Hospital Windows

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for
        an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
        The other man had to spend all of his time flat on his back.
        The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their
        involvement in the military service, and where they had been on vacation.
        And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by
        describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began
        to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and
        color of the world outside the hospital window.
        The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children
        sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm through flowers of every color of the rainbow.
        Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
        As the man by the window described all this in excellent detail, the man on the other side of the room would
        close his eyes and imagine the beautiful scene.
        One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by below. Although the other man
        couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind as the gentleman by the window described it.
        Weeks went by. One morning, a nurse arrived to bring water for their baths and found the lifeless body of
        the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened, and called the hospital
        attendants to take the body away.
        As soon as it seemed appropriate in a few days, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the
        window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him
        alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside.
        Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.
        He moved slowly to turn and look out the window beside the bed. The window faced
        a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have caused his deceased
        roommate to describe such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse
        answered that the man was blind, and could not even see the wall. She replied,
        "Maybe he just wanted to encourage you."
   

My Name Is Money

Let Me Introduce Myself ,
My Name Is *MONEY!!!...*

 I Have a Simple Look,
My Physique is also Weak,
But I am Capable of Rearranging the World Order.

I Am also *"Capable"* of Changing the *'Behaviour & Even Human Nature'*
Because the Humans Idolize Me.  Many Person's
👉Change Their Personality,
👉Betray their Friends,
👉Sell their Bodies,
👉In fact Even Abandon Their Religion, For My Sake!

I Don't Understand The Difference Between The Righteous &  Depraved,
But Men Use Me as a standard for Status,
Deciding Whether a Person is
👉Rich or Poor &
👉 Honorable or lowborn.

I am Not Satan, But People Often commit Trangressions Because Of Me.

I'm Also Not a Third Person,
But Many husband's & Wives are Separated Because of Me.
Many Children &  Parents are at Loggerheads Because of Me.

It is also Obvious that I Am Not God,
But Mankind Worship Me like a God,
In fact Often Times the Servants of God are honouring Me More than God,
Whereas You have been Advised, Don't Be Slaves to Money.

I'm Supposed to Serve Mankind, but Mankind​ Instead Wants to be My Slaves!?

I have Never Sacrificed Myself for Anyone,
But Many People are Willing to Die for Me.

I Need to Remind,
I Can Only Be An Instrument of Payment For Your Prescription Drugs,
But I Cannot Extend Your Life.

If One Day You Are Being Called by God,
I Will Not BeAble To accompany You
Let Alone to be the Redeemer of your Sins...,
You have to Face it Yourself with Your Creator &
Then Accept His Judgment.

At that Time,
The Almighty Will certainly Deal with You &  Ask You Concerning Me.
But I am Asking You this Now *ARE YOU IN YOUR LIFETIME USING ME WELL, or HAVE YOU MADE ME AS GOD???*

A Last Information From ME:

*I Will Not Be THERE IN HEAVEN !!!*
*Don't Look For Me There ...*

Get Up

Bringing a giraffe into the world is a tall order. A baby giraffe falls 10 feet from its mother's womb and usually
        lands on its back. Within seconds it rolls over and tucks its legs under its body. From this position it
        considers the world for the first time and shakes off the last vestiges of the birthing fluid from its eyes and
        ears. Then the mother giraffe rudely introduces its offspring to the reality of life.
        In this book, "A View from the Zoo", Gary Richmond describes how a newborn giraffe learns its first lesson.
        The mother giraffe lowers her head long enough to take a quick look. Then she
        positions herself directly over her calf. She waits for about a minute, and then she
        does the most unreasonable thing. She swings her long, pendulous leg outward
        and kicks her baby, so that the baby is sent sprawling head over heels.
        When the baby doesn't get up, the violent process is repeated over and over
        again. The struggle to get up is huge. As the baby calf grows tired, the mother
        kicks it again to stimulate its efforts. At last, the baby giraffe stands for the first
        time on its wobbly legs.
        Then the mother giraffe does the most remarkable thing. She kicks it off its feet again. Why? She wants it to
        remember how it got up. In the wild, baby giraffes must be able to get up as quickly as possible to stay with
        the herd. There is safety by staying with the herd. Lions, hyenas, leopards, and wild hunting dogs all enjoy
        preying on young giraffes, and they'd get the baby, if the mother didn't teach her calf to get up quickly and
        stay with the herd.
        The late Irving Stone understood this too. He spent a lifetime studying greatness, writing biographies of such
        men as Michelangelo, Vincent van Gogh, Sigmund Freud, and Charles Darwin.
        Stone was once asked if he had found a thread that runs through the lives of all these exceptional people.
        He said, "I write about people who sometime in their life had a dream of something that should be
        accomplished, then they go to work.
        "They are beaten over the head, knocked down, vilified, and for years they get nowhere. But every time
        they're knocked down they stand up. You cannot destroy these people. And at the end of their lives they've
        accomplished some modest part of what they set out to do."

