Critizizing people behind their backs>>>>

  I grew up in a wonderful, loving, positive family. I don’t ever recall my parents criticizing anyone. It just wasn’t allowed in our family. So you can imagine the transition I had to make when I got out on my own and began to receive the stinging criticisms of those I was leading. In fact, one of the most difficult emotional hurdles I faced was in handling criticism. And finally a wise old friend told me, “Kevin, if you’re getting kicked in the rear it means you’re out front.” What he was saying was if you’re going to be a leader, you’re going to be criticized. So get used to it.
  I was went for and conferece In germany on Jan 15th   i was in business to give a presentation on leadership. one of  my friend ask me about a criticisms


     I just tell him this story which i heared before

               A farmer came into town and asked the owner of a restaurant if he could use a million frog legs. The restaurant owner was shocked and asked the man where he could get so many frog legs! The farmer replied, 'There is a pond near my house that is full of frogs - millions of them. They all croak all night long and they are about to make me crazy!' So the restaurant owner and the farmer made an agreement that the farmer would deliver frogs to the restaurant, five hundred at a time for the next several weeks.
The first week, the farmer returned to the restaurant looking rather sheepish, with two scrawny little frogs. The restaurant owner said, 'Well... where are all the frogs?' The farmer said, 'I was mistaken.. There were only these two frogs in the pond. But they sure were making a lot of noise!'

                       Next time you hear someone criticizing or making fun of you, remember, it's probably just a couple of noisy frogs. Also remember that problems always seem bigger in the dark. Have you ever laid in your bed at night worrying about things which seem almost overwhelming like a million frogs croaking? Chances are pretty good that when the morning comes, and you take a closer look, you'll wonder what all the fuss was about.

          

The Unforgetten day!

     

அந்த நாளை என வாழ்நாளில்  மறக்கவே முடியாது . அந்த காலை நேர உறக்கத்தில் இருந்த என்னை தட்டி எழுப்பி  என் அம்மா ஒருவித பதற்றத்துடன் நேரம் ஆகிவிட்டது என்று என்னை எழுப்பி விட கண் திரிந்து பார்த்தல் அன்று எங்கள் வீடே  போர்களம் போல் இருந்தது. எல்லோர் முகத்திலும் ஒரு வித பதற்றம் காணப்பட்ட து  அவர்களின் நடவடிக்கையில் இருந்த அந்த பதற்றம் என்னுள் பயத்தை ஏற்படுத்தியது.

                         அவசரமாக  கிளம்பி தந்தையின் இருச்சகர வாகனத்தில் ஏறி அந்த நீண்ட கருப்பு கேட்  இருந்த வாசலில் நின்றோம் மெதுவாக இறங்கி கேட் ஐ  திறந்து கொண்டு உள்ளே நுழைந்ததும் எங்கோ பல பேர் அழுகுரல் கேட்டது என்னுள் ஒரு வித மரண பயம் தொற்றிக்கொள்ள தந்தையின் கைகளை பற்றிக்கொண்டு அந்த அறையை  நோக்கி நடந்தேன் நெருங்க  நெருங்க அலறல் சத்தம்  அதிகரித்து கொண்டே இருக்க ஏன் இருதைய துடிப்பும்  அதிகர்த்து கொண்டே  இருந்தது.

                                     அந்த அரை குள் ஒரு கும்பலே   மிகவும் சோகத்துடன் அழுது கொண்டு இருந்தனர் அந்த கும்பலை  விள்ளகி  மெல்ல  உள்ளே நகர்தேன் கணேஷ்ம்  , பிரியாவும் அழுது கொண்டு இருக்க ஷீலா அவர்களை ஏதோ சொல்லி சமாதான படுத்தி கொண்டு இருந்தால். என்னை பார்த்ததும் என்னை  அழைத்து பிரியா அருகே அமர சொல்லி ஏதோ சொல்ல முற்பட்டால். அந்த அழுகை அலறல்  சத்தத்தில் அவள் சொன்னது எதுவும் கேட்காமல்   பதற்றம் கலந்த ஏன் முகத்தை கண்டு அவளே புரிந்து கொண்டு ஏன் கைகளை பற்றி காதுக்குள் அதை சொல்ல தொடகினால்.................................................................................

.hi Am shela your LKG class teacher welcome to the first day of the school.

Innocent Love

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw the lady in the cashier
hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 8 or 9 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this
doll.'

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Nanny,
are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy
this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look
around for a cheaper one. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll
to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wan ted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and
not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she
is now. I have to give the doll to my mummy so that she can give it to my
sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God.
Daddy says that Mummy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that
she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister .....''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mummy not to
go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the shops.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then
told me 'I want mummy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mummy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that
she has to go to be with my little sister.'

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check
again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his
without him seeing and we star ted to count it. There was enough for the
doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep
for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mummy
could give it to my sister . He heard me!''

'I also wan ted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I
didn't dare to ask God for too much.. But He gave me enough to buy the doll
and a white rose.''

'My mummy loves white roses.'

As I saw the old lady returning, I left with my basket as to not cause a
scene.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I star
ted .....

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a
drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young
woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to remove the life-sustaining
machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper
that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the
funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and
make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand
with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for
ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is
still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from
him. :(

“I’m sorry, I don’t know.” I love you too

                                 

                                       

                                            Before her 18th birthday, the girl wished to her boy friend a diamond ring. Her boyfriend promised that she will buy a ring. The girl was very happy. She went to salon to have some make-over to look beautiful on her birthday. She bought make-ups, new clothes and new shoes. The night she’s been waiting for arrived. She look elegant, gorgeous. Everybody were focused to her. The party started when her boyfriend arrived with a doll.. The girl get mad at her boyfriend. She thought the she will give her a ring instead of a doll, she threw the doll. The guy ran as fast as he could to save the doll. But a car hit him…he died in hospital after a few hours. The girl felt very sorry, she cried every minute when she remember everything. In the burial the girl cried, she hugged the doll tightly. She was shocked when the doll talked and said “ Happy birthday baby, will you marry me? get the ring on the doll’s pocket hope you like it. I LOVE YOU”. The girl cried so much. The girl went outside and shouted “I’m sorry baby! I don’t know I love you too!”

Dare To Dream

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.

She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and share a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. "You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!"

"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change."

"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose. She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

So  Dare To  Dream!