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Monday, October 22, 2012

A Wise Counting

Emperor Akbar was in the habit of putting riddles and puzzles to his courtiers. He often asked questions which were strange and witty. It took much wisdom to answer these questions.

Once he asked a very strange question. The courtiers were dumb folded by his question.

Akbar glanced at his courtiers. As he looked, one by one the heads began to hang low in search of an answer. It was at this moment that Birbal entered the courtyard. Birbal who knew the nature of the emperor quickly grasped the situation and asked, "May I know the question so that I can try for an answer".

Akbar said, "How many crows are there in this city?"

Without even a moment's thought, Birbal replied "There are fifty thousand five hundred and eighty nine crows, my lord".

"How can you be so sure?” asked Akbar.

Birbal said, "Make you men count, My lord. If you find more crows it means some have come to visit their relatives here. If you find less number of crows it means some have gone to visit their relatives elsewhere".

Akbar was pleased very much by Birbal's wit.

MORAL : A witty answer will serve its purpose.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Don't count your chickens before they are hatched

Milk-maid had been to the meadow to milk her cows. Now she was returning home with a pail of milk on her head.

She thought, "I will make cream and butter out of this milk. Then selling them, I will buy eggs. and when they hatch, I shall have a good poultry farm."

She further thought, "I shall sell some of my fowls and buy a fine dress. Seeing it on my body at the fair, all the boys will admire me. the pail of milk tumbled downBut I will turn them away just tossing my head at them."

Lost in day dreams, she forgot about the pail on her head. She tossed her head with a jerk and the pail of milk came tumbling down. it was broken and all the milk got spilt. 

"Dear O dear !" she cried, "I have lost my all."

MORAL: Don't count your chickens before they are hatched.

I Live In a Sexless Marriage Loveless Life/marriage

I have read enough here to now know I may not be alone. Yet, it does not make the pain of an empty LOVELESS life.

I am 51 I have NO hope of Love or happiness. I respect what many of you will reply. But, I have been unhappy for my whole life. It is only now that the urge to meet Angel of Death is so with in my thoughts that I swoon about it.

I got married for the wrong reason. I am NOT blame her. I also am NOT to blame at all either. My only crime if it is is poverty and being Glen.

I see happy couples around in love and showing it. Then, I see myself. withdrawn and alone.

I need to break free from this live. ONLY reason I live is for my daughter. But, I am losing the battle fast here.

Everyone expects so much of me. most ALL the people here where I live New Canaan, CT
USA are stuck up, rich, hypocrites Well, 90% are. This includes people who both live and or work here

Well, good night I really like this site and most of you people.

GLEN

I Remember My First Time Wedding Night

I was 21 when I got married and had not done anything more than let a guy feel my chest through my shirt once.  My husband and I had always assumed we would wait till marriage before we messed around.  That was just how we were raised.  Now, I wonder what I will teach my kids when the time comes, because sex is fun.

Anyway, we had spent the entire day in our gown and tux and were very tired.  At first it was very exciting for me to get all dressed up in my sexy wedding night lingerie under my wedding dress, but after being at the wedding and reception and everythign for so long, it really did not mean much at the time.  We finally headed towards the hotel around 10pm.  We were riding in the limo when it finally hit me what we were going to go do.  I could feel my chest swell and my nipples get hard under my corset.

When we finally got to the room, we were just so relieved it took a while to get things moving.  Finally, my husband came over to me and kissed me hard on the lips.  We stood in the middle of the room kissing and undressing each other as we went.  When we were finally down to our undies, we climbed into the bed.  It felt so good and naughty to have him touching my body that way.  He massaged my chest and touched my bare butt and rubbed everywhere.

