'That's the BEAUTY of Human Relations'. We are nothing without each other.

A man married a beautiful girl. He loved her very much. One day she developed a skin disease. Slowly she started to lose her beauty. 
It so happened that one day her husband left for a tour. While returning he met with an accident and lost his eyesight. 

However their married life continued as usual. But as days passed she lost her beauty gradually. Blind husband did not know this and there was not any difference in their married life. He continued to love her and she also loved him very much.

One day she died. Her death brought him great sorrow.
He finished all her last rites and wanted to leave that town.
A man from behind called and said, now how will you be able to walk all alone? All these days your wife used to help you.

He replied, I am not blind. I was acting, because if she knew l could see her ugliness it would have pained her more than her disease. So I pretended to be blind. She was a very good wife. I only wanted to keep her happy.

Moral :- Some times it is good for us to act blind and ignore one another's short comings, in order to be happy
No matter how many times the teeth bite the tongue, they still stay together in one mouth. That's the spirit of FORGIVENESS. Even though the eyes don't see each other, they see things together, blink simultaneously and cry together. That's UNITY." May the Lord grant us all the spirit of forgiveness and togetherness.

1. Alone I can 'Say', but together we can 'talk'.
2. Alone I can 'Enjoy', but together we can celebrate.
3. Alone I can 'Smile', but together we can 'Laugh'.

   That's the BEAUTY of Human Relations. 

    We are nothing without each other.

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A Poor Boy ???

A man went to a Flower shop to request a few flowers that he had to send to his mother. Request of flower was to be sent to his mom, who lived far apart. 

As the man exited from the shop and went to his car where he saw a young boy was sitting alone and crying. 

He went to the young boy and asked him, "Dear ...why are you crying? Is everything alright ?"

He answered, "I need to purchase rose for my mom, I don't have even a single dollar with which I can buy a single rose for  her.

Man smiled  and said to the young boy, "come with me, I will purchase that rose for you." 

As they were walking towards the flower shop, the man sighs and says to himself : "Poor child..does not even have money to buy a single rose.

He took him into flower shop and asked to young boy to request a rose for his mom. 

As the young boy was leaving the shop with Rose, man offered him for ride. He smiled and said, "Yes please...take me to my mom." He guided him towards cemetery where he put that rose on his mother's grave.Watching the boy the man caught himself crying. 





Now he understood and said to himself, " It is I who is poor not this boy." Right at that moment, the man realized that we fail to give importance to our loved ones when we have them but we regret it when we loose them. As soon as he got back and canceled the order that he had set before. 

On his way, he kept on thinking about that young boy and his enriched love with his mother. After that, he grabbed a bundle of flowers and drove all the way his mom's home.

 

Moral: 

Life Is Too Short. We Should Love & offer Time For our Parents, As There Is Nothing More essential Than Family.

By: Rani Jha

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The Growing Algae Of Our Society ... If this doesn't make you cry, nothing will 😭

This is a story of a son,  who decided to leave his mother at an old age home, right after his father passed away.

 A son named Shravan left his mother at an old age home after his father passed away. He used to visit her occasionally.

One day he got a telephone call from old age home. On opposite side of call was his mom. In intense tone she said, "Dear come to visit me.."

Shravan went to his Mom and saw that the critical condition she was in.

He sat near to her and asked, "Mom what would I be able to accomplish for you?"

Mother answered: "Please assemble some fans and keep some blankets in this old age home as there aren't any here.

Additionally, put a refrigerator for the preserving of the food, because many nights I had to sleep empty stomach.

Shravan was astounded after listening to his mother and questioned: "Mom, you never demanded for any thing  since the day you came to this old age home, and now that you only have a couple of hours left, " why are you asking  me these things now."

Mother replied: "Son I managed to stay in these harsh conditions without uttering a word because I did not want to trouble you. I am used to this son; but I am now worried that when your children send you here in this old-age home, how will you survive these harsh conditions?

