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**masumeh** · 11-26-2012, 11:58 AM

The China Farmer

Once upon a time, there was a farmer in the central region of China. He didn't have a lot of
money and, instead of a tractor, he used an old horse to plow his field.
One afternoon, while working in the field, the horse dropped dead. Everyone in the village said,
"Oh, what a horrible thing to happen." The farmer said simply, "We'll see." He was so at peace
and so calm, that everyone in the village got together and, admiring his attitude, gave him a
new horse as a gift.
Everyone's reaction now was, "What a lucky man." And the farmer said, "We'll see."
A couple days later, the new horse jumped a fence and ran away. Everyone in the village shook
their heads and said, "What a poor fellow!"
The farmer smiled and said, "We'll see."
Eventually, the horse found his way home, and everyone again said, "What a fortunate man."
The farmer said, "We'll see."
Later in the year, the farmer's young boy went out riding on the horse and fell and broke his
leg. Everyone in the village said, "What a shame for the poor boy."
The farmer said, "We'll see."
Two days later, the army came into the village to draft new recruits. When they saw that the
farmer's son had a broken leg, they decided not to recruit him.
Everyone said, "What a fortunate young man."
The farmer smiled again - and said "We'll see."
Moral of the story:
There's no use in overreacting to the events and circumstances of our everyday lives. Many
times what looks like a setback, may actually be a gift in disguise. And when our hearts are in
the right place, all events and circumstances are gifts that we can learn valuable lessons from.
As Fra Giovanni once said:
"Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, or a duty, believe me... the gift is there and the wonder of
an overshadowing presence."

**masumeh** · 11-26-2012, 11:58 AM

A World Of Smile

About ten years ago when I was an undergraduate in college, I was working as an intern at my
University's Museum of Natural History. One day while working at the cash register in the gift
shop, I saw an elderly couple come in with a little girl in a wheelchair.As I looked closer at this
girl, I saw that she was kind of perched on her chair.
I then realized she had no arms or legs, just a head, neck and torso. She was wearing a little
white dress with red polka dots.As I took the money from her grandparents, I looked back at
the girl, who was giving me the cutest, largest smile I have ever seen.
As the couple wheeled her up to me I was looking down at the register. I turned my head
toward the girl and gave her a wink. As I took the money from her grandparents, I looked back
at the girl, who was giving me the cutest, largest smile I have ever seen. All of a sudden her
handicap was gone and all I saw was this beautiful girl, whose smile just melted me and
almost instantly gave me a completely new sense of what life is all about. She took me from a
poor, unhappy college student and brought me into her world; a world of smiles, love and
warmth.
That was ten years ago. I'm a successful business person now and whenever I get down and
think about the troubles of the world, I think about that little girl and the remarkable lesson
about life that she taught me.

**masumeh** · 11-26-2012, 11:59 AM

Have you been to the bank?

Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $ 86,400. It carries over no
balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use
during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!!!!
Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400
seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good
purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for
you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is
yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow". You must live in the
present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and
success!
The clock is running. Make the most of today. To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student
who failed a grade. To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a
To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value
of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet. To realize the value of ONE MINUTE,
ask a person who missed the train. To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who
just avoided an accident. To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won
a silver medal in the Olympics.
Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with
someone special, special enough to spend your time.
And remember that time waits for no one.
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is mystery
Today is a gift
That's why it's called the present!!
Unknown Author

**masumeh** · 11-26-2012, 12:00 PM

Secret Behind Happy Married Life

Once X asked Y, "What is the secret behind your happy married life?" Y said, "You should
share responsibilities with due love and respect to each other. Then absolutely there will be no
problems."
X asked, "Can you explain?" Y said, "In my house, I take decisions on bigger issues where as
my wife decides on smaller issues. We do not interfere in each other's decisions."
Still not convinced, X asked Y "Give me some examples" Y said, "Smaller issues like which car
we should buy, how much amount to save, when to visit home town, which Sofa, air
conditioner, refrigerator to buy, monthly expenses, whether to keep a maid or not etc are
decided by my wife. I just agree to it"
X asked, "Then what is your role?" Y said, "My decisions are only for very big issues. Like
whether America should attack Iraq, whether Britain should lift sanction over Zimbabwe,
whether to widen African economy, whether Sachin Tendulkar should retire etc. Do you know
one thing, my wife NEVER objects to any of these".

