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Did YOU Know?

Did you know that it is difficult to get what you can’t give and that Giving comes first?

I have never ever met a truly wealth person that hasn't been a giver first!

When they give from the start [and that means where you are now] there appears a lot more room for the "REAL RICHES" to enter into your life!

It’s called flow.... A river must have flow or it becomes stagnant.

We as humans also achieve our Perfect flow when we Give..

LOVE - when we give it we are open to receive it
Money - when we give it we are ready to receive more
Time - when we give of our time we are investing our most precious resource as it's the only thing we cant get more of! So invest it wisely...

In you exercise program
in your relationships
in your children
in your self
in doing what you are passionate about
in dreaming yourself into a better life
in the services of others..
in continuous learning
in teaching others

What was it that you really wanted to do?

So if you are waiting for riches to come to you ... take riches to someone else first!

If you are waiting to be loved ... Love some one first!

If you are waiting for some one to help you ... Help someone else first!

Cheers....

"What Things Have You Witnessed That Appeared Bad And Then Perhaps Turned Out To Be NOT So Bad After All?'

Two Traveling Angels
By: Author Unknown

Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the
home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused
to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room.
Instead, the angels were given a small space in the cold
basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the
older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When
the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied,
"Things aren't always what they seem."

The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a
very poor but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After
sharing what little food they had, the couple let the
angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good
night's rest.

When the sun came up the next morning, the angels found
the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose
milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field. The
younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel,
"How could you have let this happen? The first man had
everything, yet you helped him," she accused. "The second
family had little but were willing to share everything, and
you let the cow die."

"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel
replied. "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I
noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall.
Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to
share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't
find it."

"Then, last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the
angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow
instead. Things aren't always what they seem."

Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't
turn out the way they should. You just need to trust that
every outcome is always to your advantage. You just might
not know it until some time later...

"If You Could Only Select One - Wealth, Success Love - Which Would You Select"

Wealth, Success and Love
By: Author Unknown

A woman came out of her house and saw three old men with
long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not
recognize them.

Then she said, "I don't think I know you, but you must be
hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."

"Is the man of the house home?" they asked.

"No," she said. "He's out."

"Then we cannot come in," they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him
what had happened. So he said, "Go tell them I'm home, and
invite them in!"

The woman went out and invited the men in. "We do not go
into a house together," they replied.

"Why is that?" she wanted to know.

One of the old men explained. "His name is Wealth," he
said pointing to one of his friends, and pointing to
another one he said, "This man is Success, and I am Love."
Then he added, "Now, go and discuss with your husband which
one of us you want in your home."

The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her
husband was over-joyed. "How nice!" he said. "Since that's
the case, let us invite in Wealth. Let him come in and fill
our home with wealth!"

His wife disagreed. "Why don't we invite Success?"

But their daughter was listening from the corner of the
room. She jumped in with her own suggestion. "Wouldn't it
be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with
love!"

The wife agreed. "Then let us heed our daughter's advice,"
said the husband to his wife. "Go out and invite Love in to
be our guest."

The woman went out and asked the three old men, "Which one
of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest." Love got
up and started walking toward the house. Then the other two
also got up and followed him.

Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success, "I only
invited in Love, as you directed. Why are you all coming in?"

The old men replied together, "If you had invited only
Wealth or Success, the other two of us would have stayed.
However, since you invited Love... wherever he goes, we go
with him... To Find out how you can select the right spells in to your life go to:

Attitude Determines Attitude

Attitude Determines Attitude
By: Author Unknown

I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before
the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to
fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what
kind of day I am going to have.

Today I can complain because the weather is rainy, or I
can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.

Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money, or I
can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my
purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.

Today I can grumble about my health, or I can rejoice that
I am alive.

Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me
when I was growing up, or I can feel grateful that they
allowed me to be born.

Today I can cry because roses have thorns, or I can
celebrate that thorns have roses.

Today I can mourn my lack of friends, or I can excitedly
embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.

Today I can whine because I have to go to work, or I can
shout for joy because I have a job to do.

Today I can complain because I have to go to school, or
eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of
knowledge.

Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do
housework, or I can feel honored because the Lord has
provided shelter for my mind, body and soul.

Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And
here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.

What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what
kind of day I will have!

What Will your Day Look Like? What If You Had New Choices Everyday In Everyday because of The New innovations That are being created every day!

