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Final letter

The telephone rang. It was a call from his mother. He answered it and his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.”

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered.

Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture…Jack stopped suddenly…

“What’swrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box?” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,'” Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said.

“I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read.

Early the next day Jack went to the post office and retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

“Mr. Harold Belser” it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.

Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filled his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! — Harold Belser.”

“The thing he valued most was my time!”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.*

“Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.

“I need some time to spend with the people I love and say I care for,” he said. “Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!”

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.”

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it’s 100 percent true.

1. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

2. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you.

3. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

4. You mean the world to someone.

5. If not for you, someone may not be living.

6. You are special and unique.

7. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won’t get it, but if you trust God to do what’s best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.

8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a hard look: you most likely turned your back on the world and the people who love and care for you.

10. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you.

11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you’ll both be happy.

13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

Share this letter with all the people you care about. In doing so, you will certainly brighten someone’s day and might change their perspective on life…for the better.

To everyone who read this just now….
*”Thanks for your time.”* 😊

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I chose to be happy..

I really liked this msg! Take a little time out to read it 🤗

During a class at Fresno Pacific University, a speaker asked one of the spouses in the audience:

“Does your husband make you happy?”

At this moment, the husband stood up straighter, showing complete confidence. He knew his wife would say yes, because she had never complained about anything during their marriage.

However, his wife answered the question with a resounding “No.” “No, my husband does not make me happy.”

The husband was baffled, but his wife continued:

“My husband never made me happy, and he does not make me happy. I am happy.”

“Whether I am happy or not is dependent not on him, but on me. I am the only person on whom my happiness depends.

I choose to be happy in every situation and every moment of my life, for if my happiness depended on another person, thing or circumstance, I would be in serious trouble.

Everything that exists in this life constantly changes: the human being, the riches, my body, the climate, my boss, the pleasures, the friends, and my physical and mental health. I could quote an endless list.

I need to decide to be happy regardless of anything else that happens. Whether I own a lot or a little, I am happy! Whether I’m going out or staying home alone, I’m happy! Whether I am rich or poor, I am happy!

I am married, but I was already happy when I was single.
I’m happy for myself.

I love my life not because my life is easier than anyone else’s, but because I have decided to be happy as an individual. I am responsible for my happiness.

When I take this obligation from my husband and anyone else, I free them from the burden of carrying me on their shoulders. It makes everyone’s life much lighter.

And that’s how I’ve had a successful marriage for so many years.”

Never give anyone else the responsibility to control your happiness. Be happy..,
even if it’s hot, even if you’re sick, even if you do not have money, even if someone has hurt you, even if someone does not love you.,
make yourself happy..
Never try to convince someone of ur worth.,
If a person doesn’t love you, they don’t deserve you.
Respect and love yourself..

That goes for women and men of all ages 🌼
🌺 Be Happy 🌺

Apollo and Phaeton

Once Upon a time, Apollo was one of the greatest gods of ancient Greek mythology. One of the stories about him concerns his human son Phaeton. Each morning Phaeton’s mother, Clymene would point out to the boy the rising of the sun and it’s passing through the sky. This was his father Apollo riding a chariot through the sky. However so magnificent were Clymene’s descriptions of Apollo that Phaeton became very conceited, boasting loudly and often of his divine parentage.

Tired of these boasts Phaeton’s playmates urged him to provide proof. Stung by their insults Phaeton learned from his mother how to find Apollo and then set out after the god. When he finally encountered Apollo he timidly entered his presence, and, encouraged by Apollo, poured out his story. As soon as he finished Apollo swore a solemn oath that he would grant his son any proof he wished. He had but to ask.

And ask Phaeton did. He asked permission to drive the sun chariot that very day, sure that his friends would see him and be convinced that Apollo was his father. Apollo was dismayed. Patiently he explained to Phaeton that the four fiery steeds would be beyond Phaeton’s control, that he would kill himself if he tried to drive the chariot. He begged Phaeton to select another proof.

