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		<title>How much u care for ur wife//husband ???????????</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Numerology – the guiding and refining science, describes in detail about the characteristics of persons governed by different numbers and their effect on relationships.
Birth Number 1 (Born on 1st, 10th, 19th &#38; 28th)
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><span style="color:green;"><strong>Numerology </strong></span>– the guiding and refining science, describes in detail about the characteristics of persons governed by different numbers and their effect on relationships.</p>
<p><span style="color:red;"><strong>Birth Number 1 (Born on 1st, 10th, 19th &amp; 28th)</strong></span><br />
<strong>Number 1 as a husband</strong>: He is generous and desires his wife to be popular in the society. He wants is family members to act according to his will and does not tolerate anyone flouting his words. He loves home life and love to spend most of his time at home. He is an emotional person and a dreamer. He desires to have a wife with a very attractive personality, charming manners and intelligence.</p>
<p><strong>Number 1 as a wife</strong> : She is a good companion to her husband. She is intelligent. Her home is a social center. She is friendly in manners, aristocratic by her dignity and attracts people at her home and commands great respect. Her interests are wide. She takes interest in the business of her husband. She pays great attention to the welfare of her husband and children.</p>
<p><strong>Valentine Gift</strong> : Regal items fit for a queen or king. The colour most attractive to Number 1 is of course gold! Items to crown or wear in the hair are always a good bet. Present white or yellow coloured gifts to your dear ones to improve relationship.</p>
<p><span style="color:green;"><strong>Birth Number 2 (Born on 2nd, 11th, 20th &amp; 29th)</strong></span><br />
<strong>Number 2 as a husband</strong> : Number 2 is the symbol of dualism in everything. As a result, it has been experienced that husbands governed by number two are of two characteristic types. 1st type : He is domineering and critical. Nothing satisfies him easily. He wants everything to be given to him without asking for it. 2nd type : He is not very active in social matters. His main concern in life is money. He has a love and attraction for the home, and likes the company of children. He loves to have his wife with a better personality than what he has.</p>
<p><strong>Number 2 as a wife</strong> : She is sympathetic and affectionate. She is satisfied with anything her husband provides her with. However, she is moody, changeable and very sensitive. She is very friendly and has a feeling of comfort. She decorates her home in a luxurious way. She is very patient and adjusts to circumstances with ease.</p>
<p><strong>Valentine Gift</strong> : Home products, kitchen goods, anything for the home makes them the happiest. Present yellow or pink coloured gifts to your dear ones to improve relationship.</p>
<p><span style="color:green;"><strong>Birth Number 3 (Born on 3rd, 12th, 21st &amp; 30th)</strong></span><br />
<strong>Number 3 as a husband</strong> : He loves to have an attractive and intelligent wife. He is very loving and caring by nature. He generally marries a girl above his economic status. He is attracted to beauty, and chooses a very beautiful wife. He desires a wife who can not only be his life partner, but also his best friend.</p>
<p><strong>Number 3 as a wife</strong>: She is the best companion to her husband. She is efficient in house-keeping, very sympathetic and caring towards her children. She is better adapted to family life. She likes a luxurious life and desires her home to be heavenly beautiful. She is devoted, kind , sympathetic, but easy – going.</p>
<p><strong>Valentine Gift</strong> : Flowers, Books and writing accessories are the best to gift. Present pink or purple coloured gifts to your dear ones to improve relationship.</p>
<p><span style="color:green;"><strong>Birth Number 4 (Born on 4th, 13th, 22nd &amp; 31st)</strong></span><br />
<strong>Number 4 as a husband </strong>: They are witty, intelligent and expect wives to share their views. They are domineering. They want the home to be run as per their ideas. They are kind and loving. But they are always critical of everything, and this could create tension in the family.</p>
<p><strong>Number 4 as a wife</strong> : They are smart and attractive. They have a strong will power. They dress very lavishly. They are dominating and always restless. They love their homes, but are not attached to it very much.</p>
<p><strong>Valentine Gift</strong> : Books, Candies and delicious food turns them on. Present yellow, golden or brown coloured gifts to your dear ones to improve relationship.</p>
<p><span style="color:green;"><strong>Birth Number 5 (Born on 5th, 10th, 19th &amp; 28th)</strong></span><br />
