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A race to learn from.

It was a Sports Stadium.
Eight Children were standing on the track to participate in a running event.
* Ready! * Steady! * Bang !!!
With the sound of Toy pistol,
All eight girls started running.

Hardly had they covered ten to fifteen steps,
when one of the smaller girls slipped and fell down,
Due to bruises and pain she started crying.
When the other seven girls heard the little girl cry they stopped running, stood for a while and turned back.

Seeing the girl on the track they all ran to help.
One among them bent down, picked her up and kissed her gently
And enquired as to how she was..
They then lifted the fallen girl pacifying her.

Two of them held her firmly while all seven joined hands together and walked together towards the winning post…….. ..

There was pin drop silence at the spectator’s stand.
Officials were shocked.
Slow claps multiplied to thousands as the spectators stood up in appreciation.
Many eyes were filled with tears
And perhaps even God’s!

YES.!! This happened in Hyderabad [ INDIA ], recently!

The sport was conducted by
National Institute of Mental Health.
All these special girls had come to participate in this event
They were spastic children.
Yes, they were Mentally Challenged.

What did they teach the WORLD.?


Equality among all.??

Successful people help others who are slow in learning
So that they are not left far behind.

This is really a great message… Spread it.!
We never do this because we have brains !!!


Mom my angel

This is too beautiful not to share. ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸA Newborn’s๐Ÿ‘ถ Conversation with God ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿž๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ


๐ŸŒธ๐ŸA baby๐Ÿ‘ถasked God,๐ŸŒท๐Ÿž “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow,  but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?”๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ 
๐ŸŒธ๐ŸGod said, ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿž”Your angel ๐Ÿ‘ผwill be waiting for you and will take care of you.” ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ

๐ŸŒธ๐ŸThe child ๐Ÿ‘ถfurther inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.”๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ 
๐ŸŒธ๐ŸGod said, ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿž”Your angel ๐Ÿ‘ผwill sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel’s ๐Ÿ‘ผlove and be very happy.” ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ

๐ŸŒธ๐ŸAgain the small child ๐Ÿ‘ถasked, “And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don’t know the language?”๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ
๐ŸŒธ๐ŸGod said,๐ŸŒท๐Ÿž”Your angel๐Ÿ‘ผ will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel ๐Ÿ‘ผwill teach you how to speak.”๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ

๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ”And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?” ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ
๐ŸŒธ๐ŸGod said,๐ŸŒท๐Ÿž”Your angel ๐Ÿ‘ผwill place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ

๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ”Who will protect me?” ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ
๐ŸŒธ๐ŸGod said, ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿž”Your angel ๐Ÿ‘ผwill defend you even if it means risking her life.”๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ 

๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ”But I ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿžwill always be sad because I ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿžwill not see you anymore.”๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ
๐ŸŒธ๐ŸGod said, ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿž”Your angel ๐Ÿ‘ผwill always talk to you about Me๐ŸŒท๐Ÿžand will teach you the way to come back to Me, ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿževen though I will always be next to you.”๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ

๐ŸŒธ๐ŸAt that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child ๐Ÿ‘ถhurriedly asked, ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿž”God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel’s๐Ÿ‘ผname.”๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ

๐ŸŒธ๐ŸGod said,๐ŸŒท๐ŸžYou will simply call her……๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ


๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ›M- My๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ› 

๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ›O- Only๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ› 

๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ›M- Mentor๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ›


                                                          ๐ŸŒปLift a mother’s spirit; send this to every mother you know,no matter how old her child ๐Ÿ‘ถis. Pls do share with all the loving moms…I just did it..๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜˜๐ŸŒน

Story of Red Moon

There was once a little grey planet that was very sad. The people living there hadn’t looked after it, despite them having all the inventions and space ships you could ever need. They had contaminated the whole countryside so much with rubbish and pollution that there were no plants or animals left.

One day, a little boy was walking on the planet, when he passed a cave and noticed a small red flower inside. The flower was very sick – almost dying – so the boy carefully dug up the flower, with roots, soil and everything. Then, he started looking for a place where he could look after it. He searched all over the planet, but everywhere was so contaminated that there was no place the flower could possibly live in. Then he looked up at the sky and noticed the moon. It seemed to the boy that maybe the plant could survive there.

So the little boy put on his astronaut suit, and climbed into a space ship. He put the little red flower in the back, and off they went to the moon.

Far away from all that pollution – and with the boy visiting it every day to tend it – the flower started to grow. The flower was so well cared for, that it had soon germinated, giving birth to others, and these other flowers spread onto other flowers. Before long, the whole moon was completely covered with flowers.

That’s why, whenever the little boy’s flowers open up, for a few minutes the moon takes on a soft red sheen, like a warning light. Maybe it’s telling us that if you don’t look after your planet, a day will come when flowers will only be able to grow on the moon.

