The Most Important Body Part. . .

My mother used to ask me what is the most important part of the body..? Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer.When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, "My ears, Mummy." She said "No-Many people are deaf.. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon."

Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer. So this time I told her,"Mummy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes."She looked at me and told me, "You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind.."

Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years,Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, "No. But you are getting smarter every year, my young child."

Then last year, my grandpa died. Everybody was hurt.Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry.My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final goodbye to Grandpa.She asked me, "Do you know the most important body part yet, my son..?"

I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me. She saw the confusion on my face and told me,"This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in your life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong and I have given you an example why. But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson.." She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, "Son, the most important body part is your shoulder . . ."

I asked, "Is it because it holds up my head..?" She replied, "No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry sometime in life, my son. I only hope that you have enough Love and Friends that you
will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it.."

Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one-it is sympathetic to the pain of OTHERS..

You are my friend and whenever you want, you may cry on my shoulder . . .

Story For Everyone

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

Time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore."

The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them."

"Sorry, but I don't have money... but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money."

The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with me" the tree said.

"I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?"

"Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house."

So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and play with me!" the tree said.

"I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?"

"Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."

So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years.

"Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you... " the tree said.

"I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied.

"No more trunk for you to climb on"

"I am too old for that now" the boy said.

"I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears.

"I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied.

"Good..! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears . . .


The moral of the story................This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad...

When we grow up, we leave them... only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.

No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you happy.

You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that's how all of us are treating our parents . . .

Never Lose Hope. . . .

4 candles were so softly that their ambience was heard !

1 st candle--I'm peace, no one needs me and it diminished

2nd candle--I'm faith,no one believes in me and it diminished

3rd candle--I'm love, nobody cares for me and it diminished

4th candle--I can light the other 3 candles from me.I'm hope and I last forever.

Never Lose HoPe. . .

Famous Tennis Star Arthur Ashe...

Famous tennis star Arthur Ashe, who was suffering from cancer was asked that won't he feel bad to die.....

He said...

" THERE ARE 6 BILLION PEOPLE....
2 MILLION TRY TO PLAY TENNIS....
1 MILLION LEARN....
500000 BECOME PROFESSIONALS....
AMONG THEM ONLY 128 ARE SELECTED FOR WIMBLEDON....
THEN 4 FOR THE SEMI-FINALS....
2 FOR THE FINALS....
ONLY ONE WINS....

WHEN I WAS ON THAT VICTORY STAND,I DIDN'T ASK GOD WHY ME ?
WHY SHOULD I ASK NOW ? "

Box Full of Kisses . . .

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.

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