Dedicated to all my friends reading dis

Are we earning to pay builders and interior designers, caterers and decorators?

Whom do we want to impress with our highly inflated house properties & fat weddings?

Do you remember for more than two days what you ate at someone's marriage?

Why are we working like dogs in our prime years of life?

How many generations do we want to feed?

Most of us have two kids. Many have a single kid.

How much is the "need" and how much do we actually "want"??
Think about it.

Would our next generation be incapable to earn, that we save so much for them!?!

Can not we spare one and a half days a week for friends, family and self??

Do you spend even 5% of your monthly income for your self enjoyment?
Usually...No.

Why can't we enjoy simultaneously while we earn?

Spare time to enjoy before you have slipped discs and cholesterol blocks in your heart!!!

We don't own properties, we just have temporary name on documents.

GOD laughs sarcastically, when someone says,
"I am the owner of this land"!!  

Do not judge a person only by the length of his car.

Many of our science and maths teachers were great personalities riding on scooters!!  

It is not bad to be rich, but it is very unfair, to be only rich.

Let's get a LIFE, before life gets us, instead....


One day, all of us will get  separated  from each other; we will miss our conversations of everything & nothing; the dreams that we had.

Days will pass by, months, years, until this contact becomes rare... One day our children will see our pictures and ask 'Who are these people?' And we will smile with invisible tears  because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say: 'IT WAS THEM THAT I HAD THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE

*Tomatoes !!!*
🍅A teacher asked her students to bring some tomatoes in a plastic bag to school.
🍅Each tomato was to be given the name of a person whom that child hates.
🍅So, the number of tomatoes would be equal to the number of persons they hate.
🍅On a pre-determined day, All the children brought their tomatoes well addressed.
🍅Some had two, some had three and some had five, some even had 20 tomatoes in accordance with the number of people they hated.
🍅The teacher then told them they had to carry the tomatoes with them everywhere they go for two weeks.
🍅As the days passed the children started to complain about the decay and smell of the tomatoes.
🍅The students who had many tomatoes complained it was very heavy to carry and the smell was too much.
🍅After a week, the teacher asked the students “How did you feel this week?”
🍅The children complained of the awful smell and heavy weight of the tomatoes, especially those who carried several tomatoes.
🍅The teacher said, “This is very similar to what you carry in your heart when you don’t like some people.
🍅Hatred makes the heart unhealthy and you carry that hatred everywhere.
🍅 *If you can’t bear the smell of spoilt tomatoes for a week, imagine the impact of bitterness on your heart as you carry it daily.”*
🍅The heart is a beautiful garden that needs regular cleaning of unwanted weeds.
🍅 Forgive those who have angered you.
🍅This makes room for storing good things.
🍅 *Get Better, Not Bitter!!!*



🙏AIthough you may not usually forward texts but this makes sense. So forward it to someone or group.🌹

Ryan Hreljac heard about the many children in Africa who do not have clean water to drink he decided to do something to help. Ryan, from a small town near Ottawa in Canada, listened as his teacher explained that $70 would provide a well and became determined to raise the money

That night he told his parents that he needed $70. His mother, Susan, said he could do extra chores around the house. Ryan vacuumed, washed windows, and, with amazing determination, patiently worked, saving every dollar in an old cookie tin. It took him from January 1998 to the end of April to collect $70.

Susan took him to Watercan’s office to hand over his donation. Executive Director, Nicole Bosley explained that $70 would only buy a hand pump. It would take $2,000 to drill a well. Undeterred, Ryan replied, “I’ll just do more chores then.”

Nicole told him the Canadian International Development Agency would match Watercan’s contribution 2:1 so Ryan needed to raise $700 for his well. He kept on working and collected donations from school, friends and family. When he had raised the $700, Watercan invited him to meet Gizaw Shibru, director for Uganda at Canadian Physicians for Aid and Relief, who actually dug and maintained the wells. Shibru asked Ryan to choose the site for his well. Ryan wanted it to be near a school and they pinpointed Angolo in North Uganda, a village whose closest water was 5 kilometres away. Angolo had also suffered thirteen years of rebel activity, several years of drought and had to contend with AIDS, typhoid and waterborne diseases. One in five children died before the age of five.

Talking with Gizaw Shibru, Ryan discovered that the well would be dug by hand. Wells could be dug much more quickly using mobile drilling equipment costing $25,000, increasing the supply of clean water far faster than at present. Ryan now had a new goal. “I want everyone in Africa to have clean water,” he declared.
Susan set out to help Ryan with this latest challenge. The Ottawa Citizen published an article about Ryan’s Well that generated interest. A TV station took up the story and a number of newspaper articles followed. Cheques began to come in. Ryan’s teacher put a watering can in the classroom for donations and Ryan sold bottled water to raise funds.

