Monday 7 January 2013

AIDS Is Real

BOLA is newly married to d Love of her Life & expecting a baby with her husband SOLA, and so she's having unprotected sex because that's her man.

SOLA however has a woman on the side, SUSAN, and he is having unprotected sex with her because she's a decent lady, loves "skin on skin", besides that's the only person other than his wife, he's having sex with, so he tells himself he is safe because its only two women and he trusts them.

Decent Susan has her man, IK who means the world to her and she having unprotected sex with him because that's the man she intends to marry. She tells herself she is safe because she only has two men, SOLA a
married man and IK.... But IK has an outside woman named CHICHI a young "good" undergrad he's also considering to marry, and is having unprotected sex with her because to him Chichi is faithful so he tells himself its only two women he is having sex with so it cant hurt him.

CHICHI on the other hand has no personal man, just friends or lecturers who assist her "ministry" when she has urges and IK aint around.

Do you see where this is going???

Everyone think he/she is safe when in fact everyone is unsafe & at risk. If you agree with me on this, Join the Fight Against HIV/AIDS/STDs Show some love, protect yourself. AIDS is REAL!

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Sunday 1 January 2012

GOD is like


God is like... 
BAYER  ASPIRIN
 

He works miracles.

God is like...
 
a FORD
 
He's got a  better idea.


 

God is like... 
COKE
 
He's the  real thing.

 


God is like... 
HALLMARK CARDS
 
He cares  enough to send His very best.

 




God is like...
 
TIDE
 
He gets the  stains out that others leave behind.



God is like...
 
GENERAL ELECTRIC
 
He  brings good things to life.



God is like...
 
SEARS
 
He has  everything.


 



God is like..
 
ALKA-SELTZER
 
Try him,  you'll like Him.


 









God is like.
 
SCOTCH TAPE
 
You can't  see him, but you know He's there.

 



God is like...
 
DELTA
 
He's ready  when you are.


 



God is like...
 
ALLSTATE
 
You're in  good hands with Him.

 



God is like...
 
VO-5
 Hair  Spray 
He holds through all kinds of weather.  


 



God is like...
 
DIAL SOAP
 
Aren't you  glad you have Him?  Don't you wish everybody did?

 




God is like...
 
the U.S. POST OFFICE
 
Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from His  appointed destination.

Thursday 8 December 2011

Most Important Question

During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop
quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the
questions, until I read the last one: 'What is the first name of
the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke.
I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired
and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper,
leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student
asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
Absolutely, said the professor. "In your careers you will meet many
people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if
all you do is smile and say hello". I've never forgotten that lesson. I
also learned her name was Dorothy.

Wednesday 7 December 2011

Child's Definition of LOVE.

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.  See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.  So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too.  That's love." Rebecca - age 8

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.  You know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4

Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time.  Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.  My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen," Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," Nikka - age 6

"There are two kinds of love.  Our love.  God's love. But God makes both kinds of them." Jenny - age 8

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared.  I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.  He was the only one doing that.  I wasn't scared anymore," Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody.  You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." Elaine -age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it.  But if you mean it, you should say it a lot.  People forget," Jessica - age 8

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.  The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.  The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.  Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."

Sunday 4 December 2011

Children's Prayers



    A mother was teaching her 3-year-old the Lord's prayer. For several evenings at bedtime she repeated it after her mother. One night she said she was ready to solo. The mother listened with pride as she carefully enunciated each word, right up to the end of the prayer. "Lead us not into temptation," she prayed, "but deliver us some e-mail, Amen."

    A woman invited some people over for dinner. At the table she turned to her six-year-old daughter and said, "Would you like to say the blessing?" The girl replied, "I wouldn't know what to say." "Just say what you heard Mommy  say," the mother answered. The daughter bowed her head and said, "Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?

    A 5 year old boy was sitting down to eat when his mother asked him to pray for his meal. He replied, "Mom we don't have to. We prayed over this last night." His mother had prepared leftovers from the day before.

