*Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.
* Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.
* Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.
* You can only go as far as you push.
* Actions speak louder than words.
* The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.
* Don't let the past hold you back; you're missing the good stuff.
* Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while, you might miss it.
* A best friend is like a four leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have.
* If you think that the world means nothing, think again. You might mean the world to someone else.
* When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there
* True friendship never ends.
* Friends are forever.
* Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.
* Don't frown. You never know who is falling in love with your smile.
* What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?
* NOBODY IS PERFECT UNTIL YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM. (Isn't that the truth?)
* Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.

Oh, you've touched me!

I showered and shaved............... I adjusted my tie.
I got there and sat.............. In a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer......... As I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me..... Touching my own. I sighed.
With plenty of room on either side...... I thought, "Why must our soles touch?"
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine... But it didn't bother him much.
A prayer began: "Our Father"............. I thought, "This man with the shoes.. has no pride.
They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!"
"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on.
The shoe man said............... a quiet "Amen."
I tried to focus on the prayer....... But my thoughts were on his shoes again.
Aren't we supposed to look our best.. When walking through that door?
"Well, this certainly isn't it" I thought, Glancing toward the floor.
Then the prayer was ended............ And the songs of praise began.
The shoe man was certainly loud...... Sounding proud as he sang.
His voice lifted the rafters......... His hands were raised high.
The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man's voice from the sky.
It was time for the offering......... And what I threw in was steep.
I watched as the shoe man reached.... Into his pockets so deep.
I saw what was pulled out............ What the shoe man put in.
Then I heard a soft "clink" ... as when silver hits tin.
The sermon really bored me.......... To tears, and that's no lie.
It was the same for the shoe man..... For tears fell from his eyes.
At the end of the service........ As is the custom here.
We must greet new visitors.. And show them all good cheer.
But I felt moved somehow............. And wanted to meet the shoe man.
So after the closing prayer.......... I reached over and shook his hand.
He was old and his skin was dark..... And his hair was truly a mess.
But I thanked him for coming......... For being our guest.
He said, "My names' Charlie.......... I'm glad to meet you, my friend."
There were tears in his eyes......... But he had a large, wide grin.
"Let me explain," he said........... Wiping tears from his eyes.
"I've been coming here for months.... And you're the first to say 'Hi.'
"I know that my appearance........."Is not like all the rest.
"But I really do try................."To always look my best."
"I always clean and polish my shoes.. "Before my very long walk.
"But by the time I get here........."They're dirty and dusty, like chalk."
My heart filled with pain............ and I swallowed to hide my tears.
As he continued to apologize......... For daring to sit so near.
He said, "When I get here..........."I know I must look a sight.
"But I thought if I could touch you.. "Then maybe our souls might unite."
I was silent for a moment............ Knowing whatever was said.
Would pale in comparison... I spoke from my heart, not my head.
"Oh, you've touched me," I said......"And taught me, in part;
"That the best of any man............"Is what is found in his heart."
The rest, I thought,................. This shoe man will never know.
Like, just how thankful I really am... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.

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i calling out.........shamsky

Into your eyes, I see my world,
A world full of countless words,
Each having different story,
Trying to colour in its glory....

Like a love of reservoir,
Your eyes are intense with fire,
Take me away from this jungle,
The world is too complicate to handle....

Like a fresh breath of air,
Your eyes are brimming with care,
Healing my deep wound,
Spreading happiness around.....

Bewitching beauty of your eyes,
Limpid & bright,
Sharing a strong bonding,
It’s a passion never ending.....


Sky looked clear & air was tight,
You entered into my life,
Showing me care & making me delight,
Stars were smiling at me from the height.....

Like a gentle breeze,
You displaced all dud tracks,
And coloured my world,
In the harmonious twilight.....

Holding my hand,
You gave me a reason to live,
A beautiful life,
Life full of painted flowers,
Delicate sunshine & rare rainbows.....

An indelible smile,
Smile bringing life to sleepless eyes,
A spark in the eyes,
Spark that mellow down the fire.....

An immense bliss,
Bliss that never fades away,
A virgin dream,
A dream that I have never seen before.....

I nurtured my love,
In the shadow of your care,
Care causing me to smile back,
But all that I love is,
Only you......


In this dark deadly night,
I am still awake,
Struggling with my thoughts,
In the midst of pure emotions,
Wanting you to share a notion......

Why this tiny eyes looking for you,
Why these empty hands wanna hold you,
Why this shapeless life melting in you,
Why this pure heart longing for you.......

Each my tears singing sweet song,
You will come here all along,
Giving me luxury of a lovely lounge,
One single question still ringing in my mind,
Why this pure heart longing for you......

Myriad of desire rendering into my heart,
Shaking my mystic faith for your part,
I don’t know why, I am losing my vigour,
Making me enfeeble day by day,
Why this pure heart longing for you......

I know we will meet a day or age,
Leaving an inimitable imprint for future,
We will zoom ahead with torrid rain,
Leaving all these nasty pain......


