Guy: No this is fun.Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!Guy: Afresh acquaint me you love me.Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!Guy: Now accord me a BIG hug.Girl hugs himGuy: Can you booty my helmet off & put it on yourself? Its bugging me.In the cardboard the abutting day :( A motorcycle had comatose into a building because of anchor failure. Two bodies were on it, but alone one had survived.The accuracy was that center bottomward the road, the guy accomplished that his brakes broke, but he didn't appetite to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & acquainted her hug him one after-most time, afresh had her abrasion his helmet so that she would alive alike admitting it meant that he would die.If there is anyone in activity you love this much, amuse accelerate this. Forward this to all your acceptable accompany on-line to appearance them that you care.
Love Begins, Grows, Ends...
This is a love story that u will never forget...He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.. Suddenly he asked the waiter: "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby?He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea,I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes.She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home.. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee.Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication!I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you.Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?It's sweet. She replied.love is not 2 forgetbut 2 forgivenot 2 c but understandnot 2 hear but 2 listennot 2 let go but HOLD ON !!!!Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.
Moral Story
In a poor zoo of India , a lion was frustrated as he was offered not more than 1 kg meat a day.One day the lion thought it's prayers were answered when a US Zoo Manager visited the zoo and requested the zoo management to shift the lion to a US zoo. The lion was pleased and started thinking of a central A/C environment, a goat or two every day and a US Green Card . On it's first day after arrival, the lion was offered a big bag, sealed very nicely, for breakfast. It opened the bag quickly but was shocked to see that it contained only a few bananas. Controlling its anger, the lion thought that may be they cared too much for him as they were worried about his stomach as he had recently shifted from India . The next day the same thing happened.On the third day again the same food bag of bananas was delivered. Now the lion was furious. It stopped the delivery boy and blasted him, "Don't you know, I am the lion...King of the Jungle....What's wrong with your management? What nonsense is this ? Why are you delivering bananas to me ?"The delivery boy politely said, "Sir, I know you are the King of the Jungle but....do you know that you have been brought here on a Monkey's visa!!!Moral: Better to be a Lion in India than a Monkey elsewhere!!!
Love Story
This is a love story that u will never forget...He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.. Suddenly he asked the waiter: "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby?He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea,I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes.She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home.. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee.Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication!I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you.Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?It's sweet. She replied.love is not 2 forgetbut 2 forgivenot 2 c but understandnot 2 hear but 2 listennot 2 let go but HOLD ON !!!!Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.
NEVER BE SHY TO SAY UR LOVE THAT U LOVE HER/HIM
10th GradeAs I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next tome. She was my so-called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like that. And I knew it. After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them toher. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.11th GradeThe phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks," and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.12th GradeThe day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick," she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither ofus had dates we would go together just as "best friends," so we did. Prom night after everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why... Graduation DayA day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyonewent home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "You're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why…A Few Years LaterNow, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, now. I watched her say, "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, "You came!" She said, "thanks!" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...Funeralyears passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my best friend." At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me…I wish I did too…I thought to myself, and I cried.NEVER BE SHY TO SAY UR LOVE THAT U LOVE HER/HIM
Funny, but a good story...
A middle aged woman had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital.While on the operating table she had a near death experience. Seeing God She asked "Is my time up?" God said, "No, you have another 43 years, 2 months and 8 days to live." Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a Facelift, liposuction, and a tummy tuck. She even had someone come in and change her hair color.Since she had so much more time to live, she figured she might as well make the most of it. After her last operation, she was released from the hospital. While crossing the street on her way Home, she was killed by an ambulance. Arriving in front of God, she demanded, "I thought you said I had another 40 years? Why didn't you pull me from out of the path of the ambulance?"God replied,"I didn't recognize you."
A Good Story... Daughter and Dad
A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was addressed "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:-Dear Dad,It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old these days is it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship, don't you agree? Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how totake care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.Your loving daughter,Rosie.At the bottom of the page were the letters"PTO"Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read. PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor’s house.I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than myreport card that's in my desk centre drawer Please sign it and callwhen it is safe for me to come home. I love you.
Nice Story - biggest weakness 2 biggest strength
A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move. Sensei,"(Teacher in Japanese) the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?""This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied. Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult,but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boyappeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out.He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened."No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue." Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and everymatch. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind."Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?""You won for two reasons," the sensei answered."First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.