      A 4-year-old boy who was asked to return thanks before Christmas dinner. The family members bowed their heads in expectation. He began his prayer,  thanking God for all his friends, naming them one by one. Then he thanked God for Mommy, Daddy, brother, sister, Grandma, Grandpa, and all his aunts and uncles. Then he began to thank God for the food. He gave thanks for the turkey, the dressing, the fruit salad, the cranberry sauce, the pies, the cakes, even the Cool Whip. Then he paused, and everyone waited--and waited. After a long silence, the young fellow looked up at his mother and asked, "If I thank God for the broccoli, won't he know that I'm lying?"

    A daddy was listening to his child say his prayer "Dear Harold," At this, dad interrupted and said, "Wait a minute, "How come you called God, Harold? The little boy looked up and said, "That's what they call Him in church. You know the prayer we say, "Our Father, who art in Heaven, Harold be Thy name."
    One night Mike's parents overheard this prayer. "Now I lay me down to rest, and hope to pass tomorrow's test, if I should die before I wake, that's one less test I have to take."
    A five-year-old said grace at family dinner one night. "Dear God, thank you  for these pancakes." When he concluded, his parents asked him why he thanked God for pancakes when they were having chicken. He smiled and said, "I thought I'd see if He was paying attention tonight."
    A little boy's prayer: "Dear God, please take care of my daddy and my mommy and my sister and my brother and my doggy and me. Oh, please take care of yourself, God. If anything happens to you, we're gonna be in a big mess."
    Johnny had been misbehaving and was sent to his room. After a while he emerged and informed his mother that he had thought it over and then said a prayer. "Fine," said the pleased mother. "If you ask God to help you not misbehave, He will help you." "Oh, I didn't ask Him to help me not misbehave," said Johnny. I asked Him to help you put up with me."
    A little boy was overheard praying: "Lord, if You can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it. I'm having a real good time like I am!"
    A little boy was saying his bedtime prayers with his mother: "Lord, bless Mommy and Daddy, and God, GIVE ME A NEW BICYCLE!!!" Mom: "God's not deaf, son." Boy: "I know, Mom, but Grandma's in the next room, and she's hard of hearing!
    Little Johnny was softly saying his night prayers kneeling down, and his mother was beside him. "Say your prayers louder, darling, I can't hear you," Said Little Johnny's mother. "But I'm not talking to you" was the instant reply.
    One Sunday in a Midwest city a young child was "acting up" during the  morning worship hour. The parents did their best to maintain some sense of order in the pew but were losing the battle. Finally the father picked the little fellow up and walked sternly up the aisle on his way out. Just before reaching the safety of the foyer the little one called loudly to the congregation, "Pray for me! Pray for me!"
    And this particular four-year-old prayed: "And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets."

Saturday 3 December 2011

Mothers


"Somebody"Said...
… a mother is an unskilled laborer.
"Somebody" never gave a squirmy infant a bath.
... you know how to be a mother by instinct.
Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
... that "good" mothers never yell at their kids.
Somebody's child never sent a baseball through a neighbor's picture window.
... a mother can End all the answers to her child-rearing questions in books.
Somebody never had a child stuff beans in his nose.
... a mother always adores her children.
Somebody never tried to comfort a colicky baby at 3 a.m.
... a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back.
Somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies into a cookie-selling brigade.
... the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery.
Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten.
... your mother knows you love her, so you don't have to tell her.
Somebody isn't a mother.
-Renee Hawkley in Welcome Home

Friday 2 December 2011

The "W" in Christmas


Last December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience.   I had cut back on nonessential obligations - extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.     
   
My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six year old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant."  I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher.  She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation.  All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then.  Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.
               
So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early,  found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw  several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song. Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial        entertainment - songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer.

So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title. Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads.  Those in the front row- center stage - held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the  letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love." 
The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down -  totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W".  The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W".  Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together.  A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our  festivities. For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:

"C H R I S T   W A S   L O V E"  

 
And, I believe, He still is.

Saturday 5 November 2011

Teenage Life


Teenage life 


The best days of your life" they say, "what I wouldn't give to be your age again" they tell you. What do they know?Unless teenage life has altered dramatically since their 'day' they surely must have been living in a parallel universe, because as most teenage kids will tell you, if this is the best it gets, why bother with the rest of it? Why bother with the dull endless grind that is exams, school and academia, why endure the endless jibes from the older, popular and better off guys, why struggle to not end up on the dreaded council estates with a brown sofa and sick green carpet. What's the point!!!


