<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413</id><updated>2011-06-22T09:35:50.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration Plus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-124478703814376256</id><published>2011-06-22T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:35:50.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try me !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smooth roads never make good drivers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smooth sea never makes good sailors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clear skies never make good pilots.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Problem free life never makes a strong person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be strong enough to accept the challenges of life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't ask life,'Why me?'.Instead say,'Try me!' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-124478703814376256?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/124478703814376256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/124478703814376256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/try-me.html' title='Try me !!'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-4821882054284358527</id><published>2011-06-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T10:24:07.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Things we INGORE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Things we INGORE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;1. Walk for 10-30 minutes every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. Sit in silence for at least 40 minutes each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. Sleep for 8 hours. (Prefer to sleep from 10Pm to 5Am) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;4. All ways be Energetic, Show enthusiasm and Empathy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;5. Play Your Favorite games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;6. Read good books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;7. Take time to practice Meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; with Children’s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;9. Dream more while you are awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;11. Drink plenty of water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;12. Try to make at least two people smile each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;13. Don't waste your precious time and energy on gossip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner or friends with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;18. Always try to Smile and laugh more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others, try to love others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;21. don’t try to win every argument. Agree to disagree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don't compare your partner with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;24. You are incharge of your happiness; no one takes the charge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;25. Always try to forgive everyone for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;26. What other people think of you is none of your business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;27. God is Supreme, GOD heals everything. All gods are Equal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;28. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;29. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;30. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;31. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;32. Think always The best is yet to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;33. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;34. Do the right thing every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;35. Call your family often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;36. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;37. Each day give something good to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;38. Don't over do. Keep your limits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;39. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;40. Please Forward this to everyone you care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-4821882054284358527?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/4821882054284358527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/4821882054284358527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/important-things-we-ingore.html' title='Important Things we INGORE:'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-4380037960466577644</id><published>2011-06-18T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:44:53.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father and Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxjZ6Ft__uc/TfbuCwXdAeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EQbcQP8_lhQ/s1600/image002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxjZ6Ft__uc/TfbuCwXdAeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EQbcQP8_lhQ/s320/image002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One old man was sitting with his     25 years old son in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train is about to leave the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All passengers are settling down their seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As train started young man was filled with lot of joy and&lt;br /&gt;curiosity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was sitting on the window     side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went out one hand and feeling the passing air. He&lt;br /&gt;shouted, "Papa see all trees are going behind".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old man smile and admired son     feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the young man one couple was sitting and listing all&lt;br /&gt;the conversion between father and son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were little awkward with the     attitude of 25&lt;br /&gt;years old man behaving like a small child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly young man again shouted,     "Papa see the pond&lt;br /&gt;and animals. Clouds are moving with train".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Old man again smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couple was watching the young man     in embarrassingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its start raining and some of water drops touches the&lt;br /&gt;young man's hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He filled with joy and he closed     the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouted again," Papa it's raining, water is&lt;br /&gt;touching me, see papa".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couple couldn't help themselves     and ask the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you visit the Doctor and get treatment for your son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Yes, We are coming from the     hospital right now. Today&lt;br /&gt;only my son got his eye sight for first time in his life".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral: "Don't draw conclusions until you know all the facts".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-4380037960466577644?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/4380037960466577644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/4380037960466577644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/father-and-son.html' title='Father and Son'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxjZ6Ft__uc/TfbuCwXdAeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EQbcQP8_lhQ/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-4030152637147468681</id><published>2011-06-16T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T03:17:06.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story of Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Translated from   Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;This is a powerful message in our modern society. We seemed to have lost our   bearing &amp;amp; our sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Story of Appreciation**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial   position in a big company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made&lt;br /&gt;the last decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic&lt;br /&gt;achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the   postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?"   the&lt;br /&gt;youth answered "none".