<strong>Number 5 as a husband</strong> : He selects a wife of his own choice. He expects her to be an ideal wife. He is very cautious about the dressing sense of his wife. He loves his children and is fond of home. He is liberal in spending on clothes and riches. He furnishes his house with elegant taste.</p>
<p><strong>Number 5 as a wife </strong>: She is a fine companion. She is intelligent and friendly. Her interests are wide. She pays full attention to the welfare of her husband and children. She engages in many activities and has interests at home as well as outside which she manages well.</p>
<p><strong>Valentine Gift</strong> : Number 5 are crazy for gadgets. Cell phone accessories, computer and technology rich gadgets make them happiest. Present light blue or green coloured gifts to your dear ones to improve relationship.</p>
<p><span style="color:green;"><strong>Birth Number 6 (Born on 6th, 15th &amp; 24th)</strong></span><br />
<strong>Number 6 as a husband </strong>: He expects his partner to be very charming and graceful. He loves his children and home. He is very kind, generous and devoted. Art is everything to him. He desires to have wife whom he can be proud of.</p>
<p><strong>Number 6 as a wife</strong> : She is a devoted mother and a loving wife. She loves domestic life and is a perfect homemaker. She is a fine companion, intelligent and kind hearted. She makes others jealous by her behaviour. She endures extreme hardships for the sake of her husband.</p>
<p><strong>Valentine Gift </strong>: Soft blankets, shirts, scarves make them just feel so good. Luxury items also top the list with Number twos. Present white, pink or blue coloured gifts to your dear ones to improve relationship.</p>
<p><span style="color:green;"><strong>Birth Number 7 (Born on 7th, 16th &amp; 25th)</strong></span><br />
<strong>Number 7 as a husband</strong> : He is very emotional but understands the feelings of his wife. He is liberal, and fond of picnics and travel. Usually he is suspicious about his wife. He is critical about everything and that creates family tensions. He is a spendthrift and likes to live lavishly.</p>
<p><strong>Number 7 as a wife</strong> : she is always moody. Her behaviour is unpredictable. She gets disturbed over trivial matters and becomes restless. She expects her husband to take good care of her but always finds herself dissatisfied because of insufficient care from him. She loves to be alone.</p>
<p><strong>Valentine Gift </strong>: Gifts that might not be costly but unique and made with creativity top the list of number seven people. Present magenta, orange or white coloured gifts to your dear ones to improve relationship.</p>
<p><span style="color:green;"><strong>Birth Number 8 (Born on 8th, 17th &amp; 26th)</strong></span><br />
Number 8 as a husband : Usually, he does not have any desire to get married, and is not much attracted to girls. He prefers to be alone. Even if he marries, it is at a very late age. He often makes his married life miserable. He is very orthodox and dislikes modern ideas and modern dresses for his wife. If he wants a happy married life, he should select a wife who would like to devote herself to philosophy.</p>
<p><strong>Number 8 as a wife </strong>: She has a masculine personality. She is systematic, enjoys family life and likes to make sacrifices for her children and husband. She lacks feminine warmth, and sentiments.</p>
<p><strong>Valentine Gift</strong> : Something unexpected is always welcome (but make sure you don&#8217;t go against their choices). Clothes and gedgets are among the most favourites. Present blue or black coloured gifts to your dear ones to improve relationship.</p>
<p><span style="color:green;"><strong>Birth Number 9 (Born on 9th, 18th &amp; 27th)</strong></span><br />
Number 9 as a husband : He is fond of a good-looking wife, family and children. He lives in a peaceful house. He is often suspicious of his wife.</p>
<p><strong>Number 9 as a wife </strong>: She is a witty and clever conversationalist. She is a very ambitious person and takes active part in business matters.</p>
<p><strong>Valentine Gift</strong> : If you are thinking of clothing pick something in the color red for this sun sign. Anything made of metal and sharp objects are hugely fascinating to them. Collectible swords or pocketknives are nice gifts to them. Present red or maroon coloured gifts to your dear ones to improve relationship</p>
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		<title>juz worry abt 2 things in life</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 18:29:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are only two things in life to worry about:
Whether you are well
or whether you are sick.
If you are well,
then there is nothing to worry about.
But if you are sick,
there are only two things to worry about:
Whether you are going to get well
or whether you are going to die.