Moral of the story

If we donโ€™t actively care for the environment, it could seriously deteriorate

via Story of Red Moon.

Story of B Bradley the Inventor friend

Last year, we got a new kid in our class.  His name is “B  Bradley.”  We really didn’t notice him much until last summer.
I am on the same swim team as Bradley.  Every morning, we have swimming practice at 7:30. That is just too early.  Our coach is very firm–no goofing around! Bradley and I are in the same swimming lesson and live in the same neighborhood. We’ve both been complaining about lack of sleep.
My mom made me go home from practice with Bradley last week.  I really wanted to go to my best friend’s house, but mom had to take care of some business. I’ll never forget that day.
Bradley has a nice home–nothing too fancy. But his room is a real  surprise.  We walked into an immaculate room.  He didn’t have any carpet or rugs–just linoleum–black and white. All of his walls are painted black.  His bunk beds are built into the wall, up high, like a loft. Bradley has one wall that resembles a chemistry lab. His father built him these chrome shelves that go all the way up to the ceiling. And there is a ladder that rolls along the top shelf.  He has hundreds of bottles in rich greens, deep blues, and vibrant reds–each neatly labeled.  He has a lap top which contains all of his experiments.
I said, “Wow, Bradley! What a room.”  He looked sort of embarrassed and told me that he and his dad planned it just so.  He said, “You’re in luck! Today we are going to work out the details of the rocket launcher.” Of course, I have no idea what he’s talking about. “I’m going to build some rockets for the fire works,” he continued.  “I’ve got some light weight metal sheets and I need your help in building a base for the rocket.”  I was sort of relieved that I wasn’t going to have to mix up combustible ingredients over a hot Bunsen burner!
We got some supplies and looked up the rocket launcher on the  internet.  Bradley had lots of contacts and web sites to check out for reference.  After reading the instructions, I could think of nothing but molding the rocket launcher into position.  When I heard my mom’s car horn honk outside I jumped up in amazement!  How could four hours have slipped away that fast? Especially considering that I was learning something new! I told Bradley goodbye, and he promised not to continue until I came back tomorrow.
I have been to Bradley’s house every day this week.  We are now  finishing the rocket launcher and it is time to paint.  We took it to the back yard and spent the afternoon painting several rockets and their launchers in red, white, and blue. By the time I had to go home, we had five rockets lined up on the fence to dry. All of them ready for the show.
Every year, our neighborhood has a party on July 4th.  This  year it is in my show.  I’m thrilled that I got to help Bradley create the patriotic rockets.  I feel like I’ve really contributed to the festivities.  When it finally got dark, we all began to shoot bottle rockets and fire crackers!  Then, Bradley put on a real show with a rocket. It must have shot up a mile. Then, a little army man floated down in a parachute. Everyone gave Bradley a standing ovation.
It took us fifteen minutes to find the parachute.  Mom made us  clean up all the debris and Bradley and I just sat outside talking until midnight.  Now I just can’t wait until the science fair since I have an inventor friend.

Pebbles and Golf Balls

A professor stood before his philosophy class and there was a mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee and other items in front of him. When the class began, he quietly picked up the very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students, if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and emptied them into the jar.   He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full.  They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.  The sand filled up the rest of the empty space. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’ 
The professor then took the two cups of coffee and poured the entire contents into the jar.  The students laughed. โ€œNow,โ€ said the professor,   as the laughter subsided, โ€œI want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls represent the very the important things, the core elements โ€“ God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions โ€“ even if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles stand for the other things that matter like your job, house, mobile phone and car. The sand stands for everything else –The small stuff.โ€ โ€œIf you put the sand into the jar first,โ€ He continued, there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the important and significant things and persons your of life.  

โ€œTake care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.โ€ One of the students raised her hand and asked what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. โ€œI’m glad you askedโ€ he said and continued, โ€œIt just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a few cups of coffee with a friend.โ€ Jesus also said: โ€œBuild you house on rock and not on sand.โ€ We must build our life on more solid and lasting elements โ€“ spirituality, love, peace and brotherhood. 

Story of a Sleepy Teacher

A school teacher used to take a short nap every afternoon. When his pupils asked him why he did so, he said that he went to dreamland to meet ancient sages.

One extremely hot day some of the pupils fell asleep in the afternoon. When the school-teacher chided them, they said:
“We went to meet the sages in dreamland.”
“What did they say?” demanded the teacher.
“We asked them if a school- teacher came there every afternoon, but they said they had seen no such person.”

Moral of the Story :You can fool some people sometime.