Are You Open Minded? Or Closed Minded?
Are You A Wealth Magnet? Or Do You Attract Garbage?
Are You seeking to change things in your life?

Perhaps this might do it for you ..

"Today More Than Ever We Need To Take this Lesson On Board And Become it!"

Red Marbles
by: Author Unknown

During the waning years of the depression in a small Idaho
community, I used to stop by Mr. Miller's roadside stand
for farm fresh produce as the season made it available.
Food and money were still extremely scarce and bartering
was used extensively.

One day Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me.
I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged
but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked
green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display
of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and
new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help
overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the
ragged boy next to me.

"Hello Barry, how are you today?"

"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them
peas... sure look good."

"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"

"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."

"Good. Anything I can help you with?"

"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."

"Would you like to take some home?"

"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."

"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"

"All I got's my prize marble here."

"Is that right? Let me see it."

"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."

"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue
and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this
at home?"

"Not zackley ... but almost."

"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and
next trip this way let me look at that red marble."

"Sure will. Thanks, Mr. Miller."

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to
help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys
like him in our community, all three are in very poor
circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for
peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back
with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he
doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a
bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps."

I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this
man. A short time later I moved to Colorado but I never
forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous
one. Just recently I had the occasion to visit some old
friends in that Idaho community and while I was there I
learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his
viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I
agreed to accompany them.

Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the
relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of
comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men.
One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice
haircuts, dark suits and white shirts... all very
professional looking.

They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling
by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her,
kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved
on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them
as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed
his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket.
Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was
and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles.
With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to
the casket.

"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told
you about. They just told me how they appreciated the
things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not
change his mind about color or size ... they came to pay
their debt."

"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this
world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider
himself the richest man in Idaho."

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of
her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three
exquisitely shined red marbles.

"Do You Get Upset and Annoyed When You Hear People Say -Don't Worry About That It's Just A Little Thing, It Is Minor, Has No Consequence_WELL"

A Tiny Drop of Water
By: Bob Perks

A tiny drop of water washed away the land and buildings
fell, floating away with other people's dreams.

Roadways planned and formed by huge machines and men who
sweat and hammer the world into shape were pushed away with
little effort.

People ran and cars clogged highways in an effort to stay
ahead of the possible destruction that tiny drop of water
could cause.

"Wait!" you say. "It was much more than a tiny drop of
water. The streams overflowed and the rivers broke through
their banks, causing a wall of water to destroy those
things."

Yes, but it was made up of tiny drops of water. Raindrops,
which together wore a path right through my yard with
little effort, made up of one drop, then two, then
thousands, millions... all together they changed the world,
our world.

Can't you see the significance in that?

I want to change the world. I am tired, worn out from
weeping at the sight of still another death not just on the
field of battle laid out by warriors, but in the streets of
every city, in the fields of the impoverished, desolate
reaches of the world. They are dying in my country and
yours by bullet, by starvation, disease, arrogance,
stupidity and pride.

A tiny drop of water gave me hope.

I am but one drop in the sea of humanity, but like the
rain I can join together with others and wash away the
hatred and pain I anguish over. One drop, then two, then
thousands, millions... all together we can change the
world. Our world.I want to change my life. I am tired of
being in debt. I am worn out from trying to keep pace with
the world. I have tried my very best to get ahead and find
myself falling behind each step of the way.

A tiny drop of water gave me hope.

It fell upon the hillside just behind my house. One single
drop of water joined with others forming a stream.

Like trying one more time. Like doing one more thing. Like
pushing one more inch to reach the goal, the dream I long
to touch and make reality. All my little efforts make big
changes.

The little stream that ran down my driveway, never having
been there before, began as one single drop, until one drop
after another, trying again and again, washed the soil away
and moved the tiny pebble and eventually the rock.

I cannot push away the fear nor change my life overnight,
but if I dedicate myself to one single effort each and
every day, I will see the power of changing little things
to make a big difference.

A tiny drop of water gave me hope.

I am just one drop in the sea of humanity. But I have the
power to change my life and the sacred obligation to move
the world in the right direction.

How?

One drop, then two, then thousands, millions... all
together we change the world, our world.

A tiny drop of water gave me hope.