If you get well,
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>There are only two things in life to worry about:<br />
Whether you are well<br />
or whether you are sick.<br />
If you are well,<br />
then there is nothing to worry about.<br />
But if you are sick,<br />
there are only two things to worry about:<br />
Whether you are going to get well<br />
or whether you are going to die.<br />
If you get well,<br />
then there is nothing to worry about.<br />
But if you die,<br />
there are only two things to worry about:<br />
Whether you are going to go to heaven<br />
or whether you are going to go to hell.<br />
If you go to heaven,<br />
then you have nothing to worry about.<br />
But if you go to hell,<br />
you&#8217;ll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends,<br />
that you won&#8217;t have time to worry!<br />
So, Why Worry?</p>
<p>Be Happy</p>
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		<title>The last ride</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 20:23:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I got this truly beautiful fwd and thought would share it here,hope you all think so too!!!!
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy&#8217;s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss.
What I did not realize was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=arasur.wordpress.com&blog=1449818&post=357&subd=arasur&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>I got this truly beautiful fwd and thought would share it here,hope you all think so too!!!!</p>
<p>Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy&#8217;s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss.</p>
<p>What I did not realize was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives.</p>
<p>I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep. But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night.</p>
<p>I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some people who had been partying, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.</p>
<p>Under such circumstances, many drivers just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door.</p>
<p>This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. &#8220;Just a minute,&#8221; answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase.</p>
<p>The <a id="KonaLink0" class="kLink" href="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/#" target="_top"><span style="color:blue !important;font-weight:400;font-size:13.3333px;position:static;"><span class="kLink" style="color:blue !important;font-family:verdana,geneva,lucida,&quot;font-weight:400;font-size:13.3333px;position:static;">apartment</span></span></a> looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and <a id="KonaLink1" class="kLink" href="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/#" target="_top"><span style="color:blue !important;font-weight:400;font-size:13.3333px;position:static;"><span class="kLink" style="color:blue !important;font-family:verdana,geneva,lucida,&quot;font-weight:400;font-size:13.3333px;position:static;">glassware</span></span></a>.</p>
<p>&#8220;Would you carry my bag out to the car?&#8221; she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm, and we walked slowly toward the curb.</p>
<p>She kept thanking me for my kindness. &#8220;It&#8217;s nothing,&#8221; I told her. &#8220;I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.&#8221; &#8220;Oh, you&#8217;re such a good boy,&#8221; she said.</p>
<p>When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, &#8220;Can you drive through downtown?&#8221; &#8220;It&#8217;s not the shortest way,&#8221; I answered quickly. &#8220;Oh, I don&#8217;t mind,&#8221; she said. &#8220;I&#8217;m in no hurry. I&#8217;m on my way to a hospice.&#8221; I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening. &#8220;I don&#8217;t have any family left,&#8221; she continued. &#8220;The doctor says I don&#8217;t have very long.&#8221;</p>
<p>I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. &#8220;What route would you like me to take?&#8221; I asked.</p>
<p>For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a <a id="KonaLink2" class="kLink" href="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/#" target="_top"><span style="color:blue !important;font-weight:400;font-size:13.3333px;position:static;"><span class="kLink" style="border-bottom:1px solid blue;color:blue !important;font-family:verdana,geneva,lucida,&quot;font-weight:400;font-size:13.3333px;position:static;padding-bottom:1px;background-color:transparent;">furniture </span><span class="kLink" style="border-bottom:1px solid blue;color:blue !important;font-family:verdana,geneva,lucida,&quot;font-weight:400;font-size:13.3333px;position:static;padding-bottom:1px;background-color:transparent;">warehouse</span></span></a> that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.</p>
<p>Sometimes she&#8217;d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, &#8220;I&#8217;m tired. Let&#8217;s go now.&#8221;</p>
<p>We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.</p>
<p>I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.</p>
<p>&#8220;How much do I owe you?&#8221; she asked, reaching into her purse. &#8220;Nothing,&#8221; I said.</p>
<p>&#8220;You have to make a living,&#8221; she answered. &#8220;There are other passengers,&#8221; I responded.</p>
<p>Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. &#8220;You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,&#8221; she said. &#8220;Thank you.&#8221;</p>
<p>I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.</p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don&#8217;t think that I have done anything more important in my life.</p>
<p>We&#8217;re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware; beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.</p>
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		<title>how to be liked by everyone?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[As far as i know,when you want people to have divertion towards you i.e.,u want people attracted towards you,the below simple tips will help you..
