Don't mess

A German Shepherd starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he's lost. 

Wandering about, he notices a panther heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch. 

The old German Shepherd thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep shit now!" 

Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the panther is about to leap, the old German Shepherd exclaims loudly, 

"Boy, that was one delicious panther! I wonder, if there are any more around here?" 

Hearing this, the young panther halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. 

"Whew!," says the panther, "That was close! That old German Shepherd nearly had me!" 

Meanwhile, a squirrel who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the panther. So, off he goes. 

The squirrel soon catches up with the panther, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the panther. 

The young panther is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, squirrel, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!" 

Now, the old German Shepherd sees the panther coming with the squirrel on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?," but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old German Shepherd says... 

This made me smile! 

"Where's that squirrel? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another panther!" 

Moral of this story... 

Don't mess with the 
old dogs. Age and skill will always overcome youth and treachery! 

Bull Shit and brilliance only come with age and experience. 

"Ducks Quack, Eagles Soar".

I was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up, the first thing I noticed was that the taxi was polished to a bright shine. Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and freshly pressed black slacks, the cab driver jumped out and rounded the car to open the back passenger door for me.

He handed me a laminated card and said: 'I'm Wasu, your driver. While I'm loading your bags in the trunk I'd like you to read my mission statement.'

Taken aback, I read the card. It said: Wasu's Mission Statement:
To get my customers to their destination in the quickest, safest and cheapest way possible in a friendly environment.

This blew me away. Especially when I noticed that the inside of the cab matched the outside. Spotlessly clean!

As he slid behind the wheel, Wasu said, 'Would you like a cup of coffee? I have a thermos of regular and one of decaf.'

I said jokingly, 'No, I'd prefer a soft drink.'

Wasu smiled and said, 'No problem. I have a cooler up front with regular and Diet Coke, lassi, water and orange juice.'

Almost stuttering, I said, 'I'll take a Lassi.'

Handing me my drink, Wasu said, 'If you'd like something to read, I have The Hindu, Times  of India, ET and India Today.'

As they were pulling away, Wasu handed me another laminated card, 'These are the stations I get and the music they play, if you'd like to listen to the radio.'

And as if that weren't enough, Wasu told me that he had the air conditioning on and asked if the temperature was comfortable for him.

Then he advised me of the best route to my destination for that time of day. He also let me know that he'd be happy to chat and tell me about some of the sights or, if I preferred, to leave me with my own thoughts.

'Tell me, Wasu,' I was amazed and asked him, 'have you always served customers like this?'

Wasu smiled into the rear view mirror. 'No, not always. In fact, it's only been in the last two years. My first five years driving, I  spent most of my time complaining like all the rest of the cabbies do. Then I heard about power of choice one day.'

'Power of choice is that you can be a duck or an eagle.'

'If you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you'll rarely disappoint yourself. Stop complaining!'

'Don't be a duck. Be an eagle. Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the crowd.'

'That hit me right,' said Wasu.

'It is about me. I was always quacking and complaining, so I decided to change my attitude and become an eagle. I looked around at the other cabs and their drivers. The cabs were dirty, the drivers were
unfriendly, and the customers were unhappy. So I decided to make some changes. I put in a few at a time. When my customers responded well, I did more.'

'I take it that has paid off for you,' I said.

'It sure has,' Wasu replied. 'My first year as an eagle, I doubled my income from the previous year. This year I'll probably quadruple it. My customers call me for appointments on my cell phone or leave a message on it.'

Wasu made a different choice. He decided to stop quacking like ducks and start soaring like eagles.

Have an eagle week..next week... And next...And.... so on...

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"You don't die if you fall in water, you die only if you don't swim"

