New Lbc 1 Inspirational

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Put the glass downBy Jay Shukla

A Professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see and asked the students, "How

much do you think this glass weighs?"

"50g!" ...."100g!" ..... "125g!" ... the students answered.

"I really don't know unless I weigh it," said the professor, "but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few

minutes?"

"Nothing" ... the students said.

"Okay what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?" the professor asked.

"Your arm would begin to ache," said one of the student.

"You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?"

"Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress and paralysis and have to go to hospital for sure!" ventured another

student and all the students laughed ...

"Very good, But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?" asked the professor.

"No" was the answer.

"Then what caused the arm ache and the muscle stress?"

The students were puzzled.

"What should I do now to come out of pain?" asked professor again.

"Put the glass down!" said one of the students.

"Exactly!" said the professor.

Life's problems are something like this. Hold it for a few minutes in your head and they seem OK.

Think of them for a long time and they begin to ache.Hold it even longer and they begin to paralyze you.

You will not be able to do anything.

It's important to think of the challenges or problems in your life, but EVEN MORE IMPORTANT is to

"PUT THEM DOWN" at the end of every day before you go to sleep.

That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh and strong and can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your

way!

So, when your day ends today, remember my friends to ...

PUT THE GLASS DOWN!

Test Drive Your Faith

By Jodi-Ann E.M. Morgan Posted on September 26, 2013

Have you ever done something that afterwards you were so embarrassed that you couldnt begin to comprehend howyou even thought of doing it? I have... several times... more than Id like to admit. The most recent case in my string of

what I term lifes faux pas had me thinking. Actually, it had me feeling worthless. Now and again I would feel rivulets of

tears streaming down my cheeks. One day, while feeling submerged in the sea of self pity my mind ran back in time to a

conversation I had with my mother. I was pouring out my troubles to her when she responded to me, be grateful.

Now this stood out to me for a couple of reasons. First I thought, why would I be grateful for something like this? Then I

remembered some time before I had come to the conclusion that the secret to happiness is truly being grateful. This

means at all times, particularly when things are not going well. What this does is help you change your perspective - to

find the positives amidst the cloud of negatives.

Then I realized something; even though I had come to the conclusion earlier myself I still needed to be reminded of this.

I believe this is how God works. Sometimes He makes us feel pain in order for us to remember that we still need to be

grateful and that we need to have faith. So whenever you feel that you are encountering failure upon failure, just try to

remember that going through life resembles a test drive. It may be good or it might be bad, you may meet hills and

valleys, you may even find yourself in the wrong lane but you must have faith. Success may just be around the bend or

miles along but you must keep driving, learning whatever you can from the mistakes made along the journey.

Now, I have come to another conclusion. Failure is not bad. One of the biggest failures anyone can make is not failing at

all.

If you can please listen to the song entitled, Be Grateful by Walter Hawkins.

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By Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on September 23, 2013

If you have ever driven in the mountains on a cool, Autumn morning then you know what FOG is. I wasrounding a curve today and drove right into a sea of this fog. I quickly slowed down and turned on my lowbeam headlights. Seeing the road ahead was now a struggle. The heavens above were gone and I felt like I hadbeen transported into a shadow world. Everywhere I looked there was only a dismal grayness. Even the treeslining the side of the road had become frightening, ominous shapes out of some childhood ghost story. I droveon and on through the waves of murk and wondered if it would ever end.

After a while, though, the sun broke through the fog again and the world was transformed. Heavenly beams ofgold now bathed the landscape. The red and yellow leaves glistened on the trees. The river alone side the roadsparkled in the sunshine. Everything seemed full of light and joy once again. I smiled and drove on with a songin my heart. I thanked God too for both the sunshine and the fog, because it had taken them both to remind meagain of just how beautiful this world can be.

In our lives the fog can roll in sometimes too. Things can go wrong. Problems can appear. Difficulties cancontinue. Pains, troubles, and trials can seem to surround us and block out all the light in this life. When thishappens and the world seems covered in gray we need to remember that we too can break through the fog. Wetoo can drive the shadows away with our love. We too can transform the world with our joy. We too can light a

way through the murkiness for others to follow. God is ready and willing to fill our souls with His love andlight. All He asks is that we share their shine. May all of your foggy days be brief then. May your soul shinebright. And may you forever strive to live in God's light.

