An old lady who looks as if she is about to die,
A doctor who had once saved your life,
A man/woman you have been dreaming to be with.
You can only take one passenger in your car. Which one will you choose?

Think about it before you continue reading.

This must be some kind of personality test. Every answer has its reasoning.
You could pick up the old lady. She is going to die, and thus you should save her first. You could take the doctor, because he once saved your life. This will be the perfect chance to pay him back.However, you could always pay the doctor back in the future, but you may never be able to find the perfect lover once you pass this chance.

The candidate who was eventually hired (out of 200 applicants) did not have to explain his answer. WHAT DID HE SAY?

He simply answered:
“Give the car key to the doctor. Let him take the old lady to the hospital. I will stay and wait for the bus with the man/woman of my dreams.”

Sometimes, we would gain more if we were able to give up our stubborn limitations.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the
room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity
and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it. In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be
moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was
comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his
first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”

Epilogue:
“There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations”
“Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled”
“If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy”
“Today is a gift, that’s why it is called the present.”

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened: Everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.
“God, how could you do this to me?” he cried.

Early next morning, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.”How did you know I was here?” asked the weary man of hisrescuers. “We saw your smoke signal,” they replied.

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad. But we
shouldn’t lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in
the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little
hut is burning to the ground–it just may be a smoke signal that
summons the grace of God.

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<i>There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper-cranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future doesn’t seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until<br /> one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she couldn’t visualize any future for the both of them, so let’s go their own ways there and then …Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regains his confidence,he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of him.<br /> Finally with all these hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company. You never fail until you stop trying one rainy day, while this guy was driving; he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella,<br /> they were still drenched. It didn’t take him long to realize those were his girl’s parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn’t the same anymore; he had his<br /> own company, car, comfort etc. He made it! Before the guy can realize, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and he got out of his car and followed…. and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone… and he saw his paper cranes beside her. Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you; for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant nothing to you. Her parents<br /> saw him. He asks them why this had happened. They explained that she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle … therefore she had chosen to leave him…<br /> She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him…<br /> <strong>Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.</strong> </i> <p>More <a href="http://www.greatsayings.net">Quotes on Love,Life and wisdom Stories!!!</a>

He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her,

while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but being polite, she agreed. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home… suddenly he asked the waiter: “would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.
“Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.She asked him curiously: why do you have this fetish? He replied: “when I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea,just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who still live there”.

While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart.A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home..Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him!

Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: “My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you—the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I had promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I’m dying, I’m afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time,still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again”. Her tears made the letter totally wet.
Someday, someone asked her: what’s the taste of salty coffee?

It’s sweet. She replied………………

#Thanks Marce for submitting this cute Story…

The little girl said, ‘No, Dad. You hold my hand.’
‘What’s the difference?’ Asked the puzzled father.
‘There’s a big difference,’ replied the little girl.

‘If I hold your hand and something happens to me,
chances are that I may let your hand go.
But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,
you will never let my hand go.’

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its
bond.

So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them
to hold yours…
This message is too short……but carries a lot of Feelings

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“.

 

Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child’s future. Let’s be wise builders and role models.

“Life is about people connecting with people, and making a positive difference” “Take care of yourself and those you love,
today and everyday!”

A WORD TO TEACHERS

“He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just and are not true. But teach him if you can the wonder of books… but also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on a green hillside.
In school, teach him it is far more honourable to fall than to cheat…
Teach to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him he is wrong.
Teach him to be gentle with gentlepeople and tough with the tough. Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone getting on the bandwagon…
Teach him to listen to all men; but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth, and take only the good that comes through.
Teach him, if you can how to laugh when he is sad… Teach him there is no shame in tears.
Teach him to scoff at cynics and to be aware of too much sweetness.
Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to highest bidders, but never to put a price on his heart and soul. Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob… and stand and fight if thinks he is right.
Treat him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire makes fine steel. Let him have the courage to be impatient. Let him have the patience to be brave. Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself, because then he will have faith in humankind.
This is a big order, but see what you can do. He is such a fine little fellow my son!