The Funeral - Of course not mine

"Sharing Is Caring" So I would like to share this email with everyone.

This is after I went through all the blames from my close friends. I wont say my life is sucks... Just sometimes everything turn upside down when i give special care & concern for someone. Not all of them, just some of them....

My life full of hurt..... But i still love my friends.

Cut the crab......

Enjoy reading....

One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big sign on the door on which was

written: Yesterday, the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym.

In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the company itself.

The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room. The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up.

Everyone thought: 'Who is this guy who was hindering my progress? Well, at least he died!"

One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it, they suddenly became speechless.

They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul.

There was a mirror inside the coffin;

everyone who looked inside it could see himself.

There was also a sign next to the mirror that said: There is only one person who is capable of setting limits to your growth: IT IS YOU!

Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, or when your company changes.

Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limited beliefs. Examine yourself and watch yourself.

Don't be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses. It's the way you face Life that makes all the difference.

And it is only YOU - who can make a difference to your life.

I don't know who is the writer, but what he says is true.

If you stop worried about your close friends, he will think that you have change even though you did so much of things for them.... How you explain to them also they wont understand. :) I just went through that. Chill out always.

Moral of the story - If you want your friends be happy always... you have to stop think about your future. Agree with me? Then who will take care of your family? How you going to live in the future? Do your friends will do the same thing for you?

This is call life- Experience is the best lesson in our life.

I am still the same, i hope they understand that.

I think i started to sell crab again here.

BYE.

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THE ONION AND THE CHRISTMAS TREE

The family is sitting at the dinner table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there?" The father, surprised, answers, "Well son, there's three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round & firm. In her thirties & forties, they are like pears, still nice, but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions." "Onions?" "Yes, you see them, and they make you cry."

This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter says, "Mom, how many types of "willies" are there?" The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties & forties, it's like a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."

"A Christmas tree??"

"Yes dear, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."