Different Paths - same goal!

A blonde was flying as passenger in a two-seater airplane. Suddenly, the pilot had a heart attack and collapsed. Frantic, she sent out a Mayday distress call.

"Mayday! Mayday! Help me! Help me! My pilot has had a heart attack and he's dead. And I don't know how to fly. Help me! Please help me!"

A deep, soothing voice came back over the radio saying, "This is Air Traffic Control and I hear you loud and clear. I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground. I've had a lot of experience with this kind of problem. Calm down, take a deep breath. Everything will be fine! Now, give me your height and position."

"I'm 5'4 inches," she said, "and I'm in the front seat."

Slight pause.....

"Ohh-kay..." said the voice on the radio. "Repeat after me: "Our Father... Who art in Heaven..."

You were born in a first class hospital, I was delivered at home, we both survived.

You went to a private primary school and I went to a public school, we both ended in the same high school.

You woke up from the bed and I woke from the floor, we both had a peaceful night rest.

Your outfits are all expensive, mine are all simple and cheap, we both still cover our nakedness.

You ate fried rice and roasted chicken, I ate local made food but we both still ate to our satisfaction.

You ride on Lexus jeep, Range Rover, G Wagon, Hummer Jeep and I use public transport but we still got to our various destination.

You may be reading this post from your Sony xperia, BB Z10, Q10, Samsung Galaxy 6edge, IPhone6+ and I typed it with my Touch one broken screen, we still see the message.

Lifestyle is not a competition and there are different ways to get a lot of things done, different lanes all leading to the same destination. Just because your neighbour is doing things faster does not mean you are failing.

Happiness doesn't come from having everything, but making the best out of what you have, it's all about how you see yourself.

Happiness is not having what you like. Happiness is liking what you have and being content...
Courtesy says
You must never ask a woman her age and a man his salary..

Do you know why, Have you ever thought about it ???

Well here is a beautiful insight...

It is wrong to ask a woman her age because she hardly ever lives for herself!

And it is wrong to ask a man his salary because he hardly ever spends on himself!.

One day all the disciples went to their master' and said, "Master, Master, we all are going on a pilgrimage.
Master: Why you want to go on a pilgrimage trip?
Disciples: So that we can improve our devotion.
Master: OK. Then do me a favour. Please take this karela (bitter gourd) along with you and wherever you go and whichever temple you visit, place it in the alter of the Deity, take the blessings and bring it back. 
So, not only the disciples but the Karela also went on pilgrimage, temple to temple. And finally when they came back, the Master said, "cook that karela and serve it to me." The disciples cooked it and served it to the master. After having the first bite, the master said,"Surprising"!!!!!
Disciples: What's so surprising?
Master: Even after the pilgrimage the karela is still bitter. How come???'
Disciples: But that's the very nature of the Karela, Master.
Master: That's what I am saying. Unless you change your nature, pilgrimage will not make any difference. So, you & I, if we do not change ourselves no teacher or guru can make a difference in our lives....

In a dark and gloomy room, the fortune teller was startled by what she saw in her crystal ball. She looked up at her customer sitting across the table.

"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."

Visibly shaken, the woman stared at the psychic's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands.

She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know. She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked, "Will I get away with it?"

The above are all from Joseph Sebastian in FB