(1) A man was polishing his new car; his 4 yr old daughter picked up a stone and scratched on

the side of the car. In anger, the furious Man took his childs hand & hit it many times, not
realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple
fractures.
When the child saw her father, with painful eyes he asked Dad when will my fingers grow back? The
man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to the car and kicked it many times. Devastated by
his own actions, sitting in front of the car he looked at the scratches, His daughter had written LOVE
YOU DAD.

Moral: Remember, Anger and Love have no limit. Always remember that Things are to be
used and people are to be loved. But the problem in todays world is that People are being
used & Things are being loved.
(2) WE SPEND OUR LIFE WORKING TO EARN A LIVING BUT NOT IN LIVING THAT
EARNING
(3) Once day, father was doing some work and his son came and asked, Daddy, may I ask you a
question? Father said, Yeah sure, what it is? So his son asked, Dad, how much do you
make an hour? Father got bit upset and said, Thats none of your business. Why do you ask
such a thing? Son said, I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an
hour? So, father told him that I make Rs. 500 per hour.
(4) Oh, the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, Dad, may I please
borrow Rs. 300? The father furiously said, if the only reason you asked about my pay is so
that you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march yourself to
your room and go to bed. Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard every day and do
not like this childish behavior.
(5) The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get
even angrier about the little boys questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get
some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think,
May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. 300 and he really didnt
ask for money very often! The man went to the door of little boys room and opened the door.
Are you a sleep, son? He asked. No daddy, Im awake, replied the boy. Ive been thinking,
maybe I was too hard on you earlier, said the man. Its been a long day and I took out my
aggravation on you, Heres the Rs.300 you asked for.
(6) The little boy sat straight up, smiling oh thank you dad! He yelled. Then, reaching under his
pillow he pulled some crippled up notes. The man, seeing that the boy already had money,
started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his
father.

(7) Why do you want money if you already had some? the father grumbled. Because I didnt
have enough, but now I do, the little boy replied. Daddy I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an
hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.
Father was dumbstruck.

(8) Moral: Its just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life! We should not
let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who
really matter to us, those close to our hearts. If we die tomorrow, the company that
we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family &
friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think
of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.
(9) While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.
Thats my son over there, she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding
down the slide. Hes a fine looking boy the man said. Thats my daughter on the bike in the
white dress.
(10)Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. What do you say we go, Melissa?
Melissa pleaded, Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes. The man
nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her hearts content. Minutes passed and the
father stood and called again to his daughter. Time to go now?
(11)Again Melissa pleaded, Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes. The man smiled
and said, OK. My, you certainly are a patient father, the woman responded.
(12)The man smiled and then said, Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last
year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now Id
give anything for just five more minutes with him. Ive vowed not to make the same mistake
with Melissa. She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five
more minutes to watch her play.

(13)

Moral: Life is all about making priorities, and family is one and only priority

on top of all other, so spend all time you can with loved ones.
(14)Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen
children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head
of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade
and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly
hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elders children had a dream. They both wanted
to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially
able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

(15)After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a
pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his
earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who
won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the
academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.
(16)They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went
off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years,
financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation.
Albrechts etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his
professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his
commissioned works.
(17)When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their
lawn to celebrate Albrechts triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal,
punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of
the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled
Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, And now, Albert, blessed brother of
mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take
care of you.
(18)All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears
streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed
and repeated, over and over, No no no no.
(19)Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at
the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, No,
brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look look what four years in the
mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once,
and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold
a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen
or a brush. No, brother for me it is too late.
(20)More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durers hundreds of masterful portraits,
pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang
in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are
familiar with only one of Albrecht Durers works. More than merely being familiar with it, you
very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

(21)One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly
drew his brothers abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He
called his powerful drawing simply Hands, but the entire world almost immediately opened
their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love The Praying Hands.

(22)

MoraL: The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second

look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one no one ever makes
it alone!

A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two
hundred miles away. As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing. He
asked her what was wrong and she replied, I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother. But I only have
seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.
The man smiled and said, Come on in with me. Ill buy you a rose. He bought the little girl her rose
and ordered his own mothers flowers. As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said,
Yes, please! You can take me to my mother. She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the
rose on a freshly dug grave.
The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two
hundred miles to his mothers house.

Moral: Life is Short. Spend much time as you can loving and caring people who love you.
Enjoy each moment with them before its too late. There is nothing important than family.

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Two families lived nearby. One family had constant quarrels and the other one lived quietly
and friendly.
One day, feeling jealous about nice atmosphere flourished in the neighbouring family, wife told
her husband:
Go to the neighbours and look what they are doing for such well-being.
The husband came, hid and started watching. He saw a woman who was wiping the floor in the
room. Suddenly something distracted her, and she ran to the kitchen. At that time her husband

rushed into the room. He did not notice the bucket of water, occasionally kicked it, so the water
overflowed.
Then his wife came back from the kitchen and said him:
Im sorry, honey, its my fault because I did not remove the bucket from the pass.
No, I m sorry, honey, its my fault, because I did not notice it.
The man returned home, where the wife asked him:
Did you understand the reason of their well-being?
I guess that I did. You see, we always seek to be right, while each of them takes the blame on
himself.

A woman was involved in a self-improvement program. She asked her husband to help her by
listing six things he believed she could do to help her become a better wife.
He reported to the class: "I was surprised by such a request. Frankly, it would have been easy for
me to list six things I would like to change about her but I didn't. I said to her, 'Let me think about
it and give you an answer in the morning.'
"The next morning I had the florist send six red roses to my wife with a note: 'I can't think of six
things I would like to change about you. I love the way you are.'
"When I arrived at home that evening, who do you think greeted me at the door? That's right. My
wife was almost in tears. I was extremely glad I had not criticized her.
"The following Sunday at church, after she had reported the results of her assignment, several
women came up to me and said, 'That was the most considerate thing I have ever heard.' It was
then I realized the power of appreciation.