Monday, September 30, 2013

If only I knew

…..If I knew it would be the last time
That I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
And call you back for one more…..

If I knew it would be the last time
I could spare an extra minute
To stop and say “I love you”,
Instead of assuming you would KNOW I do…..

…..Just in case…..
…..today is all I get,
I’d like to say how much I love you
And I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
You get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow,
Why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
You’ll surely regret the day.

That you didn’t take that extra time
For a smile, a hug, or a kiss
And you were too busy to grant someone,
What turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today.
And whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
And that you’ll always hold them dear.

Take time to say, “I’m sorry”
“Please forgive me”, “Thank you”, or “It’s okay”
And if tomorrow never comes,

You’ll have no regrets about today.  


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Saturday, September 21, 2013

Problem

There was a father who left 17 camels as an asset for his three sons.
When the father passed away, his sons opened up the Will.
The Will of the father stated that the eldest son should get 1/2 (half) of total camels while the middle son should be given 1/3rd (one-third) and the youngest son should be given 1/9th (one-ninth) of the total camels.
As it was not possible to divide 17 into half or 17 by 3 or 17 by 9, the three sons started to fight with each other. So, the three sons decided to go to a wise man.
The wise man read the Will patiently. The wise man, after giving due thought, brought one camel of his own and added the same to 17. That increased the total to 18 camels.
Now, he started reading the deceased father’s Will.
Half of 18 = 9. So he gave the eldest son 9 camels
1/3rd of 18 = 6. So he gave the middle son 6 camels
1/9th of 18 = 2. So he gave the youngest son 2 camels.
Now add this up: 9 plus 6 plus 2 is 17 and this leaves one camel, which the wise man took back!
Moral:  The attitude of negotiation and problem solving is to find the 18th camel i.e. the common ground. Once a person is able to find the 18th camel the issue is resolved. It is difficult at times. However, to reach a solution, the first step is to believe that there is a solution. If we think that there is no solution, we won’t be able to reach any!

Source: Venkat mails


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Saturday, September 7, 2013

Mummy

A young Indian man excitedly tells his mother he's fallen in love and that he is going to get married.

He says, "Ma, I'm going to bring over 3 women and you try and guess which one I'm going to marry."

The mother agrees. The next day, he brings three beautiful women into the house and sits them down on the couch and they chat for a while.

Later, he says, "Okay Ma, guess which one I'm going to marry."

She immediately replies, "The one on the right."

"That's amazing, Ma. You're right. How did you know?"

The Indian mother replies, "I don't like her."



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Monday, September 2, 2013

Keep me alive

My friend was slowly recovering from a heart attack. "Doctor," she 
pleaded with her cardiologist, "you must keep me alive for the next 
two years. I want to attend my first grandchild's graduation."

"We'll try," he replied compassionately.

In due course she gratefully attended the graduation.

Some time later she again spoke to her doctor. "My granddaughter is 
to be married in 18 months. Please help me to be able to attend her wedding."

"We'll do our best," he replied.

And my friend happily attended her granddaughter's wedding.

Ten years passed. She visited her cardiologist regularly and followed 
his instructions religiously.

One morning she called him. "Doctor," she began, "I'm feeling fine, 
but I have another request to ask of you. Remember how you saw me 
through to my grandson's graduation?"

"Yes."

"And later how you helped me attend my granddaughter's wedding?"

"Yes."

"Well, as you know I've just celebrated my 80th birthday. And I just 
bought myself a new mattress."

"Yes?"

"It has a 20-year guarantee..."





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Sunday, September 1, 2013

My father

There was a young boy who used to come for regular practice but always played in the reserves and never made it to the soccer eleven. While he was practicing, his father used to sit at the far end waiting for him.

The matches had started and for four days, he didn't show up for practice or the quarter or semifinals.
All of a sudden he showed up for the finals, went to the coach and said, "Coach, you have always kept me in the reserves and never let me play in the finals. But today, please let me play."
The coach said, "Son, I'm sorry, I can't let you. There are better players than you and besides, it is the finals, the reputation of the school is at stake and I cannot take a chance." The boy pleaded, "Coach, I promise I will not let you down. I beg of you, please let me play." The coach had never seen the boy plead like this before. He said, "OK, son, go, play. But remember, I am going against my better judgment and the reputation of the school is at stake. Don't let me down."
The game started and the boy played like a house on fire. Every time he got the ball, he shot a goal. Needless to say, he was the best player and the star of the game. His team had a spectacular win. When the game finished, the coach went up to him and said, "Son, how could I have been so wrong in my life. I have never seen you play like this before. What happened? How did you play so well?"
The boy replied, "Coach, my father is watching me today." The coach turned around and looked at the place where the boy's father used to sit. There was no one there. He said, "Son, your father used to sit there when you came for practice, but I don't see anyone there today."
The boy replied, "Coach, there is something I never told you. My father was blind. Just four days ago, he died. Today is the first day he is watching me from above."
Moral: DIFFERENT THINGS MOTIVATE DIFFERENT PEOPLE



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