Our Birth is our Opening Balance !
Our Death is our Closing Balance!
Our Prejudiced Views are our Liabilities
Our Creative Ideas are our Assets
Heart is our Current Asset
Soul is our Fixed Asset
Brain is our Fixed Deposit
Thinking is our Current Account
Achievements are our Capital
Character & Morals, our Stock-in-Trade
Friends are our General Reserves
Values & Behavior are our Goodwill
Patience is our Interest Earned
Love is our Dividend
Children are our Bonus Issues
Education is Brands / Patents
Knowledge is our Investment
Experience is our Premium Account
The Aim is to Tally the Balance Sheet Accurately.
The Goal is to get the Best Presented Accounts Award.

Some very Good and Very bad things …

The most destructive habit………………….Worry
The greatest Joy………………………….Giving
The greatest loss…………….Loss of self-respect
The most satisfying work……………Helping others
The ugliest personality trait………….Selfishness
The most endangered species………Dedicated leaders
Our greatest natural resource……………Our youth
The greatest “shot in the arm”……….Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome……………..Fear
The most effective sleeping pill……..Peace of mind
The most crippling failure disease…………Excuses
The most powerful force in life………………Love
The most dangerous pariah………………A gossiper
The world’s most incredible computer……..The brain
The worst thing to be without………………. Hope
The deadliest weapon…………………..The tongue
The two most power-filled words……………”I Can”
The greatest asset…………………………Faith
The most worthless emotion………………Self-pity
The most beautiful attire………………….SMILE!
The most prized possession…………….Integrity
The most powerful channel of communication…..Prayer
The most contagious spirit……………..Enthusiasm
The most important thing in life………………GOD

[A thought-provoking conversation between ‘God’  and ‘me.’ ]                

God: Hello.  Did you call me?
Me: Called you?  No … Who is this ?

God: This is GOD.  I heard your prayers. So, I thought I will chat.
Me: I do pray.  Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. 

God: What are you busy at?  Ants are busy too.
Me: Don’t know.  But, I can’t find free time. Life has become hectic.  It’s rush hour all the time.

God: Sure.  Activity gets you busy.  Productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.
Me: I understand.  Yet, I still can’t figure out.  By the way, I was not expecting YOU to call me on ‘instant messaging chat.’

God: I wanted to solve your fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this Internet era, I wanted to reach you through the way in which you would understand. 

Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now?
God: Stop analyzing life.  Just live it.  Analysis makes it complicated.

Me: Why are we constantly unhappy?
God: Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit.  That’s why you are not happy.

Me: How can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?
God: Uncertainty is inevitable.  Worrying is optional.

Me: There is so much pain due to uncertainty.
God: Pain is inevitable - it will come.  Suffering is optional - you can choose.

Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people also suffer?
God: Diamonds cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but, don’t suffer. With that experience, their life becomes better, not bitter.

Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?
God: Yes.  Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.

Me: Still, why should we go through such tests? Why can’t we be free from problems?
God: Problems are purposeful roadblocks offering  beneficial lessons to develop strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you are free from problems.

Me: Frankly, in the midst of so many problems, we don’t know where we are heading … God: If you look outside, you will not know where you are going.  Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight.  Heart provides insight.

Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction.  What should I do?
God: Success is a measurement decided by others. Satisfaction is a measurement decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying. You work with the compass.  Let others work with the clock.

Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?
God: Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.

Me: What surprises you about people?
God: When they suffer they ask, "Why me?"  When they prosper, they never ask "Why me?"  Everyone wishes to have truth on their side.  Few want to be on the side of the truth.

Me: Sometimes, I ask, "Who am I?  Why am I here?" I can’t get the answer.
God: Seek not to find who you are, but, to determine who you want to be.  Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here.  Create it. Life is not a process of discovery.  It’s a process of creation.

Me: How can I get the best out of life?
God: Face your past without regret.  Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.

Me: One last question.  Sometimes, I feel my prayers are not answered.
God: There are no unanswered prayers.  At times, the answer is "NO."

Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat.
God: Well, keep the faith and drop the fear. Life is a mystery to solve not a problem to resolve.  Trust me. 

Life is wonderful if you know how to live. "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but, by the moments that take our breath away!" LIVE TODAY! 

There are two eternities that can really trouble you — Yesterday and Tomorrow — One is gone and the other doesn’t exist! So, live Today.

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.

He said, "I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."

There is an old saying "What goes around comes around." Today, I sent you this story and I’m asking you to pass it on… Let this light shine.

A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.

As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.

He asked her what was wrong and she replied,

"I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.

But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."

The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose."

He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers.

As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.

She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."

She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.

The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.

Moral: Don’t Send Artificial Loves to your parents. Give them the respect and courtesy they desire. They are your most precious Treasure, Care for them. God Forbid, if they leave this world then one can do nothing but regret.