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school   fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one   year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth   answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested   the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were   smooth and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes&lt;br /&gt;before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to   study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster   than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and&lt;br /&gt;clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went   back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mother felt strange, happy but with mixed   feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that. It was the first time he noticed that his   mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands.   Some bruises were so painful that his mother&lt;br /&gt;shivered when they were cleaned with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands   that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The   bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for   his&lt;br /&gt;graduation, academic excellence and his future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed   all the remaining clothes for his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you   tell me&lt;br /&gt;what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished&lt;br /&gt;cleaning all the remaining clothes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother,   there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and   helping&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my mother, only I now realize how   difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to   appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager.&lt;br /&gt;I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person   who knows the sufferings of&lt;br /&gt;others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only   goal in life. You are hired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his   subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's   performance improved tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted,   would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself   first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he   assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager,   he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame   others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be   successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement.   He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind   of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the   kid instead?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch   a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience   it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their   brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid,   but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to   understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will   grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing   is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty   and learns the ability to work with others to get things done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this story to as many people as possible...this   may change somebody's fate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-4030152637147468681?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/4030152637147468681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/4030152637147468681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/story-of-appreciation.html' title='A Story of Appreciation'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-3658535837602028357</id><published>2011-06-14T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:54:59.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bijness is Bijness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1334805267msonormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One     day in a school in London, a teacher said to a class of 5-year-olds&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1334805267msonormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I'll give 10 pounds to the child who can tell me who was the     most famous man who ever lived."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1334805267msonormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;An Irish boy put his hand up and said, "It was St.     Patrick."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1334805267msonormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The teacher said, "Sorry Paddy, that's not     correct."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1334805267msonormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Then a Scottish boy put his hand up and said, "It was     St. Andrew."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1334805267msonormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The teacher replied, "I'm sorry, Hamish, that's not     right either."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1334805267msonormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Then a Jewish boy put his hand up and said     "David", The Buddhist boy said "Gautama Buddha" and the     Muslim boy said "Mohammed".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1334805267msonormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;They all were not successful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Finally, a Gujju boy raised     his hand and said, "It was Jesus Christ."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1334805267msonormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The teacher said, "That's absolutely right, Jignesh,     come up here and I'll give you the 10 pounds that I promised."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1334805267msonormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;As the teacher was giving Jignesh his money, she said, "You know Jignesh, since you're a Hindu Gujarati; I was very     surprised you said Jesus Christ."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1334805267msonormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Jignesh replied, "Yes. In my heart I knew it was     Krishna, but Bijness is Bijness!!!!! ! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Moral : Talk the language which listener (Customer) wants,     not that which you know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-3658535837602028357?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/3658535837602028357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/3658535837602028357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/bijness-is-bijness.html' title='Bijness is Bijness'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-325907056828786401</id><published>2011-06-14T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:58:12.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Touching Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;about  Mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Zavere Poonawala who is a  well-known industrialist in Pune. He had this driver named Ganga Datt with him  for the last 30 years on his limousine, which was originally owned by Acharya  Rajneesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INaofNmpCg0/TfcKlUfqtuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RT9OCQ1CeWM/s1600/cxv1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INaofNmpCg0/TfcKlUfqtuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RT9OCQ1CeWM/s1600/cxv1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ganga Datt passed  away recently and at that time Mr. Poonawala was in Mumbai for some important  work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;As soon as he heard the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; he canceled all his meetings,  requested the driver's family to await him for the cremation and came back to  Pune immediately by a helicopter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;On reaching Pune he asked the  limo to be decorated with flowers as he wished Ganga Datt should be taken in the  same car which he himself had driven since the beginning. When Ganga Datt's  family agreed to his wishes, he himself drove Ganga Datt from his home up to the  ghat on his last journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When asked about it, Mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Poonawala  replied that Ganga Datt had served him day and night and he could at least do  this being eternally grateful for him. He further added that Ganga Datt rose up  from poverty and educated both his children very well. His daughter is a  Chartered accountant and that is so  commendable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;His comment in the end, is the essence of a successful life in all  aspects:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;�&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Everybody earns money which is nothing unusual in that, but we  should always be grateful to those people who contribute for our success. This  is the belief, we have been brought up with which made me do, what I  did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;�&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;�  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;An inspiring example of humility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-325907056828786401?