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<b><span style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">An American man on a business trip thinks of calling his wife. He dials his residence number from the hotel phone.<br />
<br />American man: Hello!<br />Reply: Hello!<br />American man smirks as it is an unfamiliar male Voice. He asks: Who's this?<br />Reply: Sir, I'm servant of this house!<br />
<br />American man: (Surprised!) Where did you come from?<br />Servant: Madam kept me here, yesterday.<br />
<br />American man: Ok, go and call madam!<br />Servant: She's sleeping with sir and told me not to disturb.<br />
<br />American man turns red and wild with anger. He screams into the
phone, "Listen you bloody servant, listen to me. I'm the real owner of
the house you're standing in".<br />Servant: Then who's the one here?<br />American
man: Not sure who that ******* is. Do one thing for me and I'll pay you
$50,000 once I'm back. Go and get the gun which is hanging in the
drawing room.<br />
<br />After a few seconds servant is back...<br /><br />Servant: Sir, I got the gun!<br />American man: And just around there in the drawers should be the bullets, take them and load into the gun.<br />
<br />After a minute...<br /><br />Servant: It's ready now.<br />American man: Good! Now get into the room and shoot both of them.<br />
<br />After a minute...<br /><br />Servant: Sir, I shot both of them, what do I do with the dead bodies?<br />American man: Just dig a hole into the garden and bury both of them in it.<br />
<br />Servant: Paused for a min! This is the 50th floor, there's no garden here!<br />
<br />American man: Paused for a min! Ooooops, sorry - wrong number!</span></b></span></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138855673652777881.post-5623783271563052022011-05-26T08:48:00.000+05:302011-05-26T08:48:18.992+05:30The Real Owner [story]<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><b>An American man on a business trip thinks of calling his wife. He dials his residence number from the hotel phone.<br />
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Reply: Hello!<br />
American man smirks as it is an unfamiliar male Voice. He asks: Who's this?<br />
Reply: Sir, I'm servant of this house!<br />
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American man: (Surprised!) Where did you come from?<br />
Servant: Madam kept me here, yesterday.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>American man: Ok, go and call madam!<br />
Servant: She's sleeping with sir and told me not to disturb.</i></b><br />
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American man turns red and wild with anger. He screams into the phone, "Listen you bloody servant, listen to me. I'm the real owner of the house you're standing in".<br />
Servant: Then who's the one here?<br />
American man: Not sure who that ******* is. Do one thing for me and I'll pay you $50,000 once I'm back. Go and get the gun which is hanging in the drawing room.<br />
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Servant: Sir, I got the gun!<br />
American man: And just around there in the drawers should be the bullets, take them and load into the gun.<br />
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Servant: It's ready now.<br />
American man: Good! Now get into the room and shoot both of them.<br />
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<b><i>Servant: Sir, I shot both of them, what do I do with the dead bodies?<br />
American man: Just dig a hole into the garden and bury both of them in it.</i></b><br />
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Servant: Paused for a min! This is the 50th floor, there's no garden here!<br />
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American man: Paused for a min! Ooooops, sorry - wrong number!</i></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138855673652777881.post-88811373410237246662011-05-26T08:31:00.000+05:302011-05-27T00:11:30.939+05:30Never mess with Old Prospector [story]<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio , Texas leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.</b><b><br />
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<b>As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.</b></b><b><br />
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<b>The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"</b></b><br /><br /><b>The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance ... never really wanted to."</b></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><b>A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started shooting at the old man's feet.</b></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><b>The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.</b></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /><b>Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied. When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.</b></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /><b>The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.</b></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><b>The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly. </b></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /><b>The silence was almost deafening. </b></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 10 gauge barrels. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir ... but.... I've always wanted to."</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>There are a few lessons for us all here:</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>*Never be arrogant.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>*Don't waste ammunition.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>*Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>*Always, always make sure you know who has the power.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>*Don't mess with old folks, they didn't get old by being stupid.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>I just love a story with a happy ending, don't you?</i></b></span></div>
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One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.<br /><br />He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.<br /><br />The
director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements
were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the
postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score good
grades.<br /><br />The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "None."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0070c0;">The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?"</span><br />
<span style="color: #0070c0;">The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees."</span><br />
<span style="color: #0070c0;">The director asked, "Where did your mother work?"</span><br />
<span style="color: #0070c0;">The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner."</span><br />
<span style="color: #0070c0;">The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.<br /><br />The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"</span><br />