Today there so many great Charities that
will assist you to help Feed a Hungry Child
Or House a Homeless Family-OKAY here I am
talking about the ones that Actaully Give
100% to the Charity and NOT those that
spend fortunes on advertising on TV or
collect at your door and the Originator
takes upto 98% of the proceeds. There are
even heart String Pulling Causes that
collect in the street and pay the collectors
50% Commission {IMAGINE THAT!}

There are many great places to arranges for
this to occur and shall name a few here for you:

ReGainLife Foundation
They Support the Housing, Feeding and Natural
Medications to Orphans and Street Kidz In the
Philippines. They recieve funding from the sale
of products and services by the
Millionaire Makers International Limited group
of companies and their Licensees.

Buy1 Give1
They arrrange for you or your company to pay
a percentage to one of their vetted charites
and it can be as little as US$0.01 They have
charities in over 22 countries and they are
funded by Philantropists that pay for the
office expenses.

If you would like more information on these
please send me an email to:
Axel@MillionaireMakersInternational.com

"What Do You Expect From Today?-Love? Happiness or What?"

Act As If
By: Author Unknown

There's magic in behaving the way we want to be, even
though we don't yet feel it. The behavior seems to lead the
way. The attitude, the mental state, follows.

Many days we may not get up with love in our hearts for
our family, our friends, our co-workers. We may, in fact,
want them to show their love for us first. But if we reach
out, give love unconditionally and focus on another's
needs, love will return tenfold and the act of loving them
will lift our own spirits.

We will know love; we will feel love for ourselves and for
many other people close to us. The attitude we cultivate,
whether one of love or selfishness, inferiority or
superiority, will determine how the events of our lives
affect us.

The principle is so simple. If we meet life with love,
with a smile, we'll find love and something to smile about.
My attitude will make this day what it becomes. Meeting it
head-on, with love, will assure me of a lovely day.

"How Do You Write Down Your Best And Worst Memories?"

Sand and Stone
By: Unknown Author

A story tells that two friends were walking through the
desert. During some point of the journey they had an
argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying
anything wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED
ME IN THE FACE."

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they
decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got
stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend
saved him. After the friend recovered from the near
drowning, he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED
MY LIFE."

The friend who had slapped and then saved his best friend
asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand. Now,
you write on a stone. Why?"

The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we
should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can
erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us
we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase
it."

Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your
blessings in stone.

"What's Your Most Valuable Asset?"

By: Author Unknown

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man
on a bench near a playground. "That's my son over there,"
she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was
gliding down the slide.

"He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my
daughter on the bike in the white dress."

Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter.
"What do you say we go, Melissa?"

Melissa pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please?
Just five more minutes."

The man nodded, and Melissa continued to ride her bike to
her heart's content. Minutes passed and the father stood
and called again to his daughter, "Time to go now."

Again Melissa pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five
more minutes."

The man smiled and said, "Okay."

"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman
responded.

The man smiled and then said, "Her older brother Tommy was
killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his
bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy, and now
I'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've
vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa. She thinks
she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I
get five more minutes to watch her play."

Life is all about making priorities. What are your
priorities?

Give someone you love five more minutes of your time today!

"Do You Know What's Missing From Your Life?"

You Don't Have To Be Perfect
By: Harold Kushner

The Missing Piece (by Shel Silverstein) tells the story of
a circle that was missing a piece. A large triangular wedge
had been cut out of it. The circle wanted to be whole with
nothing missing, so it went around looking for its missing
piece. But because it was incomplete and therefore could
roll only very slowly, it admired the flowers along the
way. It chatted with worms. It enjoyed the sunshine. It
found lots of different pieces, but none of them fit. So it
left them all by the side of the road and kept on searching.

Then one day the circle found a piece that fit perfectly.
It was so happy. Now it could be whole, with nothing
missing. It incorporated the missing piece into itself and
began to roll. Now that it was a perfect circle, it could
roll very fast, too fast to notice the flowers or talk to
the worms. When it realized how different the world seemed
when it rolled so quickly, it stopped, left its found piece
by the side of the road and rolled slowly away.

The lesson of the story is that in some strange sense we
are more whole when we are missing something. The man who
has everything is in some ways a poor man. He will never
know what it feels like to yearn, to hope, to nourish his
soul with the dream of something better. He will never know
the experience of having someone who loves him give him
something he has always wanted and never had. There is a
wholeness about the person who has come to terms with his
limitations, who has been brave enough to let go of his
unrealistic dreams and not feel like a failure for doing
so. There is a wholeness about the man or woman who has
learned that he or she is strong enough to go through a
tragedy and survive, who can lose someone and still feel
like a complete person.

