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Mother’s love


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Subject: MOTHER’S LOVE



Shift work: The pups had to be fed in turn, to make sure that all of them received enough milk to survive
 


 

 
One need not be rich to be a mother.  She is an incarnation of love.  It is spontaneous in her and equal to all her children. The chidren are different in shape, thinking and size. But heart is same for all .
That is why we say  Belief comes from mind while Love springs up from heart.  We  worship God and address him as Holy Mother. There is no gender difference in God.  In order to satisfy the individual mind the God  transforms and presents Himself in whatever form  we desire. He is everything and everyone. 
I like the saying which I remember always “MARKATA GNAYAM    MARJALA GNAYAM”  –    

 
Your  devotion to God should be like the small baby monkeys.  They cling to the mother while the monther monkey never bothers about their grip and jumps from branch to branch at a great height, unmindful of the baby monkey holding on to it.  We  should attach ourselves to God like the baby monkeys.  Then what will happen?  The mother cat is all the time thinking and bothers about the kitten. The kitten is unconcerned with what the mother cat does. They sleep at the place where they were dropped.  It  is the mother who comes timely with milk to feed them and shift them by carrying them to safety from place to place until they are on their own.   When we attach ourselves to Krishna  like the baby monkey, He will look after us like the mother cat.!

 
as received from 
j.k. sivan 

 

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My wife called, ‘How long will you be poring over that newspaper? 
Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?’ 
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. 
My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.
Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for  her age. She has just turned eight. 
She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox, 
and believe firmly in the ‘coolingeffects’ of Curd Rice! I cleared my throat,
and picked up the bowl. ‘Sindu, darling, why don’t you take 
a few mouthful of this Curd Rice?Just for Dad’s sake, dear. And, if you don’t, 
your Mom will shout at me’I could sense my wife’s scowl behind my back.
Sindu softened a bit, and  wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 
‘OK, Dad. I will eat – not  just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lotof this. 
But, you should…’ Sindu  hesitated. 
‘Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?’
  

 
‘Oh sure, darling’. 

 
‘Promise?’ 
‘Promise’.

I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, 
and clinched the deal. ‘Ask Mom also to give a similar promise’,
my daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on Sindu’s, 
muttering ‘Promise’, without any emotion. 
 
Now I became a bit anxious. ‘Sindu dear, 
you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.
Dad does not  havethat 
 
kind of money right now. OK?’ 

‘No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive’.
 
Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. 
 I was silently angry with my wife and my mother fo 
r forcing my child eat something that she detested. 
After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to  me with her eyes wide with expectation.
All our attention was on her.  
‘Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!’ was her demand.
 
‘Atrocious!’ shouted my wife, ‘A girl child having her head  shaved off?
Impossible!’

‘Never in our family!’ my mother rasped. 
‘She has been watching too much of television.
Our culture is getting totally spoiled  with these TV programs!’ 
   
‘Sindu darling, why don’t you ask for something else?
We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.’ 
 
‘No, Dad. I do  not want anything else’, Sindu said with finality. 
 
‘Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?’ I tried to plead with her. 
 
‘Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice’.  Sindu was in tears. 
 
‘And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. 
 Now, you are going back on your words. 
Was it not you who told me the story of  King Harishchandra,
and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?’ 
 
It was time for me to call the shots. ‘Our promise must be kept.’ 
 
‘Are you out your mind?’ chorused my mother and wife.

 
‘No.  If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own.

Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.’

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school.
It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking  towards her classroom. 
She turned around and waved.
 
 
I waved back with a smile.

Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, ‘Sinduja, please wait for me!’ 
 
What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.   
‘May be, that is the in-stuff’, I thought.  
‘Sir, your daughter Sinduja is  great indeed!’
Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, 
 and continued,’ That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.
 

 
He is suffering from… … leukemia.’ She paused to muffle her sobs.

 
‘Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. 


He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy.
He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel 
 
teasing of the schoolmates.’
 
Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.

 
But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! 
 
Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.’ 
 
I stood transfixed.  And then, I wept.
‘My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love  is!’
 
 
*The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on
their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love 

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This story you’re about to read has an important lesson for you to learn. So, read it carefully…

A young married woman whose husband was a wealthy man was expecting a birthday gift from her husband. For quite a number of months she had admired a very beautiful diamond ring in a showroom, and she knowing that her husband could afford it, if he would, told him that was all she wanted for her birthday, and nothing more. As her birthday was drawing nigh, this lady awaited signs that her husband had bought the diamond ring.

