There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. boy-slingHe was given a slingshot to play with, out in the woods. He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target. Getting A little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma’s pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck Square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked and grieved.

In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see. His sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing. After lunch the next day Grandma said, “Sally, let’s wash the Dishes.” But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.” Then she whispered to him, “Remember the duck?” So Johnny did the dishes.duck_on_yeadon_tarn_silhouette-svg

Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go Fishing and Grandma said, “I’m sorry but I need Sally to help make Supper.” Sally just smiled and said,” Well that’s all right because Johnny
told me he wanted to help.” She whispered again, “Remember the duck?” So Sally Went fishing and Johnny stayed to help. After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally’s, He finally couldn’t stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, “Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.
Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done. And the devil Keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad Habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.) .

Whatever it is….You need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven.

devils-33926_960_720He’s just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you. The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness, He Not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by God’s grace and Mercy that we are saved.

There was a boy whose father was a horse trainer. And because of his father’s job, they had to keep moving from stable to stable, from ranch to ranch, training horses. silhouette-41826_960_720The boy’s schooling was, thus, constantly interrupted. One day at school, his teacher asked him to write about what he wanted to be when he grew up. He did not hesitate a minute and wrote a seven-page paper about his aim to be an owner of a horse ranch. He wrote down many details, drew a location of buildings and stables and even a detailed house plan.
The papers were graded, and the boy received his paper back with the word “F Grade” scrawled on the front page. After the class, he approached the teacher and asked: “Why did I get an F Grade?”
The teacher responded: “I had asked you to write about a realistic dream. For a boy like you, who has no money, no resources and who comes from itinerant family, this dream is too far-fetched. There is no possibility that you will reach your goals one day.” Then the teacher offered to write the paper again with a more realistic view, about a more achievable dream. Later at home, the dispirited boy told his father the events of the day and asked his father how he should act. His father answered: “A decision of such importance should be made by you, without interference from anyone; so you have to make your own mind on this”
After a few days, the boy approached his teacher with another paper. To the teacher’s surprise, there were no changes made to the paper, it was the exact same description of his dream. To answer the teacher’s questioning look, the boy said:
“Keep the ‘F‘ and I will keep my dream”
The boy, known as Monty Roberts, is presently, the owner of a 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of a 200-acre horse ranch. Roberts’ first book, The Man Who Listens to Horses was published in 1996 and stayed in the New York Times Bestsellers list for 58 weeks, selling more than five million copies worldwide, including translations into over 15 languages. Three documentaries on Roberts have been released; also, he has his own television show on Horse & Country channel, Backstage Pass with Monty Roberts. He has received an honorary doctorate in animal psychology from the University of Zurich in Switzerland, amongs’t several other accolades. He still has that school paper, which is framed over his fireplace.

Moral: You have to follow your heart and never let anyone to steal your dreams; if you fall behind, run faster. Never give up, never surrender, and rise up against the odds.

The year was 1983. In Australia, the long-distance foot race from Sydney to Melbourne was about to begin, covering 875 kilometers… more than 500 miles! About 150 world-class athletes had entered, for what was planned as a six day event. man-31618_960_720
So race officials were started when a 61-year-old man approached and handed them his entry form. His name was Cliff Young, and his ‘racing attire’ included overalls and galoshes over his-work boots.
At first, they refused to let him enter. So he explained that he’d grown up on a 2000 acre farm, with thousands of sheep. His family could afford neither horses nor tractors so, when the storms came, his job was to round up the sheep. Sometimes, he said, it would take two or three days of running.
Finally, they let Cliff enter and the race began. The others quickly left him way behind, shuffling along in his galoshes. But he didn’t know the plan included stopping each right to rest, so he kept going. By the fifth day, he had caught them all, won the race and became a national hero.

He continued to compete in long-distance races until well up in the seventies. He was an inspiration to millions and a great encourager of younger runners. In his honor and memory, in 2004, the year after his death at age 81, the organizers of the race where he first gained fame permanently changes its name to the Cliff Young Australian Six Day Race.
What was the key to Cliff Young’s success? It goes by various names, determination, perseverance, persistence, tenacity.
It means keeping one’s eye fixed steadfastly on a goal and not stopping, no matter the difficulties or the obstacles, until that goal is achieved. A strong will, a settled purpose, an invincible determination, can accomplish almost anything, and in this lies the distinction between great men and little men.