"I know you will not be able to bare these conditions and I would never like to see you hurt or helpless." Hence, I am demanding for these things today so that you never have to sleep on an empty stomach, suffer from heat without fan or, freeze without a blanket in the cold.

Moral: "Our parents love and care for us unconditionally all their lives yet, we as there children hesitate to fulfill their simple needs and happiness."

                      

                                           By: Rani Jha

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A true love never ends.

There was a Boy ‘n a Girl,They were best friends for years ‘n years,They could Talk for hours on the Phone ‘n text each other for days,

When They were Together;
Not a single Sad Thought could cross their Minds, everything was Great.

 But One Day; The Boy did not Answer any Call or Reply to any Text for a Day,
The Girl was worried that something was Wrong..:(
At night She couldn’t Sleep.., She was sitting in her Room Crying, ‘n It was then that She Realized how much He Means to Her..?
The next Morning;
She woke Up from a Phone call.., It was the Boy... :)

Boy: Hey..,

Girl: I'm so glad that you Called Me, What happened to you yesterday ??

Boy: I was Busy

[ The GIRL Understood that;
Something was Wrong but could not Ask]

[silence]

Boy: You know..; We should Stop talking..!

Girl: What??.., But Why ??

Boy: I am Sorry, Bye..!

[He Disconnected the call, 'n She Felt as If Somebody had Slammed the door on Her face]

Everything else Flashed in Her Mind,

Tears :’(
Cars running by Her..
Roof of some building..’n Sunset..
She couldn't understand anything..

She started Feeling Lonely, Dejected, ‘n broken..:’(

That was the answer to everything! His words were pouncing on her..

Her heart wanted to jump out!
He was the One..! “Why..??”
She Screamed at the Top of her Voice.

Then She made up Her Mind to make a last Try to get Him Back..!

[She called Him Up]

Girl: hi…

Boy: Why are you calling Me?

Girl: I need to tell you Something..

Boy: Go Ahead.

Girl: I Just Wanted You to know one thing before we stopped talking!

Boy: Tell me..!

Girl: Are you All right?

[She broke off..!

She tried but may be he doesn't really Care about her. She Thought !
She wasn't His friend in the first Place...
Tears were slowly running Worst :'(
She left the House with a Note..!

[5 hours later]

Phone Rang in the Boy’s Room,
It was the Girl’s Mum,
The girl was lying in the hospital, Got hit by a Car, :’(
The Boy rushed to the Hospital where She was.
She opened Her eyes with the Boy’s name..,
He took her Hand...

Boy: Im so Sorry Its all my fault..! But;
I promise when U get better I’ll make It up to You..:(

Girl: I wont get Better..

Boy: No..! No Don’t say that..:(Girl: just tell me one thing Why did you do it?

Boy told her that He had a Heart problem ‘n he did not want her to be worried;
‘n there was a risk that he could have Died..!

Boy: I did that because I…..I…..I Love you..

Girl: I LOVE YOU TOO..‘n After That her heart Stopped Beating…:O
She Died..! :’(

The Boy died 10 mins later from a Heart Attack..:’(

He could not live with the thought that;
She died Because of Him.. :’(

Moral: "If You Love Someone…Then Don’t Hold Back Your Feelings… Because Love is The Reason to Live..! A true love never ends.

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The True Story : How Lost Child Saroo Brierley Found His Birth Mother More Than 20 Years Later

 How A Lost Child Saroo Brierley Found His Birth Mother More Than 20 Years Later

Sara Brierley (born 1981) is an Indian-conceived Australian specialist. Her adopted son Saroo Brierley who was isolated from his introduction to the world mother, has after 25 years rejoined with his world mother. His story created huge universal media consideration, particularly in Australia and India. 

A personal record of his encounters 'A Long Way Home' (book written by him) was distributed in 2014 and selected for the 2016 film 'Lion' which got an Oscar Award.

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Its Not How Much A Gifts Worth But How Much Love Was Put Into It. This Love Story Will Make You Cry !

