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Bring Out The Best In Others.

jaunesk — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 03:30:45 +0000

A friend of mine send me this email, it was a very touching story and I have no doubt about the powerful message in it. Many years ago, I did a training and using the principle behind this though I have not read this article yet. The training a gave was title “Bring Out The Best in You.” It was given to JCI members when I was the National Vice President of teh national body. many years later, some members came to me sharing that it was the training that motivated them to go higher level in the wonderful young leadership training organization.

I have converted the training into an ebook with the same title 4 months ago but still wanted to refined it, this LooK for The Good message can be found in chapter 3: Do I really Know MySelf Well?.

If you download the ebook, I appreciate if you can email me your comment so that I can improve it.

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One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. ‘Really?’ she heard whispered. ‘I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!’ and, ‘I didn’t know others liked me so much,’ were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in� VietNam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin..

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. ‘Were you Mark’s math teacher?’ he asked. ! She nodded: ‘yes.’ Then he said: ‘Mark talked about you a lot.’

After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmate! s went together to a luncheon. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

‘We want to show you something,’ his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket ‘They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.’

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him.

‘Thank you so much for doing that,’ Mark’s mother said. ‘As you can see, Mark treasured it.’

All of Mark’s former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, ‘I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.’

Chuck’s wife said, ‘Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.’

‘I have mine too,’ Marilyn said. ‘It’s in my diary’

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. ‘I carry this with me at all times,’ Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: ‘I think we all saved our lists’

That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful. But it’s up to U to fwd this one. !

If you’ve received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you ! care.

If you’re ‘too busy’ to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn’t do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?

The more people that you send this to, the better you’ll be at reaching out to those you care about.

Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

May Your Day Be Blessed And As Special As You

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Take Good Care of Your Parents

jaunesk — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 08:15:48 +0000

A note from a friend to say that This is worth reading…

A simple man tells how his booking an air ticket for his father, his first flight,�� brought emotions
and made him realize that how much we all take for granted when it comes to our parents.

My parents left for our native place on Thursday and we went to the airport to see them off. In fact,
my father had never traveled by air before,�� so I just took this opportunity to make him experience the
same. In spite of being asked to book tickets by train, I got them tickets on Lufthansa.

The moment I handed over the tickets to him, he was surprised to see that I had booked them by air.
The excitement was very apparent on his face, waiting for the time of travel. Just like a school boy, he was
preparing himself on that day and we all�� went to the airport, right from using the trolley for his
luggage, the baggage check-in and asking for�� window seat and waiting restlessly for the security check-in to happen.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself and I, too, was overcome with joy watching him experience all these
things.

As they were about to go in for the security check-in, he walked up to me with tears in his eyes and thanked me. He became very emotional and it was not as if I had done something great but the fact that
this meant a great deal to him.

When he said thanks, I told him there was no need to thank me.

But later, thinking about the entire incident, I looked�� back at my life.

As a child how many dreams our parents have made come true. Without understanding the financial
situation, we ask for football, dresses, toys, outings, etc. Irrespective of their affordability, they have satisfied to all our needs. Did we ever think about the sacrifices they�� had to make to accommodate many of our wishes?

Did we ever say thanks for all that they have done for us?

Same way, today when it comes to our children, we always think that we should put them in a good school. Regardless of the amount of donation, we will ensure that we will have to give the child the best, theme parks, toys, etc.. But we tend to forget that our parents have sacrificed a lot for our�� sake�� to see
us happy, so it is our responsibility to ensure that their dreams are realized and what they failed to see
when they�� were young, it is our responsibility to ensure that they experience all those and their life
is complete.

Many times, when my parents had asked me some questions, I have actually answered back without
patience. When my daughter asks me something, I have been very polite in answering. Now I realize how they would have felt at those moments.

Let us realize that old age is a second childhood and just as we take care of our children, the same
attention and same care need to be given to our parents and elders.

Rather than my dad saying thank you to me, I would want to say sorry for making him wait so long for this small dream. I do realize how much he has sacrificed for my sake and I will do my best to give the best
possible attention to all their wishes. Just because they are old does not mean that they will have to give up everything and keep sacrificing for their grandchildren also. They have wishes, too.

Take care of your� parents .

Pls pass on this mail to every child who loves parents and want to love them more & parents who are
just starting to raise their children…. ..

Why God Allow Pain

jaunesk — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 08:15:45 +0000

A Friend of Mine send me this message some times ago, it may answer your doubt.

