There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses.
One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no actual address. He thought he should open it to see what it was about.

 The letter read:

Dear God,
I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension.

Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension payment.

  Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?

Sincerely, Edna

 
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars.
By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. 
The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.

Christmas came and went. 

A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God. 
All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened.
It read:


Dear God,

How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? 
Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. 
We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift.

By the way, there was $4 missing. 
I think it might have been those bastards at the post office.

Sincerely, Edna

WHEN YOU TRUST SOMEONE TRUST HIM COMPLETELY WITHOUT 
ANY DOUBT....... AT THE END YOU WOULD GET ONE OF THE TWO : 
EITHER A LESSON FOR YOUR LIFE OR A VERY GOOD PERSON

LIFE IS NOT ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO ACT TRUE TO YOUR   FACE ........ 

IT'S ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO REMAIN TRUE BEHIND   YOUR BACK

There was a small hermitage in the mountains. The air was cool and clean. Some young sadhus lived there. They lived simply. They ate mostly wild fruits and berries. They slept on jute mats on the floor. They brought water from the nearby stream to cook, wash and clean the hermitage. They bathed in the stream. Most importantly, they spent most of their time in meditation. They had left behind their families to meditate and free themselves from worldly attachment.

One day, two of the sadhus went to the stream to fetch water. They filled a bucket each and set them near the hermitage. They then went to collect fire wood. It was a very cold day, so they thought that they would heat some water for bathing. After collecting some dried wood, they got back. A little sparrow was sitting on the edge of one of the buckets; her beak was in the water. One of the sadhus ran forward to scare it away, "Hush! Hush! That's our water," he cried out. The tiny bird flew away.

When they reached the buckets, the first sadhu reached out to pick up the bucket that had not been touched by the sparrow. The other sage said, "Wait a minute that was my bucket."

"Of course not, that one is mine."

"I put mine, on this side. That one is yours. Leave my bucket alone."

"Why should I leave it, it is mine."

The argument went on, till they caught hold of each other's neck. They had a scuffle and one of the sadhus, being more able bodied, was able to physically lift the other one and throw him further. The sadhu landed with a thud and his foot hit the same bucket over which they had been fighting.

All the water spilled onto the ground!

Let us look at this objectively -

Firstly, how much water could the sparrow possibly have drunk, that the quantity of water was affected!

Secondly, had the water become impure due to the sparrow's touch? It was drawn from the stream. All wild birds and animals would be drinking from it all the time!

Thirdly, the water was going to be used for just bathing. Neither the quantity nor the purity of the bathing water had been affected.

What is the use of talking about detachment from worldly objects when one can fight over a bucket full of bath water!

USED v/s LOVED .. Must read

This is the true story that happned in U.S .Here it goes

While the man was polishing his new car , his 4 year old son picked up a stone and scratched lines on one side of  the car . His father could not control his anger  and started hitting his tiny hands and hit it  till the time his mother came to rescue him, without even realizing that he used wrench ..

At hospital , the child lost his all his fingers due to multiple fracture.

When child woke up from hospital bed he innocently asked his dad " daddy i am sorry about truck but when are my fingers going to grow back? "

father was hurt to the core and was speechless .. he went home and kicked the truck many a times. when he was just devastating his action , he looked a the scratches and child had written 'LOVE U DAD".

His father couldn't take this and committed suicide ..

Moral - Things are to be used and people are to be loved . but in today's world problem is things are loved and people are used . Things can be Repaired but broken bones and hurt feelings often can't .. To err is human..No body is perfect ... human is ought to make mistakes but in return actions taken can haunt us forever..

Have a nice day..

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