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Monsson feeling

2011-11-14T02:46:00.001-08:00

A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the Doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. Still groggy from surgery, her husband David held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news. That afternoon of March 10,1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24 weeks pregnant, to Danae Lu Blessing.

At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound and nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor’s soft words dropped like bombs. I don’t think she’s going to make it, he said, as kindly as he could. “There’s only a 10 percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one.” Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Danae would likely face if she survived. She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on. “No! No!” was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.

Through the dark hours of morning as Danae held onto life by the thinnest thread, Diana slipped in and out of sleep, growing more and more determined that their tiny daughter would live, and live to be a healthy, happy young girl. But David, fully awake and listening to additional dire details of their daughter’s chances of ever leaving the hospital alive, much less healthy, knew he must confront his wife with the inevitable. David walked in and said that we needed to talk about making funeral arrangements. Diana remembers, ‘I felt so bad for him because he was doing everything, trying to include me in what was going on, but I just wouldn’t listen, I couldn’t listen. I said, “No, that is not going to happen, no way! I don’t care what the doctors say; Danae is not going to die! One day she will be just fine, and she will be coming home with us!”

As if willed to live by Diana’s determination, Danae clung to life hour after hour, with the help of every medical machine and marvel her miniature body could endure. But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Danae’s under-developed nervous system was essentially raw, the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn’t even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Danae struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl. There was never a moment when Danae suddenly grew stronger.

But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there. At last, when Danae turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later-though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero. Danae went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.

Today, five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She shows no signs, what so ever, of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she is everything a little girl can be and more-but that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Danae was sitting in her mother’s lap in the bleachers of a local ballpark where her brother Dustin’s baseball team was practicing. As always, Danae was chattering non-stop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, Danae asked, “Do you smell that?” Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, “Yes, it smells like rain.” Danae closed her eyes and again asked, “Do you smell that?” Once again, her mother replied, “Yes, I think we’re about to get wet, it smells like rain. Still caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, “No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest.” Tears blurred Diana’s eyes as Danae then happily hopped down to play with the other children.

Before the rains came, her daughter’s words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along. During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Danae on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

Have Dare & Do'nt be afraid

2011-11-14T02:44:00.001-08:00

Here we are, afraid of losing what we have all the time, holding on to it so tight that not a soul can touch it. We think by hiding it from the world, it’s hidden and it’s ours. Nothing is. Nothing ever will be. For, nothing ever was.

If you think there is anything that you have, that’s yours, be it money, a house, a job, or a girlfriend… it’s nothing but an illusion. It’ll all disappear… in one blow. One blow, my man.

Here we are, so insecure that we are afraid of re-starting our lives, so we just carry on trying to sort out the current mess. The thought that we should give it all up and just start all over – with nothing – might cross our minds some time, sure, but we get scared and we push away anything that scares us.

There is nothing I can ever achieve or gain that I cannot lose, in a matter of seconds. You have never gained enough to not be able to lose it all, in just a few minutes. What you think is yours, was never yours and will never be yours. Whatever you make here, you leave here. You came naked and you’re going to go back naked.

So what are you afraid of?

Let all be lost. Let them take away everything. As long as you have your heart beating strong, as long as you have your nostrils working fine, as long as the blood flows in your veins, you will live, you will breathe and you can get it all back… again and again. For, if you can do it once, you can damn well do it again. It’s just a game we play – Life.

Dream & Life -- Keep

2011-11-14T02:43:00.000-08:00

I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.

The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Jack use my horse. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.

“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.’

“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?’

“The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’

“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ “Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.

He stated, “You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.”

Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week.” When the teacher was leaving, he said, “Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.”

“Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.”

Enjoy Your Life each & Every Moment

2011-11-14T02:42:00.001-08:00

Once a fisherman was sitting near seashore, under the shadow of a tree smoking his beedi. Suddenly a rich businessman passing by approached him and enquired as to why he was sitting under a tree smoking and not working. To this the poor fisherman replied that he had caught enough fishes for the day.

Hearing this the rich man got angry and said: Why don’t you catch more fishes instead of sitting in shadow wasting your time?
Fisherman asked: What would I do by catching more fishes?
Businessman: You could catch more fishes, sell them and earn more money, and buy a bigger boat.
Fisherman: What would I do then?
Businessman: You could go fishing in deep waters and catch even more fishes and earn even more money.
Fisherman: What would I do then?
Businessman: You could buy many boats and employ many people to work for you and earn even more money.
Fisherman: What would I do then?
Businessman: You could become a rich businessman like me.
Fisherman: What would I do then?
Businessman: You could then enjoy your life peacefully.
Fisherman: What do you think I’m doing right now?

MORAL – You don’t need to wait for tomorrow to be happy and enjoy your life. You don’t even need to be more rich, more powerful to enjoy life. LIFE is at this moment, enjoy it fully.

As some great men have said “My riches consist not in extent of my possessions but in the fewness of my wants”.

Military -- A beautiful nice true love story

2011-11-14T02:41:00.000-08:00

One day, a young guy and a young girl fell in love.

But the guy came from a poor family. The girl’s parents weren’t too happy.