This is one of the best explanations of
Why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen…

A As They When the
‘Why ‘Well, God Tell Would
If I The The
Just ‘You ‘How ‘I ‘No!’ if
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If If
BE man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut & his beard trimmed.
the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.
talked about so many things and various subjects.
they eventually touched on the subject of God,
barber said: �’I don’t believe that God exists.’
do you say that?’ asked the customer.
you just have to go out in the street to realize that
doesn’t exist.
me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?
there be abandoned children?
God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.
can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.’
customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument.
barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.
after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. �He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:
know what? Barbers do not exist.’
can you say that?’ asked the surprised barber.
am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!’
the customer exclaimed. ‘Barbers don’t exist because
they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.’
but barbers DO exist!
what happens when people do not come to me.’
16;Exactly!’ affirmed the customer.
16;That’s the point! God, too, DOES exist!
what happens when people do not go to Him
don’t look to Him for help.
why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.’
you think God exists, send this to other people—
you think God does not exist, ignore it!
BLESSED & BE A BLESSING TO OTHERS !

So you want to be a Millionaire.

jaunesk — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 05:28:58 +0000

Have you read the book The Millionaires Next Door by Dr.Thomas J. Stanley and wonder whether is it true that there is a millionaire living next door to you without you noticing it. Well, there is. And I think I won’t left my friend who send me the tomato story see this otherwise, he will quit his job not to sell tomato but cleaning car. Have a nice day.

Millionaire window washer – video powered by Metacafe

This is worth reading…

jaunesk — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 02:54:03 +0000

A friend of mine send me this email which I think is really worth reading. If you know the original source, let me know so that the writer or the source can be duely credited and recognized. I did not change a word not even the color of the font, it�is same as the email I received

Think about it, Who have we been taking for granted lately?

This is worth reading…

� � A simple man tells how his booking an air ticket for his father, his first flight,�brought emotions and made him realize that how much we all take for
granted when it comes to our parents.

� � My parents left for our native place on Thursday and we went to the airport to see them off. In fact, my father had never traveled by air before, � �so I just took this opportunity to make him experience the same. In spite of being asked to book tickets by train, I got them tickets on Lufthansa.

� � The moment I handed over the tickets to him, he was surprised to see that I had booked them by air. The excitement was very apparent on his face, waiting for the time of travel. Just like a school boy, he was preparing himself on that day and we all � �went to the airport, right from using the trolley for his luggage, the baggage check-in and asking for�window
seat and waiting restlessly for the security check-in to happen.

� � He was thoroughly enjoying himself and I, too, was overcome with joy watching him experience all these things. �
� � �
� � As they were about to go in for the security check-in, he walked up to me with tears in his eyes and thanked me. He became very emotional and it was not as if I had done something great but the fact that this meant a great deal to him.

� � When he said thanks, I told him there was no need to thank me.
� � �
� � But later, thinking about the entire incident, I looked � �back at my life.
� � �
� � As a child how many dreams our parents have made come true. Without understanding the financial situation, we ask for football, dresses, toys,
outings, etc. Irrespective of their affordability, they have satisfied to all our needs. Did we ever think about the sacrifices they � �had to make to
accommodate many of our wishes?

� � Did we ever say thanks for all that they have done for us?
� � �
� � Same way, today when it comes to our children, we always think that we should put them in a good school.
Regardless of the amount of donation, we will ensure that we will have to give the child the best, theme parks, toys, etc.. But we tend to forget that our
parents have sacrificed a lot for our � sake � to see us happy, so it is our responsibility to ensure that their dreams are realized and what they failed to see when they � �were young, it is our responsibility to ensure that they experience all those and their life is complete.

� � Many times, when my parents had asked me some questions, I have actually answered back without patience. When my daughter asks me something, I have been very polite in answering. Now I realize how they would have felt at those moments.

� � Let us realize that old age is a second childhood and just as we take care of our children, the same attention and same care need to be given to our
parents and elders.

� � Rather than my dad saying thank you to me, I would want to say sorry for making him wait so long for this small dream. I do realize how much he has sacrificed for my sake and I will do my best to give the best possible attention to all their wishes. Just because they are old does not mean that they will have to give up everything and keep sacrificing for their
grandchildren also. They have wishes, too.

� � Take care of your �parents .
� � �
� � Pls pass on this mail to every child who loves parents and want to love them more & parents who are just starting to raise their children…. ..