miracle called "FRIENDSHIP"

hi frnds....,
this story was once told by my teacher....and i do still remember it  ....after many years i got this same story by mail...... im sharing this story wit all of u...ponder over urself after reading this...  

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after
having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.
"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a
friend I'd like to bring home with me."


"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."


"There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt
pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an
arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live
with us."


"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere
to live."


"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father,
"you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap
ould be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and
we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you
should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to
live on his own."

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing
more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the
San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a
building,they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The
grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the
city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him,
but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know,
their son had only one arm and one leg.


The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love
those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like
people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would
rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or
smart as we are.


Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone
who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the
forever family, regardless of how messed up we are. Tonight, before
you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will
give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to
help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!!
so,,,frm this i've learned that there is  there is.........................


"There's a miracle called Friendship
That dwells in the heart
You don't know how it happens
Or when it gets started
But you know the special lift
It always brings
And you realize that Friendship
Is God's most precious gift!
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed They lend an >ear,
they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their
hearts to us."
Show your friends how much you care..
DEDICATED TO ALL MY FRNSSSS...SPECIALLY TO MY SPCL FRND:):):)




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Dream big if u dare to achieve it..

Hi frndzz....i wanna share the  intresting story of  wright bro's .....which gives us some sort of confidence on our thoughts ...help to create dreams &help us innovate  ways to chase those dreams.....


lets start :

"Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve."Would you agree with the statement that a dream is born from an idea-a simple idea conceived in the mind?


Back in the 19th century two brothers had an idea which eventually became their passionate and consuming dream. Their relentless pursuit of that dream was rewarded with an accomplishment that changed world travel.


On Friday December 17, 1903 at 10:35 AM, the Wright brothers (Wilbur and Orville) achieved their dream. They flew "the world's first power-driven, heavier-than-air machine in which man made free, controlled, and sustained flight." This memorable feat took place at Kitty Hawk,North Carolina on a cold windy morning.


The dream started with an idea that was planted in their minds by a toy given to them by their father. In the words of the boys, "Late in the autumn of 1878, our father came into the house one evening with some object partly concealed in his hands, and before we could see what it was, he tossed it into the air. Instead of falling to the floor, as we expected, it flew across the room till it struck the ceiling, where it fluttered awhile, and finally sank to the floor." This simple toy made of bamboo, cork and stretched rubber bands, fascinated the Wright brothers and sparked their lifelong interest in human flight.
The Wright brothers were great thinkers. They enjoyed learning new things. Initially, they recycled broken parts, built a printing press and opened their own printing office. Their interest moved to bicycles and in 1893, they opened the Wright Cycle Company where they sold and repaired bicycles. But Wilbur (the older brother) had his mind set on something more exciting. He decided to seriously pursue flying.




The brothers spent many hours researching, testing their machines and making improvements after unsuccessful attempts at human flight. What started out as a hobby soon became a passion. With determination and patience they realized their dream in 1903.


The next time you hear or see an airplane or travel on one, remember where it all started. A simply idea conceived in the minds of two young men who did not finish high school. Believe it or not, they did not have a University degree in Aeronautical Engineering, Mathematics, Physics or any other subject. They were not scientists in the true sense of the word. In fact, many of their peers who did not witness their accomplishment, had trouble believing that two bicycle mechanics from Dayton, Ohio did what they claimed.
What idea or ideas are YOU working on? Have you said you can't do this or that because you are not a scientist? Have you limited yourself by saying you are not smart enough? Or have you joined the majority in saying that everything has already been invented or discovered?


                      Since the introduction of the first generation of personal computers in 1981, we are able to do many things more efficiently. With a super computer between your ears and the personal computer at your finger tips, your dream can be achieved. First, give birth to that dream with an idea.




 A simply idea that ANYONE of us can conceive!






source  from :editor mark wilson...reported in BBC.com

"IBM" CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION

GOOGLE, Apple and Facebook get all the attention. But what about the firm that invented bar-codes, computers that almost thinks like a human and even enables you to get money from an ATM? IBM — or International Business Machines — celebrates its 100th birthday today.
If the aforementioned IT giants were celebrating such a milestone do you think it would pass so quietly? Not likely. Its much younger competitors owe a lot to Big Blue. After all, where would Groupon be without the bar code? Or Google without the mainframe computer? SO GUYZZ ITS D TIME TO SALUTE D  LEGEND OF SOFTWARE COMPANIES...I.E "IBM" .......LETS HAVE A BRIEF LOOK AT IT :
History
IBM dates back to June 16, 1911, when three firms that made scales, punch- clocks for work and other machines merged to form the Computing Tabulating Recording Co. The modern- day name came in 1924. With a plant in Endicott, New York, the business also made cheese slicers and — significantly — machines that read data stored on punch cards. By the 1930s, IBM’s cards were keeping track of 26 million Americans for the new Social Security program.


