Bobi Wine: Congs, but Keep your old friends after becoming the MP of Kyadondo East!


Story:A rat swallowed a diamond and the owner of the diamond contracted a man to kill the rat. When the rat hunter arrived to kill the rat there were more than thousand rats bunched up and one sitting by itself away from the pack. He killed the one by itself and that was the exact one that had swallowed the diamond.

The amazed owner of the diamond asked: ‘How did you know it was that rat’?
He responded: “Very easy…When idiots get rich they don’t mix with others*!!!”

LESSON:

When God answers your long waited prayers,maintain your normal profile. Don’t be proud!

For Bobi Wine: Congs, but Keep your old friends after becoming the MP of Kyadondo East. Don’t be like Binaisa who put his childhood friend, Sam Njuba, in prison basing on suspicions and slander.

STORY:A boy said to his father: “I saw a girl and I want to marry her

STORY:A boy said to his father: “I saw a girl and I want to marry her. She is so beautiful and she has gorgeous eyes. The father answered his son: of course son, let’s ask for her hand in marriage.” When the father saw the girl, he admired her beauty and he told his son: “You don’t deserve this girl, she needs someone who has experience in life and she can depend on, someone like me.” The boy was surprised by the attitude of his father and he told him : “She will marry me, not you”. They started to fight and finally they decided both to go to the police station to solve their problem. When they tell their story to the police officer, he told them:”bring the girl so we can ask her about her opinion about this. ”

When the officer saw the beauty of the girl he said to the boy and his father:”you both don’t deserve her, she needs someone who has prestige like me.” The 3 men started a fight and decided to go to the minister to solve their problem.

When the minister saw the girl, he said: “She deserves to be married with a minister like me”. The prince heard about their problem and call them all to help them solve it but and when he saw the girl he said : “This girl will marry me” . All the 5 men started to fight.
Finally, the girl said “I have the solution! I will start to run and whoever catches me first, he will be my”.

When she started to run, the boy, his father, the police officer, the minister and the prince started to run to catch her. Suddenly the 5 men fell into a deep hole.
The girl looked to them from the top and she said “did you know who am I?” I am the Dunya; THE LIFE!! People want to run to catch me, they are racing to have me. By doing that, they forget their religion, until they end up in their grave and won’t have me…….They kill and torture one other over me but wont have me!
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Treat everyone in your life fairly like your own & love as much as you live!

I do not pretend to be older than the elders following me, but the truth is despite my age, I’m old enough to confess that life is indeed a mystery.

I’ve seen a Landlord becoming a tenant before his death.

I’ve seen owner of a ‘ benz’ pedalling a bicycle, not for fittness, but for transportation.

I know a female Muslim friend who became a strong faithful Hijabi(now rarely misses prayers), when she used to ‘kuwemula’ in almost all our conversations.

I have seen a once rejected stepson becoming the bread winner for the whole family.

A once sought-after lady begging a poor guy to date her.

I’ve seen a boy who once sought refugee in the home of the richman of the village becoming president of the country.

A driver’s conductor buying the bus of his master.

A man released from prison in USA becoming a mayor of city.

I’ve seen arguably the most powerful president in Africa begging for his life from a teenager in the last hours of his life.

In life, no one knows tomorrow & you can never trust life, because its mysterious.

Never ever forget, U may not know the full story, don’t be quick to judge, every coin has two sides.

Treat everyone in your life fairly like your own & love as much as you live.

So let us be humble, kind, love more & do not try to be overly smart; for we do not know what tomorrow holds for us. Have a wonderful weekend without premiership football!!.

MARRIED OR NOT, YOU SHOULD READ THIS …

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. 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 which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into 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 for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, 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. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. If you are not in a relationship now, remember this for the second (or third) time around. It’s never too late.

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up

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The 90/10 Principle???

The 90/10 Principle says, ” 10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react”

What does this mean?

We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have no control over this 10%. You determine the other 90%. How? By your reaction.

You cannot control a red light, but you can control your reaction. Don’t let people fool you; YOU can control how you react.

Let’s use an example.

You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of milk onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just happened. What happens next will be determined by how you react. You curse. You harshly scold your daughter. She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your wife and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus.
You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. After a 15-minute delay you arrive at school. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase. When you arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your wife and daughter.

Why? Because of how you reacted in the morning. Why did you have a bad day?
A) Did the cup of hot milk cause it?
B) Did your daughter cause it?
C) Did you cause it?
The answer is
C

You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% was determined by your reaction. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, getting stressed out etc.
The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle. The result? Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache. Next time you react to any situation, remember the 90-10 principle.

