How To dance In The Rain

 

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his
80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.

 

He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

 

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be
over an hour before someone would be able to see him.

 

I saw him looking at his watch, and decided, since I was not busy
with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

 

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got
the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

 

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

The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home
to eat breakfast with his wife.

I inquired as to her health; he told me that she had been there for
a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.

 

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

 

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

 

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

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me, but
I still know who she is'.

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

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

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an
acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is
one that comes along that has an important message.

This one I thought I could share with you.

 

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the best of everything they have.

 

I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did.

 

'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,
But how to dance in the rain.

If Someone Loves You Like This...

If Someone Loves You Like This..
You Will Never Fall In Trouble ......


She said that she wanted to get high.
He took her to the tallest hill in town.


She said that she wanted to stay up All night and drink.
He gave her a 12 pack of caffeinated Pepsi and said "drink up."


She said that she wanted to shoot Herself in the face.
He gave her a water gun, put her finger On the trigger, aimed it at her face, and Helped her pull the trigger.


She said that she wanted to cut herself.
He took a Polaroid of her, handed it to Her along with scissors, and had her cut it up.


She said that she wanted to see her blood.
He took her to get her ears pierced.


She said that she wanted to cry herself to sleep.
He had her watch a sad, romantic movie before bed.


She said that she wanted to be alone.
He gave her a name tag that said "my Name is: alone."


If Someone Loves U Like This..
He/She will Keep You happy Even if You Want To Fall In Trouble.

I wish as i feel you feel the same too

Do you know how many feelings i carry in my heart,
how do i end my day and how do i start.
Missing you and longing 4 u is all i can do,
but i wish as i feel you feel the same too.

Do you know how many unspoken words i wanna say,
how can i say i keep on finding the ways.
Loving you and praying 4 you is all i can do
but i wish as i feel you feel the same too.

Do you know how many dreams i have in my eyes,
how can i fulfill them i keep on telling the lies.
Preaching you and caring 4 you is all i can do,
but i wish as i feel you feel the same too.

Do you know how much pain is deep in my soul,
how do i bear them and keep trying to come out of the whole,
Searching you and urging 4 u is all i can do
but i wish as i feel you feel the same too.

Do you know how much I LOVE YOU,
i wanna tell but unable to do.
Missing u, loving u, preaching u, searching u , wat else i can do,
I wish as i feel you feel the same too........

Sometimes Somewhere...

 

sometimes in life we feel so blue,
but someone somewhere is not happy as u...

somewhere far at the border when a soldier sleeps,
missing his loved ones, he silently weeps...

somewhere a mother painfully sighs coz,
her new born baby didn't open her eyes...

somewhere a poor dad cries,
to see his son begging 4 a bowl of rice...

somewhere an orphan girls is sad,
when she misses her mom n dad..

so at times a reason to smile u may not have any,
say to yourself that u r happier than many...

coz life is beautiful n its not always blue..
n someone somewhere is not happy as u !!

An Artist Or A Thief

Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.

If you were a painting,
No colors could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.

If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.

If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.

So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief.

Never Lose Hope

Hope is a precious commodity.

It fuels our drive. It gives us the courage

to continue through any struggle.

Hope gives us the desire to face

another day, to strive to overcome

it's challenges and work for new ones.

Hope gives us glimpses of tomorrow,

of the possibilities that lie in our future

and of the paths we need to travel.

Hope lightens our steps when the

road is strewn with obstacles,

and helps us decide on our route.

Hope puts a smile on our face

and a glimmer in our eyes.

Hope let's us see love as it blooms.

Never lose faith in your abilities,

trust the instincts you have inside,

they will guide you through your journey.

And always have hope.

Always look to the future.

Always believe that the best is out

there for you to find.

Never lose your hope.

Never lose the faith you have in

who you are.

Because with that faith in yourself,

lies the essence of your hope.

GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

          

        The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

         I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"

         I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!"  and she gave me a giant squeeze.

           "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..."

         "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated   her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm  getting one!"

       she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.  We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we  would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she  easily made friends wherever she went.

       She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed  upon her from the other students. She was living it up.  At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our  football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and  stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the  microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

           As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up  If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year  and don't do one productive thing; you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but  rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets." She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out  in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun  all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in  tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be  all you can possibly be. When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of  advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!

