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Missing children

Enjoy the company of your children. Very touching message.
A beautiful post ……….from one mother to another mother

There were days when My home used to be filled with laughter, arguments, fights, jokes and loads of mischief.

Pens and books all over, and clothes messing the rooms, thrown on the beds.

I used to shout at them to tidy up their mess.

In the morning:

One will wake up and say :
Mama I can’t find a certain book.

And the other will say : I can’t find my perfume,

And one will say : Mama where’s my homework.

And another : Mama I forgot to complete my homework.

Everyone used to ask about their lost possessions. And I will say, but take care of your stuff, be responsible, you have to grow up.

And today I stand at the doorway of the room. The beds are empty. All the cupboards have only a few pieces of clothes in them. And what remains is the smell of perfume that lingers in the air.

Everyone had a special smell. So I take in the smell of their perfume for maybe it will fill the empty ache in my heart.

All I have now is the memory of their laughs and their mischief and their warm hugs.

Today my house is clean and organized and everything is in its place, and it is calm and peaceful. But it is like a desert with no life in it. Do not become angry with your kids about the mess.

Every time they come to visit and they spend time with us, when they are ready to leave. They pull their bags and it is as if they tug my heart along with it.

They close the door behind them and then I stand still and think of the many times I shouted them to close the doors.

Here I am today, closing my own doors. Nobody opens it besides me. Each one gone to a different city or a different country. All left to find their own path in life.

They have grown up and I wished that they could stay with me forever.

Oh! God….. Take care of them & all other children wherever they may be, for You are their guide and protector …and always keep them happy.

If your children are still in the stage that you need to talk and talk before they could get things done in the house, please, cherish and endure it with joy, don’t nag, they will soon leave your home for you, remember they were not there at the beginning of your marriage. Now that they are around, make them happy.

Dedicated to all mothers and fathers.

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A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
“Your son is here,” she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened. Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.. He
reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and
encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was
oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital – the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients..
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said
nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now
lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the
Marine interrupted her.
“Who was that man?” he asked.
The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered.
“No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied. “I never saw him before in my life..”
“Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”
“I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed
his son, and his son just wasn’t here. When I realized that he was too
sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed
me, I stayed.” I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son
was killed in war today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this
Gentleman’s Name?
The Nurse with Tears in her Eyes answered, “Mr. William Grey………….”

The next time someone needs you ……. just be there. Stay.
WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE.
WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.

Tax assessment

Once a tax assessor came to a Christian business man for calculating the tax he needed to pay. On his visit

“List your possessions, please,” the assessor instructed.

The Christian said:

“First, I have everlasting life, John 3:16,

Second, I have a mansion in heaven, John 14:2,

Third, I have peace that passes all understanding, Philippians 4:7,

Fourth, I have joy unspeakable, 1 Peter 1:8,

Fifth, I have divine love which never fails, 1 Corinthians 13:8,

Sixth, I have a faithful wife, Proverbs 31:10,

Seventh, I have healthy, happy obedient children, Exodus 20:12,

Eighth, I have true, loyal friends, Proverbs 18:24,

Ninth, I have songs in the night, Psalms 42:8,

Tenth, I have a crown of life, James 1:12 ″.

The tax assessor closed his book, and said, “Truly you are a very rich man, but your property is not subject to taxation.”

Airline lunches

Nice article, worth your time to read and fwd.

Airline Lunches –

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight to Delhi.
‘I’m glad I have a good book to read Perhaps I will get a short sleep,’ I thought.

Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.
‘Where are you guys headed?’ I asked the Young man seated nearest to me. “Agra. We’ll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we’re being deployed for operations.”

After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that lunches were available on payment. It would be several hours before we reached Delhi , and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time..

As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. ‘No, that cost a lot of money, probably wouldn’t be worth it. I’ll wait till we get to Delhi ….”
His buddy agreed.

I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant enough money to cover for 10 lunches and told her ‘Take a lunch to all those soldiers..’
She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. ‘My young brother was a soldier in Kargil , it’s almost like you are doing it for him..’

Picking up ten lunchboxes, she headed up the aisle to where the boys were seated.
She stopped at my seat and asked, ‘Which do you like best – Veg or chicken?’
‘Chicken,’ I replied, wondering why she asked..

She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. “This is your thanks”.

After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. An old man stopped me. ‘I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.’ He handed me a Rs 500/- note.
Soon after I returned to my seat,

I saw the Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he wasn’t looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said, ‘I want to shake your hand.’
Quickly unfastening my seat-belt I stood and took the Captain’s hand. With a booming voice he said, ‘I was an Air Force pilot a long time back. Once someone bought me lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.’ I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.

Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A kid who looked about 18 was sitting about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. I felt him stick a currency note in my palm.