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/325907056828786401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/325907056828786401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/touching-farewell.html' title='A Touching Farewell'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INaofNmpCg0/TfcKlUfqtuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RT9OCQ1CeWM/s72-c/cxv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-7254709441692216737</id><published>2011-06-13T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T06:43:46.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law of the Garbage Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;Law of the Garbage   Truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. &lt;br /&gt;We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a   parking space right in front of us. &lt;br /&gt;My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by   just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started   yelling at us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy.&lt;/span&gt;   And I mean, he was really friendly. &lt;br /&gt;So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and   sent us to the hospital!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;'The Law of the Garbage Truck.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of   anger, and full of disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;As their &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;garbage piles up, they need a place   to dump it&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sometimes they'll dump it on   you&lt;/span&gt;. Don't take it personally.    &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't   take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the   streets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The bottom line is that &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;successful people do   not let garbage trucks take over their day&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Life's too short to wake up in the morning with   regrets,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So ... &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Love the people who treat you right. &lt;br /&gt;Pray for the ones who don't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take   it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;Have a blessed, garbage-free day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-7254709441692216737?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/7254709441692216737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/7254709441692216737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/law-of-garbage-truck.html' title='Law of the Garbage Truck'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-1003075436587724124</id><published>2011-06-10T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:03:40.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;One rich man owned 19 horses when he died. In his last will and testament he had written that upon his death, half the horses he owned should go to his only son; one fourth to the village temple and one fifth to the faithful servant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The village elders could not stop scratching their heads. How can they give half of the 19 horses to the son? You cannot cut up a horse. They puzzled over this dilemma for more than two weeks and then decided to send for a wise man who was living in a neighbouring village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise man came riding on his horse and asked the villagers if he can be of any help to them. The village elders told him about the rich man's last will and testament which stated that half of the (19) horses must be given to his only son, one fourth must go to the temple and one fifth to the faithful servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise man said he will immediately solve their problem without any delay whatsoever. He had the 19 horses placed in a row standing next to one another. Then he added his own horse as the 20 th horse. Now he went about giving half of the 20 horses – that is ten horses to the son. One fourth of 20- that is 5 horses were given to the temple committee. One fifth of twenty- that is 4 horses were given to the faithful servant. Ten plus five plus four made 19 horses. The remaining 20th horse was his own which he promptly mounted, spoke a few inspiring words, and rode back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villagers were simply dumbfounded, full of disbelief and filled with admiration. And the parting words of the wise man were inscribed in their hearts and minds which they greatly cherished and passed on to their succeeding generations till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise man said: In our daily lives, in our daily affairs, simply add God's name and then go about facing the day's happenings. Ever come across problems in life that are seemingly insurmountable? (Like the villagers, do we feel that such problems cannot be solved?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise man continued: Add the God Principle in our daily lives and the problems will become lighter and eventually will disappear. In the manner of the ice which, with the addition of the heat principle will turn into water, and that will eventually evaporate as steam and disappear. And how do we add God's name&amp;nbsp; in our daily lives? Through prayers, filled with true love and devotion with sincerity of purpose and dedication that only total faith can bring about. Meditation is a powerful means of directing the mind towards God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without true love and devotion entering into it, it remains like a boat without water. It is not difficult to push a boat that is floating in water, but extremely hard to drag the same boat on dry land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, if our life's boat floats on the waters of true love and devotion, we can sail easily in it. The principle of love of God and devotion with total faith, (like water) makes easy the voyage of our lives.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the mind is pure and the heart full of simplicity and holiness, such a devotee becomes an instrument in the service of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-1003075436587724124?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/1003075436587724124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/1003075436587724124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/19-horses.html' title='19 Horses'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-4076853603087138543</id><published>2011-06-04T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:24:40.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Story told by a man which is one of the most frightening yet thought-provoking experiences of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been on a long flight. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: "Fasten your seat belts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm. And then, I suddenly saw a girl to whom the storm meant nothing. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat and was reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man could hardly believe his eyes. It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, he lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet child replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, my Dad is the pilot and he is taking me home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are sure of your self, your confident level is steady and you are never shaky you do the things calmly and successfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-4076853603087138543?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/4076853603087138543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/4076853603087138543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-6520487273437946119</id><published>2011-06-03T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:23:35.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unopened CDs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that couldn't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken care of by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying at home and wanted to go out for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He walked down his block and found a lot of stores.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up and asked "Can I help you?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded and she went to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!RRRRRING! !