But Phaeton refused to budge from his original request. He wanted to drive the sun chariot, and because Apollo had sworn an oath he could not deny the boy. The hour came when the fiery steeds were ready to go forth. Apollo anointed his son with a cooling oil to protect him from the suns harsh rays, gave him directions, and urged him to watch the steeds with the greatest care, especially to use the whip sparingly as the horses were inclined to be very restive.

Phaeton impatiently listened then leaped into the chariot. For an hour or two he paid heed to his father’s advice and all went well. But, growing overconfident and reckless he drove the horses faster and faster and lost his way. In getting back to course he drove too close to the earth, with disastrous results. The plants shrivelled up, the fountains and rivers went dry, the earth was blackened, and even the people in the land over which he drove were blackened.

Terrified at what he’d done Phaeton drove so far away that all the vegetation which had survived the scorching died on account of the sudden cold.

The people of earth cried out so loudly that the supreme god, Jupiter, was aroused form his sleep. Surveying what had been done he grew furious, took a lightning bolt and hurled it at the conceited Phaeton, killing him instantly.

Phaeton demonstrates the way of foolishness and false pride. Boasting of what was not within his limits and Refusing to listen to the wiser counsel of others, like fools rushing headlong on their way, and giving little thought to the possible consequences and so often finding themselves stranded in disaster.

Perfect heart

Once A young man stood on a street corner, opened his coat, and cried, “Look at my heart, look at my perfect, perfect heart.” A crowd soon gathered, impressed by his perfect heart. They stood in awe of a heart without blemish, perfect and complete in every way.

Soon an old man walked by and paused to see what the commotion was all about. When he heard the young man proudly crying “Look at my perfect heart” the old man pushed his way to the front to get a closer look. And when he saw the young man’s heart he scolded him. “Son, that’s not a perfect heart. If you want to see a perfect heart you need to see mine.” With that the old man opened his coat to reveal and old, knotted and ugly heart. It was full of bumps and holes, and pieces of it had broken off here and there.

The crowd began to laugh, but the old man raised his hand and began to speak. “See this bump” he said, “That’s when I met my first love. Oh, how the sun shone that day, how bright the colours of the universe were, how sweet the swinging of the birds in the trees. What a wonderful moment it was…Ah, but see this hole, that’s when my first love and I broke up. How it pained me, and pains me still. But the hole once ran much deeper. The years have managed to fill it in a lot…See this bump, that’s when I met the woman who became my life partner. Oh, what a wonderful life we had – year after year of shared companionship, of laughter, tears and joy. This scratch here is when we had a blazing row that threatened to end our marriage – but we made up and moved on…Over here, this place where a piece of my heart has been broken off, this is when she passed away. Oh the ache – yes it still aches even today, for she took a part of my heart to the grave with her, but I trust she will return it to me someday…Ah, but here’s another great bump. This was when we began our family. You’ll notice the hole beside it. That’s when we learned we could not bear our own children. How hard it was to accept, how painful to live with. But the bump is when we got our adopted daughter – our very own beautiful little girl to raise as our own. And yes, there are scratches and indentations surrounding the bump – the times we fought and yelled. But always we learned to forgive, and so this bump grows ever bigger.”

The old man went on to describe many other bumps and holes and scratches on his heart, and when he finished the crowd was silent. “You see son” he aid, turning to the young man with the unblemished heart, “yours is not a perfect heart, for it has not lived, it has not been touched with joy and tears and laughter and love and pain and anguish and hardship and celebration. Only when you are an old man like me will you be able to look upon a gnarled and battered heart and be able to say, ‘yes, now that is a perfect heart.’”

Throw a brick

Sharing a beautiful story.

Read this today and don’t delete it even if you are too busy! You’ll see….

A young and successful executive was driving down a neighbourhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.

As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door!

He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.

The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, ‘What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?’

The young boy was apologetic. ‘Please, mister…please, I’m sorry but I didn’t know what else to do,’ he pleaded. ‘I threw the brick because no one else would stop…’

With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. ‘It’s my brother,’ he said. ‘He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.’

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, ‘Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? ‘He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.’

Moved beyond words, the executive tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat… He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at his fresh
scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.

‘Thank you and may God bless you,’ the grateful child told the stranger, too shook up for words..
The man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk towards their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very
noticeable, but the executive never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind himself of this message:

*’Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!’*

God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don’t have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It’s our choice to listen or not.