When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to depart. Waiting just inside the aeroplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word.
Another currency note !

Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their Trip up to their training area.. I walked over to them and handed them all the currency notes that was given to me on the flight and said. ‘It will take you some time to reach your training area. It will be about time for a sandwich. May God Bless You.’ and thank you for doing whatever you do.

Ten young men of honour left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow countrymen. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little…

A Serviceman is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank cheque made payable to ‘ India ‘ for an amount of ‘up to and including my life.’

That is Honour, and there are way too many people in this country who don’t understand it………….

Hope this one is a good forward message. 👏

Soldiers of our nation

Nice article, worth your time to read and fwd.

Airline Lunches –

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight to Delhi.
‘I’m glad I have a good book to read Perhaps I will get a short sleep,’ I thought.

Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.
‘Where are you guys headed?’ I asked the Young man seated nearest to me. “Agra. We’ll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we’re being deployed for operations.”

After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that lunches were available on payment. It would be several hours before we reached Delhi , and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time..

As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. ‘No, that cost a lot of money, probably wouldn’t be worth it. I’ll wait till we get to Delhi ….”
His buddy agreed.

I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant enough money to cover for 10 lunches and told her ‘Take a lunch to all those soldiers..’
She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. ‘My young brother was a soldier in Kargil , it’s almost like you are doing it for him..’

Picking up ten lunchboxes, she headed up the aisle to where the boys were seated.
She stopped at my seat and asked, ‘Which do you like best – Veg or chicken?’
‘Chicken,’ I replied, wondering why she asked..

She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. “This is your thanks”.

After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. An old man stopped me. ‘I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.’ He handed me a Rs 500/- note.
Soon after I returned to my seat,

I saw the Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he wasn’t looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said, ‘I want to shake your hand.’
Quickly unfastening my seat-belt I stood and took the Captain’s hand. With a booming voice he said, ‘I was an Air Force pilot a long time back. Once someone bought me lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.’ I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.

Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A kid who looked about 18 was sitting about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. I felt him stick a currency note in my palm.

When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to depart. Waiting just inside the aeroplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word.
Another currency note !

Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their Trip up to their training area.. I walked over to them and handed them all the currency notes that was given to me on the flight and said. ‘It will take you some time to reach your training area. It will be about time for a sandwich. May God Bless You.’ and thank you for doing whatever you do.

Ten young men of honour left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow countrymen. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little…

A Serviceman is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank cheque made payable to ‘ India ‘ for an amount of ‘up to and including my life.’

That is Honour, and there are way too many people in this country who don’t understand it………….

Hope this one is a good forward message. 👏

Short stories with deep meaning

8 Shortest stories, with deep meanings!

(1) Those who had coins, enjoyed in the rain. Those who had notes, were busy looking for shelter.

(2) Man and God both met somewhere. Both exclaimed, “My creator.”

(3) He asked, are you a Hindu or Muslim? The response came, “I am hungry”!

(4) The fool didn’t know it was impossible. So he did it.

(5) “Wrong number,” Said a familiar voice.

(6) What if God asks you after you die, “So how was heaven?”

(7) They told me that to make her fall in love I had to make her laugh. But every time she laughs, I am the one who falls in love.”

(8) We don’t make friends anymore.
We Add them nowadays.

I am changing

🥀 *Am I Changing?*

Yes. I am changing. *Days slip into weeks, weeks turn into months and months transform into years. Calendars are changing and so am I.*

Yes, I am changing. *After loving my parents, my siblings, my spouse, my children and my friends, now I have started loving myself.*

Yes, I am changing. *I just realised that I am not “Atlas” and the world does not rest on my shoulders.*

Yes, I am changing. *I have now stopped bargaining with poor vegetable and fruit vendors. After all, a few rupees more is not going to burn a hole in my pocket but it might help the poor fellow save for his daughter’s school fees.*

Yes, I am changing. *I pay the autowala / cabwala and walk away without waiting for the change. The extra money might bring a smile on his face. After all he is toiling much harder for a living than me.*

Yes, I am changing. *I have stopped telling the elderly that they have already narrated that story many times. After all, the story makes them walk down the memory lane and relive the past.*

Yes, I am changing. *I have learnt not to correct people even when I know they are wrong. After all, the onus of making everyone perfect is not on me. Peace is more precious than perfection.*

Yes, I am changing. *I give compliments freely and generously. After all, its a mood enhancer not only for the recipient but also for me.*

Yes, I am changing. *I have learnt not to bother about my creased shirt or mismatched trousers. After all, personality speaks louder than appearances.*

Yes, I am changing. *I am learning not to let others make me feel incompetent. After all I am not only what they see in me. I might not be good at certain things but I am excellent at others.*

Yes, I am changing. *I walk away from people who don’t value me. After all, they might not know my worth, but I certainly do.*

