THIS MOM WOULDN'T QUIT TRYING TO FIND HER TRAFFICKED DAUGHTER; BUT WHAT SHE ACCOMPLISHED LEFT THE POLICE AMAZED

"Had it not been for that mother's involvement, we certainly wouldn't have been aware of [the trafficking ring] as quickly as we were, and may not have been aware of it at all." -Pierce Co. Sherriff

(Washington)—Never underestimate the life-changing power of a mother's bond with her child. (Photo via KTUL)

I can attest to that in my own experience, but what a Washington state mom did when she discovered her missing daughter had been sold into a human trafficking ring, fired-up every ounce of maternal passion in me!

In at least one news report, this mother's teenage daughter (names not disclosed) was described as a runaway, but that didn't stop her from continually searching for her girl.

Thinking she may have been caught into human trafficking, the mom began poring over websites like Backpage and Craigslist that have been used by traffickers to advertise girls for sex.

Her efforts were rewarded when she discovered her own daughter's photo on one of the sites, and that's when she took it upon herself to get her back.

The Washington mom called the number on her daughter's photo and asked "how much she could get for $200," she was then told where to go.

The mom successfully retrieved her daughter, and then reportedly led police to two of the suspects; effectively breaking up a human trafficking ring near Tacoma that police say may have otherwise gone undetected.

Lt. Ron Mead, with the WSP Exploited and Missing Children Task Force noted, "She really kind of did her own sting and located the hotel they were using and set up a 'meet' and recovered her daughter."

Besides this mom's recovery of her daughter, there were at least two other teens recovered, and—according to the KATV report, possibly more by the time it's all over.

Way to go, mom!

Trust your loved one. Be faithful.

A woman wanted to know how her husband would react if she left without telling him where she had gone to.

So she decided to write him a letter saying that she's tired of him and doesn't wanna live with him anymore.

After writing letter, she placed it on the table in their bedroom then hid under the bed. When her husband came back home, he saw the letter and read it, after reading he wrote something on the letter, then began to sing and dance, he changed his clothes. Then took his phone, called someone.


"Hey babe, am just changing my clothes and will join you soon, as for that foolish wife of mine, it has finally dawned on her that I was just fooling around with her and she packed her things and left. I was wrong to have married her, I wish I knew u before then. See you soon honey!"

He then walked out of the room and left.

The wife in tears and very very upset, came out from under the bed and decided to read what her husband wrote on the letter.

And it says "I saw your feet woman! I'm going to buy bread, so stand up and stop your silly games, prepare my meal before I get back. Because I am hungry please. I love u baby''

Moral : Trust your loved one. Be faithful.

Roles and How We Play Them

Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in my life, I stop and think

about a little Boy. The boy was trying out for a part in a school play.

His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she

feared he would not be chosen. On the day the parts were awarded,

his mother went to collect him after school. The boy rushed up to her,

eyes shining with pride and excitement. "Guess what Mom," he

shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me:

"I've been chosen to clap and cheer."

No Problem

Don't worry if you have problems! Which is easy to say until you are 

in the midst of a really big one,I know. But the only people I am

aware of who don't have troubles are gathered in little

neighbourhoods. Most cities and villages have at least one. We call

them cemeteries. If you're breathing, you have difficulties. It's the way

of life. And believe it or not, most of your problems may actually be

good for you! Let me explain.

Maybe you have seen the Great Barrier Reef, stretching some 1,800

miles from New Guinea to Australia. Tour guides regularly take

visitors to view the reef. On one tour, the guide was asked an

interesting question. "I notice that the lagoon side of the reef looks

pale and lifeless, while the ocean side is vibrant and colourful," a

traveller observed. "Why is this?"

The guide gave an interesting answer: "The coral around the lagoon

side is in still water, with no challenge for its survival. It dies early. The

coral on the ocean side is constantly being tested by wind, waves,

and storms -- surges of power. It has to fight for survival every day of

its life. As it is challenged and tested it changes and adapts. It grows

healthy. It grows strong. And it reproduces." Then he added this

telling note: "That's the way it is with every living organism."

That's how it is with people. Challenged and tested, we come alive!

Like coral pounded by the sea,we grow. Physical demands can

cause us to grow stronger. Mental and emotional stress can produce

tough-mindedness and resiliency. Spiritual testing can produce

strength of character and faithfulness.

