Human Virtues....Gandhiji

Can we play role of Dr. CarltonArmstrong

Can we play role of  Dr. CarltonArmstrong
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 really, really sick....and I want
to buy a miracle.'
'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 audible.

'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
miracle you need.'
That well-dressed man was Dr. CarltonArmstrong, a surgeon, specializing in
neuro-surgery.
The operation was completed free of
charge and it wasn't long until Andrew
was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about
he 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.

Poor Father and Lincon's attitude

On the first day, as President Abraham Lincoln

entered to give his inaugural address, just in the middle, one man stood up.

He was a rich aristocrat .

He said, "Mr. Lincoln, you should not forget that your
father used to make shoes for my family ."

And the whole Senate
laughed; they thought they had made a fool of Abraham Lincoln.

But Lincoln and that type of people are made of a totally different
mettle.

Lincoln looked at the man and said, " Sir I know that my
father used to make shoes in your house for your family, and there will
be many others here…. Because the way he made shoes; nobody else
can. He was a creator . His shoes were not just shoes; he poured his
whole soul in it. I want to ask you, have you any complaint?

Because I
know how to make shoes myself. If you have any com plaint
I can make another pair of shoes . But as far as I know, nobody has
ever complained about my father's shoes. He was a genius, a great
creator and I am proud of my father".

The whole Senate was struck dumb. They could not understand what kind of
man Abraham Lincoln was.

He was proud because his father did the job so
well that not even a single complaint had ever been heard.

Moral of the story
Are you proud or embarrassed of your dad and what he used to do for a living?

"No one can hurt you without your consent."

" It is not what happens to us that hurts us. It is our response that hurts us."

This reminds me of my father who at old age was filling Pani Ka Matka In Matunga railway worksop for 20 years & workers used to call him Shantaram Pani Pilao.I am aquarian As Abraham Linncon.Inspired & Proud of both,I learned Honesty & Perfection,I always stood first in every class upto engineering & other fields.My son has done 2 MBAs & Son-in-law is South east Asia Head of a multinational

This is all aashirwad of Father & Mother & are proud of them.

Lal