Yes, I am changing. *I remain cool when someone plays dirty politics to outrun me in the rat race. After all I am neither a rat and nor am I in any race.*

Yes, I am changing. *I am learning not to be embarrassed by my emotions. After all it’s my emotions that make me human.*

Yes, I am changing. *I now tell people if I like them. After all, there is nothing wrong in liking someone.*

Yes, I am changing. *I have learnt that it’s better to drop the ego than to break a relationship. After all, my ego will keep me aloof whereas with relationships I will never be alone.*

Yes, I am changing. *I’ve learnt to live each day as if it were the last. After all, it might be the last.*

Yes, I am changing. *I am doing what makes me happy. After all, I am responsible for my happiness. And I owe it to me.*

*Life Is A Chance To Grow A Soul* ❄❄

Fall back

Who is your fallback!

People help you the way they know to help you.

To help you to come out of stress, one friend will ask you to drink and another will ask you to meditate.

To overcome hurt, one friend will ask you to take revenge and get even, and another will ask you to forgive and get ahead with your life.

‘Who is your fallback’ makes all the difference.

Duryodhana’s predicament, in his own words, was, “I know what is right but I am not able to indulge in it. I know what is wrong but I am not able to avoid it.”
He needed a fallback.

His fallback was his uncle Shakuni, and resultantly, Duryodhana moved from bad to worse.

Arjuna’s predicament was different. He was allowing his personal emotions to dominate his sense of duty, and hence wanted to escape from the responsibilities he had towards upholding righteousness.

He needed a fallback. His fallback was Krishna, and resultantly, Arjuna was restored to his greatness.

Humans we are, at some point or the other, we all need a fallback.

‘Who is your fallback’ makes all the difference.

Choose Well👍

P.S: I thank the one who sent me this beautiful, thought provoking message and sharing it with you.

10 short stories.

10 short stories with deep meanings.

1) She was very excited
today, after all the
school was re-opening
after a long summer
break. Now, once
again, she could start
selling stationery at
the traffic signal to
feed her family.

2) She, a renowned artist
and a strict mother,
often scolded her 6-
year-old son for he
could never draw a
line straight. As he
breathed slowly into
the ventilator, she
begged him to make
one more crooked line
on the ECG.

3) “Everyone goes with
the flow… but the one
who goes against it
becomes someone
remarkable.” Before I
could explain this to
the traffic police, the
man issued me a fine.

4) Their love was
different. She was
happy every time he
kicked her in the
stomach. Every time
he kicked she loved
him more. She waited
for the time she would
hold her baby for the
first time.

5) All my toys are yours..!
Read her brother’s
death note.

6) They took his father,
and only returned a
flag.

7) At 25, I became a
mother of one; at 27 I
became a mother of
two; and today, at 55, I
have become a
mother of three! My
son got married today,
and brought home his
wife!

8) “Born to rich parents,
this boy is so lucky,”
exclaimed the
neighbors!
Somewhere in
heaven, three unborn
sisters cried.

9) “You ruined my career,
I was supposed to be
an Executive Director,”
she thought to
herself. The little
angel held her finger
tightly and she forgot
everything; A mother
was born.

10) Once a 5-year-old boy
was standing
barefoot in the
shallow water of the
ocean. He was
repeating the same
sentence to the
waves – “Even if you
touch my feet a
thousand times, I
won’t forgive you for
taking my parents
away.

_Breath taking! Aren’t they?_10 short stories with deep meanings.

Parents live forever

Parents live forever…

They say when parents die, the world comes to an end. The house looks empty. But I feel that parents live forever and they stay with us. It’s we who forget them.

The fact of the matter is that a brother has the eyes of the beloved father, a sister’s pretty face is like that of your compassionate mother, a sibling smiles like dad or a sister cooks like mom.

Parents don’t die. They never leave us. The live among us. They live in us.

We’re reflections of our parents. Despite their physical absence, they continue to live in us.

When you want to remember your parents or you want to see them, when you want to be with them, simply gather your siblings around you. And you’ll find the mesmerizing smile of your mom in one sibling, the soothing voice of your dad in another. You’ll feel them very close to you. All around you. Deep inside you.

The garden of love that our parents cultivate and grow with love, from the time we’re born, with their blood, sweat and tears will continue to bloom, unaffected by the cycles of tough weather. They shelter us in tough times.

But there are times, when we forget all their hard work and destroy the paradise they built, with our selfishness, hatred, and opportunistic attitude.

Parents don’t die. We put them to death.

Love your parents. Love your siblings. Continue to feed the garden that your parents cultivated with love and compassion so that it never ceases to bloom and blossom.
You’ll make your world a living paradise on earth. A heaven that only knows love, compassion, care, respect… with your loved ones around you.