Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Juggle Balls

Is the title of today's Inspirational message.

Questions and Answers (Q&A) with Lad Ralph on WhatsApp comes off this Friday 

Which Question to ask?

As far as you ask, it will be answered.
The WhatsApp line will be communicated to you later.

Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling
some five balls in the air. You name them – work,
family, health, friends and spirit and you’re keeping
all of these in the air. You will soon understand
that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will
bounce back. But the other four balls – family,
health, friends and spirit are made of glass. If you
drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed,
marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They
will never be the same. You must understand that
and strive for balance in your life. How?
Don’t undermine your worth by comparing
yourself with others. It is because we are
different that each of us is special.
Don’t set your goals by what other people deem
important. Only you know what is best for you.
Don’t take for granted the things closest to your
heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for
without them, life is meaningless.
Don’t let your life slip through your fingers by
living in the past or for the future. By living your
life one day at a time, you live ALL the days of
your life.
Don’t give up when you still have something to
give. Nothing is really over until the moment you
stop trying.
Don’t be afraid to admit that you are less than
perfect. It is this fragile thread that binds us each
Don’t be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking
chances that we learn how to be brave.
Don’t shut love out of your life by saying it’s
impossible to find. The quickest way to receive
love is to give; the fastest way to lose love is to
hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love
is to give it wings.
Don’t run through life so fast that you forget not
only where you’ve been, but also where you are
Don’t forget that a person’s greatest emotional
need is to feel appreciated.
Don’t be afraid to learn. Knowledge is weightless,
a treasure you can always carry easily.
Don’t use time or words carelessly. Neither can
be retrieved. Life is not a race, but a journey to
be savored each step of the way.

By Coca Cola CEO Brian Dyso

Monday, August 29, 2016

The Loser Who Never Gave Up

Is the title of today's Inspirational message.

Questions & Answers with Lad Ralph on WhatsApp comes off September 02,2016.
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When he was a little boy his uncle called him
“Sparky”, after a comic-strip horse named Spark
Plug. School was all but impossible for Sparky.
He failed every subject in the eighth grade. He
flunked physics in high school, getting a grade of
zero. He also flunked Latin, algebra and English.
And his record in sports wasn’t any better.
Though he did manage to make the school’s golf
team, he promptly lost the only important match of
the season. Oh, there was a consolation match; he
lost that too.
Throughout his youth, Sparky was awkward
socially. It wasn’t that the other students disliked
him; it’s just that no one really cared all that
much. In fact, Sparky was astonished if a
classmate ever said hello to him outside of school
hours. There’s no way to tell how he might have
done at dating. He never once asked a girl out in
high school. He was too afraid of being turned
down… or perhaps laughed at. Sparky was a loser.
He, his classmates… everyone knew it. So he
learned to live with it. He made up his mind early
that if things were meant to work out, they would.
Otherwise he would content himself with what
appeared to be his inevitable mediocrity.
One thing WAS important to Sparky, however —
drawing. He was proud of his artwork. No one else
appreciated it. But that didn’t seem to matter to
him. In his senior year of high school, he
submitted some cartoons to the the yearbook. The
editors rejected the concept. Despite this brush-
off, Sparky was convinced of his ability. He even
decided to become an artist.
So, after completing high school, Sparky wrote
Walt Disney Studios. They asked for samples of
his artwork. Despite careful preparation, it too was
rejected. One more confirmation that he was a
But Sparky still didn’t give up. Instead, he decided
to tell his own life’s story in cartoons. The main
character would be a little boy who symbolized the
perpetual loser and chronic underachiever. You
know him well. Because Sparky’s cartoon
character went on to become a cultural
phenomenon of sorts. People readily identified with
this “lovable loser.” He reminded people of the
painful and embarrassing moments from their own
past, of their pain and their shared humanity. The
character soon became famous worldwide: “Charlie
Brown.” And Sparky, the boy whose many failures
never kept him from trying, whose work was
rejected again and again,… is the highly
successful cartoonist Charles Schultz. His cartoon
strip, “Peanuts,” continues to inspire books, T-
shirts and Christmas specials, reminding us, as
someone once commented, that life somehow
finds a way for all of us, even the losers.
Sparky’s story reminds us of a very important
principle in life. We all face difficulty and
discouragement from time to time. We also have a
choice in how we handle it. If we’re persistent, if
we hold fast to our faith, if we continue to develop
the unique talents God has given us, who knows
what can happen? We may end up with an insight
and an ability to inspire that comes only through
hardship. In the end, there are no “losers” with
God. Some winners just take longer to develop!
By CAPT J. David Atwater, CHC, USA

Sunday, August 21, 2016

A Heart Touching Story - "I Wish You Enough"

Is the title of today's Inspirational message.

Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter
in their last moments together at the airport
as the daughter’s departure had been
announced. Standing near the security gate,
they hugged and the mother said: “I love you
and I wish you enough.”
The daughter replied, “Mom, our life together
has been more than enough. Your love is all
I ever needed. I wish you enough, too,
Mom.” They kissed and the daughter left.
The mother walked over to the window where
I sat. Standing there, I could see she wanted
and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on
her privacy but she welcomed me in by
asking, “Did you ever say good-bye to
someone knowing it would be forever?” “Yes,
I have,” I replied. “Forgive me for asking but
why is this a forever good-bye?”
“I am old and she lives so far away. I have
challenges ahead and the reality is the next
trip back will be for my funeral,” she said.
When you were saying good-bye, I heard you
say, “I wish you enough.” May I ask what
that means?”
She began to smile. “That’s a wish that has
been handed down from other generations.
My parents used to say it to everyone.” She
paused a moment and looked up as if trying
to remember it in detail and she smiled even
“When we said ‘I wish you enough’ we were
wanting the other person to have a life filled
with just enough good things to sustain
them”. Then turning toward me, she shared
the following, reciting it from memory,
“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun
I wish you enough happiness to keep your
spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest
joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that
you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through
the final good-bye.”
She then began to cry and walked away.
Nurture Relationships…..As they say….It takes
a minute to find a special person ~ An hour
to appreciate
them ~ A day to love them ~ And then an
entire life to forget them.....

Friday, August 19, 2016

Touching Love Story 'll make you cry' Don't be shy, move forward, speak the word.

Is the title of today's Inspirational message.

If you love someone, tell them, Don’t let
your heart be broken by words left

10th Grade:-

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the
girl next to me. She was my so called ‘best
friend’. I stared at her long, silky hair, and
wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice
me like that, and I knew it. After class, she
walked up to me and asked me for the notes
she had missed the day before. I handed
them to her.
She said ‘thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the
cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her
but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

11th grade:-

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her.
She was in tears, mumbling on and on about
how her love had broke her heart. She asked
me to come over because she didn’t want to
be alone, So I did. As I sat next to her on the
sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she
was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore
movie, and three bags of chips, she decided
to go home.
She looked at me, said ‘thanks’ and gave me
a kiss on the cheek..I want to tell her, I want
her to know that I don’t want to be just
friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I
don’t know why.

Senior year:-

One fine day she walked to my locker. “My
date is sick” she said, ”hes not gonna go”
well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that if neither of us had
dates, we would go together just as ‘best
So we did. That night, after everything was
over, I was standing at her front door step. I
stared at her as She smiled at me and stared
at me with her crystal eyes.
Then she said- “I had the best time, thanks!”
and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to
tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want
to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too
shy, and I don’t know why.


A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I
watched as her perfect body floated like an
angel up on stage to get her diploma. I
wanted her to be mine-but she didn’t notice
me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home, she came to me
in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder
and said- ‘you’re my best friend, thanks’ and
gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell
her, I want her to know that I don’t want to
be just friends, I love her but I’m just too
shy, and I don’t know why.

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl
is getting married now. and drive off to her
new life, married to another man. I wanted
her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like
that, and I knew it. But before she drove
away, she came to me and said ‘you came !’.
She said ‘thanks’ and kissed me on the
cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her
but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a
girl who used to be my ‘best friend’.
At the service, they read a diary entry she
had wrote in her high school years.