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day the mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said: &lt;i&gt;Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother opened another CD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again there was a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said: &lt;i&gt;Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is... when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "I Love You . . . " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of The Story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really Love someone please express your feeling and let them know how much you Love them, before it is too late, that person  might also love you in the same way as you love them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-6520487273437946119?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/6520487273437946119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/6520487273437946119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/unopened-cds.html' title='Unopened CDs'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-3056002237039761948</id><published>2011-06-02T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:20:38.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to tap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ever heard the story of the giant ship engine that failed? The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he&amp;nbsp; immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he&amp;nbsp; would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man&amp;nbsp; reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sent a bill that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapping with a hammer ..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; $&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing where to tap ..... $&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 9998.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-3056002237039761948?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/3056002237039761948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/3056002237039761948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-to-tap.html' title='Where to tap'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-1943193040849119904</id><published>2011-06-01T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:19:34.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are a Doctor and a Mechanic doing the same work ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A mechanic was removing the cylinder heads from the motor of a car when he spotted the famous heart surgeon in his shop, who was standing off to the side, waiting for the service manager to come to take a look at his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mechanic shouted across the garage,"Hello Doctor!! Please come over here for a minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous surgeon, a bit surprised, walked over to the mechanic. The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked argumentatively, "So doctor, look at this. I also open hearts, take valves out, grind 'em, put in new parts, and when I finish, this will work as a new one. So how come you get the big money, when you and me is doing basically the same work? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor leaned over and whispered to the mechanic.... . ......... He said: "&lt;b&gt;Try to do it when the engine is running &lt;/b&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-1943193040849119904?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/1943193040849119904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/1943193040849119904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-doctor-and-mechanic-doing-same-work.html' title='Are a Doctor and a Mechanic doing the same work ?'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-5156801104532808557</id><published>2011-06-01T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:35:07.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Date...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out&lt;br /&gt;to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman &lt;br /&gt;loves you and would love to spend some time with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has&lt;br /&gt;been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three&lt;br /&gt;children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's wrong, are you well,' she asked? My mother is the type of woman&lt;br /&gt;who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign &lt;br /&gt;of bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,' I responded. 'Just&lt;br /&gt;the two of us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that&lt;br /&gt;very much.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit&lt;br /&gt;nervous.&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had &lt;br /&gt;curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;her last wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were &lt;br /&gt;impressed, 'she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to hear&lt;br /&gt;about our meeting'. We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant,&lt;br /&gt;was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First &lt;br /&gt;Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through&lt;br /&gt;the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic smile was on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she &lt;br /&gt;said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I&lt;br /&gt;responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life.. We &lt;br /&gt;talked so much that we missed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again,&lt;br /&gt;but only if you let me invite you.' I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home. 'Very nice. &lt;br /&gt;Much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened&lt;br /&gt;so suddenly that I didn't have time to do anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant &lt;br /&gt;receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attached note said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that&lt;br /&gt;I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you &lt;br /&gt;and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, son.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I LOVE &lt;br /&gt;YOU!' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in &lt;br /&gt;life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they&lt;br /&gt;deserve, because these things cannot be put off till 'some other time.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping today is better than yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-5156801104532808557?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/5156801104532808557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/5156801104532808557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/06/special-date.html' title='A Special Date...'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-7263416169680875257</id><published>2011-05-30T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:17:56.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Abandon your Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There were once 2 brothers who lived on the 80th level. On coming home one day, they realized to their dismay that the lifts were not working and that they have to climb the stairs home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After struggling to the 20th level, panting and tired, they decided to abandon their bags and come back for them the next day. They left their bags then and climbed on. When they have struggled to the 40th level, the younger brother started to grumble and both of them began to quarrel. They continued to climb the flights of steps, quarreling all the way to the 60th floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then realized that they have only 20 levels more to climb and decided to stop quarreling and continue climbing in peace. They silently climbed on and reached their home at long last. Each stood calmly before the door and waited for the other to open the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they realized that the key was in their bags which was left on the 20th floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is reflecting on our life...many of us live under the expectations of our parents, teachers and friends when young. We seldom get to do the things that we really like and love and are under so much pressure and stress so that by the age of 20, we get tired and decided to dump this load. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being free of the stress and pressure, we work enthusiastically and dream ambitious wishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the time we reach 40 years old, we start to lose our vision and dreams. We began to feel unsatisfied and start to complain and criticize. We live life as a misery as we are never satisfied. Reaching 60, we realize that we have little left for complaining anymore, and we began to walk the final episode in peace and calmness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think that there is nothing left to disappoint us, only to realize that we could not rest in peace because we have an unfulfilled dream ...... a dream we abandoned 60 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what is your dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your dreams, so that you will not live with regrets.