Boy Giving Blood

There was a little girl named Liza who was suffering from a disease and needed blood from her five-year-old
        brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to
        combat the illness.
        The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his
        blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying,
        "Yes, I'll do it if it will save my sister Liza."
        As the transfusion took place, he lay in the bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color
        return to her cheeks.
        Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice,
        "Will I start to die right away?" Being so young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor. He thought he was
        going to give his sister all of his blood, then die.

The story of the butterfly

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.
        One day a small opening appeared.
        He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours
        as it struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole.
        Then it stopped, as if it couldn't go further.
        So the man decided to help the butterfly.
        He took a pair of scissors and
        snipped off the remaining bits of cocoon.
        The butterfly emerged easily, but
        it had a swollen body and shriveled wings.
        The man continued to watch it,
        expecting that any minute the wings would enlarge
        and expand enough to support the body,
        Neither happened!
        In fact the butterfly spent the rest of its life
        crawling around.
        It was never able to fly.
        What the man in his kindness
        and haste did not understand:
        The restricting cocoon and the struggle
        required by the butterfly to get through the opening
        was a way of forcing the fluid from the body
        into the wings so that it would be ready
        for flight once that was achieved.
        Sometimes struggles are exactly
        what we need in our lives.
        Going through life with no obstacles would cripple us.
        We will not be as strong as we could have been
        and we would never fly.

Listening - at Christmas and always

A few years after I left my secondary school in Manchester, I was invited to help out with the school's Christmas Fair and I decided to have a go at being Father Christmas. I had recently grown my first full beard and thought that I would enter into the role by rubbing flour into my growth. Though I say it myself, I looked rather splendid and certainly I attracted lots of custom.

I was enjoying myself enormously, bringing a sense of magic to so many young children, but I was mystified by one young boy who paid for a second visit and then astonishingly for a third. The presents on offer were really pretty pitiful, so I asked him why he was coming to see me so often. He answered simply: "I just love talking to you".

It was then that I realised that, in many households, parents do not encourage their children to talk and really listen to them. This was a lesson that I have taken with me throughout my life. So, at home, at work, socially, always encourage family, friends, colleagues to talk about themselves and their feelings - and really listen.

Author: Roger Darlington

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Our first Hindi inspirational video.

Some beautiful answers and way of thinking of Turkish poet Jalaluddin Rumi

Some beautiful answers and way of thinking of Turkish poet Jalaluddin Rumi, that I cannot resist sharing..

What Is Poison ? ? ?
He Replied With A Beautiful Answer - AnyThing Which Is More Than Our Necessity Is Poison. It May Be Power, Wealth, Hunger, Ego, Greed, Laziness, Love, Ambition, Hate Or AnyThing.

What Is Fear ? ? ?
Non Acceptance Of Uncertainty.
If We Accept That Uncertainty, It Becomes Adventure.

What Is Envy ?
Non Acceptance Of Good In Others, If We Accept That Good, It Becomes Inspiration.

What Is Anger ? ? ?
Non Acceptance Of Things Which Are Beyond Our Control.
If We Accept, It Becomes Tolerance.

What Is Hatred ? ? ?
Non Acceptance Of Person As He Is. If We Accept Person Unconditionally, It Becomes Love. 😊 😊

The wise teacher and the Jar

There was once a very wise teacher, whose words of wisdom students
would come from far and wide to hear. One day as usual, many students
began to gather in the teaching room. They came in and sat down very
quietly, looking to the front with keen anticipation, ready to hear
what the teacher had to say.

Eventually the teacher came in and sat down in front of the students.
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. On one side of the
teacher was a large glass jar. On the other side was a pile of dark
grey rocks. Without saying a word, the teacher began to pick up the
rocks one by one and place them very carefully in the glass jar
(Plonk. Plonk.) When all the rocks were in the jar, the teacher turned
to the students and asked, 'Is the jar full?' 'Yes,' said the students.
'Yes, teacher, the jar is full'.

