Some words: Yes.........Today i am going to share the best story I have ever read.....................It's a true story which makes it more interesting and something unforgettable..............

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And the Story is:
As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat at, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does h is work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher w rote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs.Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents.. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."

After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life!

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

Warm someone's heart today. . . and read this to someone. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? just "do it".

God bless you........

Buddha never forgot the promise he make to king Bimbisara to return and give him teachings. So when the time was right, he journeyed to Rajagriha.


Outside this royal city was a hill called Vulture's Peak, and Buddha and many his disciples went and lived in caves there.


King Bimbisara often went to Vulture's Peak to hear the words of the Buddha. The people of the city went also, and soon the number of Buddha's followers grew very large.


After some time, the King and several other rich people gave Buddha and his followers parks where everyone could stay and listen to his teachings in comfort.


Buddha's cousin, Devadatta, became very jealous. "He has so many people following him, " he thought, "and everyone shows him so much respect. But they all ignore me, and I am as great as he is. I must destroy him !"


He knew that he would need help in killing the Buddha, so he went to King Billiards's son."Don't you want to be King ?" he asked.

" Why should your father have all the wealth and power ?" Come, if you help me kill the Buddha, I shall help you kill your father. Then you can become King in his place." The King's son listened to these wicked words and agreed.


Then the two of them tried many ways to murder the Buddha.

One day, while Buddha was sitting in meditation near Vulture's Peak, they rolled a very large boulder down the hill towards him. But just before it was going to crush him, the rock split in half, leaving Buddha unharmed.


Another time, Buddha was walking through the city with several of his closet disciples.The two men knew he was coming and were ready. They had bought an elephant and gave it lots of liquor to drink.


When the elephant was quite drunk, they beat it with sticks until it was crazy with anger. Then they released it in the direction of the Buddha, hoping the elephant would trample him to death.


When the disciples saw the enraged elephant charging towards them, they ran away in fear. All except Ananda, Buddha's closet companion, who stayed by his teacher's side, holding onto Buddha's robe.


Buddha saw the elephant coming and , instead of being frightened or angry, felt great love and pity for the poor beast.

Even though the elephant was drunk and crazed, it felt the power of Buddha's love.It stopped charging and walked over to the Buddha meekly, and then bowed down its large head at Buddha's feet.

Buddha patted the elephant gently an turned and said to Ananda,"The only way to destroy hatred is with love. Hatred can not be defeated with more hatred."

Once a general manager wanted to test his people who had come from all over world, about their values of life.


He announced that in their seminar folder, there is PVC pouch and in it there is a seed. When they return , they must put it in a good soil in a pot and look after it very well.


He would hold a competition in the next year's seminar and that the best plants would be awarded suitably.




Everyone did what was told to him. A year passed quickly. And next year in a big hall, there were hundreds of pots and a great variety of plants-a great scene.


Except one pot in which the soil was there and no plant! The owner was standing quietly and seemingly ashamed of himself!


The general manager called him on the stage. He asked him what happened and he told him the truth. He planted the seed which he was given – and did that was to be done- but nothing happened!


The general manager declared him the winner!


Everyone was shocked. It was announced, "Gentlemen! The seeds I gave you were boiled seeds. You planted them and nothing happened! You acted smartly and used some other seeds.


This man was honest to his work and, therefore he did not cheat me or himself!"

The Sadhu

Akbar came to the throne when he was only thirteen years old. In the years that followed, he built on of the greatest empires of his time. He lived in unimaginable splendour. He was surrounded by courtiers who agreed with every word he said, who flattered him and treated him as if he were a god. Perhaps it was not surprising that Emperor Akbar was sometimes arrogant and behaved as if the whole world belonged to him. One day, Birbal decided to make the great emperor stop and think about life.

That evening as the emperor was going towards his palace, he noticed a sadhu lying in the centre of his garden. He could not believe his eyes. A strange sadhu, in ragged clothes, right in the middle of the palace garden? The guards would have to be punished for this, thought the emperor furiously as he walked over to the sadhu and prodded him with the tip of his embroidered slipper. "Here, fellow!" he cried. "What are you doing here? Get up and go away at once!"

The sadhu opened his eyes. Then he sat up slowly. "Huzoor," he said in a sleepy voice. "Is this your garden, then?"

"Yes!" cried the Emperor. "This garden those rose bushes, the fountain beyond that, the courtyard, the palace, this fort, this empire, it all belongs to me!"

Slowly the sadhu stood up. "And the river, Huzoor? And the city of Agra? And Hindustan?"

"Yes, yes, it's all mine", said the emperor. "now get out!"

"Ah", said the sadhu. "And before you, Huzoor. Who did the garden and fort and city belong to then?"

"My father, of course", said the emperor. In spite of his irritation. he was beginning to get interested in the sadhu's questions. he loved philosophical discussions and he could tell, from his manner of speaking, that the sadhu was a learned man.

"And who was here before him?" the sadhu asked quietly.

"His father, my father's father, as you know."

"Ah", said the sadhu. So this garden, those rose bushes, the palace and the fort all this has only belonged to you for your lifetime. Before that they belonged to your father, am I right? And after yours time they will belong to your son, and then to his son?

"Yes", said the Emperor Akbar wonderingly.

"So each one stays here for a time and then goes on his ways?"

"Yes."

"Like a dharmashala?" the sadhu asked. "No one owns a dharmashala. Or the shade of a tree on the side of a road. We stop and rest for a while and then go on. And someone has always been there before us and someone will always come after we have gone. Is that not so?"

"It is", Emperor Akbar quietly.

"So your garden, your palace, your fort, your empire... these are only places you will stay in for a time, for the span of your lifetime. When you die, they will no longer belong to you. You will go, leaving them in the possession of someone else, just as your father did and his father before him."

Emperor Akbar nodded. "The whole world is a dharmashala", he said slowly, thinking very hard. "In which we mortals rest awhile. That's what you are telling me, isn't it? Nothing on this earth can ever belong to a single person, because each person is only passing through the earth and must die one day?"

The sadhu nodded solemnly. Then, bowing to the ground, he removed his white beard and saffron turban and his voice changed. "Jahanpanah, forgive me!" he said, in his normal voice. "It was my way of asking you to think about..."

"Birbal, oh, Birbal!" the emperor exclaimed. "You are wiser than any philosopher. Come, come at once to the royal chamber and let us discuss this further. Even emperors are but wayfarers on the path of life, it is clear!"

Someone very special sent an email to me..........wants to share with all of you..................this is the most touching, wonderful and awesome story i have ever read..........some thoughts which are just so so awe-inspiring.............well here is the story.......................


>
> 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 Viet
>Nam 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 too 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 classmates 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: Send 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
>
> 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?
>
> Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives
>of others comes back into your own.
>
> May Your Day Be As Blessed As You Are Special.._,_.___


Have a blessed day...........

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole.

Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.

Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It was never able to fly.

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly.

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My personal suggestion of the day:

Life is the name of Strength from Adversity but learn from every incident, everything you ever come across............................life is the biggest university and i hope all of you will be at least graduate from it with LEVEL A

:))

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