Running Into His Arms

By Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on September 12, 2013

This life is so full of beautiful moments. All you have to do is open your eyes and your heart to see them. I saw

one just the other day. The local elementary school had just let out and I found myself behind a school bus as I

was driving home. The bus stopped by a house sitting on top of a hill. A little girl no more than 7 years old

hopped down the bus steps and started running up the driveway toward the house. The smile on her face was

contagious. Her long hair was bouncing off her shoulders and her pink backpack was trailing behind her as she

ran. I looked up the hill to see where she was going and saw her Dad waiting on her. As she got closer and

closer her Dad smiled and knelt down to greet her. The second she got to him he wrapped his powerful arms

around her and gave her a huge hug.

My eyes watered a bit as I watched this scene and remembered all the times my own children had ran into my

arms with smiling faces and loving hearts. Every single hug from them was a fountain of youth and a treasure

of joy.

My lovely trip down memory lane was interrupted when I heard the car behind me honk its horn. I saw the

school bus quickly pulling away and started to follow it again. I did so, however, with a fuller heart and lighter

spirit than I had before. I took that beautiful moment and stored it safely in my soul where I knew it would

remain forever.
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One day we all will leave this school of learning and love and finally get to go home again. I know that when it

is my time that I will sprint from that bus and right into my Heavenly Father's arms. I know that my smile will

be bright and my heart will be light. Enjoy your day here at school then. Teach, love, and learn. But know that

one day you will be going home to where the hugs are eternal and the love never ends.

And I Thought I Was Helping Her

By Blu3Dream Posted on September 8, 2013

Not being on a field trip since middle school, I decided to go to a San Francisco museum exhibit for a Saturdayextra credit opportunity. I took BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) from Berkeley to SF. I never used the SanFrancisco's public bus system so I didn't know what to expect except so I stocked up on quarters. While waitingfor the bus, I was holding on to about $2.50 in quarters and fiddling with them in my hands. There was anelderly Chinese lady sitting next to me, also waiting for the bus. She started speaking to me in Chinese and Idon't speak Chinese so I had no option but to communicate to her in English. She was still speaking to me inChinese and she pointed to the quarters I had in my hand. Then I thought "Oh, I think she needs money for thebus" so I held out my hand with a fistful of quarters and she took $0.75. I felt good because I just helped out an

elderly lady with her bus fare.

When the bus arrived, she handed me a card. I was confused so I looked at the card more carefully then I sawthat it was an unlimited ride monthly pass. She put in the $0.75 cents and I swiped the card. As she found herseat, she pointed back to the card, and I gave her the card back. Then it finally clicked! It would have cost me$2.00 to ride, but she let me use her monthly pass, while she got the senior citizen discount! It saved me $1.25in all! I thought I was helping her with $0.75, but in the end she was helping me the whole time.

A Note to Mom and Dad

By Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on August 28, 2013
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The first hint of what would become my life's avocation and gift to this world came the night I wrote a note tomy Mom and Dad. I was a young teenager and it was the first time I had ever written something that wasn't aschool assignment. That night I just felt a stirring in my heart to let Mom and Dad know how much I lovedthem, how much they meant to me, and how grateful I was to them for all they had given me. Being too shy tosay these things face to face, though, I wrote them down in a note for my parents to find after I went to bed.

Later that night I heard a gentle knocking at my door. Sleepily, I walked over to it and opened it up. There wereMom and Dad with a look of such love on their faces. With trembling arms they hugged me awake and thanked

me for my note. Seeing the happiness I had given them made my own heart jump for joy. I was amazed that mysimple words could have touched them so. It was the first time I could ever remember seeing my Dad cry.

That beautiful memory has stayed alive in my soul ever since. It was with me when I wrote my first story andsent it to the local county paper. It was with me when I began to share my stories online with thousands ofpeople all over this world. It was with me when I published my first book. It is with me now as I write theseworlds. It reminds me that my writing is a gift from God and sharing it with others is my gift to God.

Don't be shy about sharing your many gifts from God with this world. It doesn't matter what they are. They canbe talents, skills, brains, or brawn. They can be smiles, hugs, laughter and joy. They can be acts of kindness anda spirit of compassion. They can be your work or your avocation. They can even be a simple note written with

love. All that matters is that you share them. All that matters is that you use them to make this world a littlemore like Heaven.