       These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

       We make a Living by what we get; We make a Life by what we give. God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage.   If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. "Good friends are like stars.........You don't always see them, but you know they are always there."

Excellence

           Excellence is never an accident. It is achieved in an organization or institution only as a result of an unrelenting and vigorous insistence on the highest standards of performance. It requires an unswerving expectancy of quality from the staff and volunteers.

          Excellence is contagious. It infects and affects everyone in the organization. It charts the direction of a program. It establishes the criteria for planning. It provides zest and vitality to the organization. Once achieved, excellence has a talent for permeating every aspect of the life of the organization.

         Excellence demands commitment and a tenacious dedication from the leadership of the organization. Once it is accepted and expected, it must be nourished and continually reviewed and renewed. It is a never-ending process of learning and growing. It requires a spirit of motivation and boundless energy. It is always the result of a creatively conceived and precisely planned effort.

        Excellence inspires; it electrifies. It potentializes every phase of the organization’s life. It unleashes an impact which influences every program, every activity, every committee, every staff person. To instill it in an organization is difficult; to sustain it, even more so. It demands imagination and vigor. But most of all, it requires from the leadership a constant state of self-discovery and discipline.

             Excellence is an organization’s life-line. It is the most compelling answer to apathy and inertia. It energizes a stimulating and pulsating force. Once it becomes the expected standard of performance, it develops a fiercely driving and motivating philosophy of operation. Excellence is a state of mind put into action. It is a road-map to success. When a climate of excellence exists, all things staff work, volunteer leadership, finances, program come easier.

              Excellence in an organization is important because it is everything.

Live Each Day to the Fullest

Live each day to the fullest. Get the most from each hour,

each day, and each age of your life. Then you can look forward

with confidence and back without regrets. Be yourself, but be

your best self. Dare to be different and to follow your star. And

don’t be afraid to be happy. Enjoy what is beautiful. Love with

all your heart and soul. Believe that those whom you love, love

you. Forget what you have done for your friends, and

remember what they have done for you. Disregard what the

world owes you, and concentrate on what you owe the world.

When you are faced with a decision, make that decision as

wisely as possible—then forget it. The moment of absolute certainty

never arrives. Above all, remember that God helps those

who help themselves. Act as if everything depended on you and

pray as if everything depended on God.

Don’t Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,

When the funds are low, and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,

Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As everyone of us sometimes learns.

And many a person turns about,

When he might have won had he stuck it out.

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,

You may succeed with another blow.

Often the struggler has given up,

When he might have captured the victor’s cup;

And he learned too late when the night came down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out,

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell how close you are,

It may be near when it seems so far.

So stick in the fight when you’re hardest hit,

It’s when things seem worse,

That you must not quit.

The Man in the Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self

And the world makes you king for a day,

Just go to the mirror and look at yourself

And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t your father or mother or wife

Whose judgment upon you must pass.

The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life

Is the one staring back from the glass.

You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum

And think you’re a wonderful guy.

But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum

If you can’t look him straight in the eye.

He’s the fellow to please—never mind all the rest,

For he’s with you clear to the end.

And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test

If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years

And get pats on the back as you pass.

But your final reward will be heartache and tears

If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

The use of the male gender is acknowledged.

We chose not to alter the poem to make it politically correct.

Thanks for letting it be

Who Am I?

I am your constant companion.

I am your greatest helper or your heaviest burden.

I will push you onward or drag you down to failure.

I am completely at your command.

Half the things you do, you might just as well turn over to me,

And I will be able to do them quickly and correctly.

I am easily managed; you must merely be firm with me.

Show me exactly how you want something done,

And after a few lessons I will do it automatically.

I am the servant of all great men

And, alas, of all failures as well.

Those who are great, I have made great.

Those who are failures, I have made failures.

I am not a machine, though

I work with all the precision of a machine

Plus the intelligence of a man.

You may run me for profit, or run me for ruin;

It makes no difference to me.

Take me, train me, be firm with me

And I will put the world at your feet.

Be easy with me, and I will destroy you.

Who am I?

I am habit!

Desiderata

          Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. 

              Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

           Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

         Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

        Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

              You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

               Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

        With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

Our Deepest Fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond

measure.

