<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29967801</id><updated>2009-02-20T21:27:15.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is just a dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisjustadream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29967801/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisjustadream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matthew C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930280054435999850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29967801.post-115200226119872125</id><published>2006-07-04T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:41:49.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I received a very good story. I would like to post here to share with you. Hope this is no copyright :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story we can all learn from... to make life better for us and for others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not Finding Blame:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a&lt;br /&gt;loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was&lt;br /&gt;around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. &lt;br /&gt;He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it&lt;br /&gt;in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the&lt;br /&gt;matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its &lt;br /&gt;colour and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for&lt;br /&gt;adults in small dosages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital. He died.&lt;br /&gt;The mother was stunned. She was terrified how she was going to face her &lt;br /&gt;husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he&lt;br /&gt;looked at his wife and uttered just five words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What were the five words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the implication of this story? &lt;br /&gt;Please scroll down...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ANSWER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The husband just said "I am with you Darling".&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behaviour. The&lt;br /&gt;&gt;child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in &lt;br /&gt;&gt;finding fault with the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not&lt;br /&gt;&gt;have happened. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the &lt;br /&gt;&gt;husband. That is what he gave her. If everyone can look at life with this&lt;br /&gt;&gt;kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "A&lt;br /&gt;&gt;journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Take off all your &lt;br /&gt;&gt;envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will&lt;br /&gt;&gt;find things are actually not as difficult as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, &lt;br /&gt;&gt;whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. By this&lt;br /&gt;&gt;way we miss out some warmth in human relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;My mind is firm like a rock,&lt;br /&gt;unattached to sensual things,&lt;br /&gt;no shaking in the midst of a &lt;br /&gt;world, where all is decaying.&lt;br /&gt;My mind has been thus well developed,&lt;br /&gt;so how can suffering ever touch me? -  Theragatha 194&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29967801-115200226119872125?l=lifeisjustadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisjustadream.blogspot.com/feeds/115200226119872125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29967801&amp;postID=115200226119872125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29967801/posts/default/115200226119872125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29967801/posts/default/115200226119872125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisjustadream.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-i-received-very-good-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Matthew C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930280054435999850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05919196024019424986'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29967801.post-115077507683715136</id><published>2006-06-19T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:10:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/3205/1600/DSC00027.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/3205/320/DSC00027.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to choose the title of the my blog I think about my hobbies, think about my believe. Finally come up one. 'Life is like a dream'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems very common right? but who will really think about the true meaning of 'Life is like a dream'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese, there is a story about a man had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dreamed he were a butterfly flying around. Suddenly he saw he was sleeping on the bed and having a dream. Then he thought "am I a butterfly having a dream be a man or a man having a dram be a butterfly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/3205/1600/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can really remember what you did a day. Who you met? What you ate? What you had thought? Maybe we only remember the color, a snap shot in your mind...is it like a dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29967801-115077507683715136?l=lifeisjustadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisjustadream.blogspot.com/feeds/115077507683715136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29967801&amp;postID=115077507683715136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29967801/posts/default/115077507683715136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29967801/posts/default/115077507683715136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisjustadream.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-blog.html' title='My first Blog'/><author><name>Matthew C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930280054435999850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05919196024019424986'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>