Values Of Love And Care

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she's settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg. It had been a year since Susan became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity.
'How could this have happened to me?' she would plead, her heart knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth, her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. All she had to cling to was her husband Mark. Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart.

When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength she needed to become independent again. Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working - it was hectic, and costly. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react?
Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again.

"I'm blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me." Mark's heart broke but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each day he would ride the bus with her until she got the hang of it.

And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his office. Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own.

Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure envy you." Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? "Why do you envy me?" The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, "What do you mean?"

The driver said, “You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady." 

Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was blessed, so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe – the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness. 

"You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her..."

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Free Air

Kaun kehta hai HAWA free hoti hai?

Kabhi LAYS ka 10 Rupay wala chips khareed kay dekho.

Usme 7 Rupay ki HAWA aur 3 Rupay kay chips hote hain

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Kingfisher

Airhostess: "Sir, kya lenge?"

Bhramin pandit passenger: "Puri, sabji, kheer aur laddu"

Airhostess: "Sir, aap Kingfisher kay plane mein aaye hain, Vijay Mallya kay shraad mein nahin."

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Zoo

At a small zoo, visitors often ignored the many large signs that
said, "Don't feed the animals!"

The zookeeper did not want to impose fines so he tried a different approach.

He posted signs saying, "Feed the animals for only twenty dollars!"
and suddenly no one wanted to.

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Why are Gujaratis so intelligent?

Bill Gates organized an enormous session to recruit a new Chairman
for Microsoft Europe.

5000 candidates assembled in a large room. One of the candidate was
Kantibhai Shah.

Bill Gates: "Thank you for coming. Those who do not know JAVA may leave."

2000 people left the room.

Kantibhai says to himself, "I do not know JAVA but I have nothing to
lose if I stay. I'll give it a try."

Bill Gates: "Candidates that have never had experience of managing
more than 100 people may leave."

2000 People left the room.

Kantibhai says to himself So he"I never managed anybody by myself but
I have nothing to lose if I stay. What can happen to me?" So he stays.

Bill Gates: "Candidates who do not have management diplomas may leave."

500 people left the room.

Kantibhai says to himself,"I left school at 15 but what have I got to lose?"
So he stays in the room.

Lastly, Bill Gates asked the candidates who do not speak Serbo - Croat to
leave.

498 people left the room.

Kantibhai says to himself, " I do not speak one word of Serbo - Croat
but what do I have to lose?"
So he stays and finds himself with one other candidate. Everyone else has
gone.

Bill Gates joined them and said: "Apparently you are the only two
candidates who speak Serbo - Croat, so I'd now like to hear you have
a conversation together in that language."

Calmly, Kantibhai turns to the other candidate and says: "Kem chho?"

The other candidate answers: "Ekdum majama"

(sent to me by yahoogroups)

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IQ LEVEL TEST

A MAN WANTED TO ENTER A CLUB. EVERY MEMBER KNOWS THE PASSWORD.

THE MAN HID HIMSELF BEHIND A WALL AND TRIED TO LISTEN TO THE PASSWORD. A MEMBER CAME. THE WATCHMAN SAID, "TWELVE" THE MEMBER REPLIED "SIX". THE WATCHMAN OPENED THE DOOR.

ANOTHER MAN CAME. THE WATCHMAN SAID "SIX", THE MEMBER SAID "THREE". THE WATCHMAN OPENED THE DOOR.

THE MAN THOUGHT HE HAD GOT THE PASSWORD. HE WENT TO THE DOOR. THE WATCHMAN SAID "EIGHT". THE MAN REPLIED "FOUR". THE WATCHMAN DID NOT OPEN THE DOOR.

WHAT WAS THE PASSWORD?

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Miracle

 This story has been sent to me by Shivam Pandey

How Much Does A Miracle Cost? A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass
jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it
carefully. Three times, even..The total had to be exactly perfect.. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door
and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.

Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! 'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice.. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

 'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's really, really sick....and I want to buy a miracle.'

 'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist.

 'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?'

'We don't sell miracles here, little girl.I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little.

'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.'

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?

I don't know,' Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money..'

 'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago.

 'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audible.'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.'

'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a
miracle for little brothers.' He took her money in one hand and with the otherhand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need.'

That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and
doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. 'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?'

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost....one dollar and eleven cents...plus the faith of a little child.

 ***In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.

 


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