It is our Light, not our darkness, that most

frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,

gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God. Your playing small does

not serve the World.

There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so

that other people won’t feel unsure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God

that is within us.

It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.

As we let our own Light shine; we unconsciously

give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear; our

presence automatically liberates others.

  —Marianne Williamson

Good Enough

My child, beware of “good enough,”

It isn’t made of sterling stuff;

It’s something anyone can do;

It marks the many from the few.

The flaw which may escape the eye

And temporarily get by

Shall weaken underneath the strain

And wreck the ship, the car or plane.

With “good enough,” the car breaks down,

And one falls short of high renown.

My child, remember and be wise,

In “good enough,” disaster lies.

With “good enough,” the failures rest

And lose the one who gives the best.

Who stops at “good enough” shall find

Success has left them far behind.

For this is true of you and your stuff—

Only the best is “good enough.”

Attitudes

“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.

Attitude, to me, is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill. It will make or break a company…a church…a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day.

We cannot change our past…we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude…I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.

And so it is with you . . . we are in charge of our Attitudes.”

—Charles Swindoll

S T A Y

             A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man.

           She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

        Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack,he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

              The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed.All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength.  Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.

            Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

         Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

              "Who was that man?" he asked.

        The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

           "No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life.."

            "Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" 
            "I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed." I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was Killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this Gentleman's Name?

           The Nurse with Tears in her Eyes answered, "Mr. William Grey............."

        The next time someone needs you ....... just be there.  Stay.

WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE.

WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.

Cab Ride (Beautiful Story)

         Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.One night I took a fare at 2:30 am , when I arrived to collect, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once.

          But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door.This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.So I walked to the door and knocked.

          Just a minute,' answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. 

          By her side was a small nylon suitcase The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

         'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said.I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

             

Psychology Of Love !

Don't be too good I will miss you.
Don't be too caring, I might like you.
Don't be too sweet, I might fall for you.
It's hard for me to love you when you won't love me after all...


Bottomline : A person who makes me love him/her is actually
a person who loves me more than I love him/her.

If someone comes in your life
and becomes a part of you
but for some reasons he couldn't stay,
don't cry too much...
Just be glad that your paths crossed and somehow he made you happy even for a while.


Bottomline : Time will tell, If he's yours he will come back

Two tear drops were floating down the river.
One teardrop said to the other,
"I'm the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him. Who are you?"
"I'm the teardrop of the man who regret letting a girl go..."


Bottomline : Nobody will sympathise a person who constantly let chances passes by without making any efforts to salvage

Love Is The Self

LOVE IS THE PERFECTION OF THE SELF

ONE MAY INHABIT A FOREST, OR RESIDE IN TOWN

LOVE IS IN ACCOMPANIMENT.

LOVE IS THE TUNE OF FRAGRANCE

LOVE IS THE WEALTH OF SEASONS

LOVE IS THE HEART OF GLITTERING WATERS OF THE FALLS

LOVE IS THE PHYSIQUE OF THE PEAHEN DANCING IN FORESTS

LOVE BECOMES SUNLIGHT IN WINTERS FULL OF SNOWS

LOVE IS LIKE THE COOL SHADE IN THE SCORCHING

HOT DESERTS

LOVE IS LIKE ONE'S VILLAGE IN THE ESTRANGED WORLD

LOVE IS THE HEART

LOVE IS THE LIFE

LOVE IS THE REMEDY OF THE SOUL

LOVE IS AN IDOL

AND IF SOMETIMES IT BREAKS INTO PIECES IN THE TEMPLE OF HEART,

LOVE PROVES TO BE A GLASS-DOLL LF IT FALLS DOWN IN THE ATMOSPHERE FROM SOMEONE'S HAND,

LOVE PROVES TO BE A BLISTER (FULL) OF PAIN AND IF IT BREAKS UP,

LOVE IS A MALADY,

LOVE IS MOURNING.

LOVE IS AN EVENING

LOVE IS A NIGHT

LOVE IS THE RAIN IN THE TWINKLING EYE

LOVE IS THE SNARE OF THE SMOKING, KILLING AWAKENING NIGHTS ON THE WAYS OF SWEET DREAMS DURING THE SEASON OF SLEE

LOVE IS THE VICTORY

LOVE IS THE DEFEAT