Quite Funny story
Once upon a time there was a Prince who, through no fault of his own was cast under a spell by an evil witch. The curse was that the Prince could speak only one word each year. However, he could save up the words so that if he did not speak for a whole year, then the following year he was allowed to speak two words. (This was before the time of letter writing or sign language…No further questions!!)One day he met a beautiful princess (ruby lips, golden hair, sapphire eyes) and fell madly in love. With the greatest difficulty he decided to refrain from speaking for two whole years so that he could look at her and say "my darling". But at the end of the two years he wished to tell her that he loved her.Because of this, he waited three more years without speaking (bringing the total number of silent years to 5).But at the end of these five years, he realized that he had to ask her to marry him. So he waited ANOTHER four years without speaking.Finally, as the ninth year of silence ended, his joy knew no bounds.Leading the lovely princess to the most secluded and romantic place in that beautiful royal garden the prince heaped a hundred red roses on her lap, knelt before her, and taking her hand in his, said huskily, "My darling, I love you! Will you marry me?" And the princess tucked a strand of golden hair behind a dainty ear, opened her sapphire eyes in wonder, and parting her ruby lips, said:scroll down..............Well, guess what she said .................come on, guess what could she havesaid.........................well, she said.............."Pardon?"
Little Boy story
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 playwith 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 withmy 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 totallydifferent 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.
Shalini - Love story
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I cannot describe herbeauty in the limited time I have here. I was 23 and fresh out of college,when I saw her. I don't know if it was the hormones but I loved her atfirst sight. She was the girl of my dreams.It is said that matches our made in heaven. It was sheer destiny that wewere traveling to Chennai on the same train, The Niligiri Express. We werein the same compartment, S1 and were seated next to each other, 25 and 26.It was an amazing coincidence as my ticket had been confirmed only at thelast minute."Hi, my name is Shalini," she introduced herself with a beaming smile. Shestretched out her right hand. I was shivering when I shook it."I am Arjun," I said and added, "Pleased to meet you."She had a serene, innocent face; the face of the kind of person who getsbullied in school. The image of a woman who couldn't hurt a fly if shewanted to."How old are you?" I blurted out. It was the worst question to ask a womanbut I was a nervous wreck and I wanted to talk to this woman.She smiled at me and said, "Never ask a man his salary and a woman herage." "I'm so sorry. I don't..." My tongue adamantly stuck to the roof of mymouth"No, it is okay. Let us say, I will be sixty seven in 2050."I worked out the math. She was twenty two. I was twenty three. It wasperfect! A match made in heaven."Do you have a crush on me?" she asked."What? How could you ask...?""Do you have a crush on me or not?" she asked emphasizing on 'crush'."To tell you the truth, yes," I said meekly."It's okay. You can be bold about it. I'll tell you a little secret."She pulled my ear next to her mouth and whispered, "I think you areattractive. I might even love you"I turned pink the next moment."Hey you believed me, didn't you? April fool, go to school. Tell yourteacher, you are a fool," she shouted. She laughed at the top of her voice.I checked my watch. It was April 1st, 2005 and I had been made a jackass.I didn't want to look at the woman's face again. I loved her but I hatedher for what she had done. I turned to the opposite side and stared out ofthe window.She noticed my sulking face."Hey, don't get mad at me. It was a joke. That's all. I'm sorry," she said.I didn't look at her and didn't reply."Okay. What can I do to compensate?" "You could sing a song for me," I said softly. I wanted to know how wellmy girl could sing."Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you." She stood up and went tothe centre of the compartment."Friends, we have a birthday boy in our midst. I want all of you to wishhim happy birthday."The entire compartment including the TTE (Train Ticket Examiner) wassinging "Happy birthday to Arjun."She took out a vegetable sandwich from her bag. She said that it was asubstitute for a cake. I cut the sandwich and gave her the first piece.She removed the tomato and cucumber from the sandwich. She pasted thecucumber and tomato all over my face. I distributed the remaining bits ofthe sandwich to everyone in the compartment. It was the best birthday Ihad ever had.When all the euphoria died I asked her, "How did you know that it was mybirthday?"She pointed to the card on top of my bag."Will you make a birthday resolution for me?" she asked."Sure. Tell me.""Promise to always smile because life presents too many opportunities tocry. And you look ugly when you are sad.""It is a promise." I rested my palm on top of hers.The perfectly romantic scene was disturbed by a child's cry coming fromthe adjoining apartment. She took her hand off mine. I thought, "Damn,tough luck."She went to the next compartment to see what the problem was. The boy wastwo years old and his mother was not to be found. Nobody seemed to careabout the boy.She carried the boy in her arms and brought him to our compartment. Shecajoled the boy by singing a lullaby for him. She had a sweet voice; thevoice of a nightingale."I love kids," she said. "I love kids, too," I replied, eager to show we had similar tastes.The boy did not stop crying. He appeared to be terrified of us. His motherwas nowhere to be seen."You don't like songs. Okay, I will tell you a story. Once upon a time, ina faraway land, there lived a king."The boy listened intently for a second but started crying as soon as shepaused."Hey, relax. Give me time to think of a story. You are an impatient baby.In this land...""I will look for the boy's mother," I said. She nodded her head.I found the