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heated gold becomes ornament, beaten copper become wires, depleted stones become statue, So the more challenges you get in life, the more you become valuable.

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THE PERFUME

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class
on the very first day of school, she told the
children an untruth. Like most teachers, she
looked at her students and said that she loved
them all the same. However, that was impossible,
because there in the front row, slumped in his
seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year
before and noticed that he did not play well with
the other children, that his clothes were messy
and that he constantly needed a bath. In
addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would
actually take delight in marking his papers with
a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting
a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the
school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was
required to review each child's past records and
she put Teddy's off until last. However, when
she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.


Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is
a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his
work neatly and has good manners. He is a joy
to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an
excellent student, well liked by his classmates,
but he is troubled because his mother has
terminal illness and life at home must be a
struggle!"

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's
death has been hard on him. He tries to do his
best, but his father doesn't show much interest
and his home life will soon affect him if some
steps aren't taken."


Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is
withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in
school. He doesn't have many friends and he
sometimes sleeps in class."



By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem
and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even
worse when her students brought her Christmas
presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright
paper, except for Teddy's. His present was
clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that
he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took
pains to open it in the middle of the other
presents. Some of the children started to laugh
when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of
the stones missing, and a bottle that was
one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the
children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty
the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some
of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard
stayed after school that day just long to say, "
Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom
used to." After the children left, she cried for
at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading,
writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to
teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular
attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his
mind seemed to come alive. The more she
encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the
end of the year, Teddy had become one of the
smartest children in the class and, despite her
lie that she would love all the children the
same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her
door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still
the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note
from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished
high school, third in his class, and she was
still the best teacher he ever had in his whole
life.

Four years after that, she got another
letter, saying that while things had been tough
at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with
it, and would soon graduate from college with the
highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that
she was still the best and favorite teacher he
had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another
letter came. This time he explained that after
he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a
little further. The letter explained that she
was still the best and favorite teacher he ever
had. But now his name was a little longer,
the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there
was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said
he had met this girl and was going to be married.
He explained that his father had died a couple
of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs.
Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the
place that was usually reserved for the mother of
the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess
what? She wore that bracelet, the one with
several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made
sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy
remembered! his mother wearing on their last
Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard
whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, Thank you Mrs.
Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much
for making me feel important and showing me that
I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes,
whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it
all wrong. You were the one who taught me that
could make a difference. I didn't know how to
teach until I met you."

Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this
along. I love this story so very much, I cry
every time I read it. Just try to make
difference in someone's life today, tomorrow, just
"do it"

Random acts of kindness, I think they call it?

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talk through your PC

open a notepad

type:


Dim msg, sapi
msg=InputBox("Enter your text","Talk it")
Set sapi=CreateObject("sapi.spvoice")
sapi.Speak msg



then save as vbs file.... *.vbs.

click the, icon a word. when you hit enter. your pc will talk

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If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage.

To those who are married, .. Not married ... and soon to be married
MARRIAGE

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. “Be man enough ...tell me!! “She said .That night; we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a good answer; I had lost my heart to Dew her best friend. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent
ten years of her life with me had become a stranger... I feel sorry for her
wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for
I loved Dew so dearly.

Finally she cried, which was what had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something
at the table. I didn't eat supper but went straight to sleep; I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal
a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken
marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall now I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. .. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to
face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we
both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in
his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the
sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.
She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I
nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She
went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time... I realized she was not
young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was
graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her.. For a minute I wondered what I
had done to her.


On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was
growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry
her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have
grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was
the reason why I could carry her more easily..

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her
heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head..

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential
part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him
tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my
mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the
bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck
softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding
day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad... On the last day, when I held
her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held
her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy...

the 30th day. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door.. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked
upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not
want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, it’s not a good joke though she said... My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day
I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote,
I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
This is the last day of the one month that she asked before the divorce.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I
run up stairs, she’s lying on our bed. Closed eyes…half smile on her lips…
I held her hand …. When I am about to utter a word she waked up and smile…thank you…thank you for carrying me. That is the last breath that she had. Though I’ve done a lot of not so good things on her. She still thank me on her last moment..
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It’s not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank,
blah..blah.. .blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness
but cannot give happiness in themselves.... So find time to be your spouse's
friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do
have a real happy marriage!

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