NEVER KILL ANYBODY OVER MATERIAL WEALTH!

Once there was a king who had presented his daughter, the princess, with a beautiful diamond necklace. The necklace was stolen and his people in the kingdom searched everywhere but could not find it. Some said a bird may have stolen it. The king then asked them all to search for it and put a reward for 50,000 gold coins for anyone who found it.

One day a clerk was walking home along a river next to an industrial area. This river was completely polluted and filthy and smelly. As he was walking, the clerk saw a shimmering in the river and when he looked, he saw the diamond necklace. He decided to try and catch it so that he could get the 50,000 gold coin reward. He put his hand in the filthy, dirty river and grabbed at the necklace, but some how missed it and didn’t catch it. He took his hand out and looked again and the necklace was still there. He tried again, this time he walked in the river and dirtied his pants in the filthy river and put his whole arm in to catch the necklace. But strangely, he still missed the necklace! He came out and started walking away, feeling depressed.

After some time, he came back again and saw the necklace, right there. This time he was determined to get it, no matter what. He decided to plunge into the river, although it was a disgusting thing to do as the river was polluted, and his whole body would become filthy. He plunged in, and searched everywhere for the necklace and yet he failed. This time he was really bewildered and came out feeling very depressed that he could not get the necklace that would get him the reward.

Just then a saint who was walking by, saw him, and asked him what was the matter. The clerk didn’t want to share the secret with the saint, thinking the saint might take the necklace for himself, so he refused to tell the saint anything. But the saint could see this man was troubled and being compassionate, again asked the clerk to tell him the problem and promised that he would not tell anyone about it. The clerk mustered some courage and decided to put some faith in the saint. He told the saint about the necklace and how he tried and tried to catch it,but kept failing. The saint then told him that perhaps he should try looking upward, toward the branches of the tree, instead of in the filthy river. The clerk looked up and true enough, the necklace was dangling on the branch of a tree. He had been trying to capture a mere reflection of the real necklace all this time.

Moral of the story:

1.Material happiness is just like the filthy, polluted river; because it is a mere reflection of the TRUE happiness in the spiritual world.

2.We can never achieve the happiness we are looking for no matter how hard we endeavour in material life.

Instead we should look upwards, toward God, who is the source of real happiness, and stop chasing after the reflection of this happiness in the material world.

This spiritual happiness is the only thing that can satisfy us completely.

Life is like a journey on a train, with its stations

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Life is like a journey on a train, with its stations, with changes of routes and with accidents!

At birth we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel on our side.

However, at some station our parents will step down from the train, leaving us on this journey alone.

As time goes by, other people will board the train; and they will be significant i.e. our siblings, friends, children, and even the love of our life.

Many will step down and leave a permanent vacuum.
Others will go so unnoticed that we don’t realize that they vacated their seats!

This train ride will be full of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, good-byes, and farewells.

Success consists of having a good relationship with all passengers requiring that we give the best of ourselves.

The mystery to everyone is: We do not know at which station we ourselves will step down.

Life is so beautiful
But nothing is permanent
We have come empty handed and will also go back empty handed.

So, we must live in the best way – forgive, and offer the best of who we are.
Share, care and cure is the key to be happy and to win the world.

It is important to do this because when the time comes for us to step down and leave our seat empty… we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who will continue to travel on the train of life.

Thank you for being one of the passengers on my train!

Have a very pleasant journey of life…….. .!

Growing Good Corn!


There once was a farmer who grew award-winning corn. Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon.

One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors.

“How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?” the reporter asked.

“Why sir,” said the farmer, “didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”

He is very much aware of the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbor’s corn also improves.

So it is with our lives. Those who choose to live in peace must help their neighbors to live in peace. Those who choose to live well must help others to live well, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others to find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.

The lesson for each of us is this: if we are to grow good corn, we must help our neighbors grow good corn.

It is possible to give away and become richer! It is also possible to hold on too tightly and lose everything. Yes, the liberal man shall be rich! By watering others, he waters himself.

A STORY IN HONOUR OF ALL MY FORMER TEACHERS

The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, “What’s a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?”

To stress his point he said to another guest; “You’re a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?”

Bonnie, …who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, “You want to know what I make?” (She paused for a second, then began…)

“Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.

“I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can’t make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental.

