Ghosts

I think that I have ghosts in my house.

Few days before I was missing something from my room that I knew was
there. It wasn't anything big, just a pen. It was a Parker pen

I bought from Chandigarh when I was there on my official duty.

I knew that it was on my table but it was clearly missing.

I asked each person in my house that whether they

have taken my pen. Each one responded in negative

and they were totally ignorant about that. 

No one in the house had touched it or seen it.

I knew no burglar had broken in or surely they would have taken
more than a pen. If no human had done it, what other
explanation was left other than some supernatural explanation.

Once I came to grips that we must have ghosts in the house, I
then realized that not only did we have ghosts, but we also had
a bunch of one-legged ghosts and that explained where the other
sock was disappearing to.

Case solved.

Divorce :)

The first divorce directly related to the September 11th terrorist attack was filed in New York.

 

It appears a guy with an office on 103rd floor of the World Trade Centre spent the morning at his girlfriend's apartment with his phone turned off. He wasn't watching TV either. When he turned his phone back on at about 11am, it rang immediately.

 

It was his hysterical wife, "Are you OK? Where are you?"

He said, "What do you mean? I'm in my office of course!"

The Blind Sign

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his
feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help."
There were only a few coins in the hat.

A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and
dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it
around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that
everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving
money to the blind boy.

That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how
things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked,
"Were you the one who changed my sign this morning?

What did you write?"

The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but
in a different way."

"I wrote: "Today is a beautiful day, but I cannot see it."

Both signs told people that the boy was blind. But the first
sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people
that they were so blessed that they were not blind. Should we be
surprised that the second sign was more effective?

Moral of the Story:
Be thankful to GOD for what you have.
Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.
When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you
have 1,000 reasons to smile.

After all, you can read this post.

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, Mommy."
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, "Mommy, 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.  Over the
years, Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer
was, "No, but you are getting smarter every year, my 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 good-bye to Grandpa.

She asked me,
"Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?"

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 was
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,

"My dear, 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 on sometime in life, my dear.
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.

People will forget what you said...
People will forget what you did....
But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.

The Flawed Jeans

I put on my favorite pair of jeans this morning; they are so
soft and comfortable.

I needed to spend the day at the hospital with my husband in the
Intensive Care Unit. We had gone to the emergency room yesterday;
he was having chest pains.

The doctors say there is no sign of damage to his heart and they
will release him this afternoon, but he will need to return for
a stress test in three to four weeks.

Sitting there reflecting on how fortunate we are, I noticed the
flaw in my jeans again. They have an irregularity in the weave
at the front of one leg. I noticed this flaw when I first tried
them on but purchased them anyway because they were so
comfortable.

I love them not because of the flaw but in spite of it.

Each time I wear the jeans I am reminded of God's love for us.

It is unconditional in spite of our flaws.

For Your Convenience

The modern world gives us many things. Some make us better
(maybe) and some weaker. The spell checker is one such thing.

The spell checker is great, it keeps me from making horrendous
and careless errors but it has made my spelling so much weaker.

I was writing a note telling someone that something was for
their convenience. I couldn't spell convenience!

It's not that convenience is an overly simple word. My guess, if
you asked 10 people how to spell it, a significant number would
either get it wrong or wouldn't even try. That's not the point.
The point is I should have known how to spell it but the spell
checker has just made my spelling weaker.

What did I do? I saw the red underline below what was the
obviously misspelled word and Right-Clicked to get a list of
suggestions on the proper spelling. Sure enough, there in the
list was the proper spelling.

Whenever you don't use something, you slowly lose it. I use my
knowledge of spelling less and less, I just let the computer do
it.

Perhaps sometimes too convenient is simply too convenient.

...or is it convineint?

One Lane

Wes Hayes III has a long drive to and from work. The drive can

take more than an hour on busy days.

"I learned something about driving," Wes told me. "I've learned
to stay in one lane." "One lane?" I thought "What does he mean
one lane?"

He explained how he timed the journey driving in the normal
pattern. The typical driver zigged and zagged and switched lanes
to find the fastest flow and to get out of the traffic and to
the destination sooner. Sometimes the highway looked like
driving a shalom course.

"I timed the journey switching lanes every few minutes and then
I tried another way. I tried driving all the way in just ONE
LANE. No matter what, I stayed in one lane," Wes explained.

"I was amazed! The time difference was negligible if any but the
peace difference was huge. There is far less stress and far more
calmness attained by just staying in one lane," Wes said.

As Wes relayed his new found direction, I thought about how much
ONE LANE could help us in life.

We constantly switch jobs. We switch romantic partners. We
switch houses, cars, clothes, computers, phones and even
friends. Much of the time it's not because we need to switch.
It's because fashion, style and updates makes us crave the
fastest and seemingly best.

In many countries people work for one company their entire life.
The thought of so much switching is completely foreign to them.

Perhaps Wes is on to something.

Perhaps WE need to stay in ONE LANE.