Monday, September 20, 2010

Read this Paragraph, if you can....

Read this Paragraph, if possible in two minutes:

Don't just browse / Don’t just move ahead this because it looks weird. Believe it or not, you can read it.

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Thursday, September 16, 2010

Moral Story - Mother's Love & Value

MOTHER’S VALUE AND LOVE

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:

For cutting the grass:   Rs.25
For cleaning up my room this week:      Rs.10
For going to the store for you:       Rs.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping:   Rs.25
Taking out the garbage:       Rs.10
For getting a good report card:     Rs.15
For cleaning up and raking the yard:    Rs.20
Total owed:         Rs.155

Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge.

When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL".

Lessons:
·        You will never how much your parents worth till you become a parent
·        Be a giver not an asker, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.