Life is like a mirror

A Very Touching Story..,,

A poor boy was in love with a rich man daughter....

One day the boy proposed to her and the girl said..."Hey! Listen, your monthly salary is my daily hand expenses..How can I be involved with you..? How could you have thought of that? I can never love you, so forget about me and get engaged to someone else at your level"

But somehow the boy could not forget her so easily.....Some­ time 10 years later they stumbled into each other in a shopping mall.

The lady again said....,"Hey..­ ! You! How are you? Now I'm married and do you know how much my husband's salary is..? $15,700 per
month! Can you beat that? And he is also very smart"

The guy's eyes got wet with tears on hearing those words from the same lady....

A few seconds later, her husband came around but before the lady could say a word her husband seeing the guy, said......

"Sir you're here and you've met my wife.." Then he said to his wife,"This is my boss, I'm also one of those working on his $100 million project!

And do you know a fact my dear? My boss loved a lady but he couldn't win her heart....That's­ why he has remained unmarried since.

How lucky would that lady have been, if she had married this my boss now? These days, who would love someone that much he said
all these to his wife.

The lady looked in total shock but couldn't utter a word....
Life is so short and it's just like a mirror.

You can only see as much as it reflects. So don't be too arrogant or proud by looking down on others because of their current situations.

Things get changed with time just like the weather..!

Don't under estimate anyone because everyone has a great future!

Where you have been rejected before, you will be celebrated soon in Jesus name.

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CLEAN YOUR KIDNEYS IN $1.00 OR EVEN LESS

Years pass by and our kidneys are filtering the blood by removing salt, poison and any unwanted entering our body. With time, the salt accumulates and this needs to undergo cleaning treatments and how are we going to overcome this?

It is very easy, first take a bunch of parsley or Cilantro ( Coriander Leaves ) and wash it clean
Then cut it in small pieces,put it in a pot and pour clean water and boil it for ten minutes, let it cool down thereafter,filter it and pour in a clean bottle and keep it inside refrigerator to cool.

Drink one glass daily and you will notice all salt and other accumulated poison coming out of your kidney by urination also you will be able to notice the difference which you never felt before.

Parsley (Cilantro) is known as best cleaning treatment for kidneys and it is natural!




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INJURED SOLDIERS , WE CARE- True Story

It started last Christmas, when Bennett and Vivian Levin were overwhelmed by sadness while listening to radio reports of injured American troops.

“We have to let them know we care,” Vivian told Bennett.

So they organized a trip to bring soldiers from Walter Reed Army Medical Center and Bethesda Naval Hospital to the annual Army-Navy football game in Philly, on Dec. 3. The cool part is, they created their own train line to do it.

Yes, there are people in this country who actually own real trains. Bennett Levin — native Philly guy, self-made millionaire and irascible former L&I commish — is one of them.

He has three luxury rail cars. Think mahogany paneling, plush seating and white-linen dining areas. He also has two locomotives, which he stores at his Juniata Park train yard. One car, the elegant Pennsylvania, carried John F. Kennedy to the Army-Navy game in 1961 and ´62. Later, it carried his brother Bobby´s body to D.C. for burial.

“That´s a lot of history for one car,” says Bennett.

He and Vivian wanted to revive a tradition that endured from 1936 to 1975, during which trains carried Army-Navy spectators from around the country directly to the stadium where the annual game is played.

The Levins could think of no better passengers to reinstate the ceremonial ride than the wounded men and women recovering at Walter Reed in D.C. and Bethesda, in Maryland.

“We wanted to give them a first-class experience,” says Bennett. “Gourmet meals on board, private transportation from the train to the stadium, perfect seats — real hero treatment.”

Through the Army War College Foundation, of which he is a trustee, Bennett met with Walter Reed´s commanding general, who loved the idea. But Bennett had some ground rules first, all designed to keep the focus on the troops alone: No press on the trip, lest the soldiers´ day of pampering devolve into a media circus. No politicians either, because, says Bennett, “I didn´t want some idiot making this trip into a campaign photo op.” And no Pentagon suits on board, otherwise the soldiers would be too busy saluting superiors to relax.

The general agreed to the conditions, and Bennett realized he had a problem on his hands. “I had to actually make this thing happen,” he laughs.

Over the next months, he recruited owners of 15 other sumptuous rail cars from around the country — these people tend to know each other — into lending their vehicles for the day.

The name of their temporary train? The Liberty Limited.

Amtrak volunteered to transport the cars to D.C. — where they´d be coupled together for the round-trip ride to Philly — then back to their owners later.

Conrail offered to service the Liberty while it was in Philly. And SEPTA drivers would bus the disabled soldiers 200 yards from the train to Lincoln Financial Field, for the game. A benefactor from the War College ponied up 100 seats to the game — on the 50-yard line — and lunch in a hospitality suite.