<span style="color: #0070c0;">The youth answered, "Never, my mother
always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother
can wash clothes faster than me."<br /><br />The director said, "I have a
request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and
then see me tomorrow morning."<br /><br />The youth felt that his chance of
landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his
mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but
with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.<br /><br />The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. <br />His tear fell as he did that. <br />It
was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled,
and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so
painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.<br /><br />This
was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands
that washed
the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises
in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his
graduation, academic excellence and his future.<br /><br />After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.<br /><br />That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.<br /><br />Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.<br /><br />The
Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: "Can you tell me
what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"<br /><br />The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes."<br /><br />The Director asked, "Please tell me your feelings."<br /><br />The youth said, <br />Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not be the successful me today.<br />Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how
difficult and tough it is to get something done.<br />Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.<br /><br />The director said, "This is what I am looking for to be my manager."</span><br />
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I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of
others, a person who knows the sufferings ofothers to get things done,
and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are
hired.</span><br /><span style="color: #0070c0;"></span><br /><span style="color: #0070c0;">Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received
the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and
as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.</span><br /><span style="color: #0070c0;"></span><br /><span style="color: #0070c0;">
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A child, who has been protected and habitually given
whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would
always put himself first.</span></b>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #0070c0;">He would be ignorant of
his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person
must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know
the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this
kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a
while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will
grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?</span></b><span style="color: #0070c0;"><br /><br />
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You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good
meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting
grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their
plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not
because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want
to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how
rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the
mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns
how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns
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ability to work with others to get things done.<br /></span></b><span style="color: #0070c0;">
You would have forwarded many mails to many and many of
them would have back mailed you too ... but try and forward this story
to as many as possible ... this may change somebody's fate...</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #000066; font-family: Goudy Old Style; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">There
was once a washer man who had a donkey and a dog. One night when the
whole world was sleeping, a thief broke into the house, the washer man
was fast asleep too but the donkey and the dog were awake. The dog
decided not to bark since the master did not take good care of him and
wanted to teach him a lesson.<br /><br />The donkey got worried and said to
the dog that if he doesn't bark, the donkey will have to do something
himself. The dog did not change his mind and the donkey started braying
loudly.<br /><br />Hearing the donkey bray, the thief ran away, the master
woke up and started beating the donkey for braying in the middle of the
night for no reason. </span></span>
<span style="font-family: Goudy Old Style; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><span style="color: maroon;"><br /></span><b>Moral of the story<span style="color: maroon;"> </span>One must not engage in duties other than his own"</b></span></span>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Goudy Old Style; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><b>Now take a new look at the same story... </b></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Goudy Old Style; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><span style="color: #000099;"><br /></span><span style="color: #996633;">The
washer man was a well educated man from a premier management institute.
He had the fundas of looking at the
bigger picture and thinking out of the box. He was convinced that there
must be some reason for the donkey to bray in the night.. He walked
outside a little and did some fact finding, applied a bottom up
approach, figured out from the ground realities that there was a thief
who broke in and the donkey only wanted to alert him about it. Looking
at the donkey's extra initiative and going beyond the call of the duty,
he rewarded him with lot of hay and other perks and became his favorite
pet.<br /><br />The dog's life didn't change much, except that now the
donkey was more motivated in doing the dog's duties as well. In the
annual appraisal the dog managed "ME" (Met Expectations) .<br /><br />Soon the dog realized that the donkey is taking care of his duties and he can enjoy his life sleeping and lazing around.<br /><br />The donkey was rated as star performer". The donkey had to live up to his already high performance standards.<br />Soon he
was over burdened with work and always under pressure and now is looking for a NEW JOB!!!!</span></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black;">Husband</span> </b>- <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;">hey dear, I am logged in.<br />
<br /><b>Wife </b>- would you like to have some snacks?<br /><b>Husband </b>- hard disk full.<br />
<br /><b>Wife </b>- have you brought the saree.<br /><b>Husband </b>- Bad command or file name.<br />
