Sagittarius – The Archer – http://wp.me/p6UhJp-4q
I’m Not Rude, I’m Just An Introvert – http://thoughtcatalog.com/britney-oxendine/2016/06/im-not-rude-im-just-an-introvert/
At age 5 his Father died.
At age 16 he quit school.
At age 17 he had already lost four jobs.
At age 18 he got married.
Between ages 18 and 22, he was a railroad conductor and failed.
He joined the army and washed out there. He applied for law school he was rejected. He became an insurance sales man and failed again.
At age 19 he became a father.
At age 20 his wife left him and took their baby daughter.
He became a cook and dishwasher in a small cafe.
He failed in an attempt to kidnap his own daughter, and eventually he convinced his wife to return home.
At age 65 he retired. On the 1st day of retirement he received a cheque from the Government for $105. He decided to commit suicide, it wasn’t worth living anymore; he had failed so much.
He sat under a tree writing his will, but instead, he wrote what he would have accomplished with his life. He realised there was much more that he hadn’t done. There was one thing he could do better than anyone he knew. And that was how to cook.
So he borrowed $87 against his cheque and bought and fried up some chicken using his recipe, and went door to door to sell them to his neighbours in Kentucky. Remember at age 65 he was ready to commit suicide.
But at age 88 Colonel Sanders, founder of Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) Empire was a billionaire.
Moral of the story: Attitude. It’s never too late to start all over.
I was walking on a busy road in evening thinking about how things were not going well. All of sudden someone from behind was calling me.I was totally lost in my thoughts. I didn’t realize till when that person came running behind me and patted on my back. My body witnessed a strange feeling as is it was someone very close to me.
Out of fear and suspense look I stopped by and a hot and cute girl came near me and hugged me tightly. For a moment I was in shock because I couldn’t recollect anything about her. And she was in grabbing my waist with both hands as if we are made for each other.
A new feeling , a different kind of feeling was blooming in my body senses and feeling was marvelous. On the other side of mind I was curious to know who the girl was and what was she doing was not right as I don’t recognize her and hugging strangers like this was way beyond question. My thoughts were not too strong and I also lost with her feelings and couldn’t control my self and I also hugged her back and closed my eyes. Not knowing that I might be in grave danger I was lost and my feelings were mixed with ecstasy and seduction on one side and fear of big tension.
I was not aware of what was happening to me. Was I dreaming? After few minutes I opened my eyes I found myself in a hospital like room.I was lying like a dead body. I could barely move my body. People were taking autopsy of my body. A few minutes earlier I was with a strange girl and now like this. What happened to me? How I landed being here?
A few minutes later my alarm buzzed and I found myself in bed and I was all wet due to sweat.
I Let Her Go Because She Deserves Someone Better – http://thoughtcatalog.com/dhak-kan/2016/06/i-let-her-go-because-she-deserves-someone-better/
Mr and Mrs Shetty were having their 60th Marriage anniversary.
Mr Shetty was almost 82 years old retired who had lost his job as mill worker.He had brought one slice cake to celebrate their togetherness.
He spent his entire earnings on his only son’s education and marriage. But his son Akshay shetty was not there at the moment. He was enjoying a lavish dinner with his wife and daughter at a 3 star restaurant.
Mr Shetty was at Jeevan Astha old age home with a slice cake and candlelight in room of darkness talking to his Mrs Shetty who was silently remembering to all those memories when they first met.
After every five minutes Mr shetty used to say are u listening?
And still Mrs shetty would give him same old smile and didn’t say anything as she was in peace and Mr shetty was speaking to his wife’s photo.