<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641485979395193179</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:17:03.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom &amp; Success Story</title><subtitle type='html'>"Life means responsibility! Let us restraint from dying a coward and fill our life with the courage to live as a warrior. Then life is worth living."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641485979395193179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nawi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641485979395193179.post-6679761073447023073</id><published>2008-08-01T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:08:04.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Handicapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One  fine afternoon, a woman was standing in front of her house. Then came a young  beggar wearing shabby clothes. He looked filthy. One of his hands was  handicapped. He said politely, “Kind lady, could I have some food and drink I  am starving. I have not eaten since this morning. Would you please be kind to a  handicapped like me, Mam?”                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The  woman smiled but firmly said, “Sure, but you must do something before you enjoy  the food. Are you willing to do it?”&lt;/p&gt;The  young man answered, “All right, then. What should I do?” The woman pointed at a  pile of bricks in her yard. “Young man, move all those bricks to my back yard.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling  surprised, the young man answered, “I’m sorry, Mam, but how can I move all the  bricks with one handicapped hand like this?” the beggar objected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“If  you do want to have your lunch, you have to pay the price. Take it or leave it.  “With a rumbling stomach, the beggar started to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About  one hour later, sweating all over, the young man finally earned his most  delicious lunch. He even got some money as a reward of his hard work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A  few days later, this beggar came again to this woman’s house begging for food.  Again he was asked to move the bricks, but now back to the front yard. The  woman’s family did not understand why she asked the beggar to do it. Without  asking anything, the beggar started working vigorously. This time he finished  more quickly than before. He then again got his wage. After eating his  delicious food and putting the money in his pocket, he thanked the woman and  left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The  time passed by very quickly. Fifteen years later, came a young guest who  insisted on meeting the old woman. With her old-aged eyes, the woman looked at  the young man in the net and expensive clothes. With a friendly smile, the  young man took the woman’s hand and said, “Mam, do you still remember me? A  young handicapped who came here many years ago, asking for food?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The  kind woman nodded. “Yes. Of course, I remember the young man who diligently  moved the bricks there. Now you have changed. What can I do for you, young  man?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I  came here specially to thank you, Mam. Your lessons on “no free lunch” made me  realize that actually I could work as well as a normal person. Since that time,  I worked hard and made a resolution to prove that a handicapped does not have  to beg for food. I am very grateful, Mam. Now I am a successful businessman.”  Telling her about his life, he gave the woman a cheque, “Mam, please accept  this is my way to express my gratitude. You can write down the amount yourself.  With your consent, Mam, I will also build you a house after you retire.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With  tears in her eyes the woman said,”Thank you for your attention and your good  will, young man. But I am sorry, I cannot accept this. I am still healthy and I  have had everything I want. Knowing that you are successful gladdens my heart.  Just be the inspiration for others!” With those words, she returned the cheque  to the young man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;“Maybe, someone is  physically handicapped, but if he has an independent mentality to strive, he  will be able to raise his honor and dignity as a human being“&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641485979395193179-6679761073447023073?l=wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6679761073447023073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641485979395193179&amp;postID=6679761073447023073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641485979395193179/posts/default/6679761073447023073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641485979395193179/posts/default/6679761073447023073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com/2008/08/handicapped.html' title='The Handicapped'/><author><name>nawi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641485979395193179.post-7739216222513273631</id><published>2008-07-31T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:09:46.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking for a Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A  young man was applying for a job in a big company. He had passed the first few  tests, and now he was sitting in front of the general manager to have the final  interview. After looking at the result of the tests and his appearance, the  general manager asked him, “What’s your ambition?”&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;            “My ambition is to sit on your chair  one day,” he answered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            “You know, it is not easy. You must  work very hard for a long time. Do you understand this?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            The young man nodded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            “What do your parents do?” the  general manager continued.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            “My father passed away when I was  young, sir. My mother is the bread earner. She sends us to school.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            “Do you know your mother’s  birthday?” again the manager asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            “There is no tradition of  celebrating birthdays in our family Sir. I don’t know her birthday.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            “Well, young man. I have not made  decision whether to accept you or not, but I have one task for you. When you  are home, do this small thing: wash your mother’s feet. Come back here  tomorrow.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He  did not understand why the manager asked him to to do this. It was certainly an  extraordinary request. However, he was willing to do it since he wanted the job  badly. In the evening, he led his mother to a chair. “Mom, you look so tired.  Let me wash your feet.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surprised,  the mother looked at her soon and nodded. “My son, you’ve grown up now. You  seem to start understanding life.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He  took a pail of warm water, and soaked his mother’s feet in it. He rubbed and  messaged the fragile, wrinkled, and withered feet gently. Feeling the rough and  flaky feet in his hands, he shed tears down his cheeks. “Thanks you very much,  Mom. So far you have been working very hard for me. Because of these feet I can  be what I am today,” he mumbled, trying hard to control his sobs. Then they  hugged each other with a feeling of gratitude and relief.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The  next day, the manager asked him, “Now, tell me what you felt when you washed  your mother’s feet.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“When  I washed them, I realized how much she loved me. She sacrificed everything,  even herself, for her children. Seeing my mother’s wrinkled and fragile feet, I  know that I have to work very well as a way to pay respect to her,” he said  wholeheartedly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hearing  this, the manager decided to accept him. He believed that a young man who knew  how to be grateful and to replay the kindness of his parents was a human being  with big compassion. And a man with compassion would work seriously, with all his  heart and responsibility.