Thoughts for the Day:

If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.

If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.

He sends you flowers every spring.

He sends you a sunrise every morning. Face it, He is crazy about you!

Share this story with every person’ you wish to bless…. No condition__God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.

Read this line very slowly and let it sink in:

*If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.*

The rotten tomatoes

A teacher asked her students to bring some tomatoes in a plastic bag to school…

Each tomato was to be given the name of a person whom that child hates…

So, the number of tomatoes would be equal to the number of persons they hate…

On a pre-determined day, the children brought their tomatoes well addressed…

Some had two, some had three and some had five, some even had 20 tomatoes in accordance with the number of people they hated…

The teacher then told them they had to carry the tomatoes with them everywhere they go for two weeks…

As the days passed the children started to complain about the decay and smell of the tomatoes…

The students who had many tomatoes complained it was very heavy to carry and the smell was too much…

After a week, the teacher asked the students “How did you feel this week..?”

The children complained of the awful smell and heavy weight of the tomatoes, especially those who carried several tomatoes…

The teacher said, “This is very similar to what you carry in your heart when you don’t like some people…

Hatred makes the heart unhealthy and you carry that hatred everywhere…

If you can’t bear the smell of spoilt tomatoes for a week, imagine the impact of bitterness on your heart as you carry it daily…”

Forgive those who have angered you… This makes room for storing good things…

The heart is a beautiful garden… A place to sow Love, Kindness, Compassion, Peace and Joy..!!

Increase your value

Michael Jordan was born in 1963, in the slums of Brooklyn, New York.

He had four siblings and his father’s earnings were not sufficient to provide for the whole family.

He grew up in a poor neighbourhood. Exposed to mindless violence and heavy discrimination in the slums, he saw for himself only a hopeless future.

His father saw in Michael, a lost soul and decided to do something.

He gave Michael, who was 13 years old, a piece of used clothing and asked: “What do you think the value of this outfit would be?”

Jordan replied,”Maybe one dollar.”

His father asked, “Can you sell it for two dollars? If you can sell it, it would mean that you are a big help to your family.”

Jordan nodded his head, “I’ll try, but no guarantee that I’ll be successful.”

Jordan carefully washed the cloth clean. Because they didn’t have an iron, to smoothen the cloth, he levelled it with a clothes brush on a flat board, then kept it in the sun to dry. The next day, he brought the clothes to a crowded underground station. After offering it for more than six hours. Jordan finally managed to sell it for $2. He took the two dollar bill and ran home.

After that, everyday he looked for used clothing, washed and ironed it, and sold it in the crowd.

More than ten days later, his father again gave him a piece of used clothing, “Can you think of a way you can sell this for 20 bucks?”

Aghast, Jordan said, “How is it possible? This outfit can only fetch two dollars at the most.”

His father replied, “Why don’t you try it first? There might be a way.”

After breaking his head for a few hours, finally, Jordan got an idea.

He asked for cousin’s help to paint a picture of Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse on the garment. Then he tried to sell it in the school where the children of the rich study.

Soon a housekeeper, who was there to pick his master, bought that outfit for his master. The master was a little boy of only 10 years. He loved it so much and he gave a five dollar tip. 25 dollars was a huge amount for Jordan, the equivalent of a month’s salary of his father.

When he got home, his father gave him yet another piece of used clothing, “Are you able to resell it at a price of 200 dollars?” Jordan’s eyes lit up.

This time, Jordan accepted the clothes without the slightest doubt. Two months later a popular movie actress from the movie “Charlie’s Angels”, Farah Fawcett came to New York for her Movie promos. After the press conference, Jordan made his way through the security forces to reach the side of Farah Fawcett and requested her autograph on the piece of clothing. When Fawcett saw this innocent child asking for her autograph, she gladly signed it.

Jordan was shouting very excitedly, “This is a jersey signed by Miss Farah Fawcett, the selling price is 200 dollars!” He auctioned off the clothes, to a businessman for a price of 1,200 dollars!