So, you have problems -- no problem! Just tell yourself, "There I

grow again; stronger and powerful!"

A seed of Honesty

A successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business. Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together. He said, “It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you.”
The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. “I am going to give each one of you a SEED today – one very special SEED. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO.”

One man, named Gaurav, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed.
Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.
Gaurav kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Gaurav didn’t have a plant and he felt like a failure.

Six months went by — still nothing in Gaurav’s pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Gaurav didn’t say anything to his colleagues, however… He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil – He so wanted the seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection.
Gaurav told his wife that he wasn’t going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Gaurav felt sick to his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right.
He took his empty pot to the board room. When Gaurav arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful — in all shapes and sizes.
Gaurav put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!
When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives.
Gaurav just tried to hide in the back. “My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown,” said the CEO. “Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!”
All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Gaurav at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring him to the front.
Gaurav was terrified. He thought, “The CEO knows I’m a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!”
When Gaurav got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed – Gaurav told him the story.
The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Gaurav. He looked at Gaurav, and then announced to the young executives, “Behold your next Chief Executive Officer! His name is Gaurav!”
Gaurav couldn’t believe it. Gaurav couldn’t even grow his seed.

“How could he be the new CEO?” the others said.

Then the CEO said, “One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead – it was not possible for them to grow. All of you, except Gaurav, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. He was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive Officer!”

* If you plant honesty, you will reap trust.
* If you plant goodness, you will reap friends.
* If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment.
* If you plant hard work, you will reap success.

So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later..

“Whatever You Give To Life, Life Gives You Back”

Selflessness

A rich man said to his friend, "Why it is everyone is always criticizing

me for being miserly. Everyone knows that I have made provision to

leave everything I have to charity when I die?" "Well," said the

minister, "let me tell you about a story about the pig and the cow. The

pig was complaining to the cow one day about how unpopular he

was. "People are always talking about your gentleness and your

kindness," said the pig. "You give milk and cream. But I give even

more. I give bacon and ham. I give bristles and they even pickle my

feet! Still no one likes me; I'm just pig. Why is this?" The cow

thought for a minute, and then said, "Well, maybe it's because I give

while I'm still living.

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A Lockless Village Has No Front Doors Including Its Bank Where God is Guardian

Bank in village 

A home of this village
In the modern times where, together with the technology advances, crimes too become more sophisticated and the concerns for more and more security measures gains priority, is it possible to imagine a place where people live in harmony in no-door-no-locks-houses ? It may seem unbelievable but as a matter of fact, true! There is indeed a tiny hamlet where houses and other buildings like shops have no doors, and that place is in the country of countless legends and myths – India.
SHANI SHINGNAPUR: Members of the Gade family proudly show off a stash of rupees kept in an unlocked tin barrel in their bedroom, despite their home not having a front door.

In Shani Shingnapur village in Maharashtra, residents see little need for such security, thanks to their belief in special protection from the Hindu deity Shani.

As farmers trundle the roads in bullock carts piled high with sugarcane, they pass rows of homes bearing empty door frames, a village tradition that goes back for generations.

"Years ago, Shani came in the dreams of devotees and told them you don't need to put any doors on your homes," housewife Jayashree Gade .

"He said: 'I will protect you'. That's why we don't have any doors."

According to legend, an iron and stone slab washed up in a nearby river during a flood more than 300 years ago, and began oozing blood when cattle herders poked it with a stick.

In a vision to a villager later that night, the slab was revealed to be an idol of Shani, and today it stands in an open square adorned with garlands of flowers, drawing crowds of pilgrims.

Shani, who is believed to be manifested in the planet Saturn, is considered so mighty that his shrine cannot be kept under a shelter, and he will not let thieves in the village of open homes go unpunished.



"The power of Shani is such that if someone steals, he will keep walking all night and think he has left the village, but when the sun comes up he will still be there," said mill worker Balasaheb Borude.

Some villagers said they put loose panels against their door frames at night, but only to keep out wild animals.

Similarly, the local branch of state-owned UCO Bank prides itself on its "lockless" status. Although money is kept in a strongroom, the front of the building has just a glass door with no lock, to avert stray dogs.

"We have no trouble," said bank official Nagender Sehrawat, gesturing to the queue of customers when asked if they were happy with the arrangement.

Devotees pouring in

Today the centre of the village, which lies in Maharashtra, has the feel of bustling small town, with stalls lining the dusty main road selling souvenirs and flowers to religious tourists.