The truth of the matter is, is that being a teenager is hard, right from the beginning, and it doesn't get any easier. We are such easy prey for big name companies who advertise using the pressure of popularity, looks and sex to force us to buy their product that, as it turns out, we never wanted or needed in the first place. Our lives are filled with stress. One of the greatest sources of pressure is school. Where we are herded like cattle from room to room, chewing on our cud, while the hay of knowledge is force fed to us as we are trying our hardest to gulp it down as more and more is shovelled in. Another great source of pressure is ourselves. We try our hardest to be accepted among a certain group or circle. Whereas most of the time we are rejected and we become depressed. Depression, another problem, along with ignorance that surrounds our lives.


Being a teenager is hard, harder than some can imagine, harder than some can remember. It’s those years you’ll never forget though you sometimes wish you could wipe them away. They seem to last forever, but when you look back, they went by so fast. Being a teenager is falling in love too fast, and too hard, talking for hours on the phone to your best friends, being talked about and talking about others. It’s being guilty when you’re innocent, it’s standing out and fitting in. It’s when you have a million questions that will never be answered. Being a teenager isn’t something you can really describe, unless you’re living it at the time. It’s dealing with life when it crashes on you, and trying your hardest to live through it. Everyone has their tough times. Everyone goes through something, but being a teenager, that’s when you feel everything at once. When you’re in love, you’re really in love, when you hate someone, you despise them, when you’re lonely, you’re miserable. Being a teenager is something you always have to go through, and it’s the best and worst years of your life. Being a teenager isn’t anything-it’s everything. It isn’t a big deal-it’s a HUGE deal. And while you’re being a teenager, you ought to live it up, because this is the one chance. The one time, you’ll be young, and free, and careless, as teenagers usually are!!!!!!!! :) :)




Do you really matter?


Do you really mater     by  Dr-Okey

Dr Okey writes............


No, this isn’t a question about whether you are important or cool enough. Rather, it is a question of whether you make a difference in the lives of others – and the kind of difference that you make.