When we accept that imperfection is part of being human,
and when we can continue rolling through life and
appreciating it, we will have achieved a wholeness that
others can only aspire to. That, I believe, is what God
asks of us - not "Be perfect" and not "Don't ever make a
mistake," but "Be whole." And at the end, if we are brave
enough to love, strong enough to forgive, generous enough
to rejoice in another's happiness, and wise enough to know
there is enough love to go around for us all, then we can
achieve a fulfillment that no other living creature will
ever know.

"Ths Is What We All Really, Really Want -So Why?"

Title: Arm In Arm
By: Author Unknown

A few years ago at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine
contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled
at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun,
they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a
relish to run the race to the finish and win.

All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the
asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry.
The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and
looked back. Then they all turned around and went back.
Every one of them.

One girl with Down's Syndrome bent down and kissed him and
said, "This will make it better." Then all nine linked arms
and walked together to the finish line. Everyone in the
stadium stood and the cheering went on for several minutes.
People who were there are still telling the story. Why?

Because deep down we know this one thing: What matters in
this life is more than winning for ourselves. What matters
in this life is helping others win, even if it means
slowing down and changing our course.

"What's True Wealth-I Know But Do You?"

The Wise Woman's Stone
By: Author Unknown

A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a
precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another
traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag
to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious
stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so
without hesitation.

The traveler left rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew
the stone was worth enough to give him security for a
lifetime.

A few days later, he came back to return the stone to the
wise woman. "I've been thinking," he said. "I know how
valuable this stone is, but I give it back in the hope that
you can give me something even more precious. Give me what
you have within you that enabled you to give me this
stone."

Sometimes it's not the wealth you have, but what's inside
of you that others need.

"How Does Love Effect You, When Does Love Start, Die or Mean or Feel Right For You?"

Flowers on the Bus
By: Author Unknown

We were a very motley crowd of people who took the bus every
day that summer 33 years ago. During the early morning ride
from the suburb, we sat drowsily with our collars up to our
ears, a cheerless and taciturn bunch. One of the passengers
was a small grey man who took the bus to the center for
senior citizens every morning. He walked with a stoop and a
sad look on his face when he, with some difficulty, boarded
the bus and sat down alone behind the driver. No one ever
paid very much attention to him. Then one July morning he
said good morning to the driver and smiled short-sightedly
down through the bus before he sat down. The driver nodded
guardedly. The rest of us were silent.

The next day, the old man boarded the bus energetically,
smiled and said in a loud voice: "And a very good morning to
you all!" Some of us looked up, amazed, and murmured "Good
morning," in reply. The following weeks we were more alert.
Our friend was now dressed in a nice old suit and a wide
out-of-date tie. The thin hair had been carefully combed. He
said good morning to us every day and we gradually began to
nod and talk to each other. One morning he had a bunch of
wild flowers in his hand. They were already dangling a
little because of the heat. The driver turned around
smiling and asked: "Have you got yourself a girlfriend,
Charlie?" We never got to know if his name really was
"Charlie", but he nodded shyly and said yes. The other
passengers whistled and clapped at him. Charlie bowed and
waved the flowers before he sat down on his seat.

Every morning after that Charlie always brought a flower.
Some of the regular passengers began bringing him flowers
for his bouquet, gently nudged him and said shyly: "Here."
Everyone smiled. The men started to jest about it, talk to
each other, and share the newspaper. The summer went by, and
autumn was closing in, when one morning Charlie wasn't
waiting at his usual stop. When he wasn't there the next day
and the day after that, we started wondering if he was sick
or -- hopefully -- on holiday somewhere.

When we came nearer to the centre for senior citizens, one
of the passengers asked the driver to wait. We all held our
breath when she went to the door. Yes, the staff said, they
knew who we were talking about. The elderly gentleman was
fine, but he hadn't been coming to the centre that week. One
of his very close friends had died at the weekend. They
expected him back on Monday. How silent we were the rest of
the way to work.

The next Monday Charlie was waiting at the stop, stooping a
bit more, a little bit more grey, and without a tie. Inside
the bus was a silence akin to that in a church. Even though
no one had talked about it, all those of us, who he had made
such an impression on that summer, sat with our eyes filled
with tears and a bunch of wild flowers in our hands.