Cafe Diamond - Bollywood Actress, Marathi Songs

A young guy from Wisconsin moves to Florida and goes to a big “everything under one roof” department store looking for a job.

The Manager says,  “Do you have any sales experience?”

The kid says  “Yeah. I was a salesman back in Wisconsin “

Well, the boss liked the kid and gave him the job. “You  start tomorrow. I’ll come down after we close and see how you did.”

His first day on the job was rough, but  he got through it.  After the store was locked up, the boss came down.”How many customers bought something from you today?

The kid says “one”.

The boss says “Just one? Our sales people average 20 to 30 customers a day How much was the sale for?”

The kid says “$101,237.65″.

The boss says “$101,237.65? What the heck did you sell?” 

The kid says, “First, I sold him a small fish hook. Then I sold him a medium fishhook. Then I sold him a larger fishhook. Then I sold him a new fishing rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast, so I told him he was going to need a  boat, so we went down to the boat department and I  sold him a twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn’t think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that 4×4 Expedition.” 

The boss said “A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a BOAT and a TRUCK?”

The kid said “No, the guy came in here to buy Tampons for his wife, and I said, ‘Dude, your weekend’s shot, you should go fishing…

A high school science teacher wanted to demonstrate a concept to his students. He takes a large-mouth jar and places several large rocks in it. He then asks the class, “Is it full?” Unanimously, the class reply, “Yes!”

The teacher then takes a bucket of gravel and pours it into the jar. The small rocks settle into the spaces between the big rocks. He then asks the class, “Is it full?” This time there are some students holding back, but most reply, “Yes!”

The teacher then produces a large can of sand and proceeds to pour it into the jar. The sand fills up the spaces between the gravel. For the third time, the teacher asks, “Is it full?” Now most of the students are wary of answering, but again, many reply, “Yes!”

Then the teacher brings out a pitcher of water and pours it into the jar. The water saturates the sand. At this point the teacher asks the class, “What is the point of this demonstration?”

One bright young student raises his hand and then responds, “No matter how full one’s schedule is in life, he can always squeeze in more things!”

“No,” replies the teacher, “The point is that unless you first place the big rocks into the jar, you are never going to get them in. The big rocks are the important things in your life — your family, your friends, your personal growth. If you fill your life with small things — as demonstrated by the gravel, the sand, and the water — you will never have the time for the important things.

So, what are the “Big Rocks” in your life? Spending time with your children, your parents or your spouse? Taking the seminar or class to get the information and perspective you need to succeed? Making the time to set goals, plan or evaluate your progress? When you are hassled because there is no time, remember the story about the Big Rocks and the Jar!

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer, a building contractor, of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.

His employer was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favour. The carpenter said yes, but it was easy to see that his heart was no longer in his work. He had lost his enthusiasm and had resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials.

It was an unfortunate way to end his career. When the carpenter finished his work and his boss came to inspect the new house, the contractor handed the front-door key to the carpenter. “This is your house,” he said, “my gift to you.” What a shock! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.

Now he had to live in the home he had built none too well. So it is with us.

We build our lives in a distracted way, reacting rather than acting, willing to put up less than the best. At important points we do not give the job our best effort. Then with a shock we look at the situation we have created and find that we are now living in the house we have built for ourselves. If we had realised, we would have done it differently.

Think of yourself as the carpenter. Think about your house. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Build wisely. It is the only life you will ever build. Even if you live it for only one day more, that day deserves to be lived graciously and with dignity.

The plaque on the wall says, “Life is a do-it-yourself project.” Who could say it more clearly? Your life today is the result of your attitudes and choices in the past. Your life tomorrow will be the result.

One night, at 11:30pm, an older African-American woman was standing on the side of a Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.

Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her-generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s.  The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxi cab. She seemed to be in a big hurry!  She wrote down his address, thanked him and drove away.

Seven days went by and a knock came on the man’s door. To his surprise, a giant combination console color TV and stereo record player were delivered to his home.  A special note was attached.

The note read:

Dear Mr. James:  Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night.  The rain drenched not only my clothes but my spirits.  Then you came along.  Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband’s bedside just before he passed away.  God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others. Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole. 

If tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;

I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn’t get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too;

But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,

And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I’d have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I’d always thought,
I didn’t want to die.

I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
The thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I’d say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven’s gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,

He said, “This is eternity,
And all I’ve promised you.”
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day’s the same way
There’s no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things

You knew you shouldn’t do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you’re free.
So won’t you come and take my hand

And share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I’m right here, in your heart.

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.  Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.  Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.

She never tried to speak. She never said a word.  Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.  The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there.  Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.

Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.  For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone.  As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl’s dress was grotesquely shaped.  I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her.  Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.

As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare.  As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.  She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, “hello”;

The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a “hi”; after a long stare into my eyes.  I smiled and she shyly smiled back.  We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad.

The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, “Because, I’m different”; I immediately said, “That you are!”; and smiled. The little girl acted even  sadder and said, “I know.” “Little girl,”

I said, “you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent”;

She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said, “really?”;

“Yes, you’re like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all those  people walking by”;

She nodded her head yes, and smiled.  With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread,  then she said “I am. I’m your Guardian Angel”; with a twinkle in her eye.

I was speechless-sure I was seeing things.

She said, “For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done”;

I got to my feet and said, “Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?”

She looked at me, smiled, and said, “You’re the only one that could see me”; and then she was gone.

And with that, my life was changed dramatically.  So, when you think you’re all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured 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 question. “Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. “He’s “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 your 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 money.”

“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, specializing 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 cost?” Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost… one dollar and eleven cents ……. plus the faith of a little child.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of higher law……

I asked God to take away my pride.
God said,  “No. It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.”

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said,  “No. Her spirit is whole, her body was only temporary.”

I asked God to grant me patience.
God said,  “No. Patience is a by-product of tribulations; it isn’t granted, it is earned.”

I asked God to give me happiness.
God said,  “No. I give you blessings, happiness is up to you.”

I asked God to spare me pain.
God said,  “No. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.”

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said,  “No. You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful.”

I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said,  “No. I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things.”
I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as God loves me.
God said, “Ahhhh… Finally you have the idea!”

I’ve learned that I like my teacher because she cries when we sing “Silent Night”. - Age 6

I’ve learned that you can’t hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk. - Age 7

I’ve learned that when I wave to people in the country, they stop what they are doing and wave back. - Age 9

I’ve learned that just when I get my room the way I like it, Mom makes me clean it up. - Age 13

I’ve learned that if you want to cheer yourself up, you should try cheering someone else up. - Age 14

I’ve learned that although it’s hard to admit it, I’m secretly glad my parents are strict with me. - Age 15

I’ve learned that silent company is often more healing than words of advice. - Age 24

I’ve learned that brushing my child’s hair is one of life’s great pleasures. - Age 26

I’ve learned that wherever I go, the worlds worst drivers have followed me there. - Age 29

I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it. - Age 39

I’ve learned that there are people who love you dearly but just don’t know how to show it. - Age 41

I’ve learned that you can make someone’s day by simply sending them a little card. - Age 44

I’ve learned that the greater a person’s sense of guilt, the greater his need to cast blame on others. - Age 46

I’ve learned that children and grandparents are natural allies. - Age 47

I’ve learned that singing “Amazing Grace” can lift my spirits for hours. - Age 49

I’ve learned that motel mattresses are better on the side away from the phone. - Age 50

I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. - Age 52

I’ve learned that keeping a vegetable garden is worth a medicine cabinet full of pills. - Age 52

I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you miss them terribly after they die. - Age 53

I’ve learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life. - Age 58

I’ve learned that if you want to do something positive for your children, try to improve your marriage. - Age 61

I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. - Age 62

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catchers mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back. - Age 64

I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, the needs of others, your work, meeting new people, and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you. - Age 65

I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with kindness, I usually make the right decision. - Age 66

I’ve learned that everyone can use a prayer. - Age 72

I’ve learned that it pays to believe in miracles. And to tell the truth, I’ve seen several. - Age 73

I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. - Age 82

I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch - holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. - Age 85

I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. - Age 92