As you look around, you see examples everywhere that tell you how you can get what you want by focusing your attention on it. Using this "law of attraction," you can shape your day, your life and fully succeed in everything you do. Notice the "your, your and your. Well, in the mix of all these focus on our incredible ability to bring wealth, joy, and abundance into our lives, we often forget an essential ingredient: RELATIONSHIP/CONNECTIVITY
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 If we are selfish about creating wealth and pay little regard for others, things are likely to backfire. Our talents were given to us to serve others. Although we live in a universe of resonance, focusing only personal progress and issues doesn’t make our lives any better. And even when people try to add action and feelings to those thoughts, they often still find themselves wondering why their approach isn’t working.
What is missing? Alignment
The law of attraction is ruled by the law of alignment. If we aren’t lined up with ourselves, our destiny, our source, we won’t attract what we want. If we’re not lined up with our community and our family things go awry as well. When we get in line for wealth, without recognizing the importance of wealth beyond money, and wealth for all, we find ourselves living in scarcity.
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Take Leon (real name), for instance. He came to me because after working with several coaches on achieving greater success in his business, he simply wasn’t getting the results he desired. He studied the law of attraction and worked on positive thinking. He did everything he could to get at the top of his field. But neither he nor the coaches understood why it wasn’t working. Leon came after he listened to my lecture delivered at the University of Texas (San Antonio), graduate students in business. As we talked friendly in my office, we discovered the problem: He was focused too much on what he could get out of life and not enough on what he COULD GIVE TO LIFE.
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When people do that sort of thing, instead of getting what they wanted, they end up getting very little. In contrast, when he began to focus on what he could give, he achieved all the success he was looking for and more!
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Ever wondered why you put in so much and get so little? Well, here you have your answer. Nothing falls down except something is thrown up. If you want to increase, you must give or shsre what you have. If you need joy, you must show grace. If you want business success, you must network, interact and open up to sharing your ideas and doing so, without setting limits. YOU MUST TRUST YOUR WORKERS, PARTNERS AND CONNECT WELL WITH CLIENTS. If you want a happy family, you must put your best and set meaningful goals with your spouse. Aligning yourself and giving your best will do you more favors than expecting other people to change your world and make you happy without adding value to their lives. Reconditioning your perceptions and reframing your approach to life is a major part of alignment. There lies part of the steps for success. 
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At the family level, it is also why most relationships do not work young lovers:
People often ask: 'what am I getting out of this, instead of, 'what will I put in to get what I want to get?'
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Some ask: can he provide for me, instead of, can I work with him so that we can have a better life?
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In other words, people look for greener grasses but lack a bucket of water to make a dry land fertile. 
 ('ORI-AKU' MUST KNOW HOW TO SUPPORT 'OME-AKU')- You repeath not where thou soweth not.
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A constantly "wanting life" then lead to us making poor choices.....only to discover later that all that glitters is not gold.
We can make our gold by the way we live.....in fact, you do not really gold anyway to be happy. Aligning yourself and your mind in the right places is all you need.
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TAKE NOTE:  Not that it is bad to seek the good things of life but you can only get the good things of life and sustain them if your spirit is well aligned. LIFE, MY FRIEND, IS IN DIVINE ORDER.
You are either living to live or living to die. It keeps moving.
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One of the best ways to get what we want is to focus on: what we can give.
When we do this, we truly join the resonance of abundance. So when we plan our day by setting goals and priorities and list tasks to complete on our way to success, we need to ask ourselves:"What are the unspoken messages? Are we holding on, afraid, disconnected and concerned that there isn’t enough for us and for them?"
When our focus takes us to the point where it is "us vs. others," we often lose
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How to Make Life Worthwhile
We are not important because of our monetary success or beauty alone. Of course, we don’t gain any points for lack of success either. Rather, it is contributing, mattering, giving to others, doing what we came here to do, while partaking of the wealth and abundance all around us, that makes life worthwhile.
If we want to receive, practice giving.
If we want support, give it to others.
You might be surprised by the results
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For instance, three years ago I met with a woman who was charged with convincing people to implement a very unpopular law – a law that made the jobs of those she was supervising much harder. How did she approach it?
By asking those she worked with how she could help them instead of telling them what to do. The result was that she was successful in getting their cooperation quickly. Within a few months, her district started operating smoothly while other districts were still struggling to implement the mandate
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* If you want true power, give it to others.
If we try to take power and control others, you will never have it.
Think of the leaders that you respect – how do they live, govern and lead?
Then think of a mean controlling boss or a husband or a nagging wife.....do you respect such person? Nope.
You get power by giving power.
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What’s Your Legacy?
Recently, I spoke at the Women’s Business Empowerment Summit in, Houston. I told them my story in a speech that I titled, Life’s Golden Ticket.  On 4th October,  I was in a car crash that nearly took my life. Hit by a truck, my vehicle spinned off the road and bounced across the other side of the highway. I was saved.
Realizing how close to death I had come, I promised God that, I would earn my second chance at life.
Daily, I ask the question: "Did I matter today?"  During my my discussion, I asked those ladies to think about: "What would people say about you if you died?" See if it’s the legacy you want to leave.
Do you really matter?
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After the speech, I started thinking about some of the most important comments I have heard from other readers…not comments about money but about how these little writings on FB, my magazine articles, speeches and my books, helped them achieve things
I felt fulfilled just a little bit. Life, is not always about the big things we do but more of the little contributions we make in other people's lives.
The words we say.
The things we write.
The courage you gve.
The greetings.
The smile.
The laughter.
The hands you shake.
The prayers you share.
The messages you send .......all give hope.
Life is good when you are hopeful. Its good when you give it.

