A True Story...."May God bless that lovely kid"

I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back saying

"I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied:

''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly.

"No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this.

"My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said:

"I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me

"I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister. "

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy.

"What if we checked again, just in case you do have enough money?''

"OK" he said "I hope that I have enough."

I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said:

"Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added

"I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car, where there was one young lady and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

 

Here is a short story with a beautiful message...

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, 'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.' 

The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.' 
'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father. 

'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl. 

'If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.' 

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. 
So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours... 

This message is too short.......but carries a lot of Feelings.

Father of the Bride.. Part - 1, Best Scene

Father Of The Bride..Part - 2... One of the best ending scene... i really like it

Her Face became her Fortune... A True Story

Whenever Bhairavi walked from her home to fetch milk, village boys gathered at the paan ka galla stared at her. She was beautiful. Milk can perched on her head; she would walk with eyes downcast. There was something about Bhairavi. It was as if God had created her with great care - fair and fragile. She seemed so pure that local lads didn’t ogle or tease her. Even ruffian’s just looked--they never thought of violating her.

Bhairavi was from a lower caste family in a village on Ahmadabad -Meshana highway. Arjun was a young man of the same village, a Karmakandi Brahmin. His father was well-known in the district and would be called for all religious functions

Since he was a schoolboy, Arjun went to the temple with his father and assisted him with rituals. Like his father, he was an early riser and lived by a strict religious and exercise regime

He knew Bhairavi well and liked her. One day, he was returning from college in Mehsana when he saw her walking in his direction. When she got close, she smiled and said, “Jai Shree Krishna”. Arjun was stunned. This was the first time she had spoken to him. When he recovered his composure, he returned the greeting.

Arjun was in love. Bhairavi was on his mind all the time. He went to her and asked outright: “Will you marry me?” “Only, if you have the guts” replied the disbelieving lass.

When Arjun told his father, the latter exploded. He told his son that he would have to leave the house if he married Bhairavi.

Arjun said nothing. He went to Bhairavi’s place, held her hand and said, “Come with me”. The couple moved to Ahmadabad, got married in a temple and settled in eastern suburbs. Bhairavi couldn’t believe the turn her life had taken. She was married to a Brahmin! The couple was deeply in love. Arjun started working in a factory and they would go out on his day off. They decided to put off starting a family.

Everything was going well, till Arjun got into bad company at the factory and began drinking. Bhairavi couldn’t understand how such a religious person could go astray and tried counseling him. He admitted he was on the wrong path, but he was addicted. He lost his job and began borrowing to drink

Lenders began to create a scene at their home which was very painful for Bhairavi. Soon, Arjun took to country liquor and his liver was damaged. Admitted to hospital, he had a stroke that paralyzed one part of his body. After 15 days when he came home, he had nothing but tears.

In order to make ends meet and buy medicines for Arjun, Bhairavi started working. On the first day, she came home in tears. Arjun couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

It was five years since Bhairavi had come from her village. Her love for Arjun and the wish to keep him alive drove her to a drastic step. She had become a Sex Worker.

Again a Tragedy. I don’t know what to say but it really Hurts…..

When Someone Grieves

We either have been, or will be, put in the position of comforting someone who is grieving. That is an important role played by good friends.

The most common question I hear on such occasions is, "What should I say?" We want to help, but we feel helpless to make a difference in the face of such tragedy.

I often remember a story told by Joseph Bayly when I struggle to say the "right thing" to someone who is hurting. Mr. Bayly lost three children to death over the course of several years. He wrote a book called View From A Hearse, (Life-Journey Books, 1992) in which he talks about his grief. He says this about comforting those who grieve:

"I was sitting, torn by grief. Someone came and talked to me of God's dealings, of why it happened, of hope beyond the grave. He said things I knew were true. I was unmoved, except to wish he would go away. He finally did.

 

Someone else came and sat beside me. He didn't talk. He didn't ask leading questions. He just sat with me for an hour or more, listened when I said something, answered briefly, prayed simply, left. I was moved. I was comforted. I hated to see him go."

I have found Joseph Bayly's experience to be excruciatingly typical. Both men wanted to help. Both men cared. But only one truly comforted.

The difference was that one tried to make him feel better, while the other just let him feel. One tried to say the right things. The other listened. One told him it would be all right. The other shared his pain.

When put in the difficult position of comforting someone in emotional pain, sometimes what needs to be said can be said best with a soft touch or a listening ear. It may not seem like much, but it can be more effective than you may ever know.

You Have to Give, Before you Get!

It is a Universal Law:  You have to give before you get. 

You must plant your seeds before you reap the harvest. 

The law works to give you back more than you've sown.

 

When you give to others, you'll find yourself blessed. 

The more you sow, the more you reap. 

He who obtains has little. 

He who scatters has much. 

Nature does not give to those who will not spend. 

You only get to keep what you give away.   

 

" It is every man's obligation to put back into the world at least the equivalent of what he takes out of it."