An Old Pair of Shoes


I woke up with a stiff and sore back this morning. This was not unusual since my back has given me problemsfor years now, but today no amount of stretching or moving would loosen it up. Still, I had 5 dogs waitingpatiently by the door to go out for their morning walk, so I slowly bent down, put on their leases, and started topull my shoes on. When I did, though, I saw that my shoes like my body were showing signs of wear. A splitalong the seam of a sole let me know that it wouldn't be too long before I would have to replace this pair. I onlywished I could replace my back along with them.

Later after walking the dogs, watching the sunrise, eating breakfast, and talking with God I was feeling a lotbetter on the inside. My back pain had faded too and my smile had returned. It was then that I remembered aletter a friend had sent me recently. Inside of it she had pasted a delightful picture of an old, worn-out pair of
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work boots sitting on the ground by a porch. Their leather was cracked, their soles were spilt, and their laceswere worn, but they still looked great because inside of them someone had planted a beautiful bunch ofImpatiens. The flowers had grown tall and strong in spite of their curious container. This picture reminded meagain that while my body may feel like a worn out pair of shoes at times, inside of it was a soul that continuedto grow everyday in love, joy, peace, happiness, goodness, and oneness with God.

At some point in your life you need to decide who you really are. Are you the body that grows older everydayor are you the soul within it that remains forever young? One day the loving spirit within you will have to step

out of its worn out pair of shoes and walk on without them. May it walk lightly along the path of love until itreaches its Heavenly Home. And may it bless everyone it meets along the way.

True Treasure


My daughter saw a colorful rainbow the other day after a thunderstorm. She called to me to look out the

window and see it as well. Looking at it I was amazed at how its beauty could still uplift my middle-aged heart.As I gazed upon it, I also remembered one of the very first times I ever saw a rainbow as a boy.

I had been sitting in the house for an hour waiting impatiently for the rain to stop so I could go out and play. Ithad been pounding on the roof incessantly and I thought it would never end. When it finally did stop I racedoutside and was greeted with the glorious sight of a rainbow curving across the sky. I had just recently heard theold legend of leprechauns hiding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Excited, I looked to where the rainbowseemed to be touching the ground in the far distance. I started to quickly run down the railroad tracks near ourhouse in search of that elusive treasure. The quicker I ran, though, the more the rainbow began to fade. Finally,I found myself running as fast as I possibly could, but it was too late. By the time I got there the rainbow and itspot of gold were gone.
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Sadly that wasn't the last time I found myself chasing after false treasure. Over the years I ran after fame,success, money, and even relationships that I thought would bring me the happiness I always wanted. None ofthem did, however. It took me a long time to find the true treasure that doesn't rust, break, fade, or flee. Thattreasure is the love of God and it is free to all. I welcomed this treasure into my heart, soul, and life and sharedit with others as well. The funny thing too was that the more love I gave away, the more love I had within me.

God loves you so much. He is forever ready to light up your life with the rainbow of His love. Accept Histreasure with joy, share it with everyone, and grow richer everyday.

Redemption

By Akanksha Posted on August 4, 2013

The flight was ready to take off. My joy knew no bounds when I realized that I had finally broken out of theclutches of family bonding ,parents,relatives and more relatives to face the world independently. New place ,new house and not to forget a house of my own,new job-the one that I had dreamt of and new people not thesame old so called 'blood relatives'. I was euphoric slowly slipping into my imaginary world which was nowgoing to turn real when I heard a mellow at the same time an irritated voice asking me to fasten my seat belt. Iturned to take a look at the person who had in humanely distracted me when I saw a puny girl with pear shapednose and twinkling green eyes. Even though she looked quite cheerful something told me that deep inside shewas filled with immense grief.

We were flying at 100000 feet above sea level when I finally gained the courage to ask her name. After a briefmoment of hesitation she reluctantly told me that her name was Adele and that she was flying to Milan to hostthe Fashion week there. That left me aghast,smacking my head by reminding me of how not to judge a book byits cover and how appearances were indeed deceptive. Before I could say anything in reply she broke out andthis as expected started gaining a lot of attention from my co-passengers. My face turned into a battlefieldwhere feelings of embarrassment,confusion and anger struggled for mastery. I somehow managed to quiten herbut don't assume it to be an easy task. IT takes a lot of "its okay, I know, that's alright,I get it and I'm sorry" butonce you are done with it you'll be filled with the same kind of pride that tenzing Norgay was filled with afterclimbing the Everest.