This is what it read:

‘I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he
doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I
want to tell him, I want him to know that I
don’t want to be just friends,
I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t
know why. I wish he would tell me he loved
me !
………’I wish I did too…’
I thought to my self, and I cried.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Success depends upon maturity!

Ann Landers

Is the title of today's Inspirational message.

Maturity is many things. It is the ability to base
a judgment on the big picture, the long haul.
It means being able to resist the urge for
immediate gratification and opt for the course of
action that will pay off later.
One of the characteristics of the young is “I
want it now.”
Grown-up people can wait.
Maturity is perseverance–the ability to sweat
out a project or a situation, in spite of heavy
opposition and discouraging setbacks, and stick
with it until it is finished.
The adult who is constantly changing friends
and changing mates is immature. He/she
cannot stick it out because he/she has not
grown up.
Maturity is the ability to control anger and settle
differences without violence or destruction. The
mature person can face unpleasantness,
frustration, discomfort and defeat without
collapsing or complaining. He/she knows he
cannot have everything his/her own way every
time. He/she is able to defer to circumstances,
to other people-and to time. He/she knows
when to compromise and is not too proud to do
Maturity is humility. It is being big enough to
say, “I was wrong.” And, when he/she is right,
the mature person need not experience the
satisfaction of saying, “I told you so.”
Maturity is the ability to live up to your
responsibilities, and this means being
dependable. It means keeping your word.
Dependability is the hallmark of integrity. Do
you mean what you say-and do you say what
you mean? Unfortunately, the world is filled with
people who cannot be counted on. When you
need them most, they are among the missing.
They never seem to come through in the
clutches. They break promises and substitute
alibis for performance. They show up late or not
at all. They are confused and disorganized.
Their lives are a chaotic maze of broken
promises, former friends, unfinished business
and good intentions that somehow never
materialize. They are always a day late and a
dollar short.
Maturity is the
ability to
make a
decision and
stand by it.
people spend
their lives
and then
doing nothing.
Without courage, little is accomplished.
Maturity is the ability to harness your abilities
and your energies and do more than is
expected. The mature person refuses to settle
for mediocrity. He/she would rather aim high
and miss the mark than low-and make it.
Maturity is the art of living in peace with that
which cannot be changed, the courage to
change that which should be changed, no
matter what it takes, and the wisdom to know
the difference.

By Ann landers

Short Story - Love in action

Is the title of today's Inspirational message.

One night a man came to our house and told
me, “There is a family with eight children. They
have not eaten for days,” I took some food and I
went. When I finally came to the family, I saw
the faces of those little children disfigured by
hunger. There was no sorrow or sadness in
their faces, just the deep pain of hunger. I gave
the rice to the mother. She divided it in two, and
went out, carrying half the rice with her. When
she came back, I asked her, “Where did you
go?” She gave me this simple answer, “To my
neighbors-they are hungry also.”
I was not surprised that she gave–because
poor people are generous. But I was surprised
that she knew they were hungry. As a rule,
when we are suffering, we are so focused on
ourselves we have no time for others.
–Mother Teresa

Monday, August 15, 2016


Is the title of this inspirational story.

About ten years ago, a young and very
successful executive named Josh was
traveling down a Chicago neighborhood
street. He was going a bit too fast in his
sleek, black, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE, which
was only two months old.
He was watching for kids darting out from
between parked cars and slowed down when
he thought he saw something.
As his car passed, no child darted out, but a
brick sailed out and-WHUMP! — it smashed
into the Jag’s shiny black side door!
SCREECH…!!!! Brakes slammed! Gears ground
into reverse, and tires madly spun the Jag
back to the spot from where the brick had
been thrown.
Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid
and pushed him up against a parked car. He
shouted at the kid, “What was that all about
and who are you? Just what the heck are you
doing?” Building up a head of steam, he went
on. “That’s my new Jag, that brick you threw
is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did
you throw it?”
“Please, mister, please…I’m sorry! I didn’t
know what else to do!” pleaded the
youngster. “I threw the brick because no one
else would stop!”
Tears were dripping down the boy’s chin as
he pointed around the parked car. “It’s my
brother, mister,” he said. “He rolled off the
curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t
lift him up.” Sobbing, the boy asked the
executive, “Would you please help me get
him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and
he’s too heavy for me.”
Moved beyond words, the young executive
tried desperately to swallow the rapidly
swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he
lifted the young man back into the wheelchair
and took out his handkerchief and wiped the
scrapes and cuts, checking to see that
everything was going to be OK. He then
watched the younger brother push him down
the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long walk back to the sleek, black,
shining, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE – a long and
slow walk. Josh never did fix the side door of
his Jag. He kept the dent to remind him not
to go through life so fast that someone has
to throw a brick at him to get his attention.
Some bricks are softer than others. Feel for
the bricks of life coming at you. In the hustle
bustle and the speed of life, are you missing
out the joys of the present moments.
Slow Down And Enjoy Life. It is Not Only the
Scenery You Miss by Going too Fast….You
Also Miss the Sense of Where You are Going
and Why…

