Angels come in many forms (Part 2)

My friend Bob,
TQ to you & your little Darling for another delighting article! I have read the very heart touching article 'Angels come in many forms' in your nice blog. I have taken the pleasure to provide my views on the topic as below. As it is a little long, I have decided to email you & your little Darling instead. If u could slot this in your 'comments' section of yr blog, it would be more appropriate. Rgds. Maram

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'Angels come in many forms'

The article in your Blog on 'Angels come in many forms' is a very touching story. Very interesting and very revealing. I believe there are many real life stories of this nature experienced by people of every race and creed around the world. Of every religion or even to those with no religion at all! Yes, 'angels' can be in any form or shape. And they have come to help those in need. Could Robin Hood be the 'angel' who came in for the poor. That story about a whore, who saved a dog in a deep dry pond and gave it water. That act of kindness is the 'angel' who 'came from nowhere', to the dog. She repented her past misdeeds and all her sins were completely forgiven by Him. All around us, we see 'angels' in various forms helping people achieve their wants in life, getting them out of very difficult situations. Isn't God fair to all his creations in this world. He created all of them! So everyone has a 'fair' place in the 'sun', irrespective of beliefs. And some will have more than others due to their efforts and 'investments'. Who are the top 10-20% of people who have been given to get 80-90% of the physical wealth of this world. Some may not even believe in God despite all the SIGNS!! Everything that everybody have is made possible by D One God.

Just because everyone is fairly treated and can enjoy everything that they have today and tomorrow in this world, DOES NOT in any way mean that a man's duty to find his One True Creator is no longer the most important quest in his life on Earth! It certainly does not mean that since every 'religion' teaches good things, so everyone actually really prays to the same One God, only in different ways! Now lets brace ourselves! .... False religions in fact teaches the greatest evil - the worship of creations of God. ManGods, AnimalGods, IdolGods etc. etc. And they say that their God manifests in everything! Our unprejudiced logic will immediately tell our souls that there must be .. One and Only One God. Only and Only He alone is worthy of worship. All His creations can worship Him direct. No intermediaries necessary! Therefore there is only One set of Guidelines. Our logic will not accept One God but with many different Guidelines?? Have we seen a Refinery with many different Master policy & Operating manuals to manage it optimally and efficiently?? We can import workers from the world over but the same one Main manual is the reference! For this world and all of its contents, Who else knows it best but the only One Creator and therefore Only His Guidelines is the correct one, the Best ever! No comparison. He has given man, his creation, the intellect to see, gather, analyse, think n finally to correctly decide the only One True God and the One True Religion that He has given to mankind through all His Prophets. He has made sure that Man's given intellect has more than enough capacity to think and make the correct decision. Isn't He fair?

This is the crucial Decision for man, that will make the most difference in the Next World, ... The Permanent World. Between Believers and non Believers, between the unimaginable joys of Heaven and the xtreme sufferings of Hell. And d Next World is the Permanent one?

In this world, perhaps the difference is not as clear. But if we care to observe the world and its people, we may well just see the signs. The deeper we dwell, with unprejudiced minds free from the years of conditioning baggage since childhood, the clearer the signs will become.

So yes, angels may come in different forms to different people in every corner of the Earth, in this life on Earth. A temporary life as we can see. And only a transient life as we have been promised!

"This world is a place designed for man to invest wisely, with the aim of reaping its major returns only in the next world"


Maram

Angels come in many forms....

Little darling was very touched with Maram & A God loving anonymous who shared their meaningful insight on my recent title, "Five Regrets of The Dying". She would like to share a wonderful story for these special readers of mine. She titled it as... "Angel comes in many forms.

A Father, Daughter & a Dog
- story by Catherine Worthmoore

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"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad . Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.."

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts..... dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon . He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone..

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad 's troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.."

I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon.. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.. "You mean you're going to kill him?"

"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch... "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad !" I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad . He's staying!"

Dad ignored me.. "Did you hear me, Dad ?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him.. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw..

Dad 's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years.. Dad 's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night.. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.

And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."

"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article... Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. . ...his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.

The different stages of selling with our clients...

