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My LIFE journey LIVED 👇

Teenage - Learn Thevaram
College - Singing, Dancing & Art
Working - Travel & Party
Retired - Hiking & Marathon
Present - Bhajan, Yoga & Meditation & Fitness.
Upcoming - Financial Freedom Royalty
Future - Spiritual transformation@Nirvana

Warm up is ready...nxt turun padang

Take note....✍️
When you are a baby - wonder
When you are a child - learn
When you are a teenager - listen
When you are a student - study
When you are an adult - plan
When you are a husband - support & understand
When you are a father - cooperate & lead
When you are a grandfather - be an example.

Don't do it everything in REVERSE and ask for sympathy..🙏

✍️....My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At full speed, without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.

When he arrived, unfortunately she was no longer with us.

During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.

That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death and guesses as to how and where she would be.

My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.

"Dad!" we replied, "it's 11 at night, we can't go to the cemetery right now!"

He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said: "Don't argue with me, please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years."

There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery. With a flashlight we reached her grave.

My father sat down, prayed, and told his children: "It was 55 years... you know? No one can really talk about true love if haven't done life with a person."

He paused and wiped his face.

"She and I, we were together in the good and in the bad." he continued. "When I changed jobs, we packed up when we sold the house and moved. We shared the joy of seeing our children become parents, together we mourned the departure of loved ones, we prayed together in the waiting room of some hospitals, we supported each other in pain, we hugged one another each day, and we forgave mistakes."

And then he paused and added, "Children, that's all gone and I'm happy tonight. Do you know why I'm happy? Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through that, and I thank God for that. I love her so much that I wouldn't have liked her to suffer..."

When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I had tears streaming down our faces. We hugged him and he comforted us, "It's okay. We can go home. It's been a good day."

That night I understood what true love is. It is more than just romanticism and s*x, it's two people who stand beside one another, who are committed to one another ... through all the good and bad that life throws at you.

Peace in your hearts.

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The language of the HEART is TEARS, but the language of the mind is WORDS...🤔

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People are like multiple colours at the beginning but...as days go by, you will start to see the true black & white of their original nature 😜

Some want to debate about politics and religion but ...😁 cannot even manage his life/her LIFE...so 🤫 n do prayers to LIVE. Blesses

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*_Sunday Story*_ shared to by Suganthi' 👇

_I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor._

_After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie._

_By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets._

_There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware._

'_Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman._

_She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb._

_She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'_

'_Oh, you're such a good boy,’ she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'_

'_It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.._

'_Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.’_

_I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice.. ‘The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter._

'_What route would you like me to take?' I asked._

_For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator._

_We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl._

_Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing._

_As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'._

_We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico._

_Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her._

_I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair._

'_How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse._

'_Nothing,' I said._

'_You have to make a living,' she answered._

'_There are other passengers,' I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly._

'_You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'_

_I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.._

_I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?_

_On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life._

_We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments._

_But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one._

*_PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~ THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.*_