Cute story

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a
pole, which she carried across her neck.


One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and
always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk
from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home
only one and a half pots of water.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the
poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that
it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of
what it perceived to be bitter failure,it spoke to the woman one day by
the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side
causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."

The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your
side of the path, but not on the other pot'sside?" "That's because I have
always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of
the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them."

"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not
be this beauty to grace the house."

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we
each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the
good in them.

SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to
smell the flowers on your side of the path!

" Promised Relief "

You broke my spirit
and tore me apart,
I suffered in silence
and wept in my heart,

You put me down
and called me names,
I watched you in silence
play your games,

I thought my love
would show you the light,
teach you to care
and make things right,

T'was never enough
my love nor devotion,
my innocent gestures,
my heartfelt emotion,

The days turned to months
and years swept by,
I prayed to God
and continued to try,

You used and abused me
but not anymore,
My pride intact
I walked out the door,

I lived a lie,
A life in denial,
I thought it was love
but t'was only betrayal

What is confidence ????

A hypothetical situation where 20 executives board an
airplane and are told that the flight that they are
about to take is the first-ever to feature pilotless
technology: It is an uncrewed aircraft.
Each one of the CEOs is then told, privately, that
their company's software is running the aircraft's
automatic pilot system.
Nineteen of the CEOs promptly leave the aircraft, each
offering a different type of excuse.
One CEO alone remains on board the jet, seeming very
calm indeed.
Asked why he is so confident in this first uncrewed
flight, he replies : "If it is the same software that
runs my company's IT systems, this plane won't even
take off." !!!!

That is called Confidence!!!

Very Very Meaningful

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.

The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."

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 whom you love rather than expecting them to hold urs...


This mail is too short..........but carries a lot of Feeling..

Really Touching One !

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students
in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of
their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as
the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate
sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire
class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never
knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me
so much." were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they
discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't
matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy
with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his
teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never
seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took
a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to
her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes."
Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a
luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to
speak with his teacher.

"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his
pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought
you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper
that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.

The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she
had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see,
Mark treasured it."

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled
rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of
my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her
wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this
with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she
continued: "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and
for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will
end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and
important. Tell them, before it is too late.

Love Story

A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.
They loved each other a lot..
Girl:" slow down a little.. I'm scared.."
Boy: "No, it's so fun.."
Girl: "please... it's so scary.."
Boy: "Then say that you love me.."
Girl: "Fine. I love you. Can you slow down now?"
Boy: "Give me a big hug.."
The girl gave him a big hug.
Girl: "Now can you slow down?"
Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable and
it's bothering me while I drive."


The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had
crashed into a building because its brakes were broken.
There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the
other had survived...

The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the
girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared.
Instead,
he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from
her, put his helmet on her so that she can live, and die himself...

I Believe...

I believe-
that we don't have to change friends
if we understand that friends change.

I believe-
that no matter how good a friend is,
they're going to hurt you every
once in a while and you must forgive
them for that.

I believe-
that true friendship continues to grow,
even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.

I believe-
that you can do something in an instant
that will give you heartache for life.

I believe-
that it's taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.

I believe-
that you should always leave loved ones
with loving words. It may be the last
time you see them.

I believe-
that you can keep going
long after you can't.

I believe-
that we are responsible for what we do,
no matter how we feel.

I believe-
that either you control your attitude
or it controls you.

I believe-
that regardless of how hot and
steamy a relationship is at first,
the passion fades and there had
better be something else to take
its place.

I believe-
that heroes are the people
who do what has to be done
when it needs to be done,
regardless of the consequences.

I believe-
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe-
that my best friend and I can do anything
or nothing and have the best time.

I believe-
that sometimes the people you expect
to kick you when you're down,
will be the ones to help you get back up.

I believe-
that sometimes when I'm angry
I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me
the right to be cruel.

I believe-
that 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.

I believe-
that maturity has more to do with
what types of experiences you've had
and what you've learned from them
and less to do with how many
birthdays you've celebrated.

I believe-
that it isn't always enough to be
forgiven by others. Sometimes you
have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe-
that no matter how bad your heart is broken
the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I believe-
that our background and circumstances
may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who we become.

I believe-
that just because two people argue,
it doesn't mean they don't love each other
And just because they don't argue,
it doesn't mean they do.

I believe-
that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a
secret. It could change your life forever.

I believe-
that two people can look at the exact
same thing and see something totally.
different.

I believe-
that your life can be changed in a matter of
hours by people who don't even know you.

I believe-
that even when you think you have no more
to give, when a friend cries out to you
you will find the strength to help.

I believe-
that credentials on the wall
do not make you a decent human being.

I believe-
that the people you care about most in life
are taken from you too soon.

THE INDIAN MOM

Mom comes to visit her son Kumar for dinner...who lives with a girlroommate
Sunita. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice
how pretty Kumar's, roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a
relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious.
Over
the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to
wonder if there was more between Kumar and his roommate than met the eye.
Reading his mom's thoughts, Kumar volunteered, "I know what you must be
thinking, but I assure you, Sunita and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Sunita came to Kumar saying,
"Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver
chutney jar. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" "Well, I doubt it, but
I'll email her, just to be sure."
So he sat down and wrote :
Dear Mother, !
I'm not saying that you 'did' take the chutney jar from my house, I'm not
saying that you 'did not' take the chutney jar. But the fact remains that
it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love,
Kumar


Several days later, Kumar received an email from his Mother which read:
Dear Son,
I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Sunita, and I'm not saying that you
'do not' sleep with Sunita. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping
in her OWN bed, she would have found the chutney jar by now.
Love,
Mom.


Lesson of the day .....
Don't Lie to Your Mother...especially if she is Indian