My receptionist once said to me, Sir, when I think of you, I think of empowerment and energy.
But what about you, my friend?
What will your boss, husband, wife, colleagues, think of you?
Would they use the word, controlling, bossy, manipulative, arguementative, proud, unfaithful, stubborn, materialistic, vain, nagging, troublesome, confused, headache, unorganized, selfish, wicked, mean, parrot, dumb, shallow or lazy....or would they speak great things about you?
What about you,---- when you stand in the mirror, what do you think about yourself?
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Do you really matter? What does life mean to you? Who are you? What are you doing here?
What do yo think about most hours of the day? What do you spend most of your time on?
When you wake by morning, what comes to your mind?
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If you are to depart from this earth now, what will you leave behind- worries or grace?
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Do you really matter?

Love You Forever


A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!"
But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!
But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!
But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town.  If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always...
But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my Mommy you'll be.
When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

by Robert Munsch

(This was sent to me but originally taken from book by Robert Munsch.
I recommend his books.  See: http://www.robertmunsch.com )

Kids

Whenever your kids are out of control, you can take comfort from the thought that even God's omnipotence did not extend to God's kids. After creating heaven and earth, God created Adam and Eve. And the first
thing said to them was: "Don't."
"Don't what?" Adam replied.
"Don't eat the forbidden fruit." God said.
"Forbidden fruit? We got forbidden fruit? Hey, Eve...we got Forbidden Fruit! No way! Yes WAY!"
"Don't eat that fruit!" said God.
"Why?"
"Because I'm your Creator and I said so!" said God, wondering why he hadn't stopped after making the elephants. A few minutes later God saw the kids having an apple break and was angry.
"Didn't I tell you not to eat that fruit?" the first parent asked.
"Uh huh," Adam replied.
"Then why did you?"
"I dunno," Eve answered.
"She started it!" Adam said "Did Not!" "DID so!" "DID NOT!!"
Having had it with the two of them, God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own. Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed. But there is a reassurance in this story. If you have
persistently and lovingly tried to give them wisdom and they haven't taken it, don't be hard on yourself. If God had trouble handling children, what makes you think it would be a piece of cake for you?


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Love..... My definition of Love


From the day I began to know the difference between my left and right, I have always wonder what LOVE is.... but after endless search about what Love is..... This is the only way I could describe LOVE



Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weakness.

Love is content with the present, it hopes for the future, and it doesn’t brood over the past. It’s the day-in and day-out chronicle of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and working toward common goals.

If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that are missing. If you don’t have love in your life, no matter what else there is, it’s not enough.

A Valentine Story


Valentines Story

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the
girl with the rose.
His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, butwith the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond.
The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.
I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:
A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be, grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment.
"I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard,and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"
It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."


www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/valentin.htm

Friday 4 November 2011

True friends are like mornings

True friends are like mornings,
u cant have them the whole day,
but u can be sure,
they will be there when u wakeup tomorrow,
next year and forever.

Thank you my friends


Have you ever THANKED your friends?
For their smiles?
Their hellos?
Their hugs?
Their taps at ur back?
Their Sharing things?
Their sweet kisses?
Their way of calling ur name?
Their talking nonstop?
Their pure love?
Imagine ur frndz never doing tht anymore
could u bear it?
"These r the ones who make life look so easy, cheerful & beautiful.
So
"I THANK U my lovely and sweet friend"
and
I Thank GOD that He gave me a friend like u :-)

In this world where everything seems uncertian

In this WORLD,
where everything seems UNCERTAIN,
only one thing is DEFINITE.
You'll always be my FRIEND,
beyond WORDS,
beyond TIME &
beyond DISTANCE!

We dont want to


There are things that
we don't want to happen
but HAVE TO ACCEPT,
Things we dont want to know,
but HAVE TO LEARN,
and people we CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT
but have to LET GO.

I am the first wishing you Eid Mubarak


After 3 days
After 72 hours
After 4320 min
After 259200sec
Every1 will send u this msg but i m the
1st telling u and ur family Eid Mubarak.

Tuesday 1 November 2011

Sharp is your memory, sweet is your name..

Sharp is Ur memory,
Sweet is Ur name,
Deep in my heart,
U will always remain,
Earth want water,
Flower wants dew,
I want nothing,
but a smile from U.

WE DON'T WANT TO...


There are things that
we don't want to happen
but HAVE TO ACCEPT,
Things we dont want to know,
but HAVE TO LEARN,
and people we CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT
but have to LET GO.