Mark, the helping hand!

Is the title of today's Inspirational message

Mark was walking home from school one day
when he noticed the boy ahead of him had
tripped and dropped all of the books he was
carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball
bat, a glove and a small tape recorder.
Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the
scattered articles. Since they were going the
same way, he helped to carry part of the
burden. As they walked Mark discovered the
boy’s name was Bill, that he loved video
games, baseball and history, and that he was
having lots of trouble with his other subjects
and that he had just broken up with his
They arrived at Bill’s home first and Mark was
invited in for a Coke and to watch some
television. The afternoon passed pleasantly with
a few laughs and some shared small talk, then
Mark went home. They continued to see each
other around school, had lunch together once
or twice, then both graduated from junior high
They ended up in the same high school where
they had brief contacts over the years. Finally
the long awaited senior year came and three
weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they
could talk.
Bill reminded him of the day years ago when
they had first met. “Did you ever wonder why I
was carrying so many things home that day?”
asked Bill.
“You see, I cleaned out my locker because I
didn’t want to leave a mess for anyone else. I
had stored away some of my mothers sleeping
pills and I was going home to commit suicide.
But after we spent some time together talking
and laughing, I realized that if I had killed
myself, I would have missed that time and so
many others that might follow. So you see,
Mark, when you picked up those books that day,
you did a lot more, you saved my life.”

You may not know how the little helping hand you give will save a life just as Mark never knew Bill has preplanned to commit suicide. The world is full of Good people if you can't find one be one.
Author : John W. Schlatter (true story)

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Real Story - Christmas miracle

Is the title of today's inspirational message.