Anyway at the end of all this I learnt the root cause for all her anxieties. Adele's parents had passed away whenshe was 5 years old in a fatal car accident. Since then she was being raised in an orphanage where in she grewup with not even the faintest idea of life with parents, motherly love, a grandma to force food into your mouth, agrandpa to take a walk with you in the evening, a sister to have fun with, a brother to protect her. To put it all ina nut shell the last 14 years of her life were spent craving for all the above with every day increasing her feelingof loneliness, isolation and not being loved by anyone till one day an elderly people whom she believed to begod in disguise came to adopt her, to love her, to share their lives with her, to make her a part of their little nest.

But how could anything go on right in her life? How could she afford to be happy when the same God hadsomething else equally good in store for her? How could she embark on this journey and make use off thisopportunity by building a good career for herself when all she vouched for was to love and to be loved lying onthe lap of her mother with her father by her side?

She was destined to live alone is what her sponsor has told her in an unsuccessful effort to calm her down whenshe came to know that her soon to be adopted parents had found their daughter whom they believed to be dead?How cruel could God get? When I was attempting to answer all these questions of hers I realized how gifted Iwas to already have a wonderful set of parents and relatives who loved me, cared for me, cried when I cried,laughed when I laughed and spoilt me with gifts whenever they had done something wrong. Even though livingtogether with them did have some demerits. But they seemed to be silly when compared to her qualms.


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At that time a tear trickled down my eye and Adele was startled when she felt my hand on her shoulders andheard me calling her 'sister'. This time around she didn't cry but started screeching so loud that a passenger inthe adjacent seat who was busy snoring woke up with his eyebrows arched up staring at us with his inquisitiveeyes. Unware of all this we were busy planning to book tickets back to India to reunite with 'our' family like twocrazy little children trying to touch the clouds.

An act of kindness brings tears

By Brenda FitzPatrick Posted on August 2, 2013

Today I went to CardSmart on my lunch hour to mail a very large package (22 pounds) to my brother-in-lawwho has just been deployed to Afghanistan (third deployment in this war).

The young lady, Sara, finished weighing the package and told me the cost would be just under $45.

I pulled out my debit card and gave it to her. At that time, the gentleman behind me said, "Excuse me, did I hearyou say that package is going to Afghanistan?"

I said, "Yes, it is for my brother-in-law."

He then told Sara that HE wanted to pay for the postage to mail that package.

I asked if he was sure and he said, "Absolutely, it is the least I can do."

I hugged this man and started to cry, as did Sara and anyone who saw what this man had just done. I couldbarely speak because of emotions and I knew that if I spoke anymore I would be a blubbering fool.

I left the store without ever getting this gentlemans name. I pray he reads this and realizes how much hetouched my heart with this act of kindness.

I have emailed my brother-in-law in Afghanistan to let him know what happened and that people really arethinking about them and appreciating all they do. I pray goodness comes to this man ten-fold.

Wild Flowers

By Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on July 30, 2013


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It is Summer here in the mountains of my home. A season also known by another name: road construction time.There is paving, ditching, and tree trimming going on everywhere. This year there are also new water linesbeing installed in a nearby town so I find myself leaving home a half hour early because of all the delays. Todayas I was stopped at one of the construction sites I took my eyes off the long line of cars in front of me andglanced to the side of the road. There I saw something that brought a smile to my heart and a "Wow!" to mylips. Stretched along the side of the road as far as the eye could see were wonderful wild flowers.

It was such a beautiful sight. I saw Queen Anne's Lace growing regally by the road. Along with her were yellowDandelions and Buttercups glowing bright in the sunlight. Sweet Clover and white Daisies were blooming aswell. In spite of having to grow in gravel and dine daily on exhaust fumes all of these flowers were flourishing.With just a few drops of water and a daily dose of God's sunshine they all were growing tall, healthy, and

strong. Watching them nurtured my spirit and made the time spent stopped there a joy.