At last, her birthday finally came. On the morning of her birthday, her husband called her into his room. He told her how proud he was to have such a good wife as her and told her how much he loved her. After telling her all sort of sweet talks, he finally handed her a beautifully wrapped gift box. Very excited and curious, the wife opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the her name embossed in gold. Angrily, she raised her voice to her husband and said, ‘With all your money, a Bible was all you could give me?!!’ And stormed out of the house, leaving her husband.

Many years passed and the lady was very successful in all her dealings and business. She managed to settle for a more beautiful house and a new wonderful family, but realized her ex-husband was very old, and thought perhaps she should sayhim a visit because she had not seen him for so many years. But before she could make travelling arrangements, she received a text message telling her that her ex-husband had died, and willed all of his possessions to her. She needed to come back immediately and take care of things. When she arrived at her ex-husband’s house, sudden sadness and regret filled her heart. She began to search through her ex-husband’s important papers and saw the Bible, still as new as when it was presented to her.

she had left it years before. With tears, she opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. Her ex-husband had carefully underlined a verse, Matt 7:11, which reads ‘And if you, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly Father, who is in heaven, give what is good to those who ask Him?’ As she read those words, a tiny package dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a diamond ring, with her name engraved on it-the same diamond ring which she saw at the showroom! On the tag, the date of her birth, and the words.’LUV U ALWAYS’ were inscribed.

How many times do we miss God’s blessings, because they are not packaged as we expected? Do not spoil what you have, by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.

Moral of the story: Always appreciate little things, irrespective of how small they seem.

__._,_.___

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This story you’re about to read has an important lesson for you to learn. So, read it carefully…

A young married woman whose husband was a wealthy man was expecting a birthday gift from her husband. For quite a number of months she had admired a very beautiful diamond ring in a showroom, and she knowing that her husband could afford it, if he would, told him that was all she wanted for her birthday, and nothing more. As her birthday was drawing nigh, this lady awaited signs that her husband had bought the diamond ring.

At last, her birthday finally came. On the morning of her birthday, her husband called her into his room. He told her how proud he was to have such a good wife as her and told her how much he loved her. After telling her all sort of sweet talks, he finally handed her a beautifully wrapped gift box. Very excited and curious, the wife opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the her name embossed in gold. Angrily, she raised her voice to her husband and said, ‘With all your money, a Bible was all you could give me?!!’ And stormed out of the house, leaving her husband.

Many years passed and the lady was very successful in all her dealings and business. She managed to settle for a more beautiful house and a new wonderful family, but realized her ex-husband was very old, and thought perhaps she should sayhim a visit because she had not seen him for so many years. But before she could make travelling arrangements, she received a text message telling her that her ex-husband had died, and willed all of his possessions to her. She needed to come back immediately and take care of things. When she arrived at her ex-husband’s house, sudden sadness and regret filled her heart. She began to search through her ex-husband’s important papers and saw the Bible, still as new as when it was presented to her.

she had left it years before. With tears, she opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. Her ex-husband had carefully underlined a verse, Matt 7:11, which reads ‘And if you, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly Father, who is in heaven, give what is good to those who ask Him?’ As she read those words, a tiny package dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a diamond ring, with her name engraved on it-the same diamond ring which she saw at the showroom! On the tag, the date of her birth, and the words.’LUV U ALWAYS’ were inscribed.

How many times do we miss God’s blessings, because they are not packaged as we expected? Do not spoil what you have, by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.

Moral of the story: Always appreciate little things, irrespective of how small they seem.

__._,_.___

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Appreciate the Gift of love- Story


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This story you’re about to read has an important lesson for you to learn. So, read it carefully…

A young married woman whose husband was a wealthy man was expecting a birthday gift from her husband. For quite a number of months she had admired a very beautiful diamond ring in a showroom, and she knowing that her husband could afford it, if he would, told him that was all she wanted for her birthday, and nothing more. As her birthday was drawing nigh, this lady awaited signs that her husband had bought the diamond ring.

At last, her birthday finally came. On the morning of her birthday, her husband called her into his room. He told her how proud he was to have such a good wife as her and told her how much he loved her. After telling her all sort of sweet talks, he finally handed her a beautifully wrapped gift box. Very excited and curious, the wife opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the her name embossed in gold. Angrily, she raised her voice to her husband and said, ‘With all your money, a Bible was all you could give me?!!’ And stormed out of the house, leaving her husband.

