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Hello my fellow bloggers, I do have to admit that I do have to disappear once in a while thus I apologize for that but I have been working on something exciting which you’ll get to know in a few months time. SO until them let me share another interesting mail with you all that I had received recently…

“A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for her at the door.

 SON: ‘Mummy, may I ask you a question?’

 MUM: ‘Yeah sure, what it is?’ replied the woman.

 SON: ‘Mummy, how much do you make an hour?’

 MUM: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’ the woman said angrily.
 SON: ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?’

 MUM: ‘If you must know, I make   Rs. 50 an hour(roughly a Dollar).’

 SON: ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down.

 SON: ‘Mummy, may I please borrow Rs.25?’

 The mother was furious, ‘If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish.

 I don’t work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.’

 The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door..

 The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

 After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down , and started to think:

 Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.25.00 and she really didn’t ask for money very often.The woman went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

 ‘Are you asleep, son?’ She asked.

 ‘No Mummy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy.

 ‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier’ said the woman. ‘It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the Rs.25 you asked for.’

 The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you Mummy!’ he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

 The woman saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

 The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.

 ‘Why do you want more money if you already have some?’ the mother grumbled.

 ‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied.

 ‘Mummy, I have Rs.50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.’

 The mother was crushed. She put his arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness.

 It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers
 without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember  to share that R50 worth of your time with someone you love.

 If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. ”

Hope you all did like it and please do try and spread the message by sharing it with your friends… Thanks & Best Wishes…

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A Memorable Loss of Memory…

 Gary Woodsbrough was sitting with his eyes closed in his comfy wooden rocking chair in his house when all of a sudden he was awoken with a jolt, by a really pretty little girl around the age of 7 or 8 years, he did not know. She was wearing a pink frock and gifted him a diary which bore the letters “Happy Birthday, Grandpa!”

 Gary did not remember seeing her before; yet he opened the book and began to read what was written in it. It was a diary, really special, that contained the most memorable incidents and photographs of Gary’s life that was compiled by his only son, Mark. Gary went through all the notes and photos of various cherished incidents that he shared with his son when Mark was small. By looking over the photos again and again he faintly remembered with utmost nostalgia about the secret fishing trips that he and his son went over the creek near the house, or search for rabbits in the nearby forest, or constructing a tree house for his son, to the extent that he even helped his son to find the ideal first date!

 His son had compiled the most precious and invaluable gift ever as a Birthday present for Gary, who was suffering from beginning stages of Alzheimer’s Syndrome. As he closed the book, he felt a warm and caring touch of a hand on his shoulder, later to find out that it was none other than his son, Mark.

With tear-filled eyes, he hugged his son and apologized for the loss of his memory. Gary said, “Son, I am really sorry. I felt really bad that I could not even recognize my own grand-daughter. What’s her name again, I keep forgetting it?”

 “Crystal, Dad.” replied Mark.

 “Ah.. Such a wonderful name! I wish her name would just crystallize in my mind forever. But, I am just not lucky enough to remember all the good moments that I experienced in life.”

 “Dad, it’s Okay. On the other hand I truly feel you are way luckier having the memory loss, not that I am criticizing you or anything. To be frank, as a normal human being without any memory problems we tend to always fret and fume over bad incidents. Jealousy, Ego, Confusion, Hatred, Love, and other things that one experiences in life is not permanent, yet we still tend to remember the bad incidents or situations more than the good ones. However, you get to experience each new thing again and again everyday thereby understanding the hidden beauty behind every new thing, which we fail to see in our busy and complex life. I promise you that we all are there for you, all the time and that you don’t need to worry about anything.”

 “I Love you, Son.”

 “I Love You, Dad.”

 After this talk with his son, Gary learnt to appreciate and value the beauty hidden in everything and everyone till the end of his life. Some times memory loss can also be memorable with the help, love and support of your family always…

Just a really short story that I happened to pen down! Would appreciate your comments and feedback!

Until next time, Happy Blogging…

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