The most destructive habit

Worry

The greatest joy

Giving

The most endangered species

Dedicated leaders

Our greatest natural resource

Our youth

The greatest “shot in the arm”

Encouragement

The greatest problem to overcome

Fear

The most effective sleeping pill

Peace of mind

The most crippling disease

Excuses

The most powerful force in life

Love

The most destructive pariah

Gossip

The most incredible computer
 

The human brain

The worst thing to be without

Hope

The deadliest weapon

The tongue

The two most powerful words

Can do

The greatest asset

Faith

The most worthless emotion

Self-pity

The worst thing you can lose

The most satisfying work

Helping others

The ugliest personality trait

Selfishness

The most beautiful attire

A smile!

The most prized possession

Integrity

The most contagious spirit

Enthusiasm

The most powerful communication

Prayer

• Today before you think of saying an unkind word – Think of someone who can’t speak.

• Before you complain about the taste of your food – Think of someone who has nothing to eat.

• Before you complain about your husband or wife – Think of someone ho’s crying out for a companion.

• Today before you complain about life – Think of someone who went too early to heaven/hell.

• Before you complain about your children – Think of someone who desires children but they’re barren.

• Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn’t clean or sweep – Think of the people who are living in the streets.

• Before whining about the distance you drive – Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.

• And when you are tired and complain about your job – Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.

• But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another – Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.

• And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down – Put a smile on your face and thank — you’re alive and still around

Life is a gift – Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, And Fulfill it.

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she’s blind.

She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He’s always there for her.

She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can see everything, including her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend asked her, “now that you can see the world, will you marry me?”

The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blind too, and refused to marry him.

Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying. “Just take care of my eyes dear.”

This is how human brain changes when the status changed.

Only few remember what life was before, and who’s always been there even in the most painful situations.

Rohit woke up one fine morning with a huge hangover. He forced himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sat down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.

Rohit looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. “Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love You!”

So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Rohit asks, “Son, what happened last night?”

His son says, “Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door”

Totally Confused, Rohit asks, “So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!”

His son replies “Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes and shoes off, you said ,”hey !!!!!!! leave me alone! I m married!”

Moral

Breakfast: Rs. 100.00

Self-induced hangover : Rs. 2000.00

Broken furniture: Rs. 20,000.00

Saying The Right Thing While Drunk : PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Son: "Daddy, may I ask you a question"
Daddy: "Yeah sure, what it is?"

Son: "Dad, how much do you make an hour"
Daddy: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"

Son: "I just want to know. Please tell me, hw much do you make an hour?"

Daddy: "I make Rs. 500 an hour"
"Oh", the little boy replied, with his head down.

Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300?"

The father was furious, "if the only reason u asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march yourself to your room and go to bed. Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior"
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.
How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
"May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!" The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door.

"Are you a! sleep, son?" He asked.

"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.

"I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier", said the man, "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the Rs.300 you asked for"

The little boy sat straight up, smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.

"Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.

Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.

"Daddy I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?

"Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you"

MORAL OF THE STORY:

You tore me down again and again,
Caused me injury that left no mark,
Made me cry those shameful tears,
And yet I returned over and over.
Tried to fix our shattered relationship.
I blamed myself, thought I was failing you,
That I wasn't good enough,
That I was the reason we kept falling apart.
You'd accept my whispered words as
Again I tried to glue us back together,
You welcomed me and my promises to change,
Yet you never made an effort,
Never said your own sorries.
You were the one that needed to change.
You left me with a burden,
To carry a weight that was not my own.
All I wanted was you, to love me as I am,
To stop beating me down, to be there as you should be,
But you wont, because to you I'm wrong,
And to be in your life I have to change,
To fit your desires and loose the all other parts of me.
I went through hell because of you.
I couldn't see a chance that I'd survive.
I didn't believe I should survive.
I thought the pain was all I deserved,
Because somehow I failed you.
To me you used to be everything.
Thankfully I see now,
How truly foolish I was.
I know there will be moments,
When I miss you in my life,
But you made your choice,
It wasn't me.
And I've made mine,
No more tears for you dear father.
You don't get to ruin my second chance at life.
I was lucky to come through the darkness.
I'm hear if you want to try to fix it,
To make amends for your mistakes.
If you want to make the effort,
If you will change your opinions on perfection
To which I do not meet.
But don't expect open arms,
I'm not a child anymore,
Shinny toys will not win my favour.
You'll have to go on substance.
Good luck with that.

I love you more than life itself 
But I’m afraid to love. 
My heart is like the fragile wings 
Of a tiny little dove. 

I'm scared to get too close. 
I feel that I can't win. 
You'll love me for a little while 
Then you'll set me free again. 

I've lived so long on hopes and dreams 
I don't know what to do. 
I don't think I can trust my heart, 
For it belongs to you. 

I know you'll only hurt me 
Yet, I still keep running back. 
Between the paths of our hearts 
There's a worn and beaten track. 

You've got my heart held on a string. 
It’s breaking right in two. 
Enough belongs to me -to hurt- 
The rest belongs to you. 

I know that somewhere in your heart 
There is a place for me. 
I just don't know how to find it 
And there's no way to make you see. 

I can only hope that someday 
You'll wake up and you'll find, 
That while my heart belongs to yours, 
Yours, too, belongs to mine.

Author: Tamra L. Noe