Sunday, April 10, 2011
Let Me Do It Now
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I expect to pass through this world, but once;
Spread Light
Spread Light
The world is dangerous not because of those who do harm,
but because of those who look at it without doing anything.
It is up to us to build the world.
To spread the light around us.
To make it a better place.
I Knew I Loved You
I Knew I Loved You
My eyes could see you
My heart could feel you
My breath could sense you
I knew I loved you
Before I met you
Change The World
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Change The World
Everyone wants to change the way world is.
Everyone wants to see the world happy.
But no one realises that., to make this world a happy place to live.,
You have to change yourself - your heart; and not the world.
Life Without Challenge
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Life Without Challenge
A life without challenge would be like
going to school without lessons to learn.
Challenges come not to depress or get you down,
but to master and to grow and to unfold your abilities.
Live Your Dream
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Live Your Dream
Nothing is as real as a dream.
The world can change around you, but your dream will not.
Responsibilities need not erase it.
Duties need not obscure it.
Because the dream is within you, no one can take it away.
You need to live up to your dream.
Acts Of Life
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Acts Of Life
You always experience the consequences of your acts.
If your acts are right, you’ll get good consequences; If no, you’ll suffer for it.
Right or Wrong, its in your hand.
But at the end, all acts sum up as your life.
I Will Not Die
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I Will Not Die
I will not die and unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit by days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes as a fruit.
God Will Ask
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God Will Ask
Tomorrow God isn’t going to ask:
What did you dream?
What did you think?
What did you plan?
What did you preach?
He’s going to ask: What did you do?
A Lesson to Teach
Her name was Mrs. Thompson. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie.
Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs.Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs.Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around."
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.
Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume.
But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs.Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to," After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.
Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.
By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs.Thompson did.
And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs.Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't really know how to teach until I met you."
Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook.
Please try to do it in a positive way:
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
Ref: http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/554/a-lesson-to-teach
Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs.Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs.Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around."
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.
Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume.
But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs.Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to," After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.
Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.
By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs.Thompson did.
And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs.Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't really know how to teach until I met you."
Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook.
Please try to do it in a positive way:
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
Ref: http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/554/a-lesson-to-teach
Friday, March 18, 2011
Present Moment
Present Moment
You can’t predict the future,
You can’t change the past.
You just have the present moment,
Live it the best and treat it as your last.
Time Has Wings
Time Has Wings
Do not waste any of life’s precious time.
There is something to be gathered out of each moment.
We’re here for a little while. We’re only passing by.
Time has wings and the golden moments quickly fly.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Never Take Someone For Granted
Never Take Someone For Granted
Never take someone for granted.
Hold every person close to your heart because you might wake up one day,
and realise that you’ve lost a diamond, while you were too busy collection stones.
Ref:http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/160/never-take-someone-for-granted
Its Your Choice
Its Your Choice
If live gives us rocks, don’t sit back and blame life for that.
At every turn of our life, it gives us choices which we fail to recognise.
So when life gives you rocks,
It’s still your choice whether to build a wall or to build a bridge.
Ref:http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/410/its-your-choice
The Measure Of Life
The Measure Of Life
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong,
enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything;
They just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past;
You can’t go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
Don’t count the years - count the memories….
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away!
Ref:http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/395/the-measure-of-life
Life Is A Gift
Life Is A Gift
Life is a gift given by the God to us.
Life is like a diamond which makes us beautiful
and feel how much precious we are.
So fill your life with full of colours.
Don’t waste it or spoil it.
Because God will never give you a second chance.
Ref:http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/411/life-is-a-gift
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The World Is Waiting For You
The World Is Waiting For You
You have the potential to be anything you want.
You are free to choose.
You are limited only by your fears.
Let your dreams take over.
Fly with the eagles, soar into life.
The world is waiting for you.
ref:http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/377/the-world-is-waiting-for-you
Life Is Short
Life Is Short
We grow old filled with regrets…
...for things not done.
...for words not said.
...for love not shown.
Life is too short.
Rather than regretting tomorrow,
do all what makes you happy today.
Ref:http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/392/life-is-short
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