“You want to know what I make?” (She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table)

“I make kids wonder.
“I make them question.
“I make them apologize and mean it.
“I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.
“I teach them to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn’t everything.
“I make them read, read, read.
“I make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain, not the man-made calculator.

“I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know about English while preserving their unique cultural identity.

“I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.

“Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.” (Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)

“Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn’t everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant. You want to know what I make? I MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

“What do you make Mr. CEO?”

His jaw dropped, he went silent.

THIS IS WORTH SENDING TO EVERY TEACHER, EVERY CEO, EVERY PERSON YOU KNOW.

Even all your personal teachers like mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, coaches and your spiritual leaders/teachers.

A truly profound answer!!!

Teaching is… the profession that makes all other professions possible!

Story: MPs que up for a hair cut!

Napoleon said: “The world suffers a lot. Not because of the violence of bad people, but because of the silence of good people!”. Let truth be told that most of our Uganda MPs don’t deserve to be in parliament. This story about the ‘The Haircut’ probably sums things up:

One day a florist went to a barber for a haircut. After the cut, he asked about his bill, and the barber replied, ‘I cannot acce…pt money from you; I’m doing community service this week.’ The florist was pleased and left the shop.

When the barber went to open his shop the next morning, there was a ‘thank you’ card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door.

Later, a cop comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you; I’m doing community service this week.’ The cop was happy and left the shop.

The next morning when the barber went to open up, there was a ‘thank you’ card and a dozen donuts waiting for him at his door.

Then a Member of Parliament came in for a haircut, and when he went to pay his bill, the barber again replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you. I’m doing community service this week.’ The Member of Parliament was very happy and left the shop.

The next morning, when the barber went to open up, there were a dozen MPs lined up waiting for a free haircut.

And that, my friends, illustrates the fundamental difference between the citizens of our country and the politicians who run it.

BOTH POLITICIANS AND DIAPERS [nappies] NEED TO BE CHANGED OFTEN AND FOR THE SAME REASON!

STORY:Once upon a time there was a bunch of tiny frogs who arranged a running competition!

STORY:Once upon a time there was a bunch of tiny frogs who arranged a running competition. The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants. The race began….

Honestly, no one in crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. You heard statements such as:

‘Oh, WAY too diffic…ult!! ‘

‘They will NEVER make it to the top.’
or:
‘Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!’

The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one….Except for those, who in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher….

The crowd continued to yell, ’It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!’

More tiny frogs got tired and gave up….But ONE continued higher and higher and higher. This one wouldn’t give up! At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top!

THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it? A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and reach the goal?

It turned out….That the winner was DEAF!!!!

The wisdom of this story is:’’ Never listen to other people’s tendencies to be negative or pessimistic. Because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you — the ones
you have in your heart! Always think of the power words have. Because everything you hear and read will affect your actions!

Therefore: ALWAYS be POSITIVE! And above all: Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you cannot fulfil your dreams!

Always think: God and I can do this!

Pass this message on to 5 ‘tiny frogs’ you care about. Give them some motivation!! ! Most people walk in and out of your life……but FRIENDS Leave footprints in your heart

To All Ladies Everywhere: Does this ring a bell? Make you smile or bring on the tears? It certainly brings back memories!!

When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors.

Every cubicle is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!

The dispenser for the modern ‘seat covers’ (invented by someone’s Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ‘ The Stance.

In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You’d love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold ‘The Stance.’

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.

In your mind, you can hear MY VOICE (sorry, your mother’s voice) saying, ‘Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!’ Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday – the one that’s still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It’s still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn’t work. The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet.

‘Occupied!’ you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it’s too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper – not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you’re certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, ‘You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up. You’re soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You’re exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can’t figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting

You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it?)

You yank the paper from your shoe, plonk it in the woman’s hand and tell her warmly, ‘Here, you just might need this.

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men’s toilet. Annoyed, he asks, ‘What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck?

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This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public toilets. It finally explains to the men what really does take women so long. It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It’s so the other girl can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.

Look guys, I’m not Mr. ‘’piper’’……this HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately.

Positive Thoughts:There’s a lot to learn from this story

1. When Snake is alive, Snake eats Ants.
When Snake is dead, Ants eat Snake.
Time can turn at any time.
Don’t neglect anyone in your life.

2. Never make the same mistake twice,
There are so many new ones,
Try a different one each day.

3. A good way to change someone’s attitude is to change your own.
Because, the same sun that melts butter, also hardens clay!
Life is as we think, so think beautifully.