This is a real Christmas miracle story, happened
in December 1997 in Wisconsin, USA.
A little girl named Sarah had leukemia and was
not expected to live to see Christmas. Her
brother and grandmother went to the mall to
ask Mark Lenonard who was a professional
Santa Claus to visit the hospital to give Sarah
the gift of hope through encouragement and
A year later Sarah surprised Santa by showing
up at the mall where he worked. Here goes the
A little boy and his grandmother came to see
Santa at The Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The
child climbed up on santa’s lap, holding a
picture of a little girl.
“Who is this?” – asked Santa, smiling. “Your
friend? Your sister?”
“Yes, Santa.” – he replied.
“My sister, Sarah, who is very sick.” – he said
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was
waiting nearby and saw her dabbing her eyes
with a tissue.
“She wanted to come with me to see you, oh,
so very much, Santa!” – the child exclaimed.
“She misses you.” – he added softly.
Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a
smile to the boy’s face, asking him what he
wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.
When they finished their visit, the grandmother
came over to help the child off his lap, and
started to say something to Santa, but halted.
“What is it?” – Santa asked warmly.
“Well, I know it’s really too much to ask you,
Santa, but ..” – the old woman began, shooing
her grandson over to one of Santa’s elves to
collect the little gift which Santa gave all his
young visitors.
“The girl in the photograph… my granddaughter
well, you see … she has leukemia and isn’t
expected to make it even through the holidays.”
– she said through tear-filled eyes.
“Is there anyway, Santa, any possible way that
you could come see Sarah? That’s all she’s
asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa.”
Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the
woman to leave information with his elves as to
where Sarah was, and he would see what he
could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of
that afternoon. He knew what he had to do.
“What if it were MY child lying in that hospital
bed, dying?” – he thought with a sinking heart,
“This is the least I can do.”
When Santa finished visiting with all the boys
and girls that evening, he retrieved from his
helper the name of the hospital where Sarah
was staying. He asked Rick, the assistant
location manager how to get to Children’s
“Why?” – Rick asked, with a puzzled look on
his face.
Santa relayed to him the conversation with
Sarah’s grandmother earlier that day.
“Common….I’ll take you there.” – Rick said
softly. Rick drove them to the hospital and
came inside with Santa. They found out which
room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would
wait out in the hall.
Santa quietly peeked into the room through the
half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the
The room was full of what appeared to be her
family; there was the grandmother and the girl’s
brother he had met earlier that day. A woman
whom he guessed was Sarah’s mother stood
by the bed, gently pushing Sarah’s thin hair off
her forehead.
And another woman who he discovered later
was Sarah’s aunt, sat in a chair near the bed
with a weary, sad look on her face. They were
talking quietly, and Santa could sense the
warmth and closeness of the family, and their
love and concern for Sarah.
Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on
his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a
hearty, “Ho, ho, ho!”
“Santa!” – shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she
tried to escape her bed to run to him.
Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm
hug. A child the tender age of his own son — 9
years old — gazed up at him with wonder and
Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore
telltale bald patches from the effects of
chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked
at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart
melted, and he had to force himself to choke
back tears.
Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah’s
face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing
of the women in the room.
As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept
quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing
Santa’s shoulder or his hand gratefully,
whispering “Thank you” as they gazed sincerely
at him with shining eyes.
Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told
him excitedly all the toys she wanted for
Christmas, assuring him she’d been a very
good girl that year.
As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in
his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for
permission from the girl’s mother. She nodded
in agreement and the entire family circled
around Sarah’s bed, holding hands.
Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if
she believed in angels, “Oh, yes, Santa… I do!”
– she exclaimed.
“Well, I’m going to ask that angels watch over
you.” – he said.
Laying one hand on the child’s head, Santa
closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that God
touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this
He asked that angels minister to her, watch and
keep her. And when he finished praying, still
with eyes closed, he started singing, softly,
“Silent Night, Holy Night…. all is calm, all is
The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling
at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy
for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.
When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of
the bed again and held Sarah’s frail, small
hands in his own.
“Now, Sarah,” – he said authoritatively, “you
have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on
getting well. I want you to have fun playing with
your friends this summer, and I expect to see
you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next
He knew it was risky proclaiming that to this
little girl who had terminal cancer, but he ‘had’
to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could
— not dolls or games or toys — but the gift of
“Yes, Santa!” – Sarah exclaimed, her eyes
bright. He leaned down and kissed her on the
forehead and left the room.
Out in the hall, the minute Santa’s eyes met
Rick’s, a look passed between them and they
wept unashamed.
Sarah’s mother and grandmother slipped out of
the room quickly and rushed to Santa’s side to
thank him.
“My only child is the same age as Sarah.” – he
explained quietly. “This is the least I could do.”
They nodded with understanding and hugged
One year later, Santa Mark was again back on
the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal
job which he so loves to do. Several weeks
went by and then one day a child came up to
sit on his lap.
“Hi, Santa! Remember me?!”
“Of course, I do.” – Santa proclaimed (as he
always does), smiling down at her. After all, the
secret to being a ‘good’ Santa is to always
make each child feel as if they are the ‘only’
child in the world at that moment.
“You came to see me in the hospital last year!”
Santa’s jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang
in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle
and held her to his chest.
“Sarah!” – he exclaimed. He scarcely
recognized her, for her hair was long and silky
and her cheeks were rosy — much different from
the little girl he had visited just a year before.
He looked over and saw Sarah’s mother and
grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving
and wiping their eyes.
That was the best Christmas ever for Santa
He had witnessed –and been blessed to be
instrumental in bringing about — this miracle of
hope. This precious little child was healed.
Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked
up to Heaven and humbly whispered, “Thank
you, Father. ‘This a very, Merry Christmas!”

