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		<title>A Different Truth</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 18:31:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A Different Truth A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: &#8220;I am blind, please help.&#8221; There were only a few coins in the hat. A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A Different Truth</p>
<p>A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: &#8220;I am blind, please help.&#8221; There were only a few coins in the hat.</p>
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<p>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.</p>
<p><span id="more-422"></span>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, &#8220;Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?&#8221;</p>
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<p>The man said, &#8220;I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.&#8221;</p>
<p>I wrote: &#8220;Today is a beautiful day but I cannot see it.&#8221;</p>
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<p>Both signs told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people that they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?</p>
<p>Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have.. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…</p>
<p>And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!</p>
<p>Enjoy your day with a heart of gratitude.</p>
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		<title>Determination</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 03:24:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a rel="attachment wp-att-372" href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/22/determination/brooklyn-bridge/"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-372" title="The Brooklyn Bridge" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/brooklyn-bridge-300x240.jpg" alt="The Brooklyn Bridge" width="300" height="240" /></a>In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.</p>
<p>Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.</p>
<p>Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.</p>
<p><span id="more-371"></span>The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.</p>
<p>&#8220;We told them so.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Crazy men and their crazy dreams.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;It&#8217;s foolish to chase wild visions.&#8221;</p>
<p>Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.</p>
<p>He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.</p>
<p>It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.</p>
<p>He touched his wife&#8217;s arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.</p>
<p>For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife&#8217;s arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man&#8217;s indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.</p>
<p>Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realized with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.</p>
<p>Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination and persistence.</p></blockquote>
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		<title>Just Five More Minutes</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/20/just-five-more-minutes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 17:51:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.

â€œThatâ€™s my son over there,â€ she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a rel="attachment wp-att-404" href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/20/just-five-more-minutes/just-five-more-minutes-2/"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-404" title="Just five more minutes" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/just-five-more-minutes-201x300.jpg" alt="Just five more minutes" width="201" height="300" /></a>While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.</p>
<p>“That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.</p>
<p>“He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”</p>
<p>Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?”</p>
<p>Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”</p>
<p>The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”</p>
<p>Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”</p>
<p>The man smiled and said, “OK.”</p>
<p>“My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.</p>
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<p>The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.</p>
<p>She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”</p>
<p>Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?</p>
<p>Give someone you love five more minutes of your time today!</p>
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		<title>Butterfly</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/11/butterfly/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 18:50:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/cocoon.jpg"><img class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-345" title="cocoon" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/cocoon-150x150.jpg" alt="cocoon" width="150" height="150" /></a>A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.</p>
<p>So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.</p>
<p>The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.</p>
<p>The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.</p>
<p><span id="more-344"></span>Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.</p>
<p>What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God&#8217;s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.</p>
<p>Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.</p>
<p>We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!</p>
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		<title>Mom</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/08/12/mom/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 18:53:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[MomGod saw you were getting tiredAnd a cure was not to be&#8230;&#8230;So He put His arms around you and whispered, &#8220;Come to Me&#8221;With tearful eyes I watched you,and saw you pass away&#8230;.Although I loved you dearly&#8230;.I could not make you stay.A golden heart stopped beating,Hard working hands at rest.God broke my heart to prove to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> <DIV> <H2 align="center">Mom</H2><BR><H3 align="center">God saw you were getting tired<BR><BR>And a cure was not to be&#8230;&#8230;<BR><BR>So He put His arms around you and whispered, <BR><BR>&#8220;Come to Me&#8221;<BR><BR>With tearful eyes I watched you,<BR><BR>and saw you pass away&#8230;.<BR><BR>Although I loved you dearly&#8230;.<BR><BR>I could not make you stay.<BR><BR>A golden heart stopped beating,<BR><BR>Hard working hands at rest.<BR><BR>God broke my heart to prove to me<BR><BR>He only takes the best.</H3> <DIV align="center"><IMG border="0" hspace="0" alt="Mom, I Love You" align="baseline" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/mom.jpg" width="535"></DIV> </DIV></p>
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		<title>Five Short Chapters on Change</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/07/12/five-short-chapters-on-change/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 03:35:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Five Short Chapters on Change Chapter 1. I walk down a street and there&#8217;s a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. It takes forever to get out. It&#8217;s my fault. Chapter 2. I walk down the same street. I fall in the hole again. It still takes a long time to get out. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Five Short Chapters on Change</strong></p>
<p>Chapter 1.</p>
<blockquote><p>I walk down a street and there&#8217;s a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. It takes forever to get out. It&#8217;s my fault.</p></blockquote>
<p>Chapter 2.</p>
<blockquote><p>I walk down the same street. I fall in the hole again. It still takes a long time to get out. It&#8217;s not my fault.</p></blockquote>
<p>Chapter 3.</p>
<blockquote><p>I walk down the same street. I fall in the hole again. It&#8217;s becoming a habit. It is my fault. I get out immediately.</p></blockquote>
<p>Chapter 4.</p>
<blockquote><p>I walk down the same street and see the deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.</p></blockquote>