1. be neat and clean always,presentation is more important for you
2. smile,smile and smile..have a smiling face..world will come towards ur feet.every morning just see the mirror and have a big [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=arasur.wordpress.com&blog=1449818&post=354&subd=arasur&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>As far as i know,when you want people to have divertion towards you i.e.,u want people attracted towards you,the below simple tips will help you..<br />
1. be neat and clean always,presentation is more important for you<br />
2. smile,smile and smile..have a smiling face..world will come towards ur feet.every morning just see the mirror and have a big smile..the whole day u will be happy<br />
3. the next villain is bad breath and yellow teeth..this makes people lessens the interest towards you.so,brush twice daily and tongue should be cleaned two times a day and have a gum with you always,so that whenever ur mouth becomes dry,it will help.<br />
4. whenever u shop,first decide what colors match and have a list<br />
so that u can avoid &#8220;just taking whatever u feel&#8221; attitude ..even if the clothes are little bit expensive,it will mould u so much..<br />
5. body language is more important,so be smart and think sharp<br />
6. when u will be positive,ur thinking process changes and u will be young alway</p>
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		<title>For succesful RELATIONSHIP</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 18:15:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[10 recommendations Family Guidance and Reformation Department at the Dubai Courts gives to newly married couples
Recommendations to wives
* Men are different from women
* Men are not talkative, so don&#8217;t nag
* Men like to be the focus of a woman&#8217;s attention so don&#8217;t ignore them or make them feel unwanted
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>10 recommendations Family Guidance and Reformation Department at the Dubai Courts gives to newly married couples</p>
<p>Recommendations to wives</p>
<p>* Men are different from women<br />
* Men are not talkative, so don&#8217;t nag<br />
* Men like to be the focus of a woman&#8217;s attention so don&#8217;t ignore them or make them feel unwanted<br />
* Men like to talk about their work, so don&#8217;t expect them to talk about everything you like<br />
* Men may have a hard time expressing their feelings, so don&#8217;t force them to say something they don&#8217;t want to say<br />
* Men by nature hate failure, so try not to criticise them<br />
* Men like to be alone when they get angry, so don&#8217;t intrude on their solitude<br />
* Men are capable of solving problems, so don&#8217;t impose your  thoughts on them<br />
* Men don&#8217;t shop that much and they like a contented woman, so don&#8217;t be too demanding<br />
* Men like a woman who can satisfy their desires, so shower them with love and care as well as appreciation</p>
<p>Recommendations to husbands</p>
<p>* Women are different from men<br />
* Women are more sensitive and emotional and expect your support all the time<br />
* Women like a man who flirts with them and satisfies them sexually<br />
* Women like to talk about themselves, so don&#8217;t criticise them<br />
* Women like shopping and spending money, so don&#8217;t be a miser. Try to offer her gifts and invite her to go out frequently<br />
* Women like to feel loved and cared for<br />
* Don&#8217;t think of committing adultery because it is very harsh on a woman&#8217;s feelings<br />
* Women like to be heard or listened to, so don&#8217;t stay away from your wife<br />
* Women&#8217;s moods and attitudes change during pregnancy and  menstruation so take this into consideration<br />
* Women need a man to trust and rely on, so don&#8217;t disappoint her</p>
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		<title>Salt in Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 18:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The old Master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it.
&#8220;How does it taste?&#8221; the Master asked.
&#8220;Awful,&#8221; spat the apprentice.
The Master chuckled and then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the lake.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>The old Master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it.</p>
<p>&#8220;How does it taste?&#8221; the Master asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;Awful,&#8221; spat the apprentice.</p>
<p>The Master chuckled and then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the lake.</p>
<p>The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and when the apprentice swirled his handful of salt into the lake, the old man said, &#8220;Now drink from the lake.&#8221;</p>
<p>As the water dripped down the young man&#8217;s chin, the Master asked, &#8220;How does it taste?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Good!&#8221; remarked the apprentice. &#8220;Do you taste the salt?&#8221; asked the Master. &#8220;No,&#8221; said the young man.</p>
<p>The Master sat beside this troubled young man, took his hands, and said, &#8220;The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less.</p>
<p>The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount we taste the &#8216;pain&#8217; depends on the container we put it into.</p>
<p>So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things &#8230;..</p>
<p>Stop being a glass. Become a lake!&#8221;</p>
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		<title>I bet u cant answer this quiz</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 17:08:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You don&#8217;t actually have to take the quiz. Just read straight through, and you&#8217;ll get the point, an awesome one. &#8230;.. 

