Put ur Touching short stories 4m fwds etc

[ssanjinika]

Subject: FW: One paragraph that explains Life......


One paragraph that explains Life......

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of CANCER. From
world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed:
"Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"? To this
Arthur Ashe replied: The world over -- 5 crore children start playing
tennis, 50 lakh learn to play tennis, 5 lakh learn professional
tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50
reach Wimbeldon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, When I was holding
a cup I never asked GOD "Why me?". And today in pain I should not be
asking GOD "Why me?"


Happiness keeps u Sweet, Trials keep u Strong, Sorrow keeps u Human,
Failure Keeps u Humble, Success keeps u Glowing, But only God Keeps u
Going.....

True he was an excellent soul and that is a great fwd.But just so since I am an avid tennis follower I couldnt help but notice a mistake in the FWD.
Authur Ashe died of AIDS.He was infected with the virus when he received condaminated blood during a blood transfusion.He was infected through no fault of his.A true victim of the dreaded virus.

[hi]

> When U Were Only 5 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U...

> U Asked Me: "What Is It?"

>

> When U Were 15 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U....

> U Blushed.. U Look Down And Smile..

>

> When U Were 20 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..

> U Put Ur Head On My Shoulder And

> Hold My Hand.. Afraid That I Might Dissapear..

>

> When U Were 25 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..

> U Prepare Breakfast And Serve It In

> Front Of Me, And Kiss My Forhead N

> Said : "U Better Be Quick, Is's Gonna Be Late.."

>

> When U Were 30 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..

> U Said: "If U Really Love Me, Please

> Come Back Early After Work.."

>

> When U Were 40 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..

> U Were Cleaning The Dining Table And

> Said: "Ok Dear, But It's Time For U To Help Our Child

> With His/Her Revision.."

>

> When U Were 50 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..

> U Were Knitting And U Laugh At Me..

>

> When U Were 60 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..

> U Smile At Me..

>

> When U Were 70 Yrs Old. I Said I Love U..

> We Sitting On The Rocking Chair With Our Glasses On..

> I'm Reading Your Love Letter That U Sent To Me 50

> Yrs Ago..

> With Our Hand Crossing Together..

>

> When U Were 80 Yrs Old, U Said U Love Me!

> I Didn't Say Anything But Cried..

>

> That Day Must Be The Happiest Day Of My Life! Because

> U Said U Love Me!!!


> Please Appreciate Your Loved Ones.. Say "I Love You"

> To Them When U Have The Chance Now!!

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Thomas, an eight-year-old boy, sickly and partially deaf, was far behind his classmates in academics. The teachers were unhappy with him because he was slow to pick up the subjects and his classmates made fun of him.

Thomas lived in an unkind world. But he had a mother who was happy to be with him. A mother who would sit with him each evening at the kitchen counter and listen to how bad his day had been.

One day, Thomas came home with a letter from the headmaster of his school. He was expelled because his learning ability was too poor.

His mother did not fuss much about the letter. She knew he was slower than most others, but she believed Thomas could learn if lessons were taught to him with love.

She worked on teaching him herself at home. It began to work. Soon Thomas started inventing several new things, a lot of them were unworkable in the beginning.

When Thomas finally died, the whole nation of the United States of America honoured him by switching off the lights throughout the entire country for one minute.

This is the Thomas whom his headmaster expelled from school because his brain worked slower; the one whose classmates laughed at.

This Thomas was Thomas Alva Edison, inventor of the light bulb and phonograph. He was, in fact, one of the most prolific inventors of the 20th century holding a record 1,093 patents in his name.

The teasing classmates were part of those who honoured Edison when America turned its lights off to commemorate his death.


There is something beautiful about every creature of God, and particularly so about every human being. Who are we to criticise a person created in the image and likeness of God? Let us learn to discover beauty in every person we meet!

[pavalamani pragasam]

Very good!

[hi]

"Cost of a Miracle "

An eight-year-old child heard her parents talking about her little brother.All she knew was that he was very sick and they had no money left. They were moving to a smaller house because they could not afford to stay in the present house after paying the doctor's bills. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and there was no one to loan them the money.

When she heard her daddy say to her tearful mother with whispered desperation, 'Only a miracle can save him now', the little girl went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully.

Clutching the precious piggy bank tightly, she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to the local drugstore. She took a quarter from her bank and placed it on the glass counter.

"And what do you want?" asked the pharmacist. "It's for my little brother," the girl answered back. "He's really, really sick and I want to buy a miracle."

"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.

"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my daddy says only a miracle can save him. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, child. I'm sorry," the pharmacist said, smiling sadly at the little girl.

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I can try and get some more. Just tell me how much it costs."

In the shop was a well-dressed customer. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does you brother need?"

"I don't know," she replied with her eyes welling up."He's really sick and mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy can't pay for it, so I have brought my savings".

"How much do you have?" asked the man. "One dollar and eleven cents, but I can try and get some more", she answered barely audibly.

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."

He took her money in one hand and held her hand with the other. He said, "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."

That well-dressed man was Dr Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specialising in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long before Andrew was home again and doing well.

"That surgery," her mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"

The little girl smiled. She knew exactly how much the miracle cost ... one dollar and eleven cents ... plus the faith of a little child.

Perseverance can make miracles happen!

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As I jumped off the building's 11th floor...........
10th floor
......

I saw the known loving couple in 10th floor is hitting each other
.....

I saw the usually tough & strong Peter in 9th floor is crying
.....

7th floor Dan is taking her daily anti-depression medicine
.....

6th floor Heng still buys 7 newspaper to search for a job everyday

.....

4th floor rose again fighting with the boyfriend

....

Old man in 3rd floor everyday hoping someone would come by and pay him a visit

.....

2nd floor Lily still staring at the picture of her lost husband half-year ago

....

Before i jumped off from the building, I thought i was the most unlucky person
.....

Now i just realised everyone has their own problems & worries....

After I had seen all these, I found out, in fact I wasn't that bad at all...

The people that I saw just now is looking at me now...

I think after they see me now, they might feel they are not that bad after all.............

[selvakumar]

Excellent anjali,

thanx a lot for ur contribution in this thread.. Seems u have great collection of these kind of stories. all of them are of different kind. I like that gold box story..

[selvakumar]

A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits.
The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation: The boy asked, "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn? The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn."
"Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now." replied boy. The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn.
The little boy found more perseverance and offered, "Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach, Florida." Again the woman answered in the negative.
With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all, walked over to the boy and said, "Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job."
The little boy replied, "No thanks, I was just checking my performance with the job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!"

[crazy]

ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! :P

[selvakumar]

A Very Very Nice Story!!!!



My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.



One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.



He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?



And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.



Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.



I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....

My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.." This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading..... "When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your Tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...



Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "



My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting...and as I continue on reading...



"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...?

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone... That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.



Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the dullest and boring form.. . Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship.



Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life...Love, not words win arguments...