<p>Chapter 5.</p>
<blockquote><p>I walk down a different street. </p></blockquote>
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		<title>Why mother is so special</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/05/11/why-mother-is-so-special/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 10:04:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I came home in the rain, Brother asked why didn&#8217;t you take an umbrella. Sister advised, Why didn&#8217;t you wait till rain stopped. Father angrily warned, only after getting cold, you will realize. But Mother, while drying my hair, said, stupid rain! Couldn&#8217;t it wait, till my child came home? That Is MOM !]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I came home in the rain,</p>
<p>Brother asked why didn&#8217;t you take an umbrella.</p>
<p>Sister advised, Why didn&#8217;t you wait till rain stopped.</p>
<p>Father angrily warned, only after getting cold, you will realize.</p>
<p>But Mother, while drying my hair, said, stupid rain! Couldn&#8217;t<br />
it wait, till my child came home?</p>
<p>That Is MOM !</p>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t give up your goodness.</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/12/26/dont-give-up-your-goodness/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 02:48:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was this Hindu who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of the water, but the scorpion stung him again. A man nearby told him to stop saving the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was this Hindu who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of the water, but the scorpion stung him again.</p>
<p>A man nearby told him to stop saving the scorpion that kept stinging him.</p>
<p>But the Hindu said: &#8220;It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why should I give up my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting?&#8221;</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t give up loving.<br />
Don&#8217;t give up your goodness.<br />
Even if people around you sting. </p>
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		<title>Weakness or Strength?</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/12/25/weakness-or-strength/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 03:43:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes your biggest weakness can become your biggest strength. Take, for example, the story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident. The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes your biggest weakness can become your biggest strength. Take, for example, the story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.</p>
<p>The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn&#8217;t understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.</p>
<p>&#8220;Sensei,&#8221; the boy finally said, &#8220;Shouldn&#8217;t I be learning more moves?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you&#8217;ll ever need to know,&#8221; the sensei replied.</p>
<p><span id="more-195"></span>Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.</p>
<p>Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.</p>
<p>This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened.</p>
<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; the sensei insisted, &#8220;Let him continue.&#8221;</p>
<p>Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.</p>
<p>On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.</p>
<p>&#8220;Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;You won for two reasons,&#8221; the sensei answered. &#8220;First, you&#8217;ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grap your left arm.&#8221;</p>
<p>The boy&#8217;s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength. </p>
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		<title>The One Flaw In Women</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 06:17:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[By the time the Lord made woman. He was into his sixth day of working overtime. An angel appeared and said, &#8216;Why are you spending so much time on this one? And the Lord answered, &#8216;Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a rel="attachment wp-att-365" href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/12/23/the-one-flaw-in-women/the-one-flaw-in-women-2/"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-365" title="The One Flaw In Women" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/the-one-flaw-in-women-217x300.jpg" alt="The One Flaw In Women" width="217" height="300" /></a>By the time the Lord  made woman. He was into his sixth day of working overtime. An angel  appeared and said, &#8216;Why are you spending so much time on this one?</p>
<p>And  the Lord answered, &#8216;Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be  completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all  replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that  can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from  a scraped knee to a broken heart-and she will do everything with only two  hands.&#8217;</p>
<p>The angel was astounded at the requirements. &#8216;Only two  hands!? No way! And that&#8217;s just on the standard model? That&#8217;s too much  work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish.&#8217;</p>
<p><span id="more-181"></span>&#8216;But I won&#8217;t, &#8216;  the Lord protested. &#8216;I am so close to finishing this creation that is so  close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days.&#8217;</p>
<p>The angel moved closer and touched  the woman. &#8216;But you have made her so soft, Lord.&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;She is soft,&#8217; the  Lord agreed, &#8216;but I have also made her tough. You have no  idea what she can endure or accomplish.&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;Will she be able to think? &#8216;, asked the angel.</p>
<p><!--more-->The Lord replied, &#8216;Not only will  she be able to think, she will be able to reason and  negotiate.&#8217;</p>
<p>The angel then noticed something, and reaching  out, touched the woman&#8217;s cheek. &#8216;Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this  model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one.&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;That&#8217;s not a leak,&#8217; the Lord corrected, &#8216;that&#8217;s a  tear!&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;What&#8217;s the tear for?&#8217; the angel asked.</p>
<p>The Lord said, &#8216;The  tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain,  her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief  and her pride.&#8217;</p>
<p>The angel was impressed. &#8216;You are a genius, Lord. You  thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing.&#8217;</p>
<p>And she is!</p>
<p>Women have strengths that amaze men.<br />
They bear hardships and they carry  burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.<br />
They smile  when they want to scream.<br />
They sing when they want to cry.<br />
They cry when  they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.<br />
They  fight for what they believe in.<br />
They stand up to injustice.<br />
They don&#8217;t take &#8216;no&#8217; for an answer when they  believe there is a better solution.<br />
They go without so their family can have.<br />
They go to the doctor with a frightened  friend.<br />
They love unconditionally.<br />
They cry  when their children excel and cheer when their friends get  awards.<br />
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a  wedding.<br />
Their hearts break when a friend dies.<br />
They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.<br />
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.<br />
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.<br />
They&#8217;ll drive, fly, walk, run or  e-mail you to show how much they care about you.<br />
The  heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.<br />
They  bring joy, hope and love.<br />
They have compassion and ideals.<br />
They give moral support to their family and friends.<br />
Women have vital things to say and everything to give</p>
<p>HOWEVER,  IF THERE IS ONE TINY FLAW IN WOMEN,</p>
<p>IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.</p>
<p>Ask your friends and relatives to remind them just  how amazing they are.</p>
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