.... would bring a smile.
Hi all - do have a laugh and if not a smile at least.
The beauty of Outsourcing
I was feeling a bit depressed the other day, so I called the Depression Help Hotline. I was put through to a call center in Pakistan. I explained that I was feeling suicidal. They were very excited at this news and wanted to know if I could drive a truck or fly an airplane ....
Bet you can not do it just Once!
HOW SMART IS YOUR RIGHT FOOT?
I could not believe this!!! Just try it!
It is from an orthopedic surgeon............ This will boggle your mind and
you will keep you trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your
foot, but, you can't. It's pre-programmed in your brain!
1. Without anyone watching you (they will think you are GOOFY......) and
while sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift
your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.
2. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right
hand. Your foot will change direction.
I told you so!!!
And there's nothing you can do about it! You and I both know how stupid it
is, but before the day is done you are going to try it again, if you've not
already done so.
Hi again all,
I was sent this by my sister and it rings out so true.
Is there a magic cutoff period when
offsprings become accountable for their own
actions? Is there a wonderful moment when
parents can become detached spectators in
the lives of their children and shrug, "It's
their life," and feel nothing?
When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital
corridor waiting for doctors to put a few
stitches in my son's head. I asked, "When do
you stop worrying?" The nurse said,"When they get out of the accident stage." My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little
chair in a classroom and heard how one of my
children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,and was headed for a career making
license plates.As if to read my mind,a teacher
said, "Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and
enjoy them." My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime
waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come
home, the front door to open. A friend said,
"They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry,
in a few years, you can stop worrying.They'll be adults." My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.
By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable and very sick. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle. There was nothing I could do about it. My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing. I continued to anguish over their failures, be
tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in
My friends said that when my kids got married I
could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my mother's warm smile and her occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right?Call me the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?"
Can it be that parents are sentenced to a
lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another
handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of
human frailties and the fears of the
unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue
that elevates us to the highest form of life?
One of my children became quite irritable
recently, saying to me,"Where were you? I've
been calling for hours and no one answered I was worried."
I smiled a warm smile.
The torch has been passed.