Without saying a word, the teacher began to drop small round pink
pebbles carefully into the large glass jar so that they fell down
between the rocks. (Clickety click. Clickety click.) When all the
pebbles were in the jar, the teacher turned to the students and asked,
'Is the jar now full?' The students looked at one another and then some
of them started nodding and saying, 'Yes. Yes, teacher, the jar is now
full. Yes'.

Without saying a word, the teacher took some fine silver sand and let
it trickle with a gentle sighing sound into the large glass jar (whoosh)
where it settled around the pink pebbles and the dark grey rocks.
When all the sand was in the jar, the teacher turned to the students
and asked, 'Is the jar now full?'

The students were not so confident this time, but the sand had clearly
filled all the space in the jar so a few still nodded and said, 'Yes,
teacher, the jar is now full. Now it's full'.

Without saving a word, the teacher took a jug of water and poured it
carefully, without splashing a drop, into the large glass jar. (Gloog.
Gloog.)

When the water reached the brim, the teacher turned to the students and
asked, 'Is the jar now full?' Most of the students were silent, but
two or three ventured to answer, 'Yes, teacher, the jar is now full.
Now it is'.

Without saying a word, the teacher took a handful of salt and sprinkled
it slowly over the top of the water with a very quiet whishing sound.
(Whish.) When all the salt had dissolved into the water, the teacher
turned to the students and asked once more, 'Is the jar now full?' The
students were totally silent. Eventually one brave student said, 'Yes,
teacher. The jar is now full'. 'Yes,' said the teacher 'The jar is now
full'.

The teacher then said: 'A story always has many meanings and you will
each have understood many things from this demonstration. Discuss
quietly amongst yourselves what meanings the story has for you. How
many different messages can you find in it and take from it?'

The students looked at the wise teacher and at the beautiful glass jar
filled with grey rocks, pink pebbles, silver sand, water and salt. Then
they quietly discussed with one another the meanings the story had for
them. After a few minutes, the wise teacher raised one hand and the
room fell silent. The teacher said: 'Remember that there is never just
one interpretation of anything. You have all taken away many meanings
and messages from the story, and each meaning is as important and as
valid as any other'.

And without saying another word, the teacher got up and left the room.

And another version of the same story ...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and
had some items in front of him. When the class began,
wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty jar and proceeded to fill it with golf
balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of small
pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar
lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas
between the golf balls. He then asked the students
again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured
it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up
everything else. He asked once more if the jar was
full.
The students responded with a unanimous "Yes."
The professor then produced two cans of beer from
under the table and poured the entire contents into
the jar, effectively filling the empty space between
the sand.
The students laughed.

"Now", said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I
want you to recognize that this jar represents your
life. The golf balls are the important things - your
family, your children, your health, your friends, your
favorite passions - things that, if everything else was
lost and only they remained, your life would still be
full. The pebbles are the other things that matter
like 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 golf balls.
The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and
energy on the small stuff, you will never have room
for the things that are important to you. Pay
attention to the things that are critical to your
happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get
medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time to clean the house, and fix
the rubbish. Take care of the golf balls first, the
things that really matter. Set your priorities.
The rest is just sand".

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what
the beer represented.
The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just
goes to show you that, no matter how full your life may
seem, there's always room for a couple of beers".

TEAM SPIRIT

*TEAM SPIRIT*

A business man gets stranded in a lonely highway in the US. The tyres of his car get stuck badly in a mud pool. He looks around for help and finally finds an old farmer. This businessman goes to him asking for help to get his car out of the mud. Farmer gauges the situation, and agrees to help him and says, let us take the help of warwick. Warwick was an old bull around, but the helpless business man agrees.

The farmer ties the bull to the car and start shouting loudly,’ FRED, PULL!.. JACK, PULL!.. JOHN, PULL... WARWICK, PULL’. As the farmer keeps shouting these words, the bull Warwick gets the car out of the pool of mud. Businessman is relieved but has a doubt in his mind. He thanks the farmer and asks him,’ you said the bull’s name was Warwick, and he was alone, then who were these Fred, Jack & John?’ Farmer coolly answered, "See, Warwick is old and is also blind. He does not know he is pulling this car alone. The moment he hears the other names, he thinks he is in a team, and he gives his best"

 word *TEAM* is said to stand for *"Together  Everyone Achieves More"*.