Susan Morton Leonard, Santa’s wife
Santa’s name: Mark Leonard or San

Saturday, August 13, 2016

True story - The miracle of $1.11

Is the title of today's Inspirational message

Tess was a precocious eight year old when she
heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little
brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was
very sick and they were completely out of
money. They were moving to an apartment
complex next month because Daddy didn’t have
the money for the doctor bills and our house.
Only a very costly surgery could save him now
and it was looking like there was no-one to loan
them the money. She heard Daddy say to her
tearful Mother with whispered desperation, “Only
a miracle can save him now.”
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass
jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She
poured all the change out on the floor and
counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total
had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for
mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the
jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the
back door and made her way 6 blocks to
Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief
sign above the door. She waited patiently for
the pharmacist to give her some attention but
he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted
her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She
cleared her throat with the most disgusting
sound she could muster. No good.
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and
banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
“And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked
in an annoyed tone of voice. “I’m talking to my
brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in
ages,” he said without waiting for a reply to his
“Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,”
Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone.
“He’s really, really sick… and I want to buy a
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.
“His name is Andrew and he has something bad
growing inside his head and my Daddy says
only a miracle can save him now. So how much
does a miracle cost?”
“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m
sorry but I can’t help you,” the pharmacist said,
softening a little. “Listen, I have the money to
pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest.
Just tell me how much it costs.”
The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed
man. He stooped down and asked the little girl,
“What kind of a miracle does you brother need?”
“I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes
welling up. “I just know he’s really sick and
Mommy says he needs an operation. But my
Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my
“How much do you have?” asked the man from
Chicago. “One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess
answered barely audibly. “And it’s all the
money I have, but I can get some more if I
need to.
“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A
dollar and eleven cents – the exact price of a
miracle for little brothers.” He took her money
in one hand and with the other hand he grasped
her mitten and said, “Take me to where you
live. I want to see your brother and meet your
parents. Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle
you need.”
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton
Armstrong, a surgeon, specialising in neuro-
surgery. The operation was completed without
charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was
home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were
happily talking about the chain of events that
had led them to this place.
“That surgery,” her Mom whispered. “was a real
miracle. I wonder how much it would have
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a
miracle cost… one dollar and eleven cents …
plus the faith of a little child. 
Such a funny but inspirational story, Tess was determined to see her sick brother Andrew  healthy, so she took a bold decision. Some circumstances may prevent you from achieving your aim but hey! Always remember Tess, she was determined to buy miracle which is not in the human market.

Claimed to be a true story
Unknown Author

Thursday, August 11, 2016

True Love Story - True Value

Is the title of today's Inspirational message.

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
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
fiancĂ© 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
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!”

Wednesday, August 10, 2016


Is the title of today's inspirational message.

Ram received an automobile from his brother as
Birthday present.
One day when Ram came out of his office, he saw
a street urchin was walking around the shiny new
car, admiring it.
“Is this your car?” – He asked.
Ram nodded, “My brother presented me on my
The boy was astounded. “You mean your brother
gave it to you and it didn’t cost you nothing? Boy,
I wish…” – He hesitated.
Of course Ram knew what he was going to wish
for. He was going to wish he had a brother like his
brother but what the lad said jarred Ram all the
way down to his heels.
“I wish,” the boy went on, “that I could be a
brother like that.”
Ram looked at the boy in astonishment, and then
impulsively he added, “Would you like to take a
ride in my automobile?”
“Oh yes, I’d love that.”
After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes
aglow, said, “Would you mind driving in front of my
Ram smiled a little. He thought he knew what the
lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that
he could ride home in a big automobile.
But Ram was wrong again.
“Will you stop where those two steps are?” The boy
asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while
Ram heard him coming back, but he was not
coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled
brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then
sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the
“There he is, brother. Like I told you upstairs, his
brother gave it to him and it didn’t cost him a
penny. Some day I’m going to give you one just
like it then you can see for yourself all the pretty
things in the shop windows that I’ve been trying to
tell you about.”
Ram got out and lifted the crippled boy to the front
seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother
climbed in beside him and the three of them began
a memorable ride.


Appreciation means I want more.
Never cease an opportunity to make someone happy.