Take this quiz:
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.
4. Name ten people who have won [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=arasur.wordpress.com&blog=1449818&post=331&subd=arasur&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#800000;font-family:Verdana;">You don&#8217;t actually have to take the quiz. Just read straight through, and you&#8217;ll get the point, an awesome one. &#8230;.. </span></strong></p>
<p><tt><br />
<strong><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;">Take this quiz:<br />
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.<br />
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.<br />
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.<br />
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.<br />
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor actress.<br />
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.<br />
How did you do?</p>
<p></span></strong><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#ff0000;font-family:Verdana;"><strong>The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are<br />
no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields.<br />
But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten.<br />
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners. </strong></span></tt></p>
<p><strong><tt><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:<br />
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.<br />
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.<br />
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.<br />
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel, appreciated and special.<br />
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.<br />
6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you. Easier? </span></tt></strong></p>
<p align="center"><tt><strong><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#ff0000;font-family:Verdana;">The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not<br />
the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care</span></strong></tt></p>
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		<title>struggle in life</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 17:06:54 +0000</pubDate>
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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 [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=arasur.wordpress.com&blog=1449818&post=330&subd=arasur&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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<p><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;">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 further.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;">So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;">The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;">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.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;">Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;">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&#8217;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.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;"></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;">Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.</span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;">We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly! </span></p>
<p></span></p>
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		<title>Unconditional Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 17:02:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. 
&#8220;Mom and Dad, I&#8217;m coming home, but I&#8217;ve a favor to ask. I have a friend I&#8217;d like to bring home with me.&#8221; 
&#8220;Sure,&#8221; they replied, &#8220;we&#8217;d love to meet him.&#8221; 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#3300cc;font-family:Verdana;"> story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#3300cc;font-family:Verdana;">&#8220;Mom and Dad, I&#8217;m coming home, but I&#8217;ve a favor to ask. I have a friend I&#8217;d like to bring home with me.&#8221; </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#3300cc;font-family:Verdana;">&#8220;Sure,&#8221; they replied, &#8220;we&#8217;d love to meet him.&#8221; </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#3300cc;font-family:Verdana;">&#8220;There&#8217;s something you should know the son continued, &#8220;he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us.&#8221; </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#3300cc;font-family:Verdana;">&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live.&#8221; </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#3300cc;font-family:Verdana;">&#8220;No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.&#8221; </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#3300cc;font-family:Verdana;">&#8220;Son,&#8221; said the father, &#8220;you don&#8217;t know what you&#8217;re asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can&#8217;t let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He&#8217;ll find a way to live on his own.&#8221; </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#3300cc;font-family:Verdana;">At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn&#8217;t know, their son had only one arm and one leg. </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#3300cc;font-family:Verdana;">The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don&#8217;t like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren&#8217;t as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there&#8217;s someone who won&#8217;t treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are. </span></p>
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<p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;">Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!! </span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#ff0033;font-family:Verdana;">There&#8217;s a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don&#8217;t know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always brings And you realize that Friendship Is God&#8217;s most precious gift! </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#ff0033;font-family:Verdana;">Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. </span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[ My mom only had one eye. I hated her&#8230;. She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.
There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p> My mom only had one eye. I hated her&#8230;. She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.<br />
There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.<br />
How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, &#8216;EEEE, your mom only has one eye!&#8217;<br />
I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, &#8216; If you&#8217;re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don&#8217;t you just die?&#8217;<br />
My mom did not respond&#8230; I didn&#8217;t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.<br />
I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.<br />
Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn&#8217;t seen me in years and she didn&#8217;t even meet her grandchildren.<br />
When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, &#8216;How dare you come to my house and scare my children!&#8217; GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!&#8217;<br />
And to this, my mother quietly answered, &#8216;Oh, I&#8217;m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,&#8217; and she disappeared out of sight.<br />
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.<br />
My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.<br />
&#8216;My dearest son,</p>
<p>I think of you all the time. I&#8217;m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.<br />
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I&#8217;m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.<br />
You see&#8230;&#8230;..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn&#8217;t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.<br />
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.<br />
With all my love to you,<br />
Your mother.</p>
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Always seek to resolve your problems or disagreements with loved ones because if either of you should pass on before, the one who is left alive will have the rest of their life to ponder those unresolved feelings but will never find closure. And closure usually brings Peace</p>
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