I reached between his legs to find him just as excited as I was.  He was very hard and bursting out of his underwear.  He stood up and pulled off his shorts and I would see my first penis up close.  It was but was not what I expected.  Not that I knew what to expect, but I found myself focused on it very much.  I touched it with my hand lightly, then I took it in my hand.  It seemed very big to me.  I lightly stroked it for him.  I watched his eyes roll into his head as I stroked the base with one hand and the tip with the other.  It just kept growing and twitching.  I could stroke the tip on my palm and he would twitch and grunt.  It was kind of scarry, I did not know if he liked it or if it hurt.

He then laid me back onto the bed and laid on top of me.  He started kissing me again.  I could feel him between my legs as he slowly kissed my neck and worked his lips towards my chest.  As he took hold of a nipple in his mouth, I was lost.  I had never felt anything like it.  I began breathing heavily as did he as he worked himself against me more.

As he kissed a nipple, she reached down and spread my legs wide apart.  As he did, I could feel his penis very much between my legs.  It was very smooth and I was very very wet.  He looked down into my eyes and asked if I was ready.  I was not sure, but I said yes.  He reached between us and guided his penis to my opening.  It felt so good as he began pressing it against me.  Then I felt the tip slide inside of me.  I could not breath.  It was like someone had pushed all the air out of my body.  It hurt so bad.  I just laid there gasping as he tried to work it in and out.  I was not sure if this was what was supposed to happen, but at this point it was so tight it hurt almost every stroke.

After just a few minutes of him working it into me, he started to grunt and I could feel a warm fluid flowing between my legs.  He started to scream as it kept twitching inside of me.  Suddenly he collapsed on top of me and rolled off onto the bed.  I felt relief after he was out of me, but what I felt most was all his fluid running out of me.  Was not sure what to do with all of it.  We laid there for a few minutes catching our breath.  As we did, I looked down at his body and was looking at his penis.  It was still semi hard but was still a major focus of my attention.  I had never seen one before, let alone one with his and my juice on it.  I was entranced and could not help but reach down and gently stroke it.  I dont know how big it really is, but I had to laugh at myself when I noticed I could put my hand at the base and he still had several inches sticking up above my hand.  That was the last thing I remember before going to bed.

In the morning I would awaken early with a warm kind of slimy feeling between my legs.  Then I remembered I where I was and what had happened.  Suddenly my body began to crave more of what had happened.  It was like a switch had turned on and it was ready for more since we were not going to get "in trouble" for it.  I began rubbing his chest hair and stroking his nipples a little.  It was not until I began rubbing my way down his body that he would fully awaken.  He moaned as my hand grasp his penis again.  I smiled a dirty little smile at him once it was good and hard.  He asked what I was smiling about.

Without saying a word, it was my turn to climb onto him.  I began by rubbing it up and down my butt crack making sure it was good and hard.  I worked my way down from his lips to his neck and then his chest as I kissed around his body.  Finally when I thought it was going to break from being bent down so far, I lifted myself over him.  His penis stood strait in the air as if I had planted it.  I slowly lowered myself down onto it.  At first it hurt again, but I was much wetter than before, I know now that it was probably his *** that was so wet.  I remember trying to work it around so that it would feel better.  All the time he was moaning and grunting at my movements.

I am not sure why I did, but I decided to try a different approach.  I leaned back and tried to just sit on his lap.  At first it hurt really bad again and he still did not go in very far compared to how much he had.  I figured he was supposed to go in further so I worked it around more and more trying to find the right spots.  Suddenly, as I rolled my hips forward and sat strait up, it slammed all the way into me.  I could not breath as I gasp from the pleasure filled pain.  At the base, it hurt as it stretched me wide.  But inside, oh, inside it was amazing.  I looked down at him as I began to relax and get used to him.  His eyes were rolled back into his head and his mouth was wide open.  I assumed he was feeling the pleasure I was now feeling.

I started shifting my weight back and forth as his length shifted inside me.  It was like a huge log was inside me, he was so hard he did not bend or yield to my body much, but he sure liked it.  I worked it around more and more when suddenly I felt his hand reach up and cup my breasts.  It was like lightning going through my body.  I could not believe how good his hands felt.  I grabbed them and squeezed them hard against my breasts.  In return he squeezed harder and harder.  I could not stand it any more and reached around and ripped my corset off so he could have whatever he wanted.