As I was driving home I realized something too. Each of us is a wild flower in a way. Life gives none of usperfect soil. Instead we find ourselves struggling to grow in the gravels of problems and pains. In addition weoften feel choked in the smoking exhaust of this world's selfishness. With these challenges each of us couldeasily feel like wilting into the dust. Yet, everyday God blesses us with the water of His Love and the sunlightof His Grace. Everyday we are given a fresh chance to bloom where we are planted and to share our beauty withothers. Everyday we are given a choice to "Wow" the world with our wonder rather than wilting. Grow strongin the smoke then. Flourish in the gravel. Give your love to everyone along life's road

A Game of Peek A Boo

By Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on July22, 2013

I was in a local Goodwill store today looking for a shirt for my son. As I was glancing at the clothing racks Inoticed a young mother with her two daughters. The youngest was barely a year old and sat patiently in theshopping cart while her mother browsed through the racks. Her oldest was about 3 years old and had curly,brown hair. When I looked down at her she slipped behind the low hanging shirts, popped back out at me, andlaughed. It had been a lot of years since I played peek a boo with my own daughter, but I joined in, hidingbehind the shirts when she did and popping back out with her. With each time her laughter grew louder andhappier while her baby sister watched us and smiled. After the game I thanked the Mother for letting me play
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with her beautiful daughters, waved goodbye to the little girls, and headed out the door with my smile wider andmy heart lighter.

Isn't it amazing how the littlest things can bring us the greatest joy? Isn't it incredible how the tiniest acts ofkindness can make God smile? Isn't it wonderful how the smallest sharing of love can make all of Heaven sing?The truth is it is these small things that make life worth living. It is these tiny acts that make the world a betterplace. It is this love we share that brings us closer to each other, to Heaven, and to God.

There are so many little things we can do everyday to share our love, to create joy, and to make God smile. Apat on the back can set a spirit soaring. A shared smile can bring another Child of God closer to Heaven. Even agame of peek a boo can help to build a better world. It certainly built one in my heart today. The joy I got fromit was passed on to everyone I met. It rippled out in a wave of happiness that will go on forever. May you fill allyour days with kind little things then. May you live well, laugh much, and love always.

Sharing Smiles

By Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on July 16, 2013

I walked outside just as the sun was coming up over the mountains this morning. It was such a glorious sight.The whole world seemed to awaken with it. The golden light made the green grass glow. The birds stirred intheir nests and began to sing. A lone Monarch butterfly fluttered by my face. I could feel the love of God fillingHis creation and my soul as well. As I stood there taking in the beauty of the sunrise I found the corners of mymouth rising too. I smiled with joy and thanked God for another wonderful day here on Earth.

I decided to not let that smile fade as the day went on either. Instead I tried to pass it on to everyone I could. Ifound it very hard to give away, though, because I almost always got it returned. My sons' smiles shinedbrighter than the morning sun had. My daughter's smile made my heart feel lighter and my soul feel stronger.The smiles of all the people I met during the day left me feeling more connected to them, more connected tolife, and more connected to God. Even my dogs had smiles and "happy pants" waiting for me when I pettedthem after returning home.

A smile is so much more than just a show of teeth. A smile is a prelude to laughter. A smile is a spreader of joy.A smile is a messenger of peace. A smile is a sharer of happiness. A smile is a giver of love. Smiles help to healthe heart. Smiles help to nourish the soul. Smiles help to build a better world one grin at a time.
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The truth is you don't smile because you feel good; you feel good because you smile. Don't be stingy with yoursmiles then. Share them with joy. Let everyone see your smiling face. Let Heaven see your smiling soul. LetGod's love flow through your smile until like the morning sun you light up the world.

Life is Simple

By Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on June 24, 2013

My first born son is mentally handicapped, yet in so many ways he is far wiser than I am. He has an intuitiveknowledge of what is important in life. When we go out he looks people in the eye, calls them by name, andshares his smile far more easily than I do. He goes through life with a soul full of love, joy, and kindness that hegives to everyone he meets. He makes others feel better. He makes each day shine brighter. He makes thisworld more beautiful just by being in it. He may not understand everything in life, but he knows how to livehappily and lovingly. He shows me everyday that life is simple. It is we who make it complicated.