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-7263416169680875257?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/7263416169680875257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/7263416169680875257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-abandon-your-dreams.html' title='Don&apos;t Abandon your Dreams'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-4240484268942379940</id><published>2011-05-28T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:16:56.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking the right question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Jack and Max are walking from religious service. Jack wonders whether it would be all right to smoke while praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max replies, "Why don't you ask the Priest?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jack goes up to the Priest and asks, "Father, may I smoke while I pray?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Priest replies, "No, my son, you&amp;nbsp; may not! That's utter disrespect to our religion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack goes back to his friend and&amp;nbsp; tells him what the good Priest told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max says, "I'm not&amp;nbsp; surprised. You asked the wrong question. Let me try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Max&amp;nbsp; goes up to the Priest and asks, "Father, may I pray while I smoke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the Priest eagerly replies, "By all&amp;nbsp; means, my son. By all means. You can always pray whenever you want&amp;nbsp; to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the story is... the reply you get depends on the&amp;nbsp; question you ask.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you want a vacation when still&amp;nbsp; working on a project don't ask for the holiday; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask: "Can I keep&amp;nbsp; working on this project while I'm on vacation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-4240484268942379940?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/4240484268942379940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/4240484268942379940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/05/asking-right-question.html' title='Asking the right question'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-6054728153056002396</id><published>2011-05-28T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:16:25.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Come with me to a third grade classroom... .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. "You've done enough, you klutz! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone one of us are going through tough times right now, but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep the faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When God answers your Prayer He is increasing your Faith, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He delays, He is increasing your Patience, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He doesn't answer your prayer, He has something better for you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-6054728153056002396?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/6054728153056002396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/6054728153056002396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/05/wet-pants.html' title='Wet Pants'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-7779213065093864391</id><published>2011-05-28T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:11:27.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness Pays !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't owe me anything," she replied "Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness." He said... "Then I thank you from my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man became stronger. He had been ready to give up and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught her attention on the side as she read these words.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Paid in full with one glass of milk."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-7779213065093864391?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/7779213065093864391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/7779213065093864391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/05/kindness-pays.html' title='Kindness Pays !!'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-77905431706762525</id><published>2011-05-28T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:08:51.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Split Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This is a story about a famous research scientist who had made several very important medical breakthroughs. He was being interviewed by a newspaper reporter who asked him why he thought he was able to be so much more creative than the average person. What set him so far apart from others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responded that, in his opinion, it all came from an experience with his mother that occurred when he was about two years old. He had been trying to remove a bottle of milk from the refrigerator when he lost his grip on the slippery bottle and it fell, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor—a veritable sea of milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his mother came into the kitchen, instead of yelling at him, giving him a lecture, or punishing him, she said, "Robert, what a great and wonderful mess you have made! I have rarely seen such a huge puddle of milk. Well, the damage has already been done. Would you like to get down and play in the milk for a few minutes before we clean it up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, he did. After a few minutes, his mother said, "You know, Robert, whenever you make a mess like this, eventually you have to clean it up and restore everything to its proper order. So, how would you like to do that? We could use a sponge, a towel, or a mop. Which do you prefer?" He chose the sponge and together they cleaned up the spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother then said, "You know, what we have here is a failed experiment in how to effectively carry a big milk bottle with two tiny hands. Let's go out in the back yard and fill the bottle with water and see if you can discover a way to carry it without dropping it." The little boy learned that if he grasped the bottle at the top near the lip with both hands, he could carry it without dropping it. What a wonderful lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This renowned scientist then remarked that it was at that moment that he knew he didn't need to be afraid to make mistakes. Instead, he learned that mistakes were just opportunities for learning something new, which is, after all, what scientific experiments are all about. Even if the experiment "doesn't work," we usually learn something valuable from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-77905431706762525?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/77905431706762525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/77905431706762525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/05/split-milk.html' title='The Split Milk'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281061291991791413.post-5423370885921904790</id><published>2011-05-28T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:07:15.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to&amp;nbsp; be digging up a garden plot.If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot&amp;nbsp; for me, if you weren't in prison.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, the old man received this telegram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;"For Heaven's sake, Dad,don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the GUNS!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At&amp;nbsp; 4a.m., the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and a sked him what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son's reply was: "Go ahead and plant your&amp;nbsp; potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do for you from here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Moral Of the Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT.&amp;nbsp; IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE OTHER PERSON IS.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281061291991791413-5423370885921904790?l=inspirationplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/5423370885921904790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281061291991791413/posts/default/5423370885921904790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirationplus.blogspot.com/2011/05/will-power.html' title='Will Power'/><author><name>Administrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
