A Successful Relationship

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a
loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was
around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open.
He was late for work so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in
the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the
matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and
fascinated by its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous
medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the
mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned.
She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father
came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and
uttered just four words..

QUESTIONS:

1. What were the four words?

2. What is the implication of this story?

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ANSWER:

The husband just said "I Love You Darling" The husband's totally unexpected
reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought
back to life. There is no point in finding
fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the
bottle away, this would not happen.

No one to be blamed. She had lost her only child. What she needed at that
moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave
her. If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there
would be much fewer problems in the world. Take off all your envies,
jealousies, unforgiving attitude, selfishness, and fears. And you will find
things are actually not as difficult as you think.

"A successful relationship requires falling in love many times with the
same person . . . "

The Most Important Body Part

The Most Important Body Part



First think about it then read











My mother used to ask me what is the most important part of the body..?
Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer.
When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so
I said, "My ears, Mommy." She said "No-Many people are deaf.. But you
keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon."

Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first
attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer. So this time I told her,
"Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes."
She looked at me and told me, "You are learning fast, but the answer is
not correct because there are many people who are blind.."

Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years,
Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, "No. But
you are getting smarter every year, my young child."

Then last year, my grandpa died. Everybody was hurt.
Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that
especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry.
My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final goodbye to Grandpa.
She asked me, "Do you know the most important body part yet, my son..?"

I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a
game between her and me. She saw the confusion on my face and told me,
"This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in
your life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you
was wrong and I have given you an example why. But today is the day you
need to learn this important lesson.." She looked down at me as only a
mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, "Son, the most
important body part is your shoulder . . ."

I asked, "Is it because it holds up my head..?" She replied, "No, it is because it can hold
the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry
on sometime in life, my son. I only hope that you have enough Love and Friends that you

will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it.."

Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish
one-it is sympathetic to the pain of OTHERS..

You are my friend and whenever you want, you may cry on my shoulder . . .

My Love Story In Short

She was not beautiful.
Nothing about her was extraordinary.
Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd.
She grew up in a family of Three.
The eldest, she learnt responsibility at an early age.
As she grew stronger, and brighter,
She instilled a sort of light cheer to whomever she met.

She was not beautiful.
But she made others feel beautiful about themselves.
She meets a rebel boy who thinks he's all man.
Befriending him, she teaches him how to read,
A little boost the man needed to go to college.

They became friends fast and she fell,
Fast in love with her rugged, handsome student.
The "man" then finds himself in a dilemma..
He soon found himself in love with a girl.
A girl so beautiful, she turned even the grouchiest men's head.
Her hair was a halo of light around her,
Her eyes the bluest blue of ocean.
Like an angel he tells his tutor
Like a beautiful angel.

The girl swallows a lump at her throat,
She was not beautiful..
She did not possess the heart of the one she loved..
But she did not care.
As long as he was happy,
She would be or so she tried to.

She helped him write the most beautiful letter to his angel,
All the time envisioning that it was she herself
Receiving those very letters.
And so the girl helped him choose the right words,
Buy the right gifts for his angel..
His angel brought him much joy,
And much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles.
But that never stopped her from giving more
Than she will ever receive.

Then one day, all hell broke loose.
The angel he loved left him for another man,
A richer, more successful man.
The boy was stunned..
He was so hurt he did not speak for days.
The girl went to him.
He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him.
He hurt and so did she.

Time went by.
And so the wounds healed.
The boy realizes something about his friend/tutor
He never realized before.
How her laughter sounded heavenly...
Or how her smiles brightened up the darkest days.
Or simply how beautiful, yes beautiful she looked to him!

Beautiful.
This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him.
And he began to fall.
Fall so in love with this beautiful girl.

One day, he picks up all his courage to see her.
He walked to her house, nervous and fidgeting.
Running his thoughts over and over in his head.
He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him.
He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love he was with her.

He knocked.
No one was home.
The next day he finds out,
The beautiful girl he fell in love with
had had a brain aneurysm, putting her into a coma.
The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.

One final time he got to see her.
He held her hand.
He stroked her hair.
And he cried for this beautiful girl.
He cried, for he will never see her smile.
Or hear her speak his name.
He cried.
But it was too late.
The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke out
In a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss.
She was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Look around you.
Aren't there a lot of plain faces?
Take a good look.
A real good look or you might miss out
On that beautiful person.
Forever . . .
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder . . .

CAN WE DO WITHOUT IT?

Every morning the first thing we see,
every night, the last thing we touch,
through everything, it is with us.

On a click, it becomes our personal directory,
next moment, turning to something, arbitarily.

We all use it to share music n pics,
and all we need to do, is to just do some clicks.

We chat, we converse, we do all on it,
everything we want, have in it's brain, an imprint.

We can fiddle with it, all long nights,
it is a messenger, in our romantic love lives.

It wakes us up, like a mother, in the morning,
it is our companion, like a father, in the evening.

Every time it rings, it gives us some thrill,
and if it will be snatched, we all will fall ill.

It is not just our cell, or a talking
machine, it is our best friend.
Not every model will do good, it should
belong to the latest trend.

Thought about you

All day long I thought about you
Even when I tried not to think about you
I thought about you
When I closed my eyes
I thought about you
When I opened my eyes
I thought about you

When I thought about the beauty of the season
I thought about you
When I thought about the
Warmth of the upcoming holidays
I thought about you

When I heard a love song, on the radio
I thought about you
Even when I said good night to the stars
I thought aabout you

And when I slipped beneath the softness of my blanket
And gave in to the bliss of sweet dreams
I thought about you

I just can't stop thinking about you . . .

Tears

Tears does not belong to our despair only,
even happiness can sometimes make you cry.
Desolation does not always mean being lonely,
it can also deliver you a feeling of sympathy.

Tears are not always at the prey of only fate,
they flow not only at the depart of a soulmate.
Even their reunion can make their eyes go wet,
impression of past can then only make them upset.

They're there beside, even when you achieve a goal,
they accompany you when you try lean on sand's poll.
They will roll down when your happiness is at it's peak,
they will make you strong, and can even make you weak.

They show the feelings resting deep inside our heart,
though we hide them within, and don't let them part.
They flow as they're tired of being,for so long,inside us,
we store them because they might just create some fuss.

They are the essence of someone's sweet innocence,
they are sometimes the proof of someone's presence.
Tears, for sure, does not envelope our despair always,
they allow the unspoken emotions to flow in a simple way.

Eanchanting Eyes

This was written for a wonderful friend of Mine

When I look within your eyes,those twinkling eyes,
They speak of a thousand things.
It evokes myriad memories,
And leaves an imprint on me.
Whenever I look in your eyes,
I see shining crystals,
full of beauty.
Whenever I look in your eyes,
I see an ocean that never ends,
The world seems apparelled in celestial light,
Like the glory and freshness of your eyes.
Just like the morning dew,
Exotic and beautiful.
Every time I look into your eyes,
I'm lost in innumerable memories,
Thus forgetting the world behind me.
For you have those angel eyes
With such a precious glow
I consider myself lucky enough,
To have experienced its warmth.

my Friend.
Just seeing you
reminds me what a wonderful gift I have.
You are the one I will cherish
and treasure
forever.