I really like this PG. There is ALWAYS a chance that we may not know all the facts and so , therefore, could possibly be wrong. We must always leave our minds open for the unknown.

Yes, that's true Dawn! Ever wondered ....the human mind is believed to be belonging to the most intelligent species on this planet ...but this mind often perceives only what we want it to. This is what we call pre-conceived notion. Human mind, no matter how powerful it is, cannot think beyond a certain limit. Then who is it that governs our mind?

A Lesson for a Lifetime
Posted by ancutamaria on June 11, 2008

When I arrived at 6 a.m. in the large hospital kitchen, Rose was already checking name tags on the trays against the patient roster. Stainless steel shelves held rows of breakfast trays which we would soon be serving.

“Hi, I’m Janet.” I tried to sound cheerful, although I already knew Rose’s reputation for being impossible to work with. “I’m scheduled to work with you this week.”

Rose, a middle-aged woman with graying hair, stopped what she was doing and peered over her reading glasses. I could tell from her expression she wasn’t pleased to see a student worker.

“What do you want me to do? Start the coffee?”


Rose sullenly nodded and went back to checking name tags.

I filled the 40-cup pot with cold water and began making the coffee when Rose gruffly snapped, “That’s not the way to make coffee.” She stepped in and took over.

“I was just doing it the way our supervisor showed us to do it,” I said in astonishment.

“The patients like the coffee better the way I do it,” she replied curtly.

Nothing I did pleased her. All morning her eagle eyes missed nothing and her sharp words stung. She literally trailed me around the kitchen.


Later, after breakfast had been served and the dishes had been washed, I set up my share of trays for the next meal. Then I busied myself cleaning the sink. Certainly Rose couldn’t criticize the way I did that.

When I turned around, there stood Rose, rearranging all of the trays I had just set up!

Totally exhausted, I trudged the six blocks home from the University of Minnesota Hospital late that June afternoon. As a third year university student working my way through school, I had never before encountered anyone like Rose.

Fighting back tears, I wrestled with my dilemma alone in my room. “Lord, what do you want me to do? I can’t take much more of Rose.”

I turned the possibilities over in my mind. Should I see if my supervisor would switch me to work with someone else? Scheduling was fairly flexible. On the other hand, I didn’t want to be a quitter. I knew my older co-workers were watching to see if my actions matched my words.

The answer to my prayer caught me completely by surprise — I needed to love Rose.

Love her? No way! Tolerate, yes, but loving her was impossible.

“Lord, I can’t love Rose. You’ll have to do it through me.”

Working with Rose the next morning, I ignored the barbs thrown in my direction and did things Rose’s way as much as possible to avoid friction. As I worked, I silently began to surround Rose with a warm blanket of prayers. “Lord, help me love Rose. Lord, bless Rose.”

Over the next few days an amazing thing began to happen. As I prayed for this irritating woman, my focus shifted from what she was doing to me, and I started seeing Rose as the hurting person she was. The icy tension began to melt away.

Throughout the rest of the summer, we had numerous opportunities to work together. Each time she seemed genuinely happy to see me. As I worked with this lonely woman, I listened to her–something no one else had done.

I learned that she was burdened by elderly parents who needed her care, her own health problems, and an alcoholic husband she was thinking of leaving.

The days slipped by quickly as I finished the last several weeks of my summer job. Leaves were starting to turn yellow and red, and there was a cool, crispness in the air. I soon would be returning as a full-time university student.

One day, while I was working alone in one of the hospital kitchens, Rose entered the room. Instead of her blue uniform, she was wearing street clothes.

I looked at her in surprise. “Aren’t you working today?”

“I got me another job and won’t be working here no more,” she said as she walked over and gave me a quick hug. “I just came to say good-bye.” Then she turned abruptly and walked out the door.

Although I never saw Rose again, I still remember her vividly. That summer I learned a lesson I’ve never forgotten. The world is full of people like Rose–irritating, demanding, unlovable - yet hurting inside. I’ve found that love is the best way to turn an enemy into a friend.

That's a very touching story in deed, Michael. We as humans should first try to step into the other person's shoes before reaching a conclusion. That's where our emotional intelligence comes to play.

Second thing that it proves is that love can break the toughest of barriers. ...very apt!

Beautiful story PG. :)) And in the same time, full of wisdom. I always came to the comclusion that misunderstandings and missinterpretations can come between not only two people, but also between a person and a certain situation. Recently, i had an experince that was a little funny and in the same time sad..This type of misunderstandings can break up friendships and special connections and i have seen it hapening before. In my opinion, communication is the key. If you loose contact with a person and all you do are a few things here and there..you understand them THE WAY YOU WANT...WITHOUT ASKING THAT PERSON, IF YOUR UNDERSTADNING WAS CORRECT OR NOT.I am not sure if i make sense here or not...but i can give more details if i have to:P.

You are so correct, Florina. I wish we could value our relationships and conserve them for as long as possible. What else are we going to leave back when we pack up from this world?

It makes lot of sense, Florina. Do share whatever you want to. This is the right forum.

We minimize our worries and maximize happiness through sharing.

Give your remarks on this one:

LOOKS ARE DECEPTIVE: Judging People by Appearance!

A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President's outer office.

The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge.

"We'd like to see the president," the man said softly.

"He'll be busy all day," the secretary snapped.

"We'll wait," the lady replied.

For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away.

They didn't, and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted.

"Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they'll leave," she said to him!

He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, and he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.

The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple. The lady told him, "We had a son who attended Harvard for one year.

He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus."

The president wasn't touched. He was shocked.

"Madam," he said, gruffly, "we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died.. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery."

"Oh, no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard."

The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, and then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard."

For a moment the lady was silent.

The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now.

The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don't we just start our own?"

Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment.

Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the university that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.

You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing for them.

...A TRUE STORY by Malcolm Forbes

wooooow, i had no idea this is how Standford started!!!! Wonderful story! And very emotional !!! Yes, many of us judge a person solely by appearance and..first impression. Why? Because we are to selfish and very ...rushed to take conclusions. This is just my NICE way of saying it:)))

I know this true story....the first time I read it a year ago, I felt deeply moved by the simplicity of this couple..

Exactly ...when we often feel that we know everything ...someone humbly makes us realize how little we know of ourselves ....leave apart other things.

Yeah....like you make me realise how little I know of myself...lol

Awwwww! *HIDING BLUSHES*

Hey....I'm turning "pinnnnkk"..like my flower !!

*KEEPS BLUSHING*

A food for thought for you:
Her Diary

Today night, I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee.

I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but he kept quiet and absent.

I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing."

I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.

On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love u, too.."

When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV.; he seemed distant and absent.

Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed.

I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep.

I don't know what to do.. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.

My life is a disaster.
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His Diary

Today India lost (the cricket match) against Bangladesh.
.....Damn it!


Now... that's what I call: Simplicity of men vs Complexity of women

: )

And this joke ...that resembles the theme story quite a bit:
A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.

"Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response.

"That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens." then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?" No response. So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?" Still no response. Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, Honey, what's for dinner?" Again he gets no response so; He walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for dinner?" Again there is no response. So he walks right up behind her.

"Honey, what's for dinner?" ;;;; "James, for the FIFTH time I've said, BOILED CHICKEN!"