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- Anamz1 - 06-19-2010
<center><u><b>What he valued most</b></u></center>
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box? " Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.
"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing,
he unlatched the cover.
Inside he found these words engraved "Jack, Thanks for your time!
Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"
<b>Well Today I would like to Thank all of you for your time. Especially Wardah, Yasir, Kasim and Ciapk.</b> <b>Regards, Anam. </b>
- Kasim - 06-19-2010
what do u mean by u would liek to thank all us?
ja rahiiiiiiiiiiiii ho kia?????????
aisa tu tub he kaha jata hay
- WARDAH - 06-19-2010
ooooo yup tell us anum r u going somewhere else?? well nice sharing this time too!!
- Anamz1 - 06-19-2010
Bus dono mujhy dhaka dainy k liay tiyar baithy hain [)]. Nai sirf jaty wakt kehna zarori nai yeh to kabhi bhe kaha ja sakta hai. Thanks buddies for your time.
- WARDAH - 06-19-2010
han yeh to hai.baqio ko keh lo kio k baqi waqai sensibly post krty hain siwae mujhy or yasir k .hehehe as infact thanx to u k humsy itni gud sharing krti ho wrna hum to bus. . .hahahhahaha (yasir kahy ga ab k mujhy sath jany kio ghaseet laiti hai wardah, hahahahaha bi tum tk pohnchny jo wali hon or jaisy hum us status py pohch rahy hain wo kaisy pohnch rahy hain wo hum sy behtr to koi ni jan skta na hahahaha)
- yasir_live - 06-20-2010
Wardah.
Nahi Dear Tumhara jab dil chahay mujhay Ghaseet lia karo. Haaan yeh to hay k hum hi jaantay hain k hum kesay Partner bunay hain. Zere-dor Kuch naye Panchi jab iss forum per Register hongay to Woh offcourse Partners ki postings uthain gay iss khayal say k istarah unhain bohat infos milain gi, lakin jo mila ga uss k baad Laantain dain gay )
Anaamz,
Haaaieee Anaam, Hee heee hee Anamz, Tum humain Chor kar mat jao, Dakho humari aankhon main tumhain apni kahanian nazar nahi atii ? Hum Ab tumhari poori post parha karain gay Sachi Wala )...........Aur aaap konsay Music per Dance karti hain akelay main Thora Sa bata dain humain mujhay yeh oot patang baatain perh kar khoob maza ata hay )
Regards.
- WARDAH - 06-21-2010
apny ansu pooch lo yasir tumhary ansu mairy dil py gir rahay hain.hehehehe kahin ni ja rai anum waisy hi us py humble hony ka daura chrha hai utr jae ga jaldi mainy thek hony ki goli tcs kr di thi usy,hahahaha (kidding anum buddy)
- Anamz1 - 06-21-2010
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<center><u><b>What is Recession </b></u></center>
This story is about a man who, once upon a time, was selling âburgersâ by the roadside.
He was illiterate, so he never read newspapers.
He was hard of hearing, so he never listened to the radio.
His eyes were weak, so he never watched television.
But enthusiastically, he sold lots of âburgersâ.
He was smart enough to offer some attractive schemes to increase his sales.
His sales and profit went upâ¦
He ordered more a more raw material and buns and his sales increased.
He recruited more supporting staff to serve more customers.
He started offering home delivery. Eventually, he got himself a bigger and better stove.
As his business was growing, the son, who had recently graduated from College, joined his father.
Then something strange happened.
The son asked, âDad, arenât you aware of the great recession that is coming our way?â
The father replied, âNo, but tell me about it.â
The son said, âThe international situation is terrible. The domestic situation is even worse. We should be prepared for the coming bad times.â
The man thought that since his son had been to college, read the papers, listened to the radio and watched TV, he ought to know and his advice should not be taken lightly.
So, the next day onwards, the father cut down his raw material order and buns, took down the colourful signboard, deiscontinued all the special schemes he was offering to customers and was no longer as enthusiastic about anything.
He reduced his staff strength by giving layoffs.
Very soon, fewer and fewer people bothered to stop at his âburgerâ stand.
And his sales started coming down rapidly, as did the profit.
The father said to his son, âSon, you were right. We are in the middle of a recession and crisis. I am glad you warned me ahead of time.â
Moral of The Story
Itâs all in your MIND! And we actually FUEL this recession much more than we think we do!
What can we learn from this story?
1. Do not confuse intelligence with good judgment.
2. Choose your advisors carefully but use your own judgment.
3. A person or an organization will survive forever, if they have the 5 Cs
* Character
* Commitment
* Conviction
* Courtesy
* Courage
The tragedy today is that there are many walking encyclopedias who are living failures.
- WARDAH - 06-21-2010
bnda jota utha ly or lgae us puttr ki tashreef py. . .faida prhny likhny ka ,jo aba g ko galet maswra dy dala,is say aik or baat bhi pta chlti hai experience counts. . .but wo to tb count hoti na gr aba g kuch aql kerty.waisy story shuru hui to i thot shayd end py pta chly ga k KFC usi aba g ka hai.hehehe
- Anamz1 - 06-22-2010
@ Wardah
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<center><u><b>Very Touchy and Worth Reading</b></u></center>
It was a busy morning, about 830, when an elderly gentleman in his 80âs arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 900 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctorâs appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimerâs disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him, âAnd you still go every morning, even though she doesnât know who you are?â
He smiled as he patted my hand and said,
âShe doesnât know me, but I still know who she is.â
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,
âThat is the kind of love I want in my life.â
True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
The happiest people donât necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have
âLife isnât about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.
- WARDAH - 06-22-2010
gud anum. . . but yar chkr kia hai aj kl tum dance krny krwany py kio tuli ho, daikho is mai bhi dance !!
- Anamz1 - 06-22-2010
[)] I must admire Wardah tum kitni jaldi meri post parh laiti ho![I] Luv u buddy.
- WARDAH - 06-22-2010
waily logon k aisy hi kaam hoty hain.hehehe waisy waqai admire kro daikho mai to prhti bhi hon yasir to bina prhy agree likh daita hai.hahahaha
- Anamz1 - 06-22-2010
Hahahahha you are right, I also know. [D][D][D][D]
- yasir_live - 06-23-2010
Anamz.
Dear Main nay poori post nahi parhi but Yaqeen hay k achi hi hogi.lakin aap ki xiada tar kahanian kuton say shruu hoker dance per khatm hoti hain. Aap k ander shayad ek awaraa kisam ka Aadmi rehta hay jisay Logon ko nachanay ka shok hay shayad. kuch humaray mohazib, shareef honay ka khayal kijiyay ) Mat likhhiay kyun k aap likh dati hain phir aap ki baat ko Taalna bhi to mushkil haina! humaray liay.
Regards.