4. Life is just like a sea, we are moving without an end.
Nothing stays with us, what remains is just the memories of some people who touched us as Waves.

5. Whenever you want to know how rich you are?
Never count your currency, just try to Drop a Tear and count how many hands reach out to WIPE that – that is true richness.

6. Heart tells the eyes “See less, because you see and I suffer lot”.
Eyes replied, “feel less because you feel and I cry a lot”.

7. Never change your originality for the sake of others, because no one can play your role better than you. So be yourself, because whatever you are, YOU are the best.

8. Baby mosquito came back after 1st time flying. His mom asked him “How do you feel?” He replied “It was wonderful, Everyone was clapping for me!” Now that’s What I call a Positive Attitude.

THE STRANGER IN THE HOUSE THAT IS SPOILING OUR KIDS – SO TRUE!

A while ago, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger…he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home… Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.

He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked… And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?…. .. .We just call him ‘TV.’
He has a wife now….We call her ‘Computer.’
Their first child is “Cell Phone”.

PSE WATCH YOUR KIDS WHEN THEY ARE PLAYING WITH THE STRANGERS!

IF U HAVE LOST A LOVED ONE RECENTLY, PLEASE DON’T WORRY:

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Why are you unnecessarily worrying?
Whom do you fear?
Who can kill you?
Soul is not born, nor does it die.

What has happened has happened for the best.
What is happening is happening for the best.
What will happen will happen for the best.

What have you lost, that you are weeping?
What have you brought, that you have lost?
What have you made, that has been destroyed?

You brought not anything.
What you have, you got from here.
What was given, was given here.
What you took, you took from this universe.
What you gave, you gave unto this universe.
You have come empty handed and shall go empty handed.
What is yours today was somebody else’s in the past and will be somebody else’s in future.
You think it is yours and are deeply engrossed in it.
This attachment is the cause of all your sorrow.

What you call Death is Life itself.
In a moment you are a millionaire in the very next you are poor.
Mine-Yours; Small-Big; Ours-Theirs; Remove this from your mind, then everything is yours and you are: everybody’s.

This Body is not yours, nor you are of this body.
Earth, Water, Air, Fire and Ether comprise this body and unto this shall it turn. But the Soul is Immortal, then what are you?
He who experiences this is completely free from Fear, Worry and Despair.
By this you shall forever experience Eternal Bliss.

AND YES,PADDY BITAMA(RIP) IS DEAD!

Are We Wealthy – 7 types of wealth:

Have you heard about rich people who are not happy at times? Do you know about those people who have a very good job, have power, they are earning well but complaining that they are not happy? Who is a wealthy person? Do you think that a person is wealthy when he or she has lots and lots of money?

I think there is more to wealth than money only. We all are wealthy in one way or the other. Really believe me! In my view, a wealthy person is always happy. Why? Because there are seven types of wealth:

1. Inner wealth: Having a positive mental attitude is a type of wealth. Positive people with positive outlook of the world can be happy – Always. Try this: Have a positive mental attitude and try to be sad at the same time. I don’t think it’s possible. With positive attitude, life appears to be positive. Inner wealth really helps.

2. Physical wealth: Health is wealth! A person who is not healthy cannot enjoy life. If you want to learn importance of wealth, ask someone who is not feeling well.

3. Family wealth: Do you have loving parents or a caring brother or sister or friends who can come to your help at any time you want? Family and friends are another form of wealth.

4. Career wealth: When we reach at the top of our career, we feel a sense of fulfilment. This is another type of wealth.

5. Economic wealth: Money is not the only important thing in life but it is one of the important things and hence, it is needed. Someone said: The more I have, the more I can give. So, earn more to give more.

6. Adventure wealth: We feel happy when we visit new place or meet new exciting people. We feel happy when we are able to take a challenge and deliver more than expectation. Adventure is another form of wealth

7. Impact wealth: What is our mission in life? What is the impact we can make on our environment? Can we do something to improve life of people who need our support or help? Think about it. People who have impact around their environment show that they have impact wealth.

So, next time, think that you are wealthy when you have inner wealth. When you have a caring family or caring friends or when you are healthy or when you progress in your career you are wealthy! Think and thank!

INSPIRATIONAL:How heavy is a glass of water?

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience.

As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question.

Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired:“How heavy is this glass of water?”

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.She said,“The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of glass *doesn’t change*, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”

She continued,“The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt.And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.”

*Remember to put the glass down.

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