And corporate donors filled, for free and without asking for publicity, goodie bags for attendees: From Woolrich, stadium blankets. From Wal-Mart, digital cameras. From Nikon, field glasses. From GEAR, down jackets. There was booty not just for the soldiers, but for their guests, too, since each was allowed to bring a friend or family member.

The Marines, though, declined the offer. “They voted not to take guests with them, so they could take more Marines,” says Levin, choking up at the memory. Bennett´s an emotional guy, so he was worried about how he´d react to meeting the 88 troops and guests at D.C.´s Union Station, where the trip originated. Some GIs were missing limbs. Others were wheelchair-bound or accompanied by medical personnel for the day. “They made it easy to be with them,” he says. “They were all smiles on the ride to Philly. Not an ounce of self-pity from any of them. They´re so full of life and determination.”

At the stadium, the troops reveled in the game, recalls Bennett. Not even Army´s lopsided loss to Navy could deflate the group´s rollicking mood. Afterward, it was back to the train and yet another gourmet meal — heroes get hungry, says Levin — before returning to Walter Reed and Bethesda. “The day was spectacular,” says Levin. “It was all about these kids. It was awesome to be part of it.”

The most poignant moment for the Levins was when 11 Marines hugged them goodbye, then sang them the Marine Hymn on the platform at Union Station. “One of the guys was blind, but he said, I can´t see you, but man, you must be (expletive) beautiful!´ ” says Bennett. “I got a lump so big in my throat, I couldn´t even answer him.” It´s been three weeks, but the Levins and their guests are still feeling the day´s love. “My Christmas came early,” says Levin, who is Jewish and who loves the Christmas season. “I can´t describe the feeling in the air.”

Maybe it was hope. As one guest wrote in a thank-you note to Bennett and Vivian, “The fond memories generated last Saturday will sustain us all – whatever the future may bring.”

God bless the Levins. And bless the troops, every one.
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Inspirational Story

Inspirational story

There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. He was happy because he was content. He was content because he was happy.One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and

the power that goes along with them. The wise man said, “If you had a diamond the size of your thumb, you could have your own city. If you had a diamond the size of your fist, you could probably own your own country.” And then he went away.

That night the farmer couldn’t sleep. He was unhappy and he was discontent. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy. The next morning h

e made arrangements to sell off his

farm, took care of his family and went in search of diamonds.

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He looked all over Africa and couldn’t find any. He looked all through Europe and couldn’t find any. When he got to Spain, he was emotionally, physically and financially broke. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide.

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Back home, the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm.

Across the stream, the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room. That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling. He asked, “Is Hafiz back?” The new owner said, “No, why do you ask?” The wise man said, “Because that is a diamond. I recognize one when I see one.”

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The man said, no, that’s just a stone I picked up from the stream. Come, I’ll show you. There are many more.” They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis. Sure enough, the stones were diamonds. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds.

What is the moral of this story? There are five morals:

1. When our attitude is right, we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds. Opportunity is always under our feet. We don’t have to go anywhere. All we need to do is recognize it.

2. The grass on the other side always looks greener.

3. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side, there are others who are dyeing the grass on our side. They would be happy to trade places with us.

4. When people don’t know how to recognize opportunity, they complain of noise when it knocks.

5. The same opportunity never knocks twice. The next one may be better or worse, but it is never the same one.

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MOTHER'S LOVE- Inspirational Story

MOTHER’S LOVE

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:

For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75

Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge.

When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, “Mom, I sure do love you.” And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: “PAID IN FULL”.

Lessons:

You will never know your parents worth till you become a parent

Be a giver not an acquirer, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.

BECAUSE  MONEY IS THE WORST WAYOF MEASURING HAPPINESS…♥

True story ; An inspiring example of humility……

This is a story worth sharing !!!

This about Mr. Zavere Poonawala who is a well-known Parsee industrialist in Pune, India. He had this driver named Ganga Datt with him for the last 30 years on his limousine, which was originally owned by Acharya Rajneesh.

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Ganga Datt passed away recently and at that time Mr. Poonawala was in Mumbai for some important work. As soon as he heard the news, he canceled all his meetings, requested the driver’s family to await him for the cremation and came back to Pune immediately by a helicopter.

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On reaching Pune, he asked the limo to be decorated with flowers as he wished Ganga Datt should be taken in the same car which he himself had driven since the beginning. When Ganga Datt’s family agreed to his wishes, he himself drove Ganga Datt from his home up to the ghat on his last journey.

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When asked about it, Mr. Poonawala replied that Ganga Datt had served him day and night, and he could at least do this being eternally grateful to him. He further added that Ganga Datt rose up from poverty and educated both his children very well. His daughter is a Chartered accountant and that is so commendable.

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His comment in the end, is the essence of a successful life in all aspects:

“Everybody earns money which is nothing unusual in that, but we should always be grateful to those people who contribute to our success. This is the belief, we have been brought up with, which made me do, what I did”.

An inspiring example of humility…….