Archive | April 16, 2013

30 Days Heart Touching Love Story

 

Boy and Girl are sitting alone in the park one night….

Boy: I guess we are the left over’s in this world….

Girl: I think so…..All of my friends have boyfriends and we are only the 2 persons left
in this world without any special person in our life …

Boy: Yup I don’t know what to do..

Girl: I know! We’ll play a game..

Boy: What game?

Girl: I’ll be your girl friend for 30 days and you will be my boy friend …

Boy: That’s a great plan in fact i don’t have
nothing to do much this following weeks…

DAY 1

They watch their first movie and they both
touched in a romantic film ..

DAY 4

They went to the beach and have a picnic…
Boy and Girl have their quality time together

DAY 12

Boy invited Girl to a circus and they
ride on a Horror House….Girl was scared
and she touched Boy’s hand but she touched
someone else’s hand and they both
laughed…

DAY 15

They saw a fortune teller down the road and
they asked for their future advice and the fortune
teller said: “My darling, Please don’t waste the
time of your life…Spend the rest of your time together
happily” Then tears flow out from the teller’s eyes

DAY 20

Girl invited Boy to go to the hill and
they saw a meteor…Girl mumbled
something …

DAY 28

They sat on the bus and because of a bum by
road Girl gave her first kiss to Boy by
accident …

DAY 29

11:37pm

Girl and Boy sat in the park where
they first decided to play this game…

Boy: I’m tired…. Do you want any drinks? I’ll buy you one….
I’ll just go down the road …

Girl: Apple Juice that’s all …

Boy: Wait for me….

20 mins later… a stranger approached
Girl …

Stranger: Are you a friend of that Boy?

Girl:  Yes.. Why? What happened?

Stranger: A reckless drunken driver ran over
boy and he is critical in the hospital …

11:57pm

The doctor went out of the emergency room
and he handed out an apple juice and a letter …

Doctor: We found this in boy’s pocket..

Girl reads the letter and it says:

This past few days, i realized …
you are really a cute girl and i am really falling for you..
Your cherish smile your everything when we
played this game….. Before this game would end…I
would like you to be my girl friend for the rest of my
life….

I love you….

Girl crumples the paper and shouted:

“I don’t want you to die…I love you…
Remember that night when we saw a meteor, I mumbled something…
I mumbled that I wish we would be together forever and never end this game.
Please don’t leave me…. I love you! You cannot do this to me”

Then the clock strikes 12

Boy’s heart start pumping….

THEN IT WAS THE 30TH DAY:


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Regret City

 

I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it. This is my annual “Guilt Trip.”

I got tickets to fly there on “WISH-I-HAD” airlines. It was an extremely short flight. I got my “baggage,” which I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was loaded down with a thousand memories of “what might have been.” No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City International Airport. I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town.

As I checked into the “Last Resort” Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year’s most important event — the annual “Pity Party.” I wasn’t going to miss that great social occasion. Many of the towns leading citizens would be there.

First, there would be the “Done” family; you know, “Should Have,” “Would Have” and “Could Have.” Then came the “I Had” family. You probably know old “Wish” and his clan. Of course, the “Opportunities” family; “Missed and Lost,” would be present. The biggest family there would be the “Yesterday’s.”

There are far too many of them to count, but each one would have a very sad story to share. Of course, “Shattered Dreams” would surely make and appearance. “It’s Their Fault” family would regale us with stories (excuses) about how things had failed in their life. Each story would be loudly applauded by the “Don’t Blame Me” and “I Couldn’t Help It” committee.

To make a long story short, I went to this depressing party, knowing full well there would be no real benefit in doing so. And, as usual, I became very depressed. But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought back from the past, it occurred to me that this trip and subsequent “pity parties” COULD be cancelled by ME!

I started to realize that I did not have to be there. And I didn’t have to be depressed. One thing kept going through my mind, I CAN’T CHANGE YESTERDAY, BUT I DO HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE TODAY A WONDERFUL DAY. I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as being encouraging.

Knowing this, I left Regret City immediately, and didn’t leave a forwarding address. Am I sorry for mistakes I’ve made in the past? YES! But there is no way to undo them.

So, if you’re planning a trip back to Regret City, please cancel all those reservations now. Instead, take a trip to a nice place called: “Starting Again.” I like it so much that I made it my permanent residence. My neighbors, the “Been Forgiven” and the “We’re Saved” are so very helpful. By the way, you don’t have to carry around the heavy baggage anymore either. That load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival. But don’t take my word for it, find out for yourself.

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Shake It Off and Step Up

 

 A parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer’s well. The farmer heard the mule ‘braying’ — or whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer felt sorry for the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together and told them what had happened and asked them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery.

Initially, the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back, a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back: he should shake it off and step up! This is what the old mule did, blow after blow. “Shake it off and step up… shake it off and step up… shake it off and step up!” he repeated to encourage himself.

No matter how painful the blows, or distressing the situation seemed, the old mule fought “panic” and just kept right on shaking it off and stepping up! You guessed it! It wasn’t long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, stepped triumphantly over the wall of that well! What seemed like it would bury him, actually end up blessing him. All because of the manner in which he handled his adversity.

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This Is Good

 

 An old story is told of a king in Africa who had a close friend with whom he grew up. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) and remarking, “This is good!”

One day the king and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the king fired it and his thumb was blown off. Examining the situation the friend remarked as usual, “This is good!” To which the king replied, “No, this is NOT good!” and proceeded to send his friend to jail.

About a year later, the king was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured him and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake. As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the king was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone that was less than whole. So untying the king, they sent him on his way.

As he returned home, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend. “You were right,” he said, “it was good that my thumb was blown off.” And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened. “And so I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this.”

“No,” his friend replied, “This is good!” “What do you mean,’This is good’? How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?” “If I had NOT been in jail, I would have been with you.”

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