Home to about 5,000 people, Shani Shingnapur rose to fame across the country after appearing in a devotional Hindi film about its deity in the '90s.

"The whole world got to know that there is a place called Shani Shingnapur, where houses have no doors, there are trees but no shadows, there are gods but no temples," said Sayaram Bankar, a trustee at the shrine.

"Devotees from across the state and across India started pouring in to see this unusual village."




Shani Shingnapur's reputation has been somewhat dented in recent years by reports of a few thefts. In 2010, a visitor from north India complained that cash and valuables worth 35,000 rupees ($553) were taken from a vehicle. Bankar dismissed reports of stealing, saying it only happened outside the village.

Sceptics of the Shani legend remain unconvinced by the area's appeal.

"When you have a place in the middle of nowhere where no one goes and you have a legend like that, then people will go there," said Narendra Nayak, a leading rationalist who works to expose fraudulent gurus and challenge superstitions.

According to a pamphlet handed out at the shrine, Shani Shingnapur is not just free from theft but from all sinful behaviour, a "model village" in contrast to the corrupt outside world.

"Professional robbers, thieves, dacoits, non-vegetarians, drunkards, never come here," the pamphlet confidently stated.

"If they come, they behave like gentlemen."

As for doors, a few have popped up over the years, but villagers were sure their tradition would continue, much to the envy of visiting devotees.

"This is something special about this god. He is a guardian of this place," said Amit Sharma, a hotel manager, after paying his respects at the shrine.

University Life Motivational Story

A strange fellow approached three construction workers

who were part of the team building a cathedral.

“Excuse me, young man, what are you doing?” the strange

guy asked one of the workers, who was doing his work with

some anxiety.

“I am cutting stones,” the worker replied.

Realizing that the construction worker had no desire to

engage in conversation, the strange man repeated his

question to another worker.

This time, this construction worker paused and stated that

he was a stonecutter from the north who had come to work

and who would return home as soon as he had earned

some money.




After thanking the second worker, the strange man

approached the third construction worker, who was

performing his work with enthusiasm, patiently and

carefully making and remaking was his was doing, and

again asked his question.

This construction worker completely stopped what he was

doing as if to begin a long discussion with the strange man,

and answered: “I have journeyed many miles to be part of

the team that is constructing this magnificent cathedral.

Even though I have spent many months away from my

family and I miss them dearly, I am aware of how important

this cathedral will be one day and I know how many people

will find spiritual peace in this great place.” This worker

continued his story, telling the strange man about the

planning of the construction of the cathedral, and how the

construction would be completed, and so on.




Relating the story with students behavior, one could assert the

following:

The first worker appears like the students who are painfully

taking a course and only want a passing grade in order to

continue the struggling to see how the university diploma,

which he/she might not like as much, gets into his/her

hands.

The second worker is like the students who are doing just

enough to obtain their passing grade. Perhaps they will

continue this way to obtain the university diploma, which

he/she might like as a way to do something else.




The third worker is like the active-learner student, who has

realized that their University life is much more than obtaining a

University diploma and/or passing grade in a class. The

active-learner student understands that every subject is

interconnected each to another, and consequently he or she

needs to understand everything as a whole. Thus, several

perspectives can be applied to study any subject. For these

students, the University diploma will come as a matter of

consciously driving their way through every aspect of the

University life.




“For efficient learning, the learner should be interested

in the material to be learnt and find pleasure in the

activity of learning.”

“We know from painful experience that a perfectly

unambiguous and correct exposition can be far from

satisfactory and may appear uninspiring, tiresome or

disappointing, even if the subject-matter presented is

interesting in itself.

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Putting Yourself First!

"Love yourself enough to say no to others' demands on your time and energy. Step back & reassess the situation" - Goddess Guidance

Once you have your mask on things get really exciting on the path. You are then able to help others, by put their masks on for them. You can guide other to the path; you can become their oxygen line. You can begin to bring them peace. No longer are you seen as selfish, your true nature is seen as a selfless, giving person.

So, what are your best interests? How do you base your actions, your goals, your time-management and your life on them - and how will this affect the people around you? We would suggest that acting consistently in your own best interests involves four areas:


Meeting your physical needs, such as getting enough sleep and exercise

Meeting your emotional needs, such as asking for support when you need it

Meeting your mental needs, such as having a stimulating job

Meeting your spiritual needs, such as taking time to meditate or pray

Physical needs

If you're regularly exhausted because you never take time to eat a proper meal, get a good night's sleep, or get some exercise, then start making these things an absolute priority.

