Heart is a Beautiful Garden......

Once a Junior School teacher asked her students to bring some potatoes in a plastic bag to school. Each potato will be given a name of the person whom that child hates. Like this, the number of potatoes will be equal to the number of persons they hate. On a decided day the children brought their potatoes well addressed. Some had two, some had three and some had even five potatoes.                    The teacher said they have to carry these potatoes with them everywhere they go for a week. As the days passed the children started to complain about the spoiled smell that started coming from these potatoes. Also some students who had many potatoes complained that it was very heavy to carry them all around. The children got rid of this assignment after a week, when it got over.                                   The teacher asked, "How did you feel in this one week?" The children discussed their problems about the smell and weight. Then the teacher said, "This situation is very similar to what you carry in your heart when you don't like some people. This hatred makes your heart unhealthy and you carry that hatred in your heart everywhere you go. If you can’t bear the smell of spoiled potatoes for a week, imagine the impact of this hatred that you carry throughout your life, on your heart?" MORALE:_ *Our heart is a beautiful garden that needs a regular cleaning of unwanted weeds.

   *Forgive those who have not behaved with you as expected and forget the bad things. this also makes room available for storing good things.

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*How To Keep Love ALIVE?

How to keep love ALIVE?

Mother and Daughter were walking along the beach. After a while, the Daughter asked:” How do you keep love alive?” The mother looked at her daughter and replied:” Take some sand in your hand and squeeze it hard...." The girl did as she was told, but the harder she squeezed the sand the faster it escaped.

"But like this the sands falls out!”

"Yes," said the mother. “Now open your hand wide..."

The girl opened her hand and the wind blew away the remaining sand.

"I can't keep it in my hand that way either!”

“Now pick up some sand again and leave your hand half open, like a spoon..." said the mother, "Closed enough to protect it and open enough so it won't escape."

The girl tried it and saw that the sand remained in her hand, protected from the wind. That's how you make love last...

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