After I released my body from my corset he began massaging me everywhere.  I could not get enough.  I started shifting my weight forward and back.  Faster and faster I wanted him in and out of me.  I then started bouncing up and down on him.  I would take him all the way out to where just the tip was in, then just pounce back down shoving it all back into me.  It was sweet pleasure and pain every time.  This went on for several minutes before he grabbed hold of my chest tightly as I bounced.  I looked down at him and he staired up at me as his eyes go huge and his mouth opened.  I continued as a slow groan and several grunts began to come from his mouth.  This transformed into screams as I felt his penis throb inside of me and felt his hot load gushing against my insides.

He filled me with shot after shot for several minutes.  Even after I had stopped and laid on his chest I could feel his semi hard twitching inside my body.  Noticing what time it was and the fact that we had only two hours to get cleaned up and to the airport, we took a nice hot smooth shower together and got dressed.

I dont know what I expected, but I was a bit surprised as to how much it hurt.  It took nearly two months for me to get to where having sex with him did not hurt my muscles when we were done.  Now its nothing.  I also did not expect the gooy feeling that his juice had when he was done.  It has also taken me a while to get used to that.  I now, quite enjoy the feeling, but that is another experience I suspect.

I hope you enjoyed.  It has taken me a long time to put this all down.  If you like, please let me know.  If you do not, please be nice.

Marriage Sex: The Truth About Sex After Marriage

Marriage SexIn the newly-released movie “American Reunion,” the latest installment of the “American Pie” series, one of the major plotlines revolves around Alyson Hannigan’s character, Michelle, who has transformed over the past decade from a sexually adventurous coed -- remember that “one time at band camp”? -- into an overworked mom who’s too exhausted to sleep with her husband, former pie-humper Jim, played by Jason Biggs.
The film is just the latest illustration of the by-now-clichéd scenario: man and woman get married, man and woman start losing interest in getting busy every night and, soon enough, man and woman’s formerly hot sex life is as lively as a deflated balloon.
While there is some truth to the cliché -- and the seemingly endless wisecracks born out of it -- it doesn't tell the whole story. What's more, it trivializes the very real stresses that couples may experience as their sex lives ebb. So what's really going on? Well, like everything, it's complicated.
To look at the statistics about marriage and sex, you wouldn’t even know that there was an issue to begin with. “Studies have found that married people have more sex than single people, and they also have more varied sex,” says sexual health expert and best-selling author Dr. Laura Berman, who hosts “In The Bedroom with Dr. Laura Berman” on OWN. ”Oral sex is also more common among married people.”
One of the most comprehensive studies on the subject, which was released in 2010 by the Center for Sexual Health Promotion at Indiana University, confirmed this, compiling statistics on sexual attitudes and habits of 5,865 people between ages 14 and 94. An average of 61 percent of singles reported that they hadn’t had sex within the past year, compared with 18 percent of married people. Looking specifically at those between the ages of 25 and 59, 25 percent of married people reported that they were still having sex two to three times per week versus less than five percent of singles.

Yet, while Indiana University’s data is often cited as evidence that married sex can be hot – way hotter than single, anonymous, no-strings-attached sex, thankyouverymuch -- it doesn’t really reflect the shift that individual married couples notice in their sex lives as the years pass, nor the anxiety that this change can trigger.

Unfortunately, there isn’t conclusive statistical data comparing the frequency of couples’ sex while they’re dating to the frequency of their sex as a married couple. However, it doesn’t take a scientist to understand that, as time passes, their sex lives will take a hit.
It’s human nature to crave novelty, as great thinkers as far back as Pliny the Elder have noted -- it’s what makes new couples want to rip the buttons off each others’ shirts and engage in lingerie-sparked romps until the wee hours of the morning. But eventually, having access to the same naked body night after night is bound to erode its novelty. “Tonight’s the night” becomes “not tonight” -- after all, there’s always tomorrow (and the next night... and the next night... and… okay, you get it).