Do you stay up late with your spouse, watching TV while slumped on the sofa half-asleep, because you think your partner will be offended if you go to bed alone? Do you have no time for your own breakfast because you're too busy preparing lunchboxes for your children?

Being well-rested, and taking care of your health, means that you'll have the energy you need to help those around you. If you feel constantly exhausted, you're likely to snap at your loved ones when you least mean to.

Emotional needs

Some of us end up being the "support system" to whom friends and family come to with problems. It's a great privilege to be known as a good listener, but sometimes it's hard when you feel you need support - but you're worried about burdening people.

Ask a good friend or a relative if you can have a chat with them. Explain that you're going through a difficult time, and it would help to have someone to talk to. They'll be more than glad to help, especially if it means they can return a favor that you've provided for them in the past.

If you don't reach out to other people when you're feeling sad, angry, low or lonely, you can end up turning to unhealthy sources of comfort. Whether it's supersized bars of candy, a bottle of vodka, or drugs, all of these will eventually be damaging to you and to those around you.

Mental needs

We all need to feel challenged and stimulated by our daily life. If you never learn anything new, never push yourself to think a bit harder, or never do anything that tests your limits - you'll probably end up feeling that life lacks meaning.

On the flip side, if you're completely out of your depth with a particular area of studying or work, you're unlikely to be unhappy, stressed and anxious.

Spiritual needs

When life is busy, it's hard to take time for things which feel unproductive - like attending a religious service, meditating, taking a long bath, or praying. You might feel guilty about "sitting there doing nothing" if you're engaged in one of these activities.

But it's crucially important for us to find space and distance from day-to-day life, in order to take a fresh look at things. Some great thinkers have flashes of inspiration in the bath (Archimedes' Eureka moment comes to mind...). I'm sure that you've had your own experience that sometimes the solution to a tricky problem, or a new insight on life, comes when you're just relaxing.

Letting yourself take the time you need, without feeling guilty, means that you'll be able to support your family and friends with your perspective on problems or situations that they might be in. You'll be in a better state to not only cope with, but excel in, your own life.

Conclusion:

To help others, you must help yourself first. If you try to help others initially, you will both remain unconscious and will not be able to guide them to the path. Sometimes what appears to the unskilled eye as a selfish gesture is really the most selfless gesture there is.

Steps to Happiness!

Everybody should know:
You can't be all things to all people
You can't do all everything at once
You can't do all things equally well
You can't do everything better than everyone else you're human, just like everyone else.

So:
You have to find out who you are and be that
You have to decide what comes first and do that
You have to discover your strengths and use them
You have to learn not to compete with others because no one else is in the business of being you.

Then:
You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness
You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions
You will have learned to live with your limitations
You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due and you will be on the road to being the best "you" that you can be.

Dare to believe:
That you are a wonderfully unique person
That you are the only one just like you in all of history
That it is more than a right, it is your duty to be who you are
That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish
You will be able to stay on top of what used to get you down and achieve the impossible.

Author unknown

The Wallet!

As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.

It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him.

It was signed, Hannah.

It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak with you."

I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!"

"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.

"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."

She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.

I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?

Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "

Even though it was already 9 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. "Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television."

I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.

She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye.

I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael."

She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."

"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."

I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?"

I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet."

I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that right red lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times."

"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.

"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."

I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.

On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."

We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"

"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"

I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward."

"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"

"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."

He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.

"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.

The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "

"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."

We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.

"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?"

She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you remember me?"

She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!" He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces.

"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will be."

About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"

It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man.

The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple.

A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.

