I’m Flying, Daddy!

Hello everyone,

Well the story I ‘m flying, Daddy is forwarded by my friends. Thanks a lot friends for forwarding it. Its is really a nice story with a lovely message Attitude is Everything.  ENJOY!

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was raised in a orphanage. The little boy had always wished he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly. “Why can’t I?” he thought. “Is there something wrong with me?” he wondered.

There was another little boy who was crippled. He had always wished he could walk and run like other little boys and girls. “Why can’t I be like them?” he thought.

One day, the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran away from the orphanage. He came upon a park where he saw the little boy who could not walk or run playing in the sandbox. He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a bird.

“No,” said the little boy who could not walk or run. “But I have wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other boys and girls.“

“That is very sad,” said the little boy who wanted to fly. “Do you think we could be friends?” he said to the little boy in the sandbox.

“Sure,” said the little boy.

The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles and made really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds which made them laugh really hard. Then the little boy’s father came with a wheel chair to pick up his son. The little boy who had always wanted to fly ran over to the boy’s father and whispered something into his ear. “That would be okay,” said the man.

The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend and said, “You are my only friend and I wish there was something I could do to make you walk and run like other little boys and girls. I can’t, but there is something I can do for you.”
The little orphan boy turned around and told his new friend to slide up onto his back. He then began to run across the grass. Faster and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Faster and harder he ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs travel. Soon the wind whistled across the two little boys’ faces.

The little boy’s father began to cry as he watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping his arms up and down in the wind, all the while yelling at the top of his voice,

“I’m flying, Daddy. I’m flying!“

NO MATTER HOW HELPLESS YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS.

Attitude is Everything……

 

Build wisely — An elderly Carpenter

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer- contractor of his plans to leave the house- building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.

The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.

When the carpenter finished his work the employer came to inspect the house. He handed the front-door key to the carpenter.

This is your house, he said, my gift to you.

The carpenter was shocked! What a shame!

If he had only known he was building his own, he would have done it all so differently.

We do the most of the things having such thoughts in our mind. But we only realize when it comes back to us.

So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the house that we have built. If we could do it over, we’d do it much differently. But we cannot go back.

You are the carpenter. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Life is a do-it-yourself project, someone has said. Your attitudes and the choices you make today, build the house you live in tomorrow. Build wisely!

 

True Promise

=============

“How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here right away and make your darling daughter eat her food ?“

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only Daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her Eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.

Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has Just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice.
My mother and my wife are orthodox and believe firmly in the ‘cooling effects’ of Curd Rice. I cleared my throat and picked Up the bowl.

“ Sindu, darling, why don’t you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad’s sake, dear. If you don’t, your Mom will Shout at me .“

I could sense my wife’s scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a Bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. “OK, Dad. I will eat not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. but, you should…” Sindu hesitated. “Dad, if I eat this entire Curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?“

“Oh sure, darling.“

“Promise?“

“Promise.“

I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine and clinched the deal.

“Ask Mom also to give a similar promise,” my daughter insisted.

My wife slapped her hand on Sindu’s muttering “Promise,” without any emotion .

Now I became a bit anxious. “Sindu, you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not Have that kind of money right now. OK ?“

“No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive.“

Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my Child to eat something that she detested.

After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes Wide with expectation. All of our attention was on her.

“Dad, I want to have my head shaved off this Sunday,” Was her demand!

“Atrocious!” shouted my wife, “a girl child having her head Shaved off? Impossible!“

“Never in our family!” my mother rasped. ” She has been watching Too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled With these TV programs!“

“Sindu, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad Seeing you with a clean-shaven head.“

“No, Dad. I do not want anything else,” Sindu said with Finality.

“Please Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?” I tried to plead with her.

“Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice,” Sindu was in tears. “And you promised to grant me Whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra and Its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what ?“

It was time for me to call the shots.

“Our promise must be kept.“

“Are you out your mind?” chorused my mother and wife.

“No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to Honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.“

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes Looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight To watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved.

I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a Car, and shouted, “Sinduja, please wait for me!“

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.

“Maybe that is the `in’ stuff,” I thought.

“Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!“

Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and Continued, “That boy who is walking along with your daughter is My son Harish. He is suffering from leukemia.“

She paused to muffle her sobs. “ Harish could not attend the School for the whole of the last month. He lost all of his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates.“

“ Sinduja visited him last week and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your Daughter.“

I stood transfixed. And then, I wept.

“My little Angel, will you teach me what love is?“