Upon returning home, his father broke into TEARS and said, “I am amazed that you did it My child! You’re really great! ”

That night, Jordan slept alongside his father. His father said, “Son, in your experience selling these three pieces of clothing, what did you learn about success?”

Jordan replied, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

His father nodded his head, then shook his head, “What you say is not entirely wrong! But that was not my intention. I just wanted to show you that a piece of used clothing which is worth only a dollar can also be increased in value, Then how about us – living & thinking humans? We may be darker and poorer, but what if we CAN increase our VALUE.”

This thought enlightened young Jordan. Even a piece of used clothing could be made dignified, then why not me? There is absolutely no reason to underestimate myself.

From then on, Michael Jordan felt that his future would be beautiful and full of hope.

He went on to become the greatest basketball player of all times.

How can I increase my own value? I am finding it a very interesting thought. I am sure, you too!

Circle of joy

*The circle of joy*

And old story tells that one day, a countryman knocked hard on a monastery door. When the monk tending the gates opened up, he was given a magnificent bunch of grapes.

– Brother, these are the finest my vineyard has produced. I’ve come to bear them as a gift.

– Thank you! I will take them to the Abbot immediately, he’ll be delighted with this offering.

– No! I brought them for you. For whenever I knock on the door, it is you opens it. When I needed help because the crop was destroyed by drought, you gave me a piece of bread and a cup of wine every day.

The monk held the grapes and spent the entire morning admiring it. And decided to deliver the gift to the Abbot, who had always encouraged him with words of wisdom.

The Abbot was very pleased with the grapes, but he recalled that there was a sick brother in the monastery, and thought:

“I’ll give him the grapes. Who knows, they may bring some joy to his life.”

And that is what he did. But the grapes didn’t stay in the sick monk’s room for long, for he reflected:

“The cook has looked after me for so long, feeding me only the best meals. I’m sure he will enjoy these.”

The cook was amazed at the beauty of the grapes. So perfect that no one would appreciate them more than the sexton; many at the monastery considered him a holy man, he would be best qualified to value this marvel of nature.

The sexton, in turn, gave the grapes as a gift to the youngest novice, that he might understand that the work of God is in the smallest details of Creation. When the novice received them, he remembered the first time he came to the monastery, and of the person who had opened the gates for him; it was that gesture which allowed him to be among this community of people who knew how to value the wonders of life.

And so, just before nightfall, he took the grapes to the monk at the gates.

– Eat and enjoy them – he said. – For you spend most of your time alone here, and these grapes will make you very happy.

The monk understood that the gift had been truly destined for him, and relished each of the grapes, before falling into a pleasant sleep.

*Thus the circle was closed; the circle of happiness and joy, which always shines brightly around generous people*.

Good night and God bless you

Hindu goddess appears to British collector

*Hindu goddess appeared before a British Collector!*
🙏🌷🙏🌷🙏
It is not a story but happened really.

A British collector named Rose Peter who was appointed as collector of Madurai during 1812 to 1828. Though he was being a christian he gave more importance to Hinduism and gave honor to Local practices.

Historians recall that Rous Peter acquitted himself as the administrator of the temple with sincerity and respected the religious sentiments of people.

It is believed that Rous Peter respected and treated people of all faiths equally and this attitude towards the people earned him the popular nickname *‘Peter Pandian,’* says Ambai Manivannan, lecturer, Department of Tamil, Thiagarajar College.

Goddess Meenakshi Amman Temple was situated between Peter’s residence and office. Everyday he used to go to office by his horse and when he crossing the temple, he get down from the horse by removing his hat and shoes and crossed whole path on his foot. *Through this he expressed his reverence towards Goddess!*

One day there was heavy downpour in the Madurai city. The collector was sleeping in house house, suddenly he was disturbed by the sound of anklets and he was leaving his bed to find from where the sound came. He saw a girl who was wearing precious ornaments and calling him as *’Peter come away’.* By obeying he came out and follows her, the running girl in the rain. Then he was shocked to see his residence- building which was destroyed within a second. He turned aback and looked at the girl and on the instant she disappeared by running. *On that second he saw that the girl ran without any shoes in her foot and with anklets.* He realized and believed that *Goddess Meenakshi* only saved his life.