Many years passed and the lady was very successful in all her dealings and business. She managed to settle for a more beautiful house and a new wonderful family, but realized her ex-husband was very old, and thought perhaps she should sayhim a visit because she had not seen him for so many years. But before she could make travelling arrangements, she received a text message telling her that her ex-husband had died, and willed all of his possessions to her. She needed to come back immediately and take care of things. When she arrived at her ex-husband’s house, sudden sadness and regret filled her heart. She began to search through her ex-husband’s important papers and saw the Bible, still as new as when it was presented to her.

she had left it years before. With tears, she opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. Her ex-husband had carefully underlined a verse, Matt 7:11, which reads ‘And if you, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly Father, who is in heaven, give what is good to those who ask Him?’ As she read those words, a tiny package dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a diamond ring, with her name engraved on it-the same diamond ring which she saw at the showroom! On the tag, the date of her birth, and the words.’LUV U ALWAYS’ were inscribed.

How many times do we miss God’s blessings, because they are not packaged as we expected? Do not spoil what you have, by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.

Moral of the story: Always appreciate little things, irrespective of how small they seem.

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Appreciate the Gift of love- Story


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This story you’re about to read has an important lesson for you to learn. So, read it carefully…

A young married woman whose husband was a wealthy man was expecting a birthday gift from her husband. For quite a number of months she had admired a very beautiful diamond ring in a showroom, and she knowing that her husband could afford it, if he would, told him that was all she wanted for her birthday, and nothing more. As her birthday was drawing nigh, this lady awaited signs that her husband had bought the diamond ring.

At last, her birthday finally came. On the morning of her birthday, her husband called her into his room. He told her how proud he was to have such a good wife as her and told her how much he loved her. After telling her all sort of sweet talks, he finally handed her a beautifully wrapped gift box. Very excited and curious, the wife opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the her name embossed in gold. Angrily, she raised her voice to her husband and said, ‘With all your money, a Bible was all you could give me?!!’ And stormed out of the house, leaving her husband.

Many years passed and the lady was very successful in all her dealings and business. She managed to settle for a more beautiful house and a new wonderful family, but realized her ex-husband was very old, and thought perhaps she should sayhim a visit because she had not seen him for so many years. But before she could make travelling arrangements, she received a text message telling her that her ex-husband had died, and willed all of his possessions to her. She needed to come back immediately and take care of things. When she arrived at her ex-husband’s house, sudden sadness and regret filled her heart. She began to search through her ex-husband’s important papers and saw the Bible, still as new as when it was presented to her.

she had left it years before. With tears, she opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. Her ex-husband had carefully underlined a verse, Matt 7:11, which reads ‘And if you, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly Father, who is in heaven, give what is good to those who ask Him?’ As she read those words, a tiny package dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a diamond ring, with her name engraved on it-the same diamond ring which she saw at the showroom! On the tag, the date of her birth, and the words.’LUV U ALWAYS’ were inscribed.

How many times do we miss God’s blessings, because they are not packaged as we expected? Do not spoil what you have, by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.

Moral of the story: Always appreciate little things, irrespective of how small they seem.

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This story you’re about to read has an important lesson for you to learn. So, read it carefully…

A young married woman whose husband was a wealthy man was expecting a birthday gift from her husband. For quite a number of months she had admired a very beautiful diamond ring in a showroom, and she knowing that her husband could afford it, if he would, told him that was all she wanted for her birthday, and nothing more. As her birthday was drawing nigh, this lady awaited signs that her husband had bought the diamond ring.

At last, her birthday finally came. On the morning of her birthday, her husband called her into his room. He told her how proud he was to have such a good wife as her and told her how much he loved her. After telling her all sort of sweet talks, he finally handed her a beautifully wrapped gift box. Very excited and curious, the wife opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the her name embossed in gold. Angrily, she raised her voice to her husband and said, ‘With all your money, a Bible was all you could give me?!!’ And stormed out of the house, leaving her husband.

Many years passed and the lady was very successful in all her dealings and business. She managed to settle for a more beautiful house and a new wonderful family, but realized her ex-husband was very old, and thought perhaps she should sayhim a visit because she had not seen him for so many years. But before she could make travelling arrangements, she received a text message telling her that her ex-husband had died, and willed all of his possessions to her. She needed to come back immediately and take care of things. When she arrived at her ex-husband’s house, sudden sadness and regret filled her heart. She began to search through her ex-husband’s important papers and saw the Bible, still as new as when it was presented to her.

she had left it years before. With tears, she opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. Her ex-husband had carefully underlined a verse, Matt 7:11, which reads ‘And if you, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly Father, who is in heaven, give what is good to those who ask Him?’ As she read those words, a tiny package dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a diamond ring, with her name engraved on it-the same diamond ring which she saw at the showroom! On the tag, the date of her birth, and the words.’LUV U ALWAYS’ were inscribed.