Author Unknown

THE PREGNANT DEER - A beautiful and inspirational story

Pregnant Deer Scenario
Consider this scenario: In a remote forest, a pregnant deer is about to give birth to a baby. It finds a remote grass field near by a river and slowly goes there thinking it would be safe.
As she moves slowly, she gets labour pain, at the same moment, dark clouds gather around that area and lightning starts a forest fire. Turning left she sees a hunter who is aiming an arrow from a distance. As she tries to move towards right, she spots a hungry lion approaching towards her.
What can the pregnant deer do ….as she is already under labor pain?
What do you think will happen?
Will the deer survive?
Will it give birth to a fawn?
Will the fawn survive? or
Will everything be burnt by the forest fire?
That particular moment?
Can the deer go left? – Hunter’s arrow is pointing at her.
Can she go right? – Hungry male lion approaching.
Can she move up? – Forest fire is raging.
Can she move down? – Fierce river may gobble her up.
Answer: She does nothing. She just focuses on giving birth to a new life.
The sequence of events that happens at that fraction of a second (moment) are as follows:
In a spur of moment..…a lightning strikes (already it is cloudy ) and blinds the eyes of the Hunter. Precisely at that moment, he releases the arrow missing and zipping past the deer. At that moment the arrow hits and injures the lion badly. At that moment, it starts to rain heavily and puts out the forest fire. Next moment, the deer gives birth to a healthy fawn.
In our life, it’s our moment of choice and we all have to deal with such negative thoughts from all sides always. Some thoughts are so powerful, that they overpower us and make us clueless. Let us not decide anything in a hurry. Let’s think of ourselves as the pregnant deer with the ultimate happy ending.
Anything can happen in a moment in this life. If you are religious, superstitious, atheist, agnostic… or whatever… you can attribute this moment as divine intervention, faith, sudden luck, chance (serendipity), coincidence… or a simple ‘don’t know’.
We all feel the same. But, whatever one may call it, I would see the priority of the deer in that given moment was to giving birth to a baby…because Life is Precious.
Hence, whether you are deer or a human, keep that faith and hope within you
"Every moments is a moments of choice, Every hour is Destiny"
In the midst of any storm, do keep it on God always.
He will never ever dissapoint you. NEVER.
Remember, He neither slumbers nor sleeps...
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Inspiring Stories for Teachers: The Clever Boy

A man with his horse carrying two sacks of wheat was on his way to the market. After a little while he was tired and they rested under a tree. When he woke up from his nap he could not see the horse and started searching for the horse everywhere. On the way he met a boy, he asked the boy, "Have you seen my horse?" The boy asked, "Is the horse's left eye blind, his right foot lame and is he carrying a load of wheat?" The man was happy and said, "Yes, exactly! Where have you seen it?" the boy answered "I haven't seen it." This made the man very angry and he took the boy to the village chief for punishment.



The judge asked, "Dear boy, if you had not seen at the horse, how could you describe it?" The boy answered, "I saw the tracks of a horse and the right and left tracks were different from this I understood that the horse that passed there was limping. And the grass on the right side of the road was eaten but the grass on the left was not. From that I understood that his left eye was blind. There were wheat seeds scattered on the ground and I understood that he must have been carrying a load of wheat. The judge understood the boy's cleverness and told the man to forgive the boy.

This story teaches us that we should not be quick to judge the people.

Bliss - A Heart Touching Story

* Bliss *

By Sneha Surana

I put my hands in the pockets of my jacket as I walked back home from the morning walk. The subtle sun rays were slowly invading into winter’s cold territory. I looked to my right when the sweet smell of sugar syrup prompted me to do so. Ah! I was just opposite Mohanlal Halwai's shop. As usual, it was crowded.

Winter mornings in our little sleepy town meant cozy clothes and a warm breakfast. And what better than kachoris(Indian dish) and jalebis(sweet dish in India), fresh out of the kadhai.

My grandfather always says that Mohanlal Halwai's jalebis are the best in the world. Perfect in shape and taste, they just melt into the mouth. While narrating stories from his childhood, he would always mention jalebis. After all, they are his favorite delicacy.

A thought crossed my mind. Why don't I surprise him with jalebis for breakfast today? I would love to see the expression on his face.

Quickly, I went towards the shop and managed to get half a dozen jalebis, while struggling to place my order amidst the crowd of customers. It seemed such a big mission accomplished when I could actually got the jalebis.

Happy and excited, I strolled back home. It was 7.30 a.m. I opened the lock slowly, careful not to make a noise. He had woken up and was taking in the warm sun rays, sitting in the balcony. I walked towards him and clutching the packet of jalebis in my hand, I greeted him.

“Good morning, Dadu(grandfather).”

He looked at me, but not with surprise or happiness. He was puzzled.

“Who are you?”

I was used to this. His Alzheimer's made him forget things every now and then.

I smiled and sat down beside his chair.