<br /><b>Wife </b>- but I told you about it in morning<br /><b>Husband </b>- erroneous syntax, abort, retry, cancel.<br />
<br /><b>Wife </b>- hae bhagwan !forget it where's your salary.<br /><b>Husband </b>- file in use, read only, try after some time.</span></span></div>
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"><b>Wife </b>- at least give me your credit card, I can do some shopping.<br />
<b>Husband </b>- sharing violation, access denied.<br /><br /><b>Wife </b>- I made a mistake in marrying you.<br />
<b>Husband </b>- data type mismatch.<br /><br /><b>Wife </b>- you are useless.<br />
<b>Husband </b>- by default.<br /><br /><b>Wife </b>- who was there with you in the car this morning?<br />
<b>Husband </b>- system unstable press ctrl, alt, del to Reboot.<br /><br /><b>Wife </b>- what is the relation between you & your Receptionist?<br />
<b>Husband </b>- the only user with write permission.<br /><br /><b>Wife </b>- what is my value in your life?<br />
<b>Husband </b>- unknown virus detected.<br /><br /><b>Wife </b>- do you love me or your computer?<br />
<b>Husband </b>- Too many parameters..<br /><br /><b>Wife </b>- I will go to my dad's house.<br />
<b>Husband </b>- program performed illegal operation, it will Close.<br />
<br /><b>Wife </b>- I will leave you forever.<br /><b>Husband </b>- close all programs and log out for another User.<br />
<br /><b>Wife </b>- it is worthless talking to you.<br /><b>Husband </b>- shut down the computer.<br />
<br /><b>Wife </b>- I am going<br /><b>Husband </b>- Its now safe to turn off your </span><span style="color: black;">computer </span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138855673652777881.post-60734874467469370982011-05-10T22:23:00.000+05:302011-05-10T22:23:31.503+05:30DO U KNOW ABOUT "WHAT IS AN AUDIT"? [Story]<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"><u>DO U KNOW ABOUT "WHAT IS AN AUDIT"?</u></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">Once upon a time there was a shepherd looking after his sheep</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> on the side of a deserted road.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">Suddenly a brand new Porsche screeches to a halt. The driver, a</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> man dressed in an Armani suit, Cerutti shoes, Ray-Ban</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> sunglasses, TAG-Heuer wrist-watch, and a Pierre Cardin tie gets</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> out and asks the shepherd,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">'If I can tell you how many sheep you have, will you give me</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> one of them?'</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">The shepherd looks at the young man, then looks at the large</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> flock of grazing sheep and replies, 'Okay.'</span><a name='more'></a><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">The young man parks the car, connects his laptop to the</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> mobile-fax, enters a NASA Website, scans the ground using his</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> GPS, opens a database and 60 Excel tables filled with</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> algorithms and pivot tables.</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> He then prints out a 150-page report on his high-tech</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> mini-printer, tu rns to the shepherd and says,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">'You have exactly 1,586 sheep.'</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">The shepherd
cheers, 'That's correct, you can have your sheep.'</span><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">The young man takes one of the animals from the flock and puts</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> it in the back of his Porsche.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">The shepherd looks at him and asks, 'If I guess your</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> profession, will you return my animal to me ?'</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">The young man answers, 'Yes, why not?'</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">The shepherd says, 'You are an auditor.'</span><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">'How did you know?' asks the young man.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">'Very simple,' answers the shepherd. '</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">Firstly, you came here without being wanted.</span><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">Secondly, you
charged me a fee to tell me something I already</span><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> knew.</span><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">Thirdly, you don't understand anything about my business.... '</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #6000a1; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">'.....Now can I have my dog back?</span></div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138855673652777881.post-9335125650223487662011-05-10T22:16:00.000+05:302011-05-10T22:16:44.232+05:30My name is Rose [STORY]<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged
us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to <br />
look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. <br /><br />
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?' </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked. </span></i></div>
<a name='more'></a><i><span style="font-size: small;">She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...' </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.. <br /><br />
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. <br /><br />
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her
prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. <br /><br />
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and
simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.' <br /><br />
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop playing
because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. <br /><br />
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't
do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. <br /><br />
Anybody! Can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The
idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Have no regrets. <br /><br />
The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
those with regrets..' <br /><br />
She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.' </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our
daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
she had begun all those months ago. <br /><br />
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
too late to be all you can possibly be. <br /><br />
When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it! </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. </span></i>
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