coffee on the wall :---

a story from nowhere-

as i sat with my friend in a well-known coffee shop in a neighbouring town of venice (italy),
the city of lights and water.
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and as we enjoyed our coffee,
a man entered and sat at an empty table beside us.
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he called the waiter and placed his order saying-
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'two cups of coffee, one of them there on the wall’
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we heard this order with rather interest and observed that he was served with one cup of coffee only,
but he paid for two.
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as soon as he left the shop the waiter pasted a piece of paper on the wall saying-
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‘a cup of coffee’
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while we were still there,
two other men entered and ordered three cups of coffee,
two on the table and one on the wall.
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they had the two cups of coffee but again paid for three and left.
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this time also, the waiter did the same-
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he pasted a piece of paper on the wall saying-
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'a cup of coffee’
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it was something unique and perplexing for us.
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we finished our coffee, paid our bill and left.
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after a few days, we had a chance to go to this coffee shop again.
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while we were enjoying our cups of coffee,
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a man who was poorly dressed entered the shop.
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as he seated himself, he looked at the wall and said-
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'one cup of coffee from the wall'
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the waiter served a cup of coffee to this man with the customary respect and dignity.
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the man had his coffee and left without paying.
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we were amazed to watch all this,
as the waiter took off a piece of paper from the wall and threw it in the dust bin.
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now it was no surprise for us–
the matter was very clear.
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the great respect for the needy and the elderly shown by the inhabitants of this town made our eyes fill up in tears.
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ponder upon the need of what this man wanted...
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he enters the coffee shop without having to lower his self-esteem… .
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he has no need to ask for a free cup of coffee…
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without asking or knowing about the one who is giving this cup of coffee to him.
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he only looked at the wall,
placed an order for himself,
enjoyed his coffee and left happily.
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... probably the most beautiful wall you may ever see anywhere....!
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worth sharing......
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its what makes us human.....
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A person working with a freezer plant.

It was almost the day end. Everyone had packed up to check out.

A technical snag developed in the plant and he went to check.

By the time he finished it was late. The doors were sealed and the lights were off.

Trapped inside the ice plant for the night without air and light, an icy grave was almost sure for him.

Hours passed thus. Suddenly he found someone opening the door.

Was it a miracle?

The security guard entered there with a torch and helped him to come out.

On the way back the person asked the security guard, “How did you know that I was inside? Who informed you?” the guard said, “No one sir, this unit has about 50 people. But you are the only one who says "Hello" to me in the morning and "Bye" in the evening.

You had reported in morning. But did not go out. That made me suspicious.”

He never knew a small gesture of greeting someone would prove to be a lifesaver for him.
Remember to greet when you meet someone, of course, with a warm smile.

You never know - it may work a miracle in your life too.

"Education is not a degree or certificate that can be shown to others as proof. It is our attitude, actions, language and behaviour with others in real life!"

Every day is a Bonus. Stay blessed.

A man of 92 years, short, very well-presented, who takes great care in his appearance, is moving into an old people's home today.

After waiting several hours in the retirement home lobby, he gently smiles as he is told that his room is ready.

His wife of 80 has recently died, and he is obliged to leave his home.

As he slowly walks to the elevator, using his cane, I describe his small room to him, including the sheet hung at the window which serves as a curtain.

"I like it very much", he says, with the enthusiasm of an 8 year old boy who has just been given a new puppy.

" You haven't even seen the room yet, hang on a moment, we are almost there. "

" That has nothing to do with it ", he replies.

" It is already decided in my mind that I like my room. It is a decision I take every morning when I wake up. "

" Happiness is something I choose in advance. Whether or not I like the room does not depend on the furniture, or the decor rather it depends on how I decide to see it. "

"I can choose. I can spend my day in bed enumerating all the difficulties that I have with the parts of my body that no longer work very well, or I can get up and give thanks to heaven for those parts that are still in working order. "

"Every day is a gift, and as long as I can open my eyes, I will focus on the new day, and all the happy memories that I have built up during my life. "

"Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw in later life what you have deposited along the way. "

So, my advice to you is to deposit all the happiness you can in your bank account of memories.

Thank you for your part in filling my account with happy memories, which I am still continuing to fill.

Remember these simple guidelines for happiness.

1. Free your heart from hate.
2. Free your mind from worry.
3. Live simple.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.

If you have been blessed by this message, send it to your loved ones and your friends. It is the way we touch each other with simple truths that spread goodness in the world. Who knows, a miracle may happen as a result.

The Loving Request Of Divorce.... Unknown Author...

I got home one night and, as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, "I want a divorce." She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words. Instead, she softly asked me why. I avoided the question, and this made her angry. She threw down the chopsticks and shouted, "You are not a man!" We didn’t talk to each other that night. 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 stating that she could keep the house, the car, and a 30% share of my company. She glanced at it and tore it to 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. She finally cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see in the first place, and the idea of divorce felt more real now.
I got home very late from work the next day, and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have dinner; I just went straight to bed and fell asleep. 

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but requested that for the next month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month, and she didn’t want to disrupt him with a broken marriage.
She also asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day, and requested that I now carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning for the month’s duration. I thought she was going crazy, but to make our last days together bearable, I accepted her odd request.

We were both pretty clumsy about it when I carried her out on the first day, but our son was joyfully clapping his hands behind us, singing, "Daddy is holding mommy in his arms!" His words triggered a sense of pain in me. I carried her from the bedroom to the living room, and then to the door. She closed her eyes and softly said, "Don’t tell our son about the divorce." I nodded and put her down outside the door. 