“I am Pihu, your granddaughter. See, there's our picture,” I pointed to a framed picture on the wall.

He looked at it for a few seconds and then kept his hand over my head.

“Oh! Pihu, I’m sorry Beta. I... I just couldn't remember.”

I could sense an air of sadness creeping over him. I held his hand and smiled. Diverting from the topic, I said, “It's alright, Dadu. I've something for you.”

I handed him the packet. Slowly opening them with his frail fingers, he took out a jalebi.

He took a small bite and smiled.

“Ah! Jalebis from Mohanalal’s. You don't know how much I love these. When I was a little kid, I…”

Dadu began narrating tales from his childhood. I had heard them a lot of times, but the joy on his face when he remembered those days was worth listening to the stories again and again. It brought him closer to a detached segment of life. With time, he had forgotten most of the details. But, whatever little he remembered was enough to give him a moment of happiness. And that, is what bliss means to me.

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Married or not you should read this...A heart touching story

Married or not you should read this...

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.;

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. 

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. 

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. 

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce — at least, in the eyes of our son — I'm a loving husband... 

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

Poisoning Mother-In-Law - Short Inspirational Story

A long time ago in China, a girl named Li-Li got married and went to live with her husband and mother-in-law.
In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn’t get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law’s habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.
Days passed days, and weeks passed weeks. Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing the poor husband great distress.
Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-law’s bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it.
Li-Li went to see her father’s good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all. Mr. Huang thought for a while, and finally said, “Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you.”
Li-Li said, “Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do.” Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs.
He told Li-Li, “You can’t use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious. Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some delicious meal and put a little of these herbs in her serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspects you when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. Don’t argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen.”
Li-Li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law.
Weeks went by, months went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother. After six months had passed, the whole household had changed.
Li-Li had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn’t had an argument in six months with her mother-in-law, who now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with.
The mother-in-law’s attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter.
Li-Li’s husband was very happy to see what was happening.
One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again. She said, “Mr. Huang, please help me to stop the poison from killing my mother-in-law! She’s changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her.”
Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. “Li-Li, there’s nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her.”

Old Soul

* Old Soul ~ Abhijit *

She was all of nineteen when we met, but she could easily have been thirty nine the way she was.

Old souls never have it easy. For one, they find it hard to explain why they behave the way they do.

How do you explain to someone that the wrinkles they have are not on their face but on their hearts.

But I knew she was an old soul the moment I saw her.

It was her eyes, and the way they looked at the world - not disdain, not apathy, just an expression of mild bafflement.

She used to look at me like I was a tiny part of an elaborate painting that she liked to study from time to time. But when I used to look at her in the eye, she used to avert her gaze. Nor did she let me study the pretty picture that her face was. All I ever got were sideways glances at her nose, cheeks, eyes, chin, like reading a mystery novel that you know holds the key to the mystery in the end, but still going through the torture of reading it from page one.

Torture, or perhaps fun. With her, the definitions changed all the time.

© 2015

Short Self Confidence Lesson

Are you the type of person who easily get influenced by negative advice's? Follow this short self confidence lesson…
When Henry Ward Beecher was a young boy in school, he learned a lesson in self confidence which he never forgot.
He was called upon to recite in front of the class. He had hardly begun when the teacher interrupted with an emphatic, “No!” He started over and again the teacher thundered, “No!” Humiliated, Henry sat down.


The next boy rose to recite and had just begun when the teacher shouted, “No!” This student, however, kept on with the recitation until he completed it. As he sat down, the teacher replied, “Very good!”
Henry was irritated. ”I recited just as he did,” he complained to the teacher.
But the instructor replied, “It is not enough to know your lesson, you must be sure. When you allowed me to stop you, it meant that you were uncertain. If the world says, ‘No!’ it is your business to say, ‘Yes!’ and prove it.
The world will say, ‘No!’ in a thousand ways.
‘No! You can’t do that.’
‘No! You are wrong.’
‘No! You are too old.’
‘No! You are too young.’
‘No! You are too weak.’
‘No! It will never work.’
‘No! You don’t have the education.’
‘No! You don’t have the background.’
‘No! You don’t have the money.’
‘No! It can’t be done.’
And each ‘No!’ you hear has the potential to erode your confidence bit by bit until you quit all together.
Though the world says, ‘No!’ to you today, you should be determined to say, ‘Yes!’ and prove it!