Saturday, November 05, 2005

Story of a little girl

Story of a little girl

A little girl and her father were crossing a
bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his
little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so
that you don't fall into the river." The little girl
said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the
difference?" Asked the puzzled father.

"There's a big difference," replied the little girl.
"If I hold your hand and something happens to me,
chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you
hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what
happens, you will never let my hand go."

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in
its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the
person whom you love rather than expecting them to
hold urs...

The beauty of life does not depend on how happy you
are. But on how happy others can be because of you!!


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