We weren't as clumsy on the second day. She leaned on my chest, and I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t really looked at this woman for a long time. She was not young anymore. There were fine wrinkles on her face, and 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. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by, and I suddenly realized that she was getting very thin.

One morning it hit me how she was burying so much pain and bitterness in her heart, and without really thinking about it, I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at that moment and said, "Dad, it’s time to carry mom out!" To him, seeing his father carry his mother out had become an essential part of every morning. My wife gestured to our son to come closer, and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might start changing my mind. I carried her in my arms, and her hand naturally wrapped around my neck. I held her body tightly, just like on our wedding day.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms, I could hardly move a step. I knew what I had to do. I drove to Jane's place, walked upstairs and said, "I'm sorry, Jane, but I do not want to divorce my wife anymore".

It all became very clear to me. I had carried my wife into our home on our wedding day, and I am to hold her "until deaths do us apart". I bought a bouquet of flowers for my wife on my way home, and when the salesgirl asked me what to write on the card, I smiled and said, "I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart".

I got home, flowers in my hands, and a big smile on my face. But my wife had died in her sleep while I was away. It turns out that she'd been fighting cancer for a few months now, but I was too busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon, but wanted to save me from a negative reaction from our son (in case we push through with the divorce). In the eyes of our son, at least, I would still appear to have been a loving husband. I carried her out for the last time...
The small details of our lives, that I initially thought were boring and unimportant, are what really matters in a relationship; not the mansion, the car, personal property or the money in the bank. These things may create an environment conducive for happiness, but they cannot provide happiness in-and-of themselves.

So find time to be your lover’s friend, and to do those little things for each other that build intimacy.
Many people do not realize how close they are to success when they give up.

What matters??......

At his peak, Dilip Kumar was travelling by plane. The passenger sitting next was elderly. Dressed in a very simple bush shirt and pant, his apparel projected a middle class Indian. He appeared well educated.
Passengers on the aircraft snatched glances of the renowned Dilip Kumar. Yet, the gentleman seated next to him appeared unconcerned. He read his newspaper, then looked out of the window. When tea came, he sipped it without any notice of Dilip Kumar who sat with him. It made Dilip Kumar uneasy. Trying to strike a conversation, he smiled. The courteous man smiled back and said hello. Dilip Kumar somehow brought the subject to films and asked the gentleman,
"Do you watch films?"
The man replied,
"Oh, very few. I did see one many years ago"
Dilip casually mentioned that he himself worked in films to which the gentleman replied; "Oh, that's nice. What do you do?"

Dilip Kumar; "I am a film actor"
Gentleman; "Oh, wonderful?"

There was no further response.

When the flight landed and both stood up, Dilip Kumar held out his hand,
"It was good to travel with you. By the way, my name is Dilip Kumar"

The gentleman shook his hand and smiled, "Thank you. I am J.R.D. Tata"

HEART TOUCHING STORY!

Ex Indian President Dr. Abdul Kalam Says:
"When I was a kid, my Mom cooked food for us.
One night in particular when she had made dinner after a long hard day's work, Mom placed a plate of 'subzi' and extremely burnt roti in front of my Dad.

I was waiting to see if anyone noticed the burnt roti. But Dad just ate his roti and asked me how was my day at school.

I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember I heard Mom apologizing to Dad for the burnt roti.

And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burnt roti."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy, good night & I asked him if he really liked his roti burnt. He wrapped me in his arms & said:
"Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she was really tired. And besides... A burnt roti never hurts anyone but HARSH WORDS DO!"

One of best messages I've received

It was a Sports Stadium...

8 boys were standing  on a track for racing.

Ready !

Steady !

Bang !

With sound of Pistol all boys started running.

Hardly  had they covered 10 to 15 steps,
1 boy slipped & fell.

He started crying due to pain.

When other 7 Boys heard him, all of them STOPPED running..

STOOD for a while,

turned BACK & RAN
towards him.

All the 7 Boys LIFTED the Boy,
pacified him,
joined hands together,
walked together &
reached WINNING Post.

Officials were shocked.

Many Eyes were
filled with tears.

It happened at Pune.

Race was conducted by
National Institute of
Mental Health...

All participants were
Mentally RETARDED.

What did they teach ?
Teamwork,
Humanity,
Sportsman spirit,
Love,
Care,
&
Equality..

We Surely can NEVER Do this,

because...

We have Brains.... 
We have Ego...
We have Attitude
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