Mysterious Mirror

There was once a boy who was very rich and clever. He had practically everything a boy could ever want, so he was only interested in the most rare and curious of objects. This happened to him in relation to a very old mirror, and he convinced his parents to buy it from a mysterious old man. When the mirror arrived home, the boy went to see his reflection in it. His face looked very sad indeed. He tried smiling and making funny faces, but his reflection continued with its sad expression.

Surprised, the boy went off to buy sweets. He came home as happy as can be, to look in the mirror, but his image was still sad-looking. He bought all kinds of toys and old junk, but forever looked sad in that mirror. Fed up, the boy stuck the mirror off in a corner.

“Crikey, what a terrible mirror! It’s the first time I’ve seen a mirror that didn’t work properly!”

That same afternoon he went into the street to play and to buy a few toys, but on his way to the park he saw a little boy who was crying his heart out. The boy was crying so much, and looked so lonely, that the rich boy went over to help him and to see what had happened. The little one told him that he had lost his parents.

Together the two boys set off in search of them. As the little boy wouldn’t stop crying, our boy spent his money on buying him sweets to cheer him up. Finally, after much walking, they found his parents who were out looking for him, very worried.

The rich boy said goodbye, and walked off towards the park. But, seeing the time, he decided to turn round and head for home, without having been able to play, without toys, and without money. At home, he went to his room, and noticed a shining light in the corner; the same corner he had left the mirror in. Seeing this, he went over to the mirror, and realised that the light was coming from his own body, so radiant with happiness he had become.

And so he understood the mystery of that mirror, the only mirror which could faithfully reflect the true joy of its owner. He realised it was true; he felt genuinely happy at having helped that little boy.

And since then, each morning when he looked in that mirror and failed to see a special shine, he already knew what he had to do to bring it back.

Moral of the story

Helping others brings the greatest happiness

Chocolate Tears

Camilla  was a very greedy, gluttonous little girl. She hardly had any friends because she thought it was much more fun to spend her time alone, eating cake and pudding. Her parents were worried, so they took all the sweet food in the house and hid it.

So Camilla left the house, desperately looking for something sweet to eat. On she went, until she ended up in a small abandoned hut full of old pots and glasses of all shapes and sizes. Out of all of them, the one that most caught Camilla’s attention was a shiny little bottle made of gold-coloured glass. It seemed to be full of chocolate, and Camilla took a quick swig. It was delicious, but she felt a strange tickling sensation, so she read the label. “Glass Tears”, it said, and in small print it explained: “Magically converts tears into chocolate.”

Wow, was Camilla excited! She ran everywhere looking for someone who was crying, and she came upon a little girl who was weeping disconsolately. Sure enough, her tears were converted into chocolate, and as they ran down her cheeks, to her mouth, they sweetened her lips. That soon stopped her crying. Camilla and the girl spent a fun time together, tasting the delicious tears, and they parted as friends.

Something similar happened with a woman who had dropped some plates, and with an old man who couldn’t find his walking stick. The appearance of Camilla and the chocolate tears cheered up those sad faces, helping them smile once again.

Soon Camilla realised that cheering people up was much more valuable even than chocolate. Her mad search for sweet food stopped, and her search became one for sad people who she could try to help.

And from those sweet encounters came a mountain of friends that filled her life with meaning and happiness.

Moral of the story

The best way to make friends is to be genuinely concerned about others.

Happiness is an inside Job

There was once a boy who hardly had any toys or money.
Nevertheless, he was a very happy little boy. He said that what made him happy was doing things for others, and that doing so gave him a nice feeling inside.
However, no one really believed him; they thought he was loopy.

He spent all day helping others, dispensing charity to the poorest, and looking after abandoned animals. Very seldom did he ever do anything for himself.
One day, he met a famous doctor who thought the boy’s case was so peculiar that he decided to investigate him. So, with a complex system of cameras and tubes, the doctor managed to record what was happening inside the boy. What he discovered was surprising.

Each time the boy did something good, a thousand tiny angels gathered around the boy’s heart and started tickling it.
That explained the boy’s happiness, but the doctor continued studying until he discovered that we all have our own thousand angels inside us. Unfortunately, he found that, as we do so few good things, the angels spend most of their time wandering about, bored.

And so it was that the secret to happiness was discovered. Thanks to that little boy we now know exactly what we have to do to feel our hearts being tickled.

Moral of the story

Happiness and contentment come from good deeds

Story of Puppies for sale

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about Nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he Felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the Eyes of a little boy.
Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”
“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. “I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”
“Sure,” said the farmer.
And with that he let out a whistle,”Here,Dolly!” he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this One noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up….
“I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself To a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need Someone who understands.”
Moral of the story-
The world is full of people who need someone who understands.