So the young man decided not only to court the girl but to court her parents as well. In time, the parents saw that he was a good man and was worthy of their daughter’s hand.

But there was another problem: The man was a soldier. Soon, war broke out and he was being sent overseas for a year. The week before he left, the man knelt on his knee and asked his lady love, “Will you marry me?” She wiped a tear, said yes, and they were engaged. They agreed that when he got back in one year, they would get married.

But tragedy struck. A few days after he left, the girl had a major vehicular accident. It was a head-on collision.

When she woke up in the hospital, she saw her father and mother crying. Immediately, she knew there was something wrong.

She later found out that she suffered brain injury. The part of her brain that controlled her face muscles was damaged. Her once lovely face was now disfigured. She cried as she saw herself in the mirror. “Yesterday, I was beautiful. Today, I’m a monster.” Her body was also covered with so many ugly wounds.

Right there and then, she decided to release her fiancé from their promise. She knew he wouldn’t want her anymore. She would forget about him and never see him again.

For one year, the soldier wrote many letters—but she wouldn’t answer. He phoned her many times but she wouldn’t return her calls.

But after one year, the mother walked into her room and announced, “He’s back from the war.”

The girl shouted, “No! Please don’t tell him about me. Don’t tell him I’m here!”

The mother said, “He’s getting married,” and handed her a wedding invitation.

The girl’s heart sank. She knew she still loved him—but she had to forget him now.

With great sadness, she opened the wedding invitation.

And then she saw her name on it!

Confused, she asked, “What is this?”

That was when the young man entered her room with a bouquet of flowers. He knelt beside her and asked, “Will you marry me?”

The girl covered her face with her hands and said, “I’m ugly!”

The man said, “Without your permission, your mother sent me your photos. When I saw your photos, I realized that nothing has changed. You’re still the person I fell in love. You’re still as beautiful as ever. Because I love you!”

I have feel & learn........

2011-11-14T02:38:00.000-08:00

I’ve learned-
that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.

I’ve learned-
that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back.

I’ve learned-
that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.

I’ve learned-
that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I’ve learned-
that it’s not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.

I’ve learned-
that you should never ruin an apology with an excuse.

I’ve learned-
that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better know something.

I’ve learned-
that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do.

I’ve learned-
that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I’ve learned-
that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I’ve learned-
that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I’ve learned-
that you can keep going long after you can’t.

I’ve learned-
that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I’ve learned-
that either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I’ve learned-
that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.

I’ve learned-
that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I’ve learned-
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I’ve learned-
that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.

I’ve learned-
that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will be the ones to help you get back up.

I’ve learned-
that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.

I’ve learned-
that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I’ve learned-
that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.

I’ve learned-
that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.

I’ve learned-
that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it.

I’ve learned-
that your family won’t always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren’t related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren’t biological.

I’ve learned-
that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you are to learn to forgive yourself.

I’ve learned-
that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.

I’ve learned-
that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I’ve learned-
that a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.

I’ve learned-
that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.

I’ve learned-
that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I’ve learned-
that you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.

I’ve learned-
that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

I’ve learned-
that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process.

I’ve learned-
that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.

I’ve learned-
that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I’ve learned-
that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.

I’ve learned-
that it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s feelings, and standing up for what you believe.

I’ve learned-
that people will forget what you said, and people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

By Omer B. Washington

A great life story -- Fisherman & Banker

2011-11-13T01:08:00.000-08:00

A Fisherman and an Investment Banker was at the pier of a small coastal village
when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were
several large yellow fin tuna. The investment banker complimented the fisherman
on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The fisherman replied, “Only a little while.”
The investment banker then asked, “Why didn’t you stay out longer and catch
more fish?”
The fisherman said, “With this I have more than enough to support my family’s
needs.”
The investment banker then asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your
time?”
The fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take
siesta with my wife, stroll into the village each evening and spend time with
my family, I have a full and busy life.”
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The investment banker scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You
should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With
the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you
would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a
middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own
cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would
need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to a big town and
eventually to the the city where you will run your ever-expanding enterprise.”
The fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”
To which the investment banker replied, “15 to 20 years.”
“But what then?” asked the fisherman.
The investment banker laughed and said that’s the best part. “When the time is
right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and
become very rich, you would make millions.”
“Millions?…Then what?”
The investment banker said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal
fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids,
take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings and spend
time with your family.”
The fisherman replied: “isn’t this exactly what I am doing?”
Lesson: rich or poor, we will all go through the stages of life.
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Real story----------------------------------------------------------

2011-11-13T00:41:00.001-08:00

How can I start telling this sad, sad story. Well let me start by saying that I think I had the most depressing childhood. When I was just a little girl maybe like 7 or so, my father started molesting me. He was always drunk and my mother and he will always fight like men. We are a family of five sisters and one brother. My mother was always depressed and my dad was always drinking.
I remember a couple of men coming to stay with us, since they had arrived from their home country and didn’t have a place to stay my parents decided to let them stay with us for a couple of months while they stood on their feet. Well, those months were years of terror for me.
They would arrive from work and I would be playing in the living room – wearing my pajamas – and I remember how they would say “O.K. now show me whats under there.” Their look was very uncomfortable, since I didn’t want to make them angry, because I was only with my older sister that was only a couple of years older than me, I just acted shy and said “no.” On other occasions, one of them would come home from work on a hot summer day and he would make me sit on a chair, and then try to open my legs; so that the pig could see my private parts. Of course back then I didn’t think much of it. I just knew it was wrong inside my tiny head, I thought it was wrong. As time passed, they decided to leave.