How many times do we miss God’s blessings, because they are not packaged as we expected? Do not spoil what you have, by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.

Moral of the story: Always appreciate little things, irrespective of how small they seem.

__._,_.___

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Box of Kisses and other stories


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A Box of Kisses………………….
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. 

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the gold box was empty. Annoyed, he said to his daughter, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s suppose to be something inside the box? A box isn’t a present!” The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “But Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you Daddy.” The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

It is told that the man kept the gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

Father and Son…………………
An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 
years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, “What is this?”

The Son replied “It is a crow”.

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?”

The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”.

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,

What is this?”

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when
he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”.

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, “What is
this?”

This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the
same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT
IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?”

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old
tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening
a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the
following words were written in the diary :-

“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a
crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I
replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each
time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not
at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”.

While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had
felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when
today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt
irritated and annoyed.

So..

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a
burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and
kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I
want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I
was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.

They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to
make me a person presentable in the society today”.

Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will
say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

For my syster……………….
The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. 

The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.’

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny,

are you sure I don’t have enough money?”

The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.”

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’

His eyes were so sad while saying this. ‘My Sister has gone to be with God.
Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.”

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet.
I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.’

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.
He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me.’

‘I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.’

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”

‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough..’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it.
There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money!’

Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough
money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!”

‘I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much.
But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.”

‘My mommy loves white roses.’

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young

woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

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Motherly love


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Subject:  Motherly love at its best ! Must see.

The bar is set higher and higher for awesome African game shots that we are privileged to see.!
 
Clinging on for dear life to the side of a vertical cliff, the tiny lion cub cries out pitifully for help. 

His mother arrives at the edge of the precipice with three other lionesses and a male. The females start to clamber down together but turn back daunted by the sheer drop. 

Eventually one single factor determines which of them will risk her life to save the youngster – motherly love. 


The drama begins: The mother arrives at the edge of the cliff as her son cries out for rescue after being trapped when he slipped 


On the brink: Four lionesses look over the edge before aborting their rescue mission because of the sheer drop 

Slowly, agonizingly, the big cat edges her way down towards her terrified son, using her powerful claws to grip the crumbling cliff side. 

One slip from her and both animals could end up dead at the bottom of the ravine. 



Just as the exhausted cub seems about to fall, his mother circles beneath him and he is snatched up in her jaws. 

She then begins the equally perilous journey back to the top. Minutes later, they arrive and she gives the frightened little creature a consoling lick on the head. 

The dramatic rescue, captured by wildlife photographer Jean-Francois Largot, was played out in Kenya ’s Masai Mara game reserve. 

Despite the presence of wardens to deter poachers, day-to-day life for the lions is not without its dangers … as the cub learned the hard way. 

Rescue mission: The mother inches her way down the cliff face to rescue the terrified cub before locking him in her jaws and making her way back up the cliff face 


Motherly love: The mother gives her son a lick to say that all is well in the pride following the drama 

HOW AWESOME IS THIS?
 
Amazing!! 



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If I die before you


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IF I DIE BEFORE YOU
(Vinicius de Moraes)
 
If I die before you do me a favor:
Cry all you want, but do not fight me.
If you do not cry, do not cry;
If you can not cry, do not worry;
If you want to laugh, laugh;
If some friends tell some fact about me, Listen and add your version;
If you praise me too, correct the exaggeration.
If others criticize me, defend me;
If you want to make me a saint, just because I died,
Show that I had a bit of a saint,
But it was far from being the saint that I paint;
If you want to make me a demon,
Show that I might have a little devil
But the life I tried to be good friend and …
And if you want to write something about me,
Say one sentence:
– “It was my friend, believe me
And always wanted me around! “
Here, then shed a tear.
I will not be there to wipe it,
But it does not hurt.
Other friends will do it in my place.
I would say to you
Living as who knows who will die one day
And as he dies who knew how to live right.
Friendship makes sense only if it brings heaven closer to the People, and opens his start right here.
But if I die before you,
I think I’m not surprised the sky.
“Being your friend, it’s a piece of it …”
 
 
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May your day be blessed dregs with everything that brings joy
 
peace, love and light …
 
To love is to live.
 
