When I powered on my desktop computer after long two and half years, I had this very old MS word document waiting for me to go for a final mode for saving … yet again it made me wondering about this man made marvelous creation . And I bow down to one to the biggest achievement of today’s science and technology, the 'computer'.
Now coming back to the document, it was holding a small story that I had received in my college mailbox as a forwarded mail... I don’t remember who was the originator of that mail, but I was the person who distributed it among my friend’s circle. I still remember the huge reply mails I got from some of the friends; I know they are too good in replying back/ giving feedback on such kind of creative or some imaginative stories for that matters. Anyways, those were the days that every such single mail/story becomes our point of discussion and ever since I thought of documenting it but never had a chance; and then blog about it when I started with one. Well, that small story was an initiative to put forward a message that “the love we give away is the only love we can keep with us”. There can be several other messages that this story might hold but it’s up to you to identify what message you got from the story?. Surely, it would help somebody to figure out the role of love in life and the people for whom we are living in this world, mean to say which really influence the very basic principles of life “caring & sharing”. Probably it can define the whole world for you at some point of time.
There is a reason always and at times there can never be a reason for things happening around you; whatever happens is happen for good and the people associates with us act as the source of the change. I have always a very strong believe that the things you do or get is directly or indirectly influenced by those people and nevertheless they are the gifted people that god has send to you in many different forms, irrespective of whether you term them as good or bad. And ofcourse, we feel very fortunate enough to have such people around us every time we have the meaning with us. This is true to the knowledge and I hope you all will find the story was worth reading.
Whatever we think or see isn’t always what it is meant for … so lets get started with the story …
Some time ago a man punished his 9-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full." The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around His little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
Now coming back to the document, it was holding a small story that I had received in my college mailbox as a forwarded mail... I don’t remember who was the originator of that mail, but I was the person who distributed it among my friend’s circle. I still remember the huge reply mails I got from some of the friends; I know they are too good in replying back/ giving feedback on such kind of creative or some imaginative stories for that matters. Anyways, those were the days that every such single mail/story becomes our point of discussion and ever since I thought of documenting it but never had a chance; and then blog about it when I started with one. Well, that small story was an initiative to put forward a message that “the love we give away is the only love we can keep with us”. There can be several other messages that this story might hold but it’s up to you to identify what message you got from the story?. Surely, it would help somebody to figure out the role of love in life and the people for whom we are living in this world, mean to say which really influence the very basic principles of life “caring & sharing”. Probably it can define the whole world for you at some point of time.
There is a reason always and at times there can never be a reason for things happening around you; whatever happens is happen for good and the people associates with us act as the source of the change. I have always a very strong believe that the things you do or get is directly or indirectly influenced by those people and nevertheless they are the gifted people that god has send to you in many different forms, irrespective of whether you term them as good or bad. And ofcourse, we feel very fortunate enough to have such people around us every time we have the meaning with us. This is true to the knowledge and I hope you all will find the story was worth reading.
Whatever we think or see isn’t always what it is meant for … so lets get started with the story …
Some time ago a man punished his 9-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full." The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around His little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
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