Ryan’s teacher arranged for children from his school to be penpals with children in Angolo. Ryan’s penpal Akana Jimmy wrote to him:
Dear Ryan,
My name is Akana Jimmy. I am 8 years old. I like soccer. Our house is made of grass. How is America?
Your friend,
Akana Jimmy.
Ryan wrote back:
Dear Jimmy,
It must be cool to have a house made out of grass. I am 8 now. Do you drink from my well every day? What is your favourite subject in school? I am going to Uganda when I am twelve. My house is made out of bricks.
Write back soon.
Your friend Ryan.

Ryan did not have to wait so long for his visit to Uganda. A neighbour, impressed by Ryan’s dedication, donated some airmiles to the family. The Ottawa Citizen appealed for more airmiles and Watercan also gave some. In July, 2000, Ryan and his parents arrived in Angolo. Ryan looked about in amazement at the 5,000 children lining the route to the school, calling “Ryan, Ryan, Ryan!”

“They know my name!” he cried in astonishment.
“Everybody for a hundred kilometres knows your name, Ryan,” said Shibru.
They arrived at the well next to the school’s vegetable garden. It bore the inscription Ryan’s Well, formed by Ryan Hreljac for Community of Angolo Primary School’. Ryan’s penpal Jimmy led him to cut the ribbon and the celebrations began.

Ryan’s original $70 fundraising has grown to over $750,000 through the Ryan’s Well Foundation, providing clean water and related health services to people in Africa with projects in Nigeria, Tanzania, Malawi and Ethiopia as well as Uganda. By its example, the foundation hopes to inspire present and future leaders of the world to seek and realise their own vision for making the world a better place. Ryan continues to work with his family to fulfil this vision. He has been awarded a meritorious service medal by the Governor General of Canada.

At the Summit, Ryan, now aged 11, was one of UNICEF’s panel of expert speakers on Water Health and Poverty. As a result he has been asked to work on children’s initiatives with the World Health Organisation.
FURTHER INFORMATION : P.O.Box 1120, Kemptville, Ontario, Canada, KOG 1JO
WEB SITE : http://www.ryanswell.ca 

No Matter What's Happening In Your Life Right Now, You Must Read This Short Story :)

No Matter What's Happening In Your Life Right Now, You Must Read This Short Story :)

ONE DAY I DECIDED TO QUIT

I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality… I wanted to quit my life.

I went to the woods to have one last talk with god

“God”, I asked,

“Can you give me one good reason not to quit?”.

His answer surprised me…

“Look around”, He said. “Do you see the fern and the bamboo ?

“Yes”, I replied.

“When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.

I gave them light.I gave them water.The fern quickly grew from the earth.

Its brilliant green covered the floor.Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.

And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.

“In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.But I would not quit.

In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit.” He said.

“Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant…But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.

It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.”

He asked me. “Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots”.

“I would not quit on the bamboo.I will never quit on you.”

“Don’t compare yourself to others.” He said.”The bamboo had a different Purpose than the fern.

Yet they both make the forest beautiful.”"Your time will come”, God said to me.

“You will rise high”.

“How high should I rise?” I asked.

“How high will the bamboo rise?” He asked in return.

“As high as it can?” I questioned.”Yes.” He said, “Give Me glory by rising as high as you can.”

I left the forest and brought back this story.I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on

you.Never, Never, Never, Give up.

Don’t tell the Lord how big the problem is, tell the problem how Great the Lord is!

You should Never, Never, Never, Give up....

No matter what’s happening in your life right now, you must read this short story…

The Fern and the Bamboo

One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality...

I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.

“God”, I said. “Can you give me one good reason not to quit?”

His answer surprised me. “Look around”, He said. “Do you see the fern and the bamboo?”

“Yes”, I replied. “When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.

I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth.

Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.

But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.

And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.

In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.

But I would not quit. The same in year four.

Then in the fifth year, a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.

Compared to the fern, it was seemingly small and insignificant.

But just six months later, the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.

It had spent the five years growing roots.

Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.

I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.

“Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?

I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.

“Don’t compare yourself to others.” He said. “The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern.

Yet they both make the forest beautiful. Your time will come”, God said to me.

“You will rise high.” “How high should I rise?” I asked.

“How high will the bamboo rise?” He asked in return.

“As high as it can?” I questioned. “Yes.”

He said, “Give me glory by rising as high as you can.”

I left the forest, realizing that God will never give up on me.

And He will never give up on you.

Never regret a day in your life.

Good days give you happiness; bad days give you experiences; both are essential to life.

Serenity isn’t freedom from the storm, but peace within the storm.

You should Never, Never, Never, Give up.