I come to you, you come to me,
Let’s make an ideal world,
Mingle with me, with all your desire,
Give me a complete shape, with your fire,
Still I am thinking why this pure heart,
Longing for you.......................

i calling out.........shamsky

Into your eyes, I see my world,
A world full of countless words,
Each having different story,
Trying to colour in its glory....

Like a love of reservoir,
Your eyes are intense with fire,
Take me away from this jungle,
The world is too complicate to handle....

Like a fresh breath of air,
Your eyes are brimming with care,
Healing my deep wound,
Spreading happiness around.....

Bewitching beauty of your eyes,
Limpid & bright,
Sharing a strong bonding,
It’s a passion never ending.....


Sky looked clear & air was tight,
You entered into my life,
Showing me care & making me delight,
Stars were smiling at me from the height.....

Like a gentle breeze,
You displaced all dud tracks,
And coloured my world,
In the harmonious twilight.....

Holding my hand,
You gave me a reason to live,
A beautiful life,
Life full of painted flowers,
Delicate sunshine & rare rainbows.....

An indelible smile,
Smile bringing life to sleepless eyes,
A spark in the eyes,
Spark that mellow down the fire.....

An immense bliss,
Bliss that never fades away,
A virgin dream,
A dream that I have never seen before.....

I nurtured my love,
In the shadow of your care,
Care causing me to smile back,
But all that I love is,
Only you......


In this dark deadly night,
I am still awake,
Struggling with my thoughts,
In the midst of pure emotions,
Wanting you to share a notion......

Why this tiny eyes looking for you,
Why these empty hands wanna hold you,
Why this shapeless life melting in you,
Why this pure heart longing for you.......

Each my tears singing sweet song,
You will come here all along,
Giving me luxury of a lovely lounge,
One single question still ringing in my mind,
Why this pure heart longing for you......

Myriad of desire rendering into my heart,
Shaking my mystic faith for your part,
I don’t know why, I am losing my vigour,
Making me enfeeble day by day,
Why this pure heart longing for you......

I know we will meet a day or age,
Leaving an inimitable imprint for future,
We will zoom ahead with torrid rain,
Leaving all these nasty pain......


I come to you, you come to me,
Let’s make an ideal world,
Mingle with me, with all your desire,
Give me a complete shape, with your fire,
Still I am thinking why this pure heart,
Longing for you.......................

wow

its a new generation that we are living in and with the recent developments in the sector especially after meeting you, i really have seen it all and have come to realize its all the same regardless of the race, location and seting at hand.

the very first of projects we successful made out on was the very moment we had together at MDD. I cant forget all the moments and the experience least put it the smiles and all that transpired. The Rays of hope shined through you and through the light that you showered onto me showed me that life is worthy giving a second try. we oftenly tend to trust the wrong elements but what is right and wrong is something relative especially since we are all living in this highly dynamic e-age. The best of all the moments we spent especially building up what had broken, all those moments are a reason to my renewed perspective on life, the reason as to why i still breathe and endure all the calamities that i have had to endure for a while. love you always to the ends of time as you have always been so supportive.

kind regards. ma loyal companion
rays of hope. wow shamsky


this is how much you have done it in ma life>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Moving around in a empty plain,
Entangled with my thought in a big constrain,
Nothing to find & nothing to lose,
No wonder I was confused.....

Barrage of questions was hitting my head,
Pushing me ahead in a dark dead,
Unable to find a ray of hope,
Not knowing how to cope with.....

I saw a change in me,
I mustered my courage up,
Hope was there to blink upon me,
Breaking all the shackles,
And set me free.....

Now, I am in a new world,
Waiting for a new day,
A day full of fire,
Meeting all my desire,
Dancing on my tune,
Hoping to come soon......

small things define whom we are.

DONT CRY CAZ I HAVE ALREADY DONE THAT FOR ALL OF YOU GUYS.



In Phoenix , Arizona , a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukemia.

Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination.
Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible.

The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dream to come true.

She took her son's hand and asked, 'Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted
to be once you grew up ?
Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life ?'

Mommy, 'I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up.'

Mom smiled back and said, 'Let's see if we can make your wish come true.'

Later that day she went to her local fire Department in Phoenix , Arizona , where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix .

She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible
to give her 6 year-old son a ride around the block on a fire engine.

Fireman Bob said, 'Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make
him an honorary Fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us,
go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards !

And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat - not a toy -- one-with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots.'

'They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix , so we can get them fast.'


Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck.

Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven.

There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls.

He rode in the different fire engines, the Paramedic's' van,
and even the fire chief's car.

He was also videotaped for the
local news program.

Having his dream come true,
with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy, that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible.

One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept - that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital.

Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a Fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition.

The chief replied, 'We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor ?

When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire ?' 'It's the department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room ?'

About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window --------
16 fire-fighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room !!

With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they LOVED him.
With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said, 'Chief, am I really a fireman now ?'

'Billy, you are, and The Head Chief,
God, is holding your hand,' the chief said.

With those words, Billy smiled and said, 'I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing.'

He closed his eyes one last time.

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