Live, love and be happy.
 
Many kisses cuddly and cute,
 
in your beautiful heart.
 
Always friend …
 

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STORY- UNCONDITIONAL LOVE


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> Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a
> little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease.
> Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her
> 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had
> developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.
>
> The doctor explained the situation to her little brother and asked the
> little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw
> him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying,
> “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her.” As the transfusion progressed, he
> lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color
> returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.
>
> He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start
> to die right away?” Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the
> doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood
> in order to save her.
>
> And he was willing to do that for her.
> ~ Author Unknown ~

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They make an unlikely trio, but Baloo the bear, Leo the lion and Sher Khan the tiger have forged an unusually strong bond.

Considering that they would be mortal enemies if they ever were to meet in the wild,
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Rescued eight years ago during a police drugs raid in Atlanta , Georgia , the three friends were only cubs at the time at barely two months old.
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Delivered to the Noah’s Ark Animal Rescue Centre in Locust Grove , Georgia , the decision was made
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‘We could have separated them, but since they came as a kind of family, the zoo decided
to keep them together,’ said Diane Smith, assistant director of Noah’s Ark.

‘To our knowledge, this is the only place where you’ll find this combination of animals together.’

Living with the zoo’s founders for the past eight years, Sher Khan, Baloo and Leo have now moved
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‘We didn’t have the money to move them at first,’ said Diane.

‘Now their habitat is sorted and they have been moved away from the children’s zoo areas
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‘It is possible to see Baloo, who is a 1000lb bear, Sher Khan, a 350lb tiger and Leo, who is also 350lbs,
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‘They are totally oblivious to the fact that in any other circumstance they would not be friends.’

Handled by Charles and Jama Hedgecoth, the zoo’s owners and founders,
the three friendly giants appear to have no comprehension of their animal differences.

‘Baloo and Sher Khan are very close,’ says Diane.

‘That is because they rise early, and as Leo is a lion, he likes to spend most of the day sleeping.

‘It is wonderful and magical to see a giant American Black Bear put his arm around a Bengal
and then to see the tiger nuzzle up to the bear like a domestic cat.

‘When Leo wakes up the three of them mess around for most of the day before they settle down to some food.’ 
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Surprisingly for three apex predators with the power to kill with a single bite or swipe of their paw,
they are very relaxed around each other.

‘They eat, sleep and play together,’ said Jama.

‘As they treat each other as siblings they will lie on top of each other for heat and simply for affection.

‘At the moment they are getting used to their new habitat.

‘Sher Khan is being quite reticent about the move, but Baloo, the bear, is very good at leading him on
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Explaining that the three ‘brothers’ have always seemed to share a unique bond,
Charles said: ‘Noah’s Ark is their home and they could not possibly be separated from each other.

‘You just have to remember who you’re dealing with when you are with them, though.

‘It’s when you forget that these fellows are wild animals that you get yourself in trouble.’

The trio’s new habitat had to be constructed carefully, in order to accommodate its occupants.

Jama said: ‘The clubhouse had to be very sturdy for the guys, because they all sleep in it together,’

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The Original Ingredients Of The Soul
Our original resources are very simply – peace, love, purity, knowledge and happiness. These are called the five original qualities of the soul.
When we return our consciousness to these five qualities and remember them, then the following feelings arise in us, which finally get reflected in our actions:
·                       Love –  care and  share.
·         Peace – harmonize and reconcile (adjust).
·        Purity – respect and honour.
·        Knowledge – What I am and the purpose of our existence.
·        Happiness – express and enjoy.
To understand and remember these qualities, we need to recognize the heavy deep shadows or personality traits (“sanskars”) which have blotted them out, or polluted them.
Sometimes we don’t recognize the pollutants because they have ingrained themselves so deeply into the personality that we say ‘I am this’. True, complete spiritual knowledge, makes us aware of these pollutants and the practice of meditation empowers us to dilute them and get them out of our consciousness.
Nothing is permanent in this universe, including our so called “beautiful body”.
To make money, we lose our health and
Then to restore our health, we lose our money…
We all live with the HOPE that we are never going to die
And we die as if we never lived…
There are two eternities that can really break you down. Yesterday & Tomorrow. One is gone and the other doesn’t exist…So…My Dear Friends…Please do not forget to live yourself during the GOD gifted beautiful life…otherwise when you realize that you have forgotten to live running after the material world, it will be too late…so..Live Today…Live happily…enjoy the GOD gifted beautiful life

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