Sharing – A Family story

I was going through my e-mails and I found this story. I cannot express my feeling after reading this story. You guess..

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
“Oh, excuse me please.” was my reply.
He said, “Please excuse me too; I wasn’t watching for you.”

We were very polite, this stranger and I.We went on our way and we said goodbye.But at home a different story is told,How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,My son stood beside me very still.When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
“Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,God’s still small voice came to me and said,
“While dealing with a stranger,common courtesy you use,but the family you love, you seem to abuse.Go and look on the kitchen floor,You’ll find some flowers there by the door.Those are the flowers he brought for you.He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.”

By this time, I felt very small,And now my tears began to fall.I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
“Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said.
“Are these the flowers you picked for me?”
He smiled, “I found ‘em, out by the tree.I picked them because they’re pretty like you.I knew you’d like them, especially the blue.”
I said, “Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today;I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way..”
He said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay.I love you anyway.”
I said, ‘Son, I love you too,and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.’

Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family,an unwise investment indeed,don’t you think?

So what is behind the story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY means?

FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

This is just copy and paste of e-mail. No hard work from me. So will your attitude change towards your family after reading this? This is long running and forwarded e-mail. You may have read this earlier. Did this brought some change in you? It’s not crap and scrap for me. Things will change for me now.

I hate growing up…

rent,taxes,grow-up

That is the bitter truth. All kids want to grow up fast and act like elders. But when we grow up, we want to be like kids. Again. We cannot rollback to kid stage but we express ourselves like above. The human nature defined clearly. We are never satisfied with what we have and always want more, irrespective of our age.

Anyone fully satisfied and don’t want anything else in his life?

Till I find that person…

Think Nonsense…

My Loving Mother

M is for the million things she gave me,

O means only that she’s growing old.

T is for the tears she shed to save me,

H is for her heart of purest gold.

E is for her eyes of love-light shining,

R is right and right she’ll always be!

Put them all together they spell Mother,

the word that means the world to me.

Innosense

A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather’s word processor. She told him she was writing a story. “What’s it about?” he asked. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I can’t read.”

That’s pure innocence. But the post title is different. Frankly speaking I don’t know the meaning of that word. I used it because it resembles nonsense. May be “Innovative Nonsense”.

Back to the story. I don’t know what I did when I was child. But I hear a lot when there is family get together. The whole lot of troubles I did. Somehow it makes me proud that there is no menace boy like me. On the other hand it sets an example for the little ones. Most of the time they imitate elders. But I don’t think (True again…), No one will match me.

Children’s are really the inspiration for nonsense. A little time with them helps me increase my quota.

Think Nonsense..