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. She had put it aside, one cent and then another and then another, in her careful buying of meat and other food. Della counted it three times. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was nothing to do but fall on the bed and cry. So Della did it.
While the lady of the home is slowly growing quieter, we can look at the home. Furnished rooms at a cost of $8 a week. There is lit- tle more to say about it.

In the hall below was a letter-box too small to hold a letter. There was an electric bell, but it could not make a sound. Also there was a name beside the door: “Mr. James Dillingham Young.”
When the name was placed there, Mr. James Dillingham Young was being paid $30 a week. Now, when he was being paid only $20 a week, the name seemed too long and important. It should perhaps have been “Mr. James D. Young.” But when Mr. James Dillingham Young entered the furnished rooms, his name became very short indeed. Mrs. James Dillingham Young put her arms warmly about him and called him “Jim.” You have already met her. She is Della.

Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face. She stood by the window and looked out with no interest.

Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a gift. She had put aside as much as she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week is not much. Everything had cost more than she had expected. It always happened like that.

Only $ 1.87 to buy a gift for Jim. Her Jim. She had had many happy hours planning something nice for him. Something nearly good enough. Something almost worth the honor of belonging to Jim.

There was a looking-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen the kind of looking-glass that is placed in $8 furnished rooms. It was very narrow. A person could see only a little of himself at a time. However, if he was very thin and moved very quickly, he might be able to get a good view of himself. Della, being quite thin, had mastered this art.

Suddenly she turned from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brightly, but her face had lost its color. Quickly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its complete length.

The James Dillingham Youngs were very proud of two things which they owned. One thing was Jim’s gold watch. It had once belonged to his father. And, long ago, it had belonged to his father’s father. The other thing was Della’s hair.

If a queen had lived in the rooms near theirs, Della would have washed and dried her hair where the queen could see it. Della knew her hair was more beautiful than any queen’s jewels and gifts.

If a king had lived in the same house, with all his riches, Jim would have looked at his watch every time they met. Jim knew that no king had anything so valuable.

So now Della’s beautiful hair fell about her, shining like a falling

stream of brown water. It reached below her knee. It almost made itself into a dress for her.

And then she put it up on her head again, nervously and quickly. Once she stopped for a moment and stood still while a tear or two ran down her face.

She put on her old brown coat. She put on her old brown hat. With the bright light still in her eyes, she moved quickly out the door and down to the street.

Where she stopped, the sign said: “Mrs. Sofronie. Hair Articles of all Kinds.”

Up to the second floor Della ran, and stopped to get her breath. Mrs. Sofronie, large, too white, cold-eyed, looked at her.
“Will you buy my hair?” asked Della.
“I buy hair,” said Mrs. Sofronie. “Take your hat off and let me look at it.”
Down fell the brown waterfall.
“Twenty dollars,” said Mrs. Sofronie, lifting the hair to feel its weight.

“Give it to me quick,” said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours seemed to fly. She was going from
one shop to another, to find a gift for Jim.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one
else. There was no other like it in any of the shops, and she had looked in every shop in the city.
It was a gold watch chain, very simply made. Its value was in its rich and pure material. Because it was so plain and simple, you knew that it was very valuable. All good things are like this.
It was good enough for The Watch.
As soon as she saw it, she knew that Jim must have it. It was like him. Quietness and value—Jim and the chain both had quietness and value. She paid twenty-one dollars for it. And she hurried home with the chain and eighty-seven cents. 

With that chain on his watch, Jim could look at his watch and learn the time anywhere he might be. Though the watch was so fine, it had never had a fine chain. He sometimes took it out and looked at it only when no one could see him do it.

When Della arrived home, her mind quieted a little. She began to think more reasonably. She started to try to cover the sad marks of what she had done. Love and large-hearted giving, when added together, can leave deep marks. It is never easy to cover these marks, dear friends— never easy.

Within forty minutes her head looked a little better. With her short hair, she looked wonderfully like a schoolboy. She stood at the looking-glass for a long time.

“If Jim doesn’t kill me,” she said to herself, “before he looks at me a second time, he’ll say I look like a girl who sings and dances for money. But what could I do—oh! What could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?”