If your relationship started off hotter, heavier and sweatier than a Florida summer, this sexual shift can be disheartening -- even a little scary -- as you start comparing your married sex life to the one you had early on in your relationship (or to the assumed steamy sex lives of your fellow wedded friends).

This is where the complications about married sex begin: When you start worrying about not having sex -- and what that might mean about you, your spouse and your spouse’s attraction toward you.

Sure, plenty of relationship advice books declare that anyone can reignite the spark in their marriage, with a whole spectrum of tips from recreating the courtship mood through role-play to scheduling mandatory date nights. However, it’s impossible to replicate the passionate, falling-crazy-in-love phase of a relationship. What most of these books won’t tell you is that that’s okay. So what if some nights you’d prefer binging on Chinese food and watching “The Biggest Loser” to ripping off each other’s clothes? Isn’t that what marriage is about -- being forever bound to someone who will love you even when the chow mein you just inhaled saddled you with a massive food baby?
While a couple’s sluggish sex life can create dramatic tension for a movie plotline, in real life the pressure that couples put on themselves to reenact the early days of their love affair can cause more issues than their lack of sex.
“A big problem in marriage is that one or both people start thinking something is wrong with them because they're not having sex as much as they think they should. When you start comparing your sex life to what you think it ‘should be’ and conclude that you fall short -- well, that’s a problem,” says psychologist Harriet Lerner, Ph.D., author of "Marriage Rules." "Often, lack of sex doesn't mean anything else is wrong in your relationship. Sexuality is vulnerable and often has a life of its own apart from how your marriage is doing.” (Lerner’s perspective is particularly timely as Lifetime debuts its new show, “7 Days of Sex,” later this month, in which real-life couples are challenged to have sex for one week straight with the hope of “saving their marriage.”)
This is not to say that couples should resign themselves to sexless unions. The foolproof solution for couples wanting to have more sex is simple: have more sex. Experts agree that the more you do it, the more you want to do it, which is far more encouraging than the oft-quoted axiom, “if you don’t use it, you lose it.”

Lerner even suggests that couples go about getting it on even when they’re not in the mood. “If you wait to have sex until one or both of you genuinely feel desire, you'll wait too long,” she says. “In marriage there is often at least one person in the couple who won't feel a natural desire to initiate sex. Push yourself to get started even if you're just doing it for your partner's pleasure.”

As sterile as this advice might sound, the just-as-unsexy truth is, “For all the safety and security that marriage can bring it’s not easy to have ‘good sex’ with the person you live with year in and year out,” Lerner says.
Adds Berman: “You can’t expect wild sex to happen on a regular Tuesday night unless you put it in a little effort. If you want more romance, then be more romantic. If you want more sex, then initiate sex more often.” Basically, put down the take-out, turn off the TV and bring sexy back already.

Yet, while the experts’ solution to having more sex is straightforward, how individual married couples relate to their lives can remain emotionally complex. In marriage, spouses exclusively give sexual pleasure to each other, therefore whether or not they have it can be closely connected to how they think they measure up as partners. It doesn’t help that sexual desire can be a tricky fire to ignite, as it often requires harmony from heart, head and, well, loins.
At the very least, couples can try to stop engaging in the most libido-crushing activity of all, which would be to dwell on -- and beat themselves up over -- all the sex that they’re not having. Leave that to the single people.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

The loser who never gave up!

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 loser.
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, USN






About Charles Schulz’s cartoon:
The Peanuts Cartoon
Peanuts is a syndicated daily and Sunday American comic strip written and illustrated by Charles M. Schulz, which ran from October 2, 1950, to February 13, 2000, continuing in reruns afterward.
The strip is the most popular and influential in the history of the comic strip, with 17,897 strips published in all, making it “arguably the longest story ever told by one human being”, according to Robert Thompson of Syracuse University. At its peak, Peanuts ran in over 2,600 newspapers, with a readership of 355 million in 75 countries, and was translated into 21 languages.