The RISE, fall & RISE of IBM in India

THE story of IBM in India is surrounded by several myths and folklore, particularly relating to its infamous exit in 1978.

George Fernandes, who was industry minister in the Janata government, is often credited for throwing out IBM over foreign exchange rules, but the trouble for IBM had started way back in 1967. It had a good run of the Indian market for two decades after its entry into India in 1951, facilitated by Jawaharlal Nehru himself.

The real reason for IBM’s exit was a power struggle between a multinational firm and the government. With a market share of 80 per cent, IBM was able to dictate the industry’s growth rate in size as well as sophistication by deciding which products to market in India. The troubles for IBM began when the Electronics Committee, headed by Vikram Sarabhai, wanted it to end its business practice of bringing in old machines to India, refurbishing and leasing them out at inflated rates to government departments.

IBM justified selling outmoded equipment saying it wanted India to grow step-by- step in computer technology. But the system of lease and maintenance followed by IBM resulted in a culture of dependence and hindered natural growth of engineering and programming skills among users.

Once the department of electronics ( DoE) was formed, it wanted to be in the command of the situation. The parliamentary investigation into the functioning of IBM and ICL provided further ammunition against the two multinationals. The Foreign Exchange Regulation Act ( FERA) only came in handy to facilitate IBM’s exit.

Culture defining role in India

In the nearly 25 years that IBM operated in India in the first phase, it helped create a computer culture and pave the way for introduction of computers on a large scale.

It created of a pool of highly trained computer professionals in systems engineering, programming and maintenance and IBM’s training programmes helped develop basic knowledge about programming.

IBM’s journey back to India began soon after it left. It shut its operations in June 1978 and began exploring business with India in 1980. Ironically, CMC, which was set up to maintain IBM computers in India, became its first customer in this post- 1977 period. In 1986, IBM sent a proposal to DoE to set up a software development and training institute. In 1989, it supplied a major system to the Aeronautical Development Agency and by 1990 it was talking with DoE for a possible return to India in collaboration with the Tatas.

SOURCE : THE HINDU 

a wonderful story

hi frndss,,pls spent 5 minutes on reading this story i hope  ,,,,,,u vl nb guaranteed wit d satisfaction dau u spent ur 300 secondss in a valuable manner,,,,,, a true story  i really loved it,,,,wanna share with u ..........
We can all 
make a difference. So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people 
present us with a choice: Do we pass along a spark of the Divine? Or do we 
pass up that opportunity, and leave the world a bit colder in the process? 

Friend pls do read this story......it makes u realise something in life..... 
as written by : Mildred Hondorf

At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story.

My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher 
from DeMoines,Iowa. I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano 
lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that 
children have manylevels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of 
having a protégé though I have taught some talented students. However I've 
also had my share of what I call "musically challenged"pupils. One such 
student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) 
dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students 
(especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But 
Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the 
piano. So I took him as a student.

Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it 
was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone 
and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and 
some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the 
months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to 
encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's 
going to hear me play some day." But it seemed hopeless. He just did not 
have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she 
dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved 
and smiled but never stopped in. Then one day Robby stopped coming to our 
lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed, because of his lack of 
ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that 
he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!

Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming 
recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be 
in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and 
because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mom 
had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still 
practicing. "Miss Hondorf...I've just got to play!" he insisted. I don't 
know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his 
persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be 
alright. The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was 
packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the 
program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a 
finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end 
of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 
"curtain closer."

Well the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing 
and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and 
his hair looked like he'd run an egg-beater through it. "Why didn't he dress 
up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make 
him comb his hair for this special night?" Robby pulled out the piano bench 
and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's 
Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His 
fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He 
went from pianissimo to fortissimo...from allegro to virtuoso. His suspended 
chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played 
so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand 
crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wildapplause. Overcome and in 
tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby injoy. "I've never 
heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it?" Through the microphone 
Robby explained: "Well Miss Hondorf...remember I told you my mom was sick? 
Well actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well....she 
was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted 
to make it special."

There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social 
Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed 
that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much 
richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil. No, I've never had a 
protégé but that night I became a protégé...ofRobby's. He was the teacher 
and I was the pupil. For it was he that taught me the meaning of 
perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a 
chance on someone and you don't know why. This is especially meaningful to 
me since after serving in Desert Storm Robby was killed in the senseless 
bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April 
of 1995, where he was reportedly....playing the piano.




with tears in eyes....... learned somethng frm this story........ urs 
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