A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: “I am blind, please help.” There were only a few coins in the hat.

A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, “Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?”

The man said, “I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.”
What he had written was: “Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it.”

Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?

Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?

Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.

Invite others towards good with wisdom. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.

Great men say, “Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction, of discarding evil and developing goodness…. In the journey of life, if you want to travel without fear, you must have the ticket of a good conscience.”

The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…
And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!

A mind blowing story which happened to come across

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating
room. She said: ‘How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When
can I see him?’

The surgeon said, ‘I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make
it.’
Sally said, ‘Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more?
Where were you, God, when my son needed you?’
The surgeon asked, ‘Would you like some time alone with your son? One of
the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the
university.’
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She
ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. ‘Would you like
a lock of his hair?’ the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a
lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, ‘It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the University
for Study. He said it might help somebody else. ‘I said no at first, but
Jimmy said, ‘ Mom , I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help
some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom .’ She went on, ‘My
Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting
to help others if he could.’

Sally walked out of Children’s Mercy Hospital for the last time, after
spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s
belongings on the seat beside her in the car.

The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house.
She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his
hair to her son’s room.
She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his
room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed
and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a
folded letter. The letter said

‘Dear Mom ,
I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget
you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say

‘I Love You’
. I will always love you, Mom , even more with each day. Someday we will
see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you
won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff
to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably
wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and
stuff girls like, you know.

Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and
Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will
take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch
them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn’t look like any of his pictures.
Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD!
And guess what, Mom ? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I
was somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a
letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t
allowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own
personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the
angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give
you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him ‘where was He when I
needed him?’ ‘God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son
Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His
children.

Oh, by the way, Mom , no one else can see what I’ve written except you. To
everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool? I have
to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the
Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m
sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore the cancer is all
gone… I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God
couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent The
Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How
about that?

Signed with Love from God & Me.