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A heart melt real story!


In the image above is Shila Ghosh, an 83-year-old woman who lives in Pali in West Bengal, a state in the eastern region of India and is the nation’s fourth-most populous.
Her only son had heart ailment and passed away a few months ago. To make ends meet, Shila now works. Every evening, Shila comes from Pali to Kolkata to sell chips.
When asked if she has a problem in travelling, she weakly smiled and said: “No, the bus gets me here and my health is not that bad”.
Circumstances could have easily forced her to beg but her dignity and respect is everything for her, she is determined to work until the end of her life rather than to beg on the streets.
Story courtesy of Sufia Khatoon,
A college student in Kolkata  
When we go on complaining, let us remember her….. she chose to solve her problems on her own for as they say God helps them those who help themselves.
Don’t worry, Shila is being helped. Although she refuses donations and prefers to make her own living, many people found ways to help without making her feel dependent on anyone i.e. purchase more chips from her… some are also helping her to build a kiosk.

The Elephant Rope

As a man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.
He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” trainer said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”
The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.
Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?
Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life.

Lessons from 9/11, the annoying little things:

  • As you might know, the head of a major company survived the tragedy of “9/11” in New York because his son started kindergarten.
     
  • Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.
     
  • One woman was late because her alarm clock didn’t go off in time.
     
  • One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident.
     
  • One of them missed his bus.
     
  • One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.
     
  • One’s car wouldn’t start.
     
  • One went back to answer the telephone.
     
  • One had a child that dawdled and didn’t get ready as soon as he should have.
     
  • One couldn’t get a taxi.
     
  • The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.
     
Now when I am stuck in traffic…
      – miss an elevator…
      – turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
      – all the little things that annoy me…
      – I think to myself…
         this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.
The next time your morning seems to be going wrong,
      – the children are slow getting dressed,
      – you can’t seem to find the car keys,
      – you hit every traffic light…
      – don’t get mad or frustrated;
         God is at work watching over you.
May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little things – and may you remember and appreciate their possible purpose.

Give time to our family

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.
“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”

Live and Work

Father was a hardworking man who delivered bread as a living to support his wife and three children. He spent all his evenings after work attending classes, hoping to improve himself so that he could one day find a better paying job. Except for Sundays, Father hardly ate a meal together with his family. He worked and studied very hard because he wanted to provide his family with the best money could buy.
Whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.
The day came when the examination results were announced. To his joy, Father passed, and with distinctions too! Soon after, he was offered a good job as a senior supervisor which paid handsomely.
Like a dream come true, Father could now afford to provide his family with life’s little luxuries like nice clothing, fine food and vacation abroad.
However, the family still did not get to see father for most of the week. He continued to work very hard, hoping to be promoted to the position of manager. In fact, to make himself a worthily candidate for the promotion, he enrolled for another course in the open university.
Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.
Father’s hard work paid off and he was promoted. Jubilantly, he decided to hire a maid to relieve his wife from her domestic tasks. He also felt that their three-room flat was no longer big enough, it would be nice for his family to be able to enjoy the facilities and comfort of a condominium. Having experienced the rewards of his hard work many times before, Father resolved to further his studies and work at being promoted again. The family still did not get to see much of him. In fact, sometimes Father had to work on Sundays entertaining clients. Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.
As expected, Father’s hard work paid off again and he bought a beautiful condominium overlooking the coast of Singapore. On the first Sunday evening at their new home, Father declared to his family that he decided not to take anymore courses or pursue any more promotions. From then on he was going to devote more time to his family.
Father did not wake up the next day.

The important things in life

A philosophy professor stood before his class with some items on the table in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, about 2 inches in diameter.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He then asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “Yes.”
“Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The rocks are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter – like your job, your house, your car.
The sand is everything else. The small stuff.”
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued “there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal.
Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”