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;“Our parents’ love and  sacrifices cannot be valued by anything. Only when we understanding the meaning  of our mother’s sacrifices can we find real compassion.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641485979395193179-7739216222513273631?l=wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7739216222513273631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641485979395193179&amp;postID=7739216222513273631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641485979395193179/posts/default/7739216222513273631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641485979395193179/posts/default/7739216222513273631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/seeking-for-job.html' title='Seeking for a Job'/><author><name>nawi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641485979395193179.post-1571228600154362927</id><published>2008-07-31T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:08:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ungrowing Seeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom, there was a king who did not have an heir  to his throne. Thingking that it was high time to look for his successor, he  held a competition for his people. After winning in their own regions, they had  to go to the capital city. The king himself would give them final test there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In  the final competition, there were only eight people left. They had almost the  same level of intelligence and they had passed many other tests before. The  king carefully tested them one by one. He advised them, “My dear children, the  duty a king is not easy. It is a duty that should be done with full  responsibility. The eight of you five grains of seeds. Plant and take good care  of the seeds as if you were taking care of your kingdom and its people. You can  go home now. Come back in two week’s time with the plants from the seeds that  you bring home today.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After  a fortnight, seen young men proudly showed the king their sprouts. Then is was  the eight young man’s turn. Embarrassedly, he looked the pot he brouht and  said, “Your Highness, please forgive me. I planted all the seeds you gage me  and I have taken good care of them. But until today, they have not grown. I  have failed to do your task. I do not know what have gone wrong, but at least I  have done my very best. Now, I will accept any decision you are about to give  me.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hearing  this, at first the king smiled contentedly. Then he started to laugh loudly.  Seeing the king’ reaction, those who assembled there looked at one another. The  king then patted the young man’s shoulder and said, “Thank you, young man. I am  happy and very pleased. I did not hope for nothing. There is still leader of  the nation among many young men of this country.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking  at all of the people in the room, the king continued, “Listen carefully! This  young man has fulfilled my last wish. He is an honest young man, the future  leader of this country. It is true that his seeds did not grow. It seems he  failed, but did he? No! Actually, I had boiled all the seeds I gave them. So no  matter how well they might have taken care of the seeds, there can be no  sprouts! The seeds have died. I am very disappointed to see the sprouts these  seven young men brought here!” The king firmly reprimanded them. “You,  dishonest young men! How dare you do such a shameful thing! You must be  punished because you tried to fool your king.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The  seven young men immediately knelt down begging for forgiveness. Nonetheless,  the king asked his soldiers to seize and punish them. How tragic! Dishonestt  prevented them from reaching their ambition for a better position.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;“Honesty is the universal currency acceptable everywhere. Although we are not materially wealthy, by being honest, we will live free from uneasiness, anxiety, and worries ”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641485979395193179-1571228600154362927?l=wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1571228600154362927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641485979395193179&amp;postID=1571228600154362927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641485979395193179/posts/default/1571228600154362927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641485979395193179/posts/default/1571228600154362927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/ungrowing-seeds.html' title='The Ungrowing Seeds'/><author><name>nawi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641485979395193179.post-646216221586191813</id><published>2008-07-30T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T03:20:41.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail and Fight Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;One  fine afternoon, there was a young man in a park. We could clearly see sadness,  disappointment, and frustration on his face. He walked slowly with his head  down. Occasionally, he would sit down and sih many times, as if he did not know  what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When  his mind was somewhere in the clouds, suddenly his eyes caught a movement in  the branches nearby. A spider was making its web there. Being very upset, this  idle man took a twig. He destroyed the spider web without mercy to let out his  frustrated feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards,  He focused his attention to see what the spider would do. Deep in his heart, he  wanted to know the spider&amp;rsquo;s next move. Would the spider run hurriedly away or  would it make a new web somewhere else? His curiosity soon got the answer. Soon  the spider returned to its previous place, starting to repeat the same  activities: crawling, spinning, and jumping. It spun every single thread from  the very beginning. Each time, the web got wider and wider. The spider worked  tireslessly until a new web came into being.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The  young man&amp;nbsp; watched the spider working  vigorously repairing and making its new web. Then again, he destroyed this  second web. Feeling satisfied but full of curiosity, he sat and watched the  spider&amp;rsquo;s reaction. What would it do after its web was destroyed for the second  time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For  the third time, the spider repeated its activities from the very beginning &amp;ndash;  vigorously it crawled, spun, and jumped. With every single thread produced rom  its body, the spider spun a new web bit by bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The  young man watched and observed&amp;nbsp; the  spider building its third web. But suddenly a thought struck him! No matter how  many times he had destroyed and ruined the web, The spider would build it  again. The spirit of this very small creature working tirelessly opened his  mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It  brought a feeling of embarrassment to his heart. There he was in the park &amp;ndash;  feeling depressed and restless after just one failure. So, having seen what the  spider did, he promised himself, &amp;ldquo;It is not proper for me to complain and feel  desperated just because I have failed ths time. I must stand up again. I must  strive and be ready to overcome any failure I face, like this tiny spirited  spider which built up its new web every time the web was destroyed. &amp;ldquo;The young  man immediately stood up, and made a resolution to work harder. If necessary,  he would start again from the very beginning. Never give up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;ldquo;As long as we still keep  our exciting goal in mind, we should not stop half away. In reality, there is  no real success achieved without any failure&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641485979395193179-646216221586191813?l=wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com/feeds/646216221586191813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641485979395193179&amp;postID=646216221586191813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641485979395193179/posts/default/646216221586191813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641485979395193179/posts/default/646216221586191813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdom-success-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/fail-and-fight-again.html' title='Fail and Fight Again'/><author><name>nawi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