At seven, Jim’s dinner was ready for him.
Jim was never late. Della held the watch chain in her hand and sat near the door where he always entered. Then she heard his step in the hall and her face lost color for a moment. She often said little prayers quietly, about simple everyday things. And now she said: “Please God, make him think I’m still pretty.”
The door opened and Jim stepped in. He looked very thin and he was not smiling. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two and with a family to take care of! He needed a new coat and he had nothing to cover his cold hands.
Jim stopped inside the door. He was as quiet as a hunting dog when it is near a bird. His eyes looked strangely at Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not understand. It filled her with fear. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor anything she had been ready for. He simply looked at her with that strange expression on his face.
Della went to him.
“Jim, dear,” she cried, “don’t look at me like that. I had my hair cut off and sold it. I couldn’t live through Christmas without giving you a gift. My hair will grow again. You won’t care, will you? My hair grows very fast. It’s Christmas, Jim. Let’s be happy. What a beautiful nice gift I got for you.”

“You’ve cut off your hair?” asked Jim slowly. He seemed to labor to understand what had happened. He seemed not to feel sure he knew.
“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don’t you like me now? I’m me, Jim. I’m the same without my hair.”

Jim looked around the room.
“You say your hair is gone?” he said.
“You don’t have to look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell you—

sold and gone, too. It’s the night before Christmas, boy. Be good to me, because I sold it for you. Maybe the hairs of my head could be counted,” she said, “but no one could ever count my love for you. Shall we eat dinner, Jim?”

Jim put his arms around his Della. For ten seconds let us look in another direction. Eight dollars a week or a million dollars a year— how different are they? Someone may give you an answer, but it will be wrong. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. My meaning will be explained soon.

From inside the coat, Jim took something tied in paper. He threw it upon the table.

“I want you to understand me, Dell,” he said. “Nothing like a haircut could make me love you any less. But if you’ll open that, you may know what I felt when I came in.”

White fingers pulled off the paper. And then a cry of joy; and then a change to tears.

For there lay The Combs—the combs that Della had seen in a shop window and loved for a long time. Beautiful combs, with jewels, perfect for her beautiful hair. She had known they cost too much for her to buy them. She had looked at them without the least hope of owning them. And now they were hers, but her hair was gone.

But she held them to her heart, and at last was able to look up and say: “My hair grows so fast, Jim!” 

And then she jumped up and cried, “Oh, oh!”
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful gift. She held it out to him in her open hand. The gold seemed to shine softly as if with her own warm and loving spirit.
“Isn’t it perfect, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You’ll have to look at your watch a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how they look together.”
Jim sat down and smiled.
“Della,” said he, “let’s put our Christmas gifts away and keep them a while. They’re too nice to use now. I sold the watch to get the money to buy the combs. And now I think we should have our dinner.”
The magi, as you know, were wise men—wonderfully wise men— who brought gifts to the newborn Christ-child. They were the first to give Christmas gifts. Being wise, their gifts were doubtless wise ones. And here I have told you the story of two children who were not wise. Each sold the most valuable thing he owned in order to buy a gift for the other. But let me speak a last word to the wise of these days: Of all who give gifts, these two were the most wise. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are the most wise. Everywhere they are the wise ones. They are the magi. 

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source : https://americanenglish.state.gov/files/ae/resource_files/1-the_gift_of_the_magi_0.pdf
Original Author : O. Henry

It Takes Very Little To Spread Love. Read How One Glass Of Milk Spread Love !

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime (american 10 cents) left, and he was hungry.

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. 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?”.“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 the bottom of my heart.”

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.

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. 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. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. 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.

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. 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…… " Paid in full with one glass of milk.” (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: “Thank You, GOD, that Your love has spread
abroad through human hearts and hands.”

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Very Sad Story Of A Little Girl's Gift To Her Dad. You Wont Believe What Happens Next !

Gift from Daughter

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.”

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, “Don’t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They’re all for you, Daddy.”

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

Moral: In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.

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