You see, life is just the choices we make each day. We can choose to love or we can choose to be afraid. We

can choose to help or we can choose to turn away. We can choose to forgive or we can choose to hate. We canchoose to be kind or we can choose to be cruel. We can choose to trust or we can choose to be suspicious. Wecan choose to give or we can choose to take. We can choose to serve or we can choose to be selfish. We canchoose to laugh or we can choose to sulk. We can choose to cry or we can choose to hide our hearts. We canchoose to smile or we can choose to stress. We can choose to be at peace or we can choose to be at war withinourselves. We can choose to live or we can choose to just exist. We can choose to believe God loves us or wecan choose to live in doubt. We can choose to shine our souls or we can choose to dwell in darkness. We canchoose to make this world more like Heaven or we can choose to make this world more like Hell.

My son knows these choices by heart and always makes the right ones. I hope to one day get there as well. Untilthen I will do my best to live simply, to be wise, and to choose well. Until then I will do my best to love God,

myself, and others. May you do the same.

You are much better

By Rolland Posted on June 15, 2013

In a village called kpando,lived a poor man called ben who was intimidated by the villagers for being toopoor.nobody wanted to see him cos he was a begger.he will beg for anything..(food,money,clothe,ect)so thewere all fed up with him and decided to ignore him.ben always eat rotten food and wore sack clothes.he wasdisgusting and unpleasant to watch 2wice.ben though he has had enough of the villagers and decided to take his
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life and be free.on the day of his suicide be decided to take with him an old bread he kept for days and couple ofsack cloth.ben decided to go into the forest so that no one could find his useless corpse after the suicide.on hisway to the forest ben began throwing some of his sack cloths into the forest.benclimed a tree with a rope tied tohis neck, but decided to eat his most kept creapy bread b4 he hanged himself to death.he started eating andparticles of the bread from his mouth began falling down the tree and he heard some strange noise under the treehe sat on.to his surprise a man dressed in ben's cloths eating the trashes of bens bread on the floor.ben shook hishead,removed the rope from his neck and went back home believing he was afterall better than someone......thisstory implies that in every situation u find urself know that ur always better than someone. Cont me for more on

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Walking Into Heaven

By Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on May 28, 2013

I love sunrises. I always have ever since I was a little boy. There is something so wonderful about walkingoutside at the break of dawn and seeing that glorious light drive out the darkness. That is why last Winter duringthe darkest part of the year, I bought a calendar full of sunrise pictures. I wanted to be able to wake up in themorning and gaze at that lovely light, even if it was still dark outside.

When I turned to this month's picture the other day, I was amazed. It was even more beautiful than the othersand it spoke to my soul. In it there was a stone paved pathway with a little wooden fence on one side of it. Thispathway was built along the top of a ridge line of rolling hills covered in green grass. You could see itcontinuing on as the sun rose in the distance. The entire sky too was full of wondrous, white clouds and streamsof glorious, golden light. This peaceful pathway was so full of blessed beauty and divine delight that I wanted tostep right into it. I felt like if I could just be on that path that I could walk right into Heaven.

Life's path, of course, is a lot tougher than the one in that calendar picture. It is rocky, rough, and winding. It isfull of problems and pains, trials and tragedies, falling down and getting back up again. Yet, you still can walk itinto Heaven if you choose. You just need to walk it with a loving heart and a faith filled soul. You just need to
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reach out, take God's hand and allow Him to guide you step by step. You just need to stop along the way, benddown, and help up any others who may have fallen as well.

God loves us and wants us all to travel home to Heaven. He wants us to walk the path with love. He wants us tomake the journey in joy. He wants us to help people whose steps have stumbled. He wants us to leave a lifetimeof Heavenly footprints for others to follow.

The important things in life

byStephen on September 13, 2008 520 comments

inInspirational stories,Moral stories

A philosophy professor stood before his class with some items on the table in front of him. When the classbegan, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, about2 inches in diameter.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. Thepebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up the remainingopen areas of the jar.

He then asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous Yes.

Now, said the professor, I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The rocks are theimportant thingsyour family, your partner, your health, your childrenthings that if everything else was lostand only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matterlike your job,your house, your car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff.

If you put the sand into the jar first, he continued, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same

goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for thethings that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with yourchildren. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinnerparty, or fix the disposal.

Take care of the rocks first the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

Author Unknown

Live and Work


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Father was a hardworking man who delivered bread as a living to support his wife and three children. He spentall his evenings after work attending classes, hoping to improve himself so that he could one day find a betterpaying job. Except for Sundays, Father hardly ate a meal together with his family. He worked and studied veryhard because he wanted to provide his family with the best money could buy.

Whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he wasdoing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

The day came when the examination results were announced. To his joy, Father passed, and with distinctionstoo! Soon after, he was offered a good job as a senior supervisor which paid handsomely.

Like a dream come true, Father could now afford to provide his family with lifes little luxuries like niceclothing, fine food and vacation abroad.

However, the family still did not get to see father for most of the week. He continued to work very hard, hopingto be promoted to the position of manager. In fact, to make himself a worthily candidate for the promotion, heenrolled for another course in the open university.

Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he

was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

Fathers hard work paid off and he was promoted. Jubilantly, he decided to hire a maid to relieve his wife fromher domestic tasks. He also felt that their three-room flat was no longer big enough, it would be nice for hisfamily to be able to enjoy the facilities and comfort of a condominium. Having experienced the rewards of hishard work many times before, Father resolved to further his studies and work at being promoted again. Thefamily still did not get to see much of him. In fact, sometimes Father had to work on Sundays entertainingclients. Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasonedthat he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

As expected, Fathers hard work paid off again and he bought a beautiful condominium overlooking the coast of

Singapore. On the first Sunday evening at their new home, Father declared to his family that he decided not totake anymore courses or pursue any more promotions. From then on he was going to devote more time to hisfamily.

Father did not wake up the next day.

Give time to our family

byStephen on October 14, 2008 276 comments

inMoral stories

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, I

love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, butthe demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night Icalled to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. Whats wrong, are you well? she asked.
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My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you, I responded. Just the two of us. Shethought about it for a moment, and then said, I would like that very much.

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticedthat she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled herhair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from aface that was as radiant as an angels. I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were

impressed, she said, as she got into the car. They cant wait to hear about our meeting.

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if shewere the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half waythrough the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small, she said. Then its time that you relax andlet me return the favor, I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation nothingextraordinary but catching up on recent events of each others life. We talked so much that we missed themovie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, Ill go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.

I agreed.

How was your dinner date? asked my wife when I got home. Very nice. Much more so than I could haveimagined, I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didnt have a chance

to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the sameplace mother and I had dined. An attached note said: I paid this bill in advance. I wasnt sure that I could be

there; but nevertheless, I paid for two platesone for you and the other for your wife. You will never knowwhat that night meant for me. I love you, son.

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: I LOVE YOU and to give our loved ones the

time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve,

because these things cannot be put off till some other time.

The story of a blind girl


inMoral stories

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her lovingboyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her

boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Herboyfriend asked her, now that you can see the world, will you marry me?

The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriendwalked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying:

Just take care of my eyes dear.
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This is how human brain changes when the status changed. Only few remember what life was before, and whosalways been there even in the most painful situations.

Life Is A Gift

Today before you think of saying an unkind word

think of someone who cant speak.

Before you complain about the taste of your foodthink of someone who has nothing to eat.

Before you complain about your husband or wifethink of someone who is crying out to God for a companion.

Today before you complain about lifethink of someone who went too early to heaven.

Before you complain about your childrenthink of someone who desires children but theyre barren.

Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didnt clean or sweepthink of the people who are living in the streets.

Before whining about the distance you drivethink of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.

And when you are tired and complain about your jobthink of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.

But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning anotherremember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.

And when depressing thoughts seem to get you downput a smile on your face and thank God youre alive and still around.

Life is a giftLive it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, and Fulfill it.

My mom only had one eye

byStephen on November 23, 2008 640 comments

inInspirational stories,Parent_family

My mom only had one eye. I hated her She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachersto support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was soembarrassed.
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How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one ofmy classmates said, EEEE, your mom only has one eye!

I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, If youre

only gonna make me a laughing stock, why dont you just die?

My mom did not respond I didnt even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of

anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad tostudy.

Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids andthe comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadnt seen me in years and she didnt even meet

her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. Iscreamed at her, How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!

And to this, my mother quietly answered, Oh, Im so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address. and shedisappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on abusiness trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me tohave.

My dearest son,

I think of you all the time. Im sorry that I came to your house andscared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to seeyou. Im sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see..when you were very little,you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldntstand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,

Your mother.

Author Unknown

A gift of love!

byStephen on October 14, 2008 75 comments
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inMoral stories

Can I see my baby? the happy new mother asked.