A few days later, he wished to give a gift to Lord Meenakshi, which should be a thing which was not available in the temple. To get an idea, he discussed with the priest of that temple and he ordered to make *a pair of golden shoes for Goddess Meenakshi. It is thus that this Paadhukam consisting of 412 rubies, 72 emralds and 80 diamonds was made and donated to the temple. His name was sculpted as “peter” at the bottom of shoes. Till this day this Paadhukam is known as *’Peter Paadhukam’.*(photo attached👇)

Still they were safeguarding the shoes in the temple and every year at the time of ‘chitra Festival’, utsava moorthy of Lord Meenakshi wears that shoe. This is the real incidence happened for the respect given to the Hindu God by the collector.
🙏👇🙏👇🙏

Medical representatives our teacher

What the Marketing Executive taught me?

Since the day I passed out my MBBS and then my Post-Graduation in Psychiatry, that one person who has always been there, has been the Marketing Executives from various Pharma companies.

Today I am great friends with many of them, and have always loved to learn from the great hidden strength their personality.
Learning is a great quality we all should be open to. And everyone has some greatness they can teach you.

Here are few of the great psychological strengths my friends from the Marketing Sector
have –

1. Emotional Control
Indians are exposed to a lot of stress. From travelling, what to eat for the next meal, financial burden, volatile relationship or dealing with tough bosses stress is all around you.
A marketing executive might have all the problems in the world, but when he is in front of his client he tries to be as calm and composed as possible.
If we learn to control and deflate the peak of our negative emotions, we can handle many situations without excess of sadness, guilt or anger.

2. Realistic approach
We live in a world of ego, where everyone wants to prove themself superior to other.

We loose realistic approach to life, trying to be superior.
When a Medical Representative is presenting his product, he will make mistakes. The guy just mugged up what the company told him, he ain’t a pharma expert.

Still when pointed out, he will humbly embrace his faults, will overcome his fears and won’t be ashamed to continue presenting his product.
This is really powerful learning, if we all could learn to control the ego, how powerful we would become.

3. Daring – If you don’t ask you won’t get.
A few months ago a lady walked into the clinic with her husband. The husband was very bad with money management. He would never bargain and would innocently pay whatever a salesman demanded. On further inquiry, I found that the husband did it, because he wanted to run-away from the situation.
He was afraid to ask. He was afraid to fight his seniors for his promotion. He just accepted what came to him.

The general universal rule is “If you don’t ask, you wont get.”.. so ask questions, ask explanations, voice out whats in your mind.

The med. reps does ask questions. I have seen them standing in front of really big and great doctors, still they muster the courage and ask a few questions.
Also they ask if the doctor has tried their product.

Hence if you don’t ask, you won’t get.

4. Forgiveness
A have met hundreds of men and women who have an amazing memory. They practically remember everything. Unfortunately they remember the negative more than the positive.
Henceforth they hold so many grudges against people that the mind becomes restless.

A marketing executive gets it really tough. He has to learn the art of forgiveness. Slowly he becomes a powerhouse in it. He will been insulted more than 1000 times in his life.
I have seen doctors throw MR’s out of their consultancy for not heading of their demands. The insult can be so intense that it challenges his personal belief.

But he knows where his happiness life, and hence forth he forgets, forgives and moves ahead. Next week or next month, the MR will once more come back to the same doctor to ask for the same product.

5. Sense of Humour
Its medically proven that Clinical levels of depression or anxiety are are more prominent when you forget to laugh.
People get addicted to sadness. Movies, serials, reading… the sadder the story, the greater the viewership.
Once the sad scene remains in our brain, it keeps creating sadness for a long time. It keeps hurting the entire brain-body-mind complex.

Thats were I see, many of my MR’s are always smiling. They will always have a joke, a fun filled anecdote to share. They keep it light!
Lighten up, develop a sense of humor. You might not be good at joking, but always sport a smile.
Everyone likes someone who smiles and can make them laugh.

Life is full of learning.
I take this opportunity to thank everyone in the Sales and Marketing sector for their brilliant teachings.

Lets promote the power of Personality.