Lovely Coincidence - Real Story

In 1945, there was a young boy of 14 in a concentration camp. He was tall, thin but had a bright smile. Every day, a young girl came by on the other side of the fence. She noticed the boy and asked him if he spoke Polish, and he said yes. She said he'd looked hungry, and he said he was. She then reached in her pocket and gave him her apple. He thanked her and she went on her way. The next day, she came by again, bringing with her another apple which she gave him. Each day, she walked by the outside of the fence, hoping to see him, and when she did, she happily handed him an apple in exchange for conversation.

One day, he told her not to come by anymore. He told her he was being shipped to another concentration camp. As he walked away with tears streaming down his face, he wondered if he'd ever see her again. She was the only kind soul he'd seen across the fence.

He made it out of the concentration camp, and immigrated to America. In 1957, his friends had fixed him up on a blind date. He had no idea who the woman was. He picked her up, and during dinner began talking of Poland and the concentration camp. She said she was in Poland at that time. She said she used to talk to a boy and gave him apples daily. He asked if this boy was tall, skinny and if he had told her that she shouldn't come back because he was leaving. She said yes.

It was her, the young girl who came by every day to give him apples. After 12 years, after the war and in another country.....they had met again. What are the odds? He proposed to her on that very night and told her he'd never again let her go. They are still happily married today.

Now that, my friends, is a love story. Miracles do happen, and THERE IS A GREATER FORCE AT WORK IN OUR LIVES.

True Story Of Courage And Love

Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia, I saw a water puddle ahead on the path. I angled my direction to go around it on the part of the path that wasn't covered by water and mud. As I reached the puddle, I was suddenly attacked! Yet I did nothing for the attack was so unpredictable and from a source so totally unexpected. I was startled as well as unhurt, despite having been struck four or five times already. I backed up a foot and my attacker stopped attacking me. Instead of attacking more, he hovered in the air on graceful butterfly wings in front of me. Had I been hurt I wouldn't have found it amusing, but I was unhurt, it was funny, and I was laughing. After all, I was being attacked by a butterfly! 

Having stopped laughing, I took a step forward. My attacker rushed me again. He rammed me in the chest with his head and body, striking me over and over again with all his might, still to no avail. For a second time, I retreated a step while my attacker relented in his attack. Yet again, I tried moving forward. My attacker charged me again. I was rammed in the chest over and over again. I wasn't sure what to do, other than to retreat a third time. After all, it's just not everyday that one is attacked by a butterfly. This time, though, I stepped back several paces to look the situation over. My attacker moved back as well to land on the ground. That's when I discovered why my attacker was charging me only moments earlier. He had a mate and she was dying. She was beside the puddle where he landed. 

Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed his wings as if to fan her. I could only admire the love and courage of that butterfly in his concern for his mate. He had taken it upon himself to attack me for his mate's sake, even though she was clearly dying and I was so large. He did so just to give her those extra few precious moments of life, should I have been careless enough to step on her. Now I knew why and what he was fighting for. There was really only one option left for me. I carefully made my way around the puddle to the other side of the path, though it was only inches wide and extremely muddy. His courage in attacking something thousands of times larger and heavier than himself just for his mate's safety justified it. I couldn't do anything other than reward him by walking on the more difficult side of the puddle. He had truly earned those moments to be with her, undisturbed. 

I left them in peace for those last few moments, cleaning the mud from my boots when I later reached my car. 

Since then, I've always tried to remember the courage of that butterfly whenever I see huge obstacles facing me. I use that butterfly's courage as an inspiration and to remind myself that good things are worth fighting for.

Always Yours

She was a good girl like all Indian girls raised in a very protective environment. She turns into a young lady. Now it was time when she needed love in her life. But she could not take the liberty to take a step to find love for her. But one day she got chance to be with some one. She met this handsome guy in a train. But after that she never got the courage to meet him again. The time was elapsing. He asked her to get married to him. But she knew no one is going to accept in her family. She never dare to take the chance even to talk about him to her family. The guy got married with someone else and she was alone as always.