When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gaspedThe doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.

Time proved that the babys hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed

home from school one day and flung himself into his mothers arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to bea succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. A boy, a big boy called me a freak.

He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been classpresident, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. But you might mingle with otheryoung people, his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart. The boys father had a session with the

family physician. Could nothing be done? I believe I could graft on a pair ofouter ears, if they could beprocured, the doctor decided.

Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years wentby. Then, You are going to the hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need.

But its a secret, said the father. The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talentsblossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.

Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. But I must know! He urged his father, Who gave somuch for me? I could never do enough for him. I do not believe you could, said the father, but the

agreement was that you are not to know not yet. The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mothers casket. Slowly,tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother hadno outer ears. Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut, he whispered gently, and nobody ever

thought Mother less beautiful, did they?

Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what that can be seen,but what that cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but notknown.

To Let Go



To let go does not mean to stop caring, it means I cant do it for someone else.

To let go is not to cut myself off, its the realization that I cant control another.

To let go is not to enable, but to allow learning from natural consequences.

To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands.

To let go is not to try to change or blame another, itsto make the most of myself.
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To let go is not to care for, but to care about.

To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.

To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.

To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes, but to allow others to affect their own destinies.

To let go is not to be protective, its to permit another to face reality.

To let go is not to criticize, or regulate anyone, but to try to become what I dream I can do.

To let go is to fear less, and to love more.

The greatest gift is Love

byStephen on November 20, 2012 40 comments


A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did notrecognize them.

She said, I dont think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.

Is the man of the house home?, they asked.

No, she said. Hes out.

Then we cannot come in, they replied. In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what hadhappened.

Go tell them I am home and invitethem in! The woman went out and invited the men in. We do not go intoa House together, they replied.

Why is that? she wanted to know. One of the old men explained: His name is Wealth, he said pointing to

one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, He is Success, and I am Love. Then he added, Now goin and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.

The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. How nice!!, he said.

Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!

His wife disagreed. My dear, why dont we invite Success?

Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion:Wouldit not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!

Let us heed our daughter-in-laws advice, said the husband to his wife. Go out and invite Love to be ourguest.
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The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, thelady asked Wealth and Success: I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?

The old men replied together: If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us wouldve stayed out,but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealthand Success!

Author Unknown

How the poor live


inTouching stories

One day, a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose ofshowing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be

considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, How was the trip?

It was great, Dad.

Did you see how poor people live? the father asked.

Oh yeah, said the son.

So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip? asked the father.

The son answered, I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of

our garden, and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden, and they have thestars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard, and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece ofland to live on, and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serveothers. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they havefriends toprotect them.

The boys father was speechless.

Then his son added, Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are.

The mouse trap

byStephen on February 5, 2010 49 comments

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A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. What food mightthis contain? the mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
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Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: There is a mousetrap in the house! There is amousetrap in the house!

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to

you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in thehouse! The pig sympathized, but said, I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it

but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.

The mouse turned to the cow and said, There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!

The cow said, Wow, Mr. Mouse. Im sorry for you, but its no skin off my nose.

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmers mousetrap alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the houselike the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. Thefarmers wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whosetail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmers wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returnedhome with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for thesoups main ingredient. But his wifes sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her aroundthe clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmers wife did not get well; she died. So many

people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. So, the next time you hear someoneis facing a problem and think it doesnt concern you, remember, when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extraeffort to encourage one another. Each of us is a vital thread in another persons tapestry.

Author Unknown

The mouse trap

byStephen on February 5, 2010 49 comments

inLife,Moral stories

A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. What food might

this contain? the mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: There is a mousetrap in the house! There is amousetrap in the house!

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to

you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the

house! The pig sympathized, but said, I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about itbut pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.
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The mouse turned to the cow and said, There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!

The cow said, Wow, Mr. Mouse. Im sorry for you, but its no skin off my nose.

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmers mousetrap alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the houselike the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. Thefarmers wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whosetail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmers wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned

home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for thesoups main ingredient. But his wifes sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around

the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmers wife did not get well; she died. So many

people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. So, the next time you hear someoneis facing a problem and think it doesnt concern you, remember, when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extraeffort to encourage one another. Each of us is a vital thread in another persons tapestry.

Author Unknown

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