boy's mother, two compartments away. She had gone there tomeet a friend. She had forgotten about her kid.When we came back to S1, we found the boy sound asleep in Shalini's lap.She had used all her powers of persuasion to make him feel secure in herlap."I want to thank...""Shh...Your son is sleeping. Don't disturb him," she whispered to theboy's mother and gave the boy to her."Do you want the Nobel peace prize?" I asked her cynically."I love people. When I am around, the people around me should be happy.That is my philosophy in life," she said, sincerely.It made me feel small and stupid in front of her. I began to rethink aboutmy mission in life. Should I be a priest? No, can't marry her. Socialworker, peace activist...maybe.We heard a voice in the distance shouting "Is there a doctor on thistrain?""Dr. Shalini, here. How can I help you?" she shouted back.We waited to see the face of the voice we had heard. It was aco-passenger, a bearded man who seemed anxious."Doctor, my father is serious. Please do something.""Come with me. You could be of help," she told me. She caught hold of myarm and guided me along the compartment. I had absolutely no say in thematter. Oh! The power of women! The old man was in a grave condition. His breathing was heavy and he wascoughing profusely. He seemed ready to make peace with god. "Open thewindows," she told me. I opened all the windows to allow fresh air to comein."Hold him up for me," she instructed.I made the old man sit up. She took out her stethoscope and checked hisheartbeat. She checked his pulse for variations.I watched her lovingly as she worked her magic on the old man. She was sosoft and tender with people. Whether it was a little boy or an old man,she had so much affection for them. Unbelievably, the old man was normalwithin half an hour. His son didn't have enough words to thank Shalini."He is okay now. Don't disturb him. Let him sleep well," she instructedhim."I never expected you to be a doctor," I said."Men always think that beautiful women don't have brains."I didn't know how to reply to that remark. Did she mean that she wasbeautiful, or brainy or both. One can never understand a woman's mind. So,I diverted the conversation."What made you become a doctor?" I asked."A lot of things. It was my father's dream. Above all else, it gives methe power to make people smile; the power to save lives.""Will you marry me?" I asked, spontaneously. I had never been more sure ofmyself."Is this April fool?""No. I am serious. See, I know that I am unemployed. I am not even aseducated as you. I don't even look good. I have no caliber. But I loveyou. Will you marry me?""You know nothing about me. I don't like commitments. I live every daylike it is my last.""If you marry me, I will live everyday like it is my first."She closed her beautiful eyes. She took a deep breath and thought for amoment. The suspense was killing. "God, why didn't I meet you earlier," she said.I had no time to reply. The doors to my mouth were sealed by her lips. Ithought that my head was immersed in the clouds. The people in mycompartment pretended to close their eyes. But I could see the men lookingat me with envy through the corner of their eyes. It was the mostbeautiful moment of my life. It still is the most beautiful.The train came to a screeching halt. We had reached Tirupur station. Itwas hard to believe that so much had happened in two hours.There are some moments in life which you can remember even in your sleep.For me, it was what happened at Tirupur railway station. It redefined mylife forever."I am hungry. Get me something to eat," said Shalini. She dug into herleather handbag and brought out twenty rupees."It's okay. I have money. What do you want?""Get me Strawberry milk to drink. And honey, I love you," she said,earnestly.We hugged again. For the last time.The milk booth was about hundred feet from S1. It gave me time to thinkabout the sudden changes in my life. My parents were conservative people.I had to convince them about Shalini. If they agreed, good. If not, whocares? I loved Shalini more than my parents. My thoughts were disrupted by the sound of an explosion. It sounded likethe aggregation of a thousand thunders. The impact of the explosion threwme off my feet. I turned to look at the train. S1, S2 and S3 had beenreduced to pieces, like waste in a manufacturing process.My only thought was about Shalini. I ran towards where S1 had previouslybeen. I searched for her amidst the corpses. All I could find were severedhands, burnt flesh and a fresh stream of blood. Not a single body wasidentifiable in the three compartments.Who on earth could do such a cruel thing, I wondered. I swore that I wouldget even with the people who had taken my beloved Shalini's life. I weptlike a little boy who had lost his favorite toy. Amidst the tears, Ithought about the two hours I had spent with Shalini. Something she hadsaid had struck me as strange."You know nothing about me. I live everyday like it is my last. God, Iwish I had met you earlier." "Could it be Shalini," I wondered. "No, notShalini. She had too innocent a face to do such a dastardly act. Besides,she was a doctor. And they know the value of a human life," I reasoned tomyself. The next morning, my worst fears were confirmed. A newspaper report said,"A twenty two year old doctor named Shalini had committed suicide on theNiligiri express. She had taken the lives of hundred people with her. Thereasons for the attack are unknown."I never understood the reasons for the attack. It could have been personalor ideological. All I can still remember is her face, how innocent itlooked. How she made everyone around her happy. How she showed love andcare to kids and old men alike.That face was a mask. Beneath the benevolent mask, was the true Shalini. Ahard-nosed, sadistic, terrorist capable of sacrificing human life tosatisfy her selfish needs.She truly changed my life. From then on, I realized that every human wearsa mask which he develops over a period of time. It is the mask which isexposed to the world. Beneath that mask, after layers of deceit there liesthe true nature of each individual. This real person in each one of us isintricately more fascinating than any figment of wild imagination.Shalini's mask was my first love. I will always love her.
