TODAY’S QUOTE

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TOUCH SOMEONE WITH YOUR LOVE.

RATHER THAN FOCUS UPON THE THORNS OF LIFE,

SMELL THE ROSES AND COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS!

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“Just One”

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One song can spark a moment
One flower can wake a dream
One tree can start a forest
One bird can herald spring

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One smile begins friendship
One handclasp lifts a soul
One star can guide a ship at the sea
One word can frame a goal

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One vote can change a nation
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes all the darkness
One laugh will conquer gloom

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One step must start each journey
One word must start each prayer
One hope will raise our spirits
One touch can show you care

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Help before its too late : A heart touching Story‏

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LET’S SHOW our love while we can, while people need us. That is something I learnt from an incident in Bhopal .

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I saw a little boy daily near the Hanuman temple, always in a white tee and black pants, with a small Hanuman pendant around his neck.

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He sat with a basket of fresh floral garlands. Be it at six in the morning or nine at night, he would try his very hardest to sell his wares.

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I was a frequent temple goer and each time the boy would ask me earnestly to buy a garland. But somehow I never did. Even when I came out, he would follow me to my car, begging me to buy one at least.

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Other boys sold flowers too, but none as persistently as he. I went back to the temple recently after a gap of some months.

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The boy was there, seated exactly as before. I tried to avoid his gaze(look), assuming that he would follow me. But he did not budge(move).

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I went inside the temple and came back. But the boy made no effort to sell his garlands.

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I thought he was angry or just showing his own self-respect.

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I suddenly missed the communication I always had with this unknown boy and went to him. He looked at me but did not speak.

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This was strange. I gathered courage and asked: “Bhaiya, why are you not asking me to buy your garlands?”

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He said, “Didi, why should I ask? You are rich but you can’t spend five rupees on my garland. Anyway

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A MountainWings Moment — Bloom Where You’re Planted!

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Bloom Where You’re Planted!
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In an effort to be cordial, I asked a certain young man how he
was doing one day. Instead of hearing the common curt response
of “Fine,” he said, “I feel like I have dug myself in a hole.

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My response to him was, “The only place you start out on top is
when you are digging a hole!” Immediately he retorted,
“I didn’t think I was digging a hole; I thought I was laying a
foundation!”

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Well, the truth of the matter is that everything is a matter of
perception. Your outlook determines your outcome!

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It’s better to be in a hole than in a rut.

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A rut is simply a grave with both ends kicked out! The hole
that this young man dug for himself was his foundation.

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This is a process of life.

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You lose before you gain.

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You give before you get.

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You follow before you lead.

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You establish a solid foundation before you build.

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Before a farmer sows his fields, he first digs holes.

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Every beautiful flower starts out as a seed in a hole.

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Every fruit-bearing tree gets its start in a hole.

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Most of us are in a hole of debt before we can graduate from
college, but we don’t have to stay there!

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While digging a hole is dirty work and frustrating at times,
it is necessary. Thomas Edison aptly stated, “Restlessness and


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A Winning Moment in Time…Miss USA 2012

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  3. Miss Rhode Island Olivia Culpo is crowned Miss USA 2012 during the Miss USA pageant, Sunday, June 3, 2012, in Las Vegas. (AP Photo/Julie Jacobson)

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  5. Miss Rhode Island Olivia Culpo is crowned Miss USA 2012 during the Miss USA pageant, Sunday, June 3, 2012, in Las Vegas.

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  7. Finalists and Winning Moment

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  9. Miss Rhode Island Olivia Culpo reacts after being announced the 2012 Miss USA, as Miss Maryland Nana Meriwether applauds during the Miss USA pageant, Sunday, June 3, 2012, in Las Vegas. (AP Photo/Julie Jacobson)

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  11. Miss Rhode Island Olivia Culpo reacts after being announced the 2012 Miss USA, as Miss Maryland Nana Meriwether applauds during the Miss USA pageant, Sunday, June 3, 2012, in Las Vegas.

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A MountainWings Moment — The Rented Room‏

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    The Rented Room
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    Our house was directly across the street from the clinic
    entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived
    downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the
    clinic.

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    One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at
    the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man.

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    “Why, he’s hardly taller than my eight-year-old,” I thought as I
    stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing
    was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw.

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    Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, “Good evening. I’ve come
    to see if you’ve a room for just one night. I came for a
    treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there’s no
    bus ’til morning.”

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    He told me he’d been hunting for a room since noon but with no
    success, no one seemed to have a room. “I guess it’s my face…
    I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more
    treatments…”

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    For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me,
    “I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus
    leaves early in the morning.”

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    I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch.
    I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready,
    I asked the old man if he would join us. “No thank you.
    I have plenty.”  And he held up a brown paper bag.

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    When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk
    with him a few minutes. It didn’t take a long time to see that
    this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body.

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    He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her
    five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from
    a back injury.

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    He didn’t tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other
    sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing.

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    He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was
    apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him
    the strength to keep going.

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    At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children’s room for him.
    When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded
    and the little man was out on the porch.

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    He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus,
    haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said,

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    “Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a
    treatment?  I won’t put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a
    chair.”  He paused a moment and then added, “Your children made
    me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children
    don’t seem to mind.”

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    I told him he was welcome to come again.

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    And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the
    morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the
    largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them
    that morning before he left so that they’d be nice and fresh.

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    I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m., and I wondered what time he
    had to get up in order to do this for us.

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    In the years he came to stay overnight with us, there was never
    a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables
    from his garden.

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    Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special
    delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young
    spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed.

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    Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these and knowing
    how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.

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    When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a


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