red_and_blue_ribbonEveryone wants a blue ribbon. Blue. First place. The best. Even kinder-gardeners want that blue ribbon. In sports, I was never a blue-ribbon person. In a race I was always last. In baseball I was as likely to get hit on the head as to drop the ball. In basketball I was fine as long as there weren’t nine other players on the court with me. Where I got my horrible sports ability, I don’t know, but I got it. And I got it early.
During the spring of my kindergarten year, our class had a field trip to a park in a town about 20 miles away. Making that drive now is no big deal, but when you’re six and you’ve lived in a town of 300 all your life, going to a town of a couple thousand is a very big deal. Nonetheless, looking back now, I don’t remember much of that day. I’m sure we ate our little sack lunches, played on the swings, slid down the slide, typical six-year-old stuff. Then it was time for the races.
However, these were no ordinary races. Some parent had come up with the idea to have the picnic kind of races, like pass the potato under your neck and hold an egg on a spoon while you run to the other side. I don’t remember too much about these, but there was one race that will forever be lodged in my memory, the three-legged race. The parents decided not to use potato sacks for this particular race. Instead, they tied our feet together.
One lucky little boy got me for a partner. Now what you have to know about this little boy is that he was the second most athletic boy in our class. I’m sure he knew he was in trouble the second they laced his foot to mine. As for me, I was mortified. This guy was a winner. He almost always won, and I knew that, with me, he didn’t have a chance.
Apparently he didn’t realize that as deeply as I did at the time. He laced his arm with mine, the gun sounded, and we were off to the other side. Couples were falling and stumbling all around us, but we stayed on our feet and made it to the other side.
Unbelievably when we turned around and headed back for home, we were in the lead! Only one other couple even had a chance, and they were a good several yards behind us.
Then only feet from the finish line, disaster struck. I tripped and fell.
We were close enough that my partner could have easily dragged me across the finish line and won. He could have, but he didn’t. Instead, he stopped, reached down, and helped me up, just as the other couple crossed the finish line. I still remember that moment, and I still have that little red ribbon.
When we graduated 13 years later, I stood on that stage and gave the Valedictory address to that same group of students, none of whom even remembered that moment anymore. So, I told them about that little boy who had made a split-second decision that helping a friend up was more important than winning a blue ribbon.
In my speech I told them that I wouldn’t tell which of the guys sitting there on that stage was the little boy although he was up there with me. I wouldn’t tell because in truth at one time or another all of them had been that little boy, helping me up when I fell, taking time out from their pursuit of their own goals to help a fellow person in need.
I told them why I’ve kept that ribbon. You see to me, that ribbon is a reminder that you don’t have to be a winner in the eyes of the world to be a winner to those closest to you. The world may judge you a failure or a success, but those closest to you will know the truth. That’s important to remember as we travel through this life.
You may not have a red ribbon to prove it, but I sincerely hope you have at least a few friends who remember you for taking time out from your pursuit of that blue ribbon to help them. I’m thinking those will be the ones that really count. I know it’s the one that counted the most to me.

chest-145753_960_720A man and a woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside.
She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000. He asked her about the contents.
“When we were to be married,” she said, “my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.”
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.
“Honey,” he said “that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?”
“Oh, that?” she said. “That’s the money I made from selling the dolls.”

tree-of-life_flower-of-life_stage-svgThere lived a Sadhu who regularly used to give discourses.

One day at the end of the discourse he was talking of being grateful to existence. “Operate from a space of gratitude. This will allow us to expand.”

A beggar was sitting in a corner and listening to the discourse; he came up to the Sadhu and said, “Maharaj, your talk was great. But one thing I am not able to understand. You said to be grateful to the existence because it has always showered benediction on you. Sorry! But, existence has not given me anything. I am struggling even for one roti”.

The Sadhu said, “I agree with you, I will give you two lakhs, right here, will you be grateful?’ The beggar was thrilled.

“But I want something in return from you”, said the Sadhu. “I do not have anything, what can I give you? If I have something I will definitely give you.” said the beggar.

“I won’t ask you anything that you do not have”, said the Sadhu. The agreement was made. The Sadhu said, “I will make arrangements for the two lakhs; but then in return you have to give me both your eyes.”

The beggar was astonished. “What will I do with this money without my eyes? I don’t agree to the deal,” he said. “I prefer my two eyes instead of two lakhs”. The Sadhu said, “but you said you don’t have anything and were cursing existence.”

For the beggar, money was very important. That we can see is such a great gift of existence. He had two eyes, two hands, two legs, stomach etc., He is already a multi-millionaire. But we do not see all these gifts .We can hear. We can walk. All are great gifts.

Now If you say you are unhappy, it is just ridiculous.

In fact we should dance and celebrate Our Existence.

We are normally focused on what is missing in life.

The moment you start operating from what you don’t have, whatever you have also go into darkness.

one-world-many-storiesWorld is Full of Stories some to teach us and some to learn from.. Here’s a collection of Stories that have been collected over a period of time for the benefit of all…

Neethi is not taught by a Religion/Caste/Location/Crede but its the teaching from an about the Life we are living in.

We are a global people defining how easily we can migrate/learn from each others experience as we get thur our livies.

Below are few Lessons / Personal Stories that can shall shape our thoughts and future…

Just as A thought Think on the below:::

Rs.20 Seems Too Much To Give A Beggar But It Seems Okay When Its Given As Tip At A Fancy Restaurant.

After A Whole Day Of Work, Hours At The Gym Seem Alright But Helping Your Mother Out At Home Seems Like A Burden.

Praying To God For 3 Min Takes Too Much Time But Watching A Movie For 3 Hours Doesn’t.

We Wait A Whole Year For Valentine’s Day But We Always Forget Mother’s Day.

Two Poor Starving Kids Sitting On The Pavement Weren’t Given Even A Slice Of Bread But A Painting Of Them Sold For Lakhs Of Rupees.

We Don’t Think Twice About Forwarding Jokes But We Will Rethink About Sending This Message On.

Think About It.. Lets All Make A Change..

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