On other occasions my father would come home from work drunk, and that was my greatest fear. Sometimes he would not even come home for days and those were the days that I could breathe.
Things got even worse when three of my cousins started to molest me at the age of ten. I remember when one day one of them tried to put me in a closet. I tried to get away when I heard him unzip his pants, as I tried to get away he would grab me with more force. Again I never told anybody but his sister who was my best friend at the time, but she would not believe me. In another occasion, I was spending the night sleeping with my female cousin in the basement and at about midnight I heard some noise coming from the stairs. I clearly saw it was my cousin who used to molest me and I immediately closed my eyes and rolled to my back. I was so afraid to let him to confront me. As I rolled back I could still see him standing there beside the bed and staring at me. It wasn’t long before when he started to pull the covers from me, and I just rolled back face up and pretended to be asleep. He pulled the covers back to cover myself. When I did that he would just duck and when he thought I was already back sleep he would come back up and try to touch me again. This happened for about an hour or so. I was hell for me, I prayed to god that my female cousin would wake up, but she never did. He touched me as much as he could, while I tried to move as much, and interrupted him as much as I could without opening my eyes. Finally he left and the next morning I tried telling this to his mom, she would not believe me, she said I was dreaming.
Ever since I remember my dad being drunk, and only god knows what mother was thinking when she always dragged us to all those parties I remember being to. Those were depressing parties filled with drunk people everywhere, my mom never drank she would just follow dad. In one of those parties another cousins of mine would invite us to the upstairs floor to play hide and seek. In one of these ‘games’ one of these cousins hide with me in a room and closed the door, and showed me his penis. I felt terrible and when I tried to run he grabbed me by the waist and threw me on the floor. He was already 17 or 18. I was about 9 or 10. When I screamed his mom knocked on the door, when he opened his mom just looked at me with eyes that killed, I never told anybody about this incident. I knew no one would believe me.
After I became a teenager I would dress-up in baggy clothes – not ever exposing my body except my face and arms. I would not even wear shorts.
Years later, I met the man who is now my husband. I recited and told 22 stories of abuse, abuse committed by my father and a cousin. He felt sorry for me when he heard these horrific stories, and I never brought it back up again until today. He started saying that my childhood was really filled with sad memories. He also said that all these was my mother’s fault because my dad had confessed to him (my husband) that my mother would not let my dad touch her for up to 6 months at a time; and added “how the hell is he going to say that to ME.” “Now because of that my father is going to choose to molest his own daughter, because my mother doesn’t want to have sex with him. What about all the damn prostituted that he could have found in any street corner.” These statements made me really angry. My husband made me feel guilty and even made me a question and think twice about the man that I chose to be my protector. He asked me “well, how did you dressed when all these was taking place?” It doesn’t matter how I was dressed when was seven or eight or even ten. I was a little child who was abused. Period.
Thanks to all those people that did these horrible things to me. Today I am an insecure woman. I see myself in the mirror and I see a worthless woman.
This is my story; and maybe this is the wrong place to have it written. But I just needed to get it out. My chest was exploding for many years.
I look at my children and one of them is seven now, and I would do anything to guarantee their safety. I swear I would kill for their protection. Thanks to those sick bastards now I can’t even rub lotion on my babies’ bodies without something uncomfortable taking over me. I stop and think countless times. Why choose a child if there are prostitutes and women everywhere. WHY?

Eat,Pray & Love...............................

2011-11-13T00:34:00.001-08:00

“Eat, Pray, Love” Author Elizabeth Gilbert muses on the impossible things we expect from artists and geniuses — and shares the radical idea that, instead of the rare person “being” a genius, all of us “have” a genius. It’s a funny, personal and surprisingly moving talk.

Dream Girl.....................................................

2011-11-13T00:30:00.001-08:00

Don’t find the girl that can make you smile
rather find the one who can’t stop you from smiling……
Don’t find the girl that’s pretty in other peoples eyes
rather find the one that’s beyond beautiful in your eyes……
Don’t find the girl that completes your life
rather find the one you can’t live without…..
Don’t go for the girl who’d make you cry if she left you
rather go for the one you can’t afford to loose
and don’t ever go for the girl you think is perfect
rather go for one that is imperfectly perfect….
a girl like you…………

Our own Book - Any one can write

2011-11-12T23:55:00.000-08:00

Dear friends ,

All we live in this wide world where we feel experience in each seconds of life. the experiences may be related with professional as well as personal life. there are always veru up/down in life. many time we are unable to take right decision results in frustration in later stages.
The prime objective of launching this blog is to share own experiences with rest of the world. contribution here can guide to many readers.

positive expect from all will contribute at least with few words.

Thanks & Regards,
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