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		<title>Law of Garbage Truck</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 09:41:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amit Bhatia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day I hopped into a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One day I hopped into a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches!</p>
<p>The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us.<br />
My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean he was really friendly. So I asked, &#8220;Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!&#8221;<br />
This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call &#8220;The Law of the Garbage Truck.&#8221; He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they&#8217;ll dump it on you.<br />
Don&#8217;t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don&#8217;t take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the street. The bottom line is that successful people don&#8217;t let garbage trucks take over their day.</p>
<p>Life&#8217;s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, &#8220;Love the people who treat you right. Forgive the ones who don&#8217;t.&#8221;</p>
<p>Life is ten percent what you make it &#8211; and ninety percent how you take it!<br />
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		<title>Stopping by the woods in a snowy evening</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2010 19:49:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amit Bhatia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Whose woods these are I think I know.<br />
His house is in the village, though;<br />
He will not see me stopping here<br />
To watch his woods fill up with snow.</p>
<p>My little horse must think it queer<br />
To stop without a farmhouse near<br />
Between the woods and frozen lake<br />
The darkest evening of the year.</p>
<p>He gives his harness bells a shake<br />
To ask if there is some mistake.<br />
The only other sound&#8217;s the sweep<br />
Of easy wind and downy flake.</p>
<p>The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,<br />
But I have promises to keep,<br />
And miles to go before I sleep,<br />
And miles to go before I sleep. </p>
<p>Robert Frost</p>
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		<title>The Key to Solving Any Problem</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 18:13:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amit Bhatia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The key to solving any problem in life is the confidence. Confidence in yourself is the first prerequisite for any achievement. If you dream anything, then the probability of achieving it successfully depends upon how much confidence you have in yourself and how much faith you have in your vision. With confidence you can achieve [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The key to solving any problem in life is the confidence. Confidence in yourself is the first prerequisite for any achievement. If you dream anything, then the probability of achieving it successfully depends upon how much confidence you have in yourself and how much faith you have in your vision.</p>
<p>With confidence you can achieve anything in your life. No matter how difficult the road is, if you have confidence in yourself then you can cross it.</p>
<p>True confidence comes from following the values which appeal to your heart and mind. Fear is no answer for anything. Confidence comes from exercising your abilities to such an extent that you start believing them without a second thought. Confidence comes from calmness of your thoughts and clarity of your mind. Both of these things enhance confidence. The very first thing towards building a confidence is belief; belief in yourself, your abilities, your ability to perform, to judge, to take decision, to listen to your heart. Once you are sure of all of the above, the second thing is faith. Faith is what keeps you moving forward towards your destination. You don&#8217;t question your faith. You don&#8217;t undermine your faith. Only thing you do with your faith is trust it and move forward. There is no looking back. The questions, understanding etc have already been eliminated or understood during belief phase. Apply your mind to the fullest to understand and question the facts you choose to believe, but once you believe never question it. Go ahead with full faith and never look back.</p>
<p>You may fall on your face if your beliefs are wrong. But, worry not, stand up again, question your beliefs, understand them again, correct them again. Then, have faith and move forward. You may fail numerous times but with each failure you will learn a lesson which helps you make better judgment and take better decisions. Keep on failing, keep on learning. There is no end to it. There is no goal. Only keep moving forward. Believe, have faith and do it. This is it, the confidence is already there. You are now shaping your character. With character comes the destiny, with destiny the opportunities, with opportunities the way forward, with way forward comes the growth, with growth comes the satisfaction and with satisfaction comes the peace. So stop not warrior and don&#8217;t let the path of confidence overwhelm you. Just stay on the path to confidence with calm mind. Trust the process and put you heart and soul into it. Your natural confidence, the result of this process is the most precious gift you can give to yourself. </p>
<p>With confidence you can solve any problem in life. Without confidence life is dull, boring and without purpose. With confidence life has a meaning, it is interesting and full of life. As they say, to keep yourself healthy, you must eat and sleep well. So, as to achieve success and live life fully, you live it confidently. Confidence is the another way of being truthful to yourself. Make your life beautiful by confidence.</p>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 14:23:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If U&#8217;re in a relationship, married or not, read this. U&#8217;ll know why at the end. MARRIAGE When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I&#8217;ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If U&#8217;re in a relationship, married or not, read this. U&#8217;ll know why at the end.</p>
<p>MARRIAGE </p>
<p>When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I&#8217;ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. </p>
<p>Suddenly I didn&#8217;t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. </p>
<p>She didn&#8217;t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? </p>
<p>I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn&#8217;t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn&#8217;t love her anymore. I just pitied her! </p>
<p>With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. </p>
<p>She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. </p>
<p>The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn&#8217;t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. </p>
<p>When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. </p>
<p>In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn&#8217;t want anything from me, but needed a month&#8217;s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month&#8217;s time and she didn&#8217;t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. </p>
<p>This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. </p>
<p>She requested that every day for the month&#8217;s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. </p>
<p>I told Jane about my wife&#8217;s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. </p>
<p>My wife and I hadn&#8217;t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don&#8217;t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside<br />
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. </p>
<p>On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn&#8217;t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. </p>
<p>On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. </p>
<p>On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn&#8217;t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. </p>
<p>She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. </p>
<p>Suddenly it hit me&#8230; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. </p>
<p>Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it&#8217;s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. </p>
<p>But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn&#8217;t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. </p>
<p>I drove to office&#8230;. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind&#8230;I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. </p>
<p>She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won&#8217;t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn&#8217;t value the details of our lives, not because we didn&#8217;t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. </p>
<p>Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. </p>
<p>At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I&#8217;ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. </p>
<p>That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed &#8211; dead.<br />
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.&#8211; At least, in the eyes of our son&#8212; I&#8217;m a loving husband&#8230;. </p>
<p>The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse&#8217;s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! </p>
<p>If you don&#8217;t share this, nothing will happen to you. </p>
<p>If you do, you just might save a marriage.<br />
Many of life&#8217;s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. </p>
<p>A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME. </p>
<p>So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6.</p>
<p>By Stephanie Halmilton<br />
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