She used to talk to people on net and there was one guy with whom she became very close. They told about there's life through emails. They fell in love with each other. Both found their true love. But after few time she came to know this man was married and having three kids. Not even this he belonged to the native country. And these two countries had no friendly relations at all. There was no chance to meet each other. But they were in touch. Her love for him was growing day by day. And he was ready to leave every thing for her. And wanted to take the risk to cross the border. But she never allowed him to do so. And he was respecting her feelings. Years come and go. She was still alone but his native countries love was always with him through email, internet and phone calls.

Long time gone. The train guy ring her one day and told her that he lost her soul mate. Now he was alone with his young baby. He asked again to be part of his life. Now she was in dilemma. What to do. Weather she should marry this guy whom she had lost because of her family or she should give her life for waiting for that person who is never going to meet her. She can get every happiness of life marrying this train gay. Otherwise she has to live a long life lonely. But she said no again to him.

Now she is old. And he is here with her leaving every hindrance behind in his country. He has fulfilled his responsibilities. And its time for him to fulfill his responsibility towards love of his life. They are together in there twilight years.  

THE SKETCH

Joshua and I have had been best friends since kindergarten. He calls me Anne but my name is Alyssa. He said it was easier to pronounce a name with just one syllable rather than three. We were kids, and all I said was "OK". Joshua loves cars. Ever since we met, he's been bragging about his dream of having a car fully customized and being the fastest whenever in races. I didn't know what else to say whenever he talks about his dreams. All I ever did was listen. He's a popular kid. Too mischievous, if I may say. Everybody loves him for being the center of fun. I was always beside him, so automatically, I'm popular too. When we entered the grade school, we made a name for ourselves. We always love the attention. But I still remember, behind every happiness at school, when we're at his or my house, sadness always arises. His mother died giving birth to him. He longed so much to even know what it feels like to have a mother. I've always seen a tormented soul flowing inside him. And I was the only one who knows about this. We were best friends. At High school, we've our different clicks and friends. But never had we missed a day seeing each other, either in his or my house.

Before graduation, I wanted to tell him how I feel about him. I wanted to say it so bad, but I couldn't. I was too afraid to be rejected and afraid to lose our friendship. So one night, we were chatting on the internet, I told him something, a hint of what I feel. I said "I know after graduation, we'll part ways. But let's make a promise. After 10 years time, we'll see each other again at the place we used to stay. By that time, i hope both our dreams had come true." He first thought of it as a joke. But he knew I was never a jester. After he signed-off, I left him an off-line message. It says there: "I know you'll do great someday, and I think I've seen a picture of what the style of your car will be at my dreams. I've drawn it and attached it here. At least for you to know what I saw. Goodbye." The night before the graduation, i completely canceled all my accounts in the internet, and put out all connections with him. For it was also the day we're moving to another country. I was totally heart-broken but I knew it was my own fault. He was shocked when he figured out we've move out without me telling him. He tried to call me, but nothing is at reach. He opened his computer and checked his e-mails. He saw my last message to him. He cried out for a while, knowing we might never see each other again. He printed out the drawing I made and stuffed it in his wallet. Few years had passed, I became a painter. A lot of my paintings were related to him. He was making his way to top of the racing league. His dream of having a customized car happened, as if it was destined to happen. We both never forget the day we said to see each other again. We were both eager for it to come. That day came, and I came earlier. I waited for him there for 1 hour. I thought he have forgotten about me. I was about to go, when suddenly, a car showed up that surprised me. The car I saw, was the one I draw before. I was surprised, that he got the real message. He got out of the car and we talked as if there will be no tomorrow. I said to him: "your dreams came true after all. I knew you'd get my message." He then replied: "I've always felt the same, but never have I been brave enough to say it to you." We both fell in love. And suddenly, he asked me: "I never knew what your dream was. I never knew you were serious at painting, so it did come true."

I said to him "It was never my dream to be a painter. The only dream I had since we met, was to be with you forever".

CORPORATE LESSON # 5

A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, “Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. All of a sudden a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story : To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.