**masumeh** · 11-26-2012, 12:01 PM

The Two Frogs

A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell
into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that
they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of
the pit with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as
dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He
fell down and died. The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the
crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally
made it out. When he got out, the other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?" The frog explained
to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time. This story
teaches two lessons: 1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to
someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day. 2. A destructive
word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them. Be careful of what you say.
Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words... it is sometimes hard to
understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that
tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times. Special is the individual who will
take the time to encourage another. Author Unknown

**masumeh** · 11-26-2012, 12:02 PM

The Trouble Tree

I hired a carpenter to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough
first day on the job...a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit...and now
his ancient pickup truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family.
As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching tips of the
branches with his hands.
When opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was
wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I
asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied.
"I know I can't help having troubles on the job and in my life, but one thing's for sure, troubles
don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree
every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again."
"Funny thing is," he smiled, "When I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't
nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
- Author Unknown

**masumeh** · 11-26-2012, 12:03 PM

The Law of The Garbage Truck

How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood? Do you let a bad driver,
rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day? Unless you're the Terminator,
for an instant you're probably set back on your heels. However, the mark of a successful
person is how quickly she can get back her focus on what's important.
Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab.
Here's what happened. I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were
driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right
in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car’s back
end by just inches!
The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head
around and he started yelling bad words at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy.
And I mean, he was friendly. So, I said, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your
car and sent us to the hospital!" And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, "The
Law of the Garbage Truck."
Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of
anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And
if you let them, they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it
personally. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did.
So this was it: The "Law of the Garbage Truck.” I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage
Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people a
work, at home, on the streets? It was that day I said, "I'm not going to do anymore." I began to
see garbage trucks.
Like in the movie "The Sixth Sense," the little boy said, "I see Dead People." Well, now "I see
Garbage Trucks." I see the load they're carrying. I see them coming to drop it off. And like my
Taxi Driver, I don't make it a personal thing; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.
One of my favorite football players of all time, Walter Payton, did this every day on the football
field. He would jump up as quickly as he hit the ground after being tackled. He never dwelled
on a hit. Payton was ready to make the next play his best.
Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting. Good parents know that they
have to welcome their children home from school with hugs and kisses. Leaders and parents
know that they have to be fully present, and at their best for the people they care about.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage Trucks take over their day. What
about you? What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass
you by? Here's my bet. You'll be happier.
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so.. Love the people who treat you right.
Forget about the ones who don't
Author Unknown

**masumeh** · 11-26-2012, 12:04 PM

Angels At the Truck Stop

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my
pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister
was two.
Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his
tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did
manage to leave 15 dollars a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there
would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in
southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress. I
loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to
every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed, crammed into
the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to
learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck.
The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in
that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named
Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids.
She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid
65 cents an hour and I could start that night.
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained
with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas
on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we
made a deal. That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers we all thanked God
for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar
of my tip money - fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills
added another strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of
penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every
morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back
seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had
angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. I made a deal with the owner of the local
service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I
remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming
and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started
repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be
something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing
patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. These were the
truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging
around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars
all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home
before the sun came up. When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas
morning I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake up before I managed to get
home and get the presents from the basement and place them under the tree (We had cut
down a small cedar tree by the side of the road down by the dump.)
It was still dark and I couldn't see much, but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the
car - or was that just a trick of the night? Something certainly looked different, but it was hard
to tell what.
When I reached the car I peered warily into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in
amazement. My old battered Chevy was full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I
quickly opened the driver's side door, crumbled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back
seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.
Inside was a whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full
of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes: There were candy
and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and
canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and
flour. There was a whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy
trucks and one beautiful little doll. As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly
rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will
never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the
Big Wheel truck stop.
Author Unknown

**masumeh** · 11-26-2012, 12:04 PM

Self Worth

Self Worth In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question:
"What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye & asking, "Do you really want to
know?"
Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."
She began to expound:
"As a woman in this day & age, I am in a position to ask a man what can you do for me that I
can't do for myself?
I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man.... or woman for
that matter.
I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?"
The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.
She quickly corrected his thought & stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something
more."
"I need a man who is striving for excellence in every aspect of life."
He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, & asked her to explain.
She said:
"I need someone who is striving for excellence mentally because I need conversation & mental
stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man.
I need someone who is striving for excellence spiritually because I don't need to be unequally
yoked...believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.
I need a man who is striving for excellence financially because I don't need a financial burden.
I need someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but
strong enough to keep me grounded.
I need someone who has integrity in dealing with relationships. Lies and game playing are not
my idea of a strong man.
I need a man who is family-oriented. One who can be the leader, priest and provider to the lives
entrusted to him by God.
I need someone whom I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him.
I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business.
I have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy.
And by the way, I am not looking for him...He will find me. He will recognize himself in me. He
may not be able to explain the connection, but he will always be drawn to me. God made
woman to be a helpmate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself."
When she finished her spill, she looked at him.
He sat there with a puzzled look on his face.
He said, "You are asking a lot."
She replied, "I'm worth a lot
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