Selling tips...

AZ is my client for 25 years. When I first prospected him, he was a young manager and I needed to see him several times before I could convince him to purchase his first life insurance with me. I could still remember he asked questions from A to Z on our products and I had to propose a few plans on various pricing before he signed on the dotted lines.

Five years later, he was promoted as a branch manager. On reviewing his programs, I managed to sell another plan to him. Same approaches when he still asked all the relevance details to justify the extra cover.

Another five years later, my client together with his family went to England where he attempted to seek for his fortune in business . Luck was with him and he came home as a millionaire. The past ten years I sold another few policies to him, when he no longer asked about plans or benefits, except knowing how much to pay for his premium.

Today I met him again, as a client and a good friend for 25 years. I brought along his file and all the necessary details, having an intention to conduct a full review on all his insurances. We were talking grand mother stories and laughing our way for the first hour of meeting. The minute when I turned serious on a business talk, my great friend laid his arm to say, "Robert! Just tell me where to sign and I need not know anything!"

He didn't bother to know the details, the fund invested and the benefits are not important to him anymore. You know why? When you have a few hundred million cash in hand, you don't need to know what your insurance is worth! Comparing to those days when he had nothing, he insisted to know from A to Z. My sale was concluded due to trust and long term relationship.

For my fellow colleagues who intend to pursuit this career... you need patience, integrity, hardwork, sincerity and passion for our job.

The courting stage........

Seeing a young couple walking our way, we could see the man was holding firmly his hand over the hip of the lady. We could sense she wasn't very comfortable with his palm touching her sexy curve but he was proud to walk along with her.

Little darling quietly asked,"Dear! At what romance's stage is this couple at now?"

"Aha! That's a cheeky question darling!!! They are at a courting stage when the man is trying his best to win the lady," I convincingly responded.

Lets see whether I'm right ladies & gentleman out there. When the woman hasn't given way to the man (no sex and intimacy involved yet), he would attempt to be loving and caring. Most of the time, he would be aggressive in approaching her. In all outings and dates, he would be too happy and excited to hold her hands or arms, or his hand over the shoulder or brave enough to place his hand besides her tempting hip. Usually she might be a bit shy and timid, not sure whether to give way or allowing him further to touch more of her physical. Next! When you happened to see her holding his arm instead, the situation changes differently. It tells, the pussy has surrendered to the naughty dick and this is when the man no longer shows his aggressive approaches anymore.

Life is so funny! When you don't have it, you want it so crazily but when you have got it, you no longer want it. That's why the saying goes, "The Pasture is Always Greener on The Other Side".

Five Regrets of the Dying.....

By Bronnie Ware Platinum Quality Author

For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.

People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learned never to underestimate someone's capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them.

When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:

1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.

It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn't work so hard.
This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children's youth and their partner's companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.

By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.

3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.

We cannot control the reactions of others. However, people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, but in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.

It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called 'comfort' of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to themselves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.

Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.

Looking for the right man..............

Angel was in her late thirties and still not married. She just had a hard time meeting men. And the men she did meet all ended up being jerks.

Finally, she decided to place an ad in the personals in the newspaper. Angel wrote: "Looking for a man who won't beat me, won't leave me, and is excellent in bed."

Several days went by and she hadn't gotten a single call. Then, one day she was doing her laundry when she heard a knock on the door. She walked upstairs to answer it. She opened the door and saw a man in a wheelchair with no arms and no legs.

"Can I help you?" Angel asked.

He said, "I am the man of your dreams!"

Angel was baffled. She said, "Excuse me."

"I read your personal ad in the paper and I am the perfect man for you. I have no arms, so I can't beat you. I have no legs, so I can never leave you."

"But are you good in bed?" Angel asked.

He replied, "How do you think I knocked the door."

Confucian wisdom......

Woman asks:When I sleep with 3 men, everyone calls me a slut.
But when a man sleeps with 10 women,
everyone calls him a real man.
How come . . . ? Confucius replies: It's very simple.
When one lock can be opened by 3 different keys, it's a bad lock.
But when one key can open 10 different locks, we call it a MASTER KEY."