Albert Einstein 

Lilia Stepanova the Archer.......... Amazing

More than a Son..... Superb Story

If you really interested in reading this story, then please I would recommend you to read the last story I have posted “Love that Died Slowly” and then follow this one. Your Comments will be appreciated

*****

When Asavari married Vikram, his brother, Vedant was seven years old – 18 years younger than him. The couple were together in college and fell in love.

Vikram’s father was very orthodox and his son assumed there would be war if he talked about Asavari. So, after he got a job, he eloped with her and married her. To his astonishment, when Vikram called home to give his family the news, his father said: “Bring Asavari straight home”. But Asavari’s family cut off all the links with her.

Vikram took his bride home, a bit apprehensive. His father said. “Let the bride be welcomed in keeping with traditions of our hiding behind his Vedant watched keenly and asked “Who’s this?” “ Your Bhabhi Vikram replied.

Vedant took an instant liking to her. And, she took over his care – from sending him to school, to homework, to tucking him into bed. As school, teachers often mistook Asavari for his mother. She would say “He’s my brother-in-law, but quite like my son”.

Over the years, the Vikram and Asavari had two kids. When Vedant was in Class VIII, his father died and in Class X, his mother passed away. Vedant and Asavari became eachother’s pillar of support. When she remembered her parents and cried, he would comfort her saying. “I am there for you”. One day, Asavari received a call and collapsed hearing Vikram had been hit by a bus and was in hospital undergoing surgery.

But, as the fate had its way the doctors couldn’t save Vikram. Vedant was shattered, still in third year of college, he started feeling responsible for his bhabhi and her kids. Though, Vikram’s firm gave compensation, financial woes befell them. Vedant began to study and work to support the family.

After he was settled, Asavari would advise him to get married and he would say, “What’s the hurry?” Even if he got attracted to girls and thought of marriage, he dismissed the idea. Vikram’s children finished their studies, got married and now have kids, but Vedant is still a bachelor. They hold him in high regard. When Asavari watched Vedant play with her grandchildren, she thinks:

“Maybe, this is how God came into out lives”

*****

This is again another side of life than our last story “Love that Died Slowyly”

We have a person who neglects her blood relations and simply wents off with other person and here we have a person who happily lived his entire life for the ones who are not even his own blood.

What do you feel, which one is the meaningfull and worthwhile life here?...

Was there no love in this relationship to ANONYMOUS?...

LOVE THAT DIED SLOWLY…

This is the story of the fragility of relationships. Rajveer got his first taste of this when he was in Class X and his father died of a heart attack. More than his death, Rajveer was upset about lighting the pyre, afraid his father would get burn.

The family was financially secure. His two older sisters were settled, his mother was a teacher and his father had left them a huge bungalow. Eventually, Rajveer came to terms with his father’s death. A brilliant student, he cleared the boards with good marks, got admission in a city engineering college and topped in the first semester.

It was in the second semester that tragedy struck. He developed fever which did not abate for 15 days. Their family physician assured his mother that there was a nothing to worry and prescribed medicines. But, on night, Rajveer’s fever shot up as if his body was on fire and was admitted in a hospital. After five injections, the fever subsided. When Rajveer woke up he was terrified to find that lower half of his body which had gone numb and rajveer stayed home for two months. No doctor could diagnose what went wrong with him

But, one evening he told his mother. ‘I will go to college tomorrow. I have to fulfill father’s dream. “Initially his friends helped him but later Rajveer started managing on his own. Despite being physically challenged, he worked hard and became an engineer. After college he set up a factory which became a successful venture.

His mother urged him to get married, but Rajveer was reluctant knowing of his disability. One day, Rajveer called his mother to the factory and introduced her to Mansi, his personal secretary. “She wants to marry me. I have been discouraging her, but she won’t listen. He told his mother. But, later they got married. Mansi stopped working in the factory and began pursuing a degree in MA.

Mansi was caring wife. Rajveer was happy like never before. They had two children – Vishvesh, 4 and Hetva 2. Every evening, she would take him out on a drive. After her MA, Mansi became a lecturer in a college. One evening, Mansi took Rajveer for a drive as usual. After seven years of marriage this drive was different. She parked the car and said, “I want to live like normal woman. I have fallen in love with a colleague and want to marry him. I would like a Divorce”

A shocked Rajveer asked her what would happen to the kids. “You can keep them, I have no objection.” Rajveer felt the pain of his disability like never before. But he divorced her and she left. Now, he takes care of his children, who are everything to him.

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It’s a true story from Ahmedabad, I came across in TOI. I shared with few friends about their views and surprisingly few girls responded Mansi was right. I would also like to know your views….

Awesome Story.... should read once...

From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family background, & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrelled very often. Though the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your love for me?"

As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl:

"I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"

The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they got engaged. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by

a car that lost control. when she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed.. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. she had lost her voice….

The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,..it's still just silence cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.

With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying…. The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.

With a new environment, the girl learns sign language & started a new life.

Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.

A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her.

He used sign language to tell her "I've spent a year to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.

Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know how to Give. Treat every moment as is it's the last day, then you'll know how to treasure.