Little Boy - Kidnap story
Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his motherwas making dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was agood time to tell hismother what he wanted."Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." Little Bobby wasa bit of atroublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school andat home. Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for hisbirthday. Little Bobby, ofcourse, thought he did.Bobby's mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behaviorover the last year."Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you havebehaved this year.Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday." Little Bobby stomped up the steps to hisroom and sat down to write God a letter. Letter 1Dear God,I have been a very good boy this year and I would likea bike for my birthday. I want a red one.Your friend,BobbyBobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been avery good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.>>Letter 2Dear God,This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I wouldlike a red bike for my birthday.Thank you.Your friend BobbyBobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he toreup the letter andstarted again.>>Letter 3Dear God,I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike for my birthday.BobbyBobby knew he could not send this letter to Godeither. So, Bobby wrote a fourth letter.>> Letter 4God,I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be agood boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday.Please!Thank you,BobbyBobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was notgoing to get him a bike.Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that hewanted to go to church. Bobby's mother thought herplan had worked, asBobby looked very sad."Just be home in time for dinner," Bobby's mother told him.Bobby walked down the street to the church on thecorne . Little Bobby wentinto the church and up to the altar. He looked aroundto see if anyone wasthere. Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of theMary. He slipped thestatue under his shirt and ran out of the church, downthe street, intothehouse, and up to his room. He shut the door to hisroom and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Bobby began to write hisletter to God.>>Letter 5God,I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HERAGAIN, SEND THE BIKE!!!!!!!!!!
Kargil Soldier Story
A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Kargil. He called his parents from Delhi."Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friendI'd like to bring home with me.""Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him.""There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurtpretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind & lost an armand aleg. He has nowhere else to go, & I want him to come live with us.""I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere tolive.""No, Mom & Dad, I want him to live with us.""Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someonewith such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We've our ownlives to live, & we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothingmore from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from theJ&K police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they weretold. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parentsflew to Sri Nagar and were taken to the city morgue to identify thebody of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they alsodiscovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm andone leg.The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to lovethose who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't likepeople who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We wouldrather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.
Secret of Happy married Life
A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary. Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town-"What a peaceful & loving couple".A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage. "Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the man."We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip down to the bottom on the canyon by horse. We hadn't gone too far when my wife's horse stumbled. My wife said, "That's once"."We proceeded a little further and the horse stumbled again. Once more my wife said, 'That's twice.' "We hadn't gone a half-mile when the horse stumbled the third time. My wife quietly removed a revolver from her purse and shot the horse dead."I started an angry protest over her treatment of the horse; while I was shouting, she looked at me, and said, "That's once"." And we lived happily ever after"
WorldWar 1 - Soldier
Horror gripped the heart of a World War-I soldier, as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. The soldier asked his Lieutenant if he could go out to bring his fallen comrade back."You can go," said the Lieutenant," but don't think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away."The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously, he managed to reach his friend, hoisted him onto his shoulder and brought him back to their company's trench.The officer checked the wounded soldier, and then looked kindly at his friend. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded.""It was worth it, Sir," said the soldier."What do you mean by worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. "Your friend is dead.""Yes Sir," the soldier answered, "but it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive and I had the satisfaction of hearing him say..."Jim... I knew you'd come."------------------------------------------Many times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not, really depends on how u look at it. Take up all your courage and do something your heart tells you to do so that you may not regret not doing it later in your life..
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