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13 Steps to Improve Your Memory:

1. Organize your life.
. Exercise your brain. (Play Games & Solve Puzzles).
. Exercise daily (Walk For 30 Minutes).
. Reduce stress and take rests.
. Eat well and eat right. .
Sleep well (Also take a nap afternoon).
. Give yourself time to form a memory.
. Memorize information in parts not as a whole.
. Categorize the information, don’t be random.
. Continually repeat to yourself what you have memorized.
. Participate in group discussions.
. Build your memorization techniques.
. Venture out and learn from your mistakes.

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You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. Theres still lots of good in the world.

Knowing that there is a still lot of time as long as you have breath to make the kind of impact on the world that you know deep down in your heart that you should make. Just because you may be looked upon by others as too old too start pursuing your dream we should never let the things that people say about us to judge us, deter us from being in the exact places in life that we want to be.

Don't be bugged over anyone who doesn't believe in you. Instead of worrying about those who aren't real friends to you and their negativity, think about the positive things in life. Be thankful for the people around you who will support you in any productive act you commit, and be thankful for the gift of life and everyday that you have to try to reach your dreams.

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Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.;

Don’t judge life by one difficult season.

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May your days be BEAUTIFUL

like the buds of MAY!
!!!! Happy May Day !!!!

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(The Cookie Thief~l)
.A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long
hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops,
bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop..
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. .
.grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock..
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking,
“If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.
” With each cookie she took,
he took one too, when only one was left,
she wondered what he would do..
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
he took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other,
she snatched it from him and thought…
oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve
and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude! .
She had never known when she had been so galled,
and sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to
the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book,
which was almost complete.
.As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise,
there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his,
and he tried to share. .Too late to apologize,
she realized with grief, that she was the rude one,
the ingrate, the thief.
.MORAL
Those who jump before looking end up on head first
in the shallow end.
When you jump to conclusions you often skip
over the truth & sometimes it is too late to make amends…….

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Weakness or Strength

Sometimes our biggest weakness can become our biggest strength. Take, for example, the story of one 10-year-old boy
who decided to study Judo despite the fact that he
had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

The boy began lessons with an old Japanese Judo master.
The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why,
after three months of training the master had taught him
only one move.

“Sensei,” the boy finally said,
“Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?”

“This is the only move you know, but this is the only move
you’ll ever need to know.” – the sensei replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher,
the boy kept training.

Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself,
the boy easily won his first two matches.
The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time,
his opponent became impatient and charged;
the boy deftly used his one move to win the match.
Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger,
and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt,
the referee called a time-out.
He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened.

“No,” the sensei insisted, “Let him continue.”

Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake:
he dropped his guard.
Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him.
The boy had won the match and the tournament.
He was the champion.

On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed
every move in each and every match.
Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what
was really on his mind.
“Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”

“You won for two reasons,” the sensei answered.
“First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most
difficult throws in all of judo. And second,
the only known defense for that move is
for your opponent to grap your left arm
.”
The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.
Sometimes our biggest weakness can become our biggest strength.

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Lucky He !!

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Short Stories that Will Leave You Smiling,
Crying and Thinking !!!!!!!

Today at the Atlanta airport, as I walked off a plane dressed in my Army uniform, a little girl grabbed my hand and asked me if I would be going back overseas soon. I told her I would be in 6 weeks. She smiled and said, “Can you please tell my daddy that I love him. My mommy told me he’s never coming home from over there .
Today, when I slipped on the wet tile floor a boy in a wheelchair caught me before I slammed my head on the ground. He said, “Believe it or not, that’s almost exactly how I injured my back 3 years ago .
Today, my father told me, “Just go for it and give it a try! You don’t have to be a professional to build a successful product. Amateurs started Google and Apple. Professionals built the Titanic.
Today, exactly twenty years ago to the hour, I risked my life to save a woman who was drowning in the rapids of the Colorado River. And that’s how I met my wife – the love of my life.
Today, I asked my mentor – a very successful business man in his 70’s – what his top 3 tips are for success. He smiled and said, “Read something no one else is reading, think something no one else is thinking, and do something no one else is doing.
Today, I interviewed my grandmother for part of a research paper I’m working on for my Psychology class. When I asked her to define success in her own words, she said, “Success is when you look back at your life and the memories make you smile.

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The last wishes of Alexander the Great:

On his death bed, Alexander summoned his generals
and told them his 3 ultimate wishes:
. The best doctors should carry his coffin;
. The wealth he has accumulated (money, gold, precious stones)
should be scattered along the procession
to the cemetery and,
. His hands should be let loose, hanging outside the coffin
for all to see.
One of his generals who was surprised by these
unusual requests asked Alexander to explain.
Here is what Alexander the Great had to say:
. I want the best doctors to carry my coffin to demonstrate that,
in the face of death, even the best doctors in the world
have no power to heal.
. I want the road to be covered with my treasure so that everybody sees that material wealth acquired on earth, stays on earth.
. I want my hands to swing in the wind, so that people understand that we come to this world empty handed and we leave this world empty handed after the most precious treasure of all is exhausted, and that is TIME..

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?Et tu, Brute

:

NoteThese words come from Shakespeare's play
Julius Caesar, which includes
the Roman ruler Caesar's murder by a group
of senators in 44 BCE. The senators were led by Marcus Brutus (Brute), who had been a close friend of Caesar.
The Latin "Et tu, Brute?" may be translated literally as
"And you, Brutus?", or more loosely as
"You too, Brutus?" or "Even you, Brutus?" In the play,
Caesar utters these words and resigns
himself to death when he sees that even his
closest friend is among the conspirators.
To this extent, the term has come to symbolize
the epitome of betrayal, and perhaps resignation or acceptance.
Note that the word "Brute" is pronounced
- and sometimes written - as "Brut�" [broo-tay].

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A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow.

He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by, the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.
“Come and play with me”, the tree asked the boy.

“I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more” the boy replied.

“I want toys. I need money to buy them.”

“Sorry, but I do not have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.”

The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples.
The tree was sad.

One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned

and the tree was excited.

“Come and play with me” the tree said.

“I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?”

“Sorry, but I do not have any house.
But you can chop off my branches to build your house.
” So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily.

The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never
came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree
was delighted.

“Come and play with me!” the tree said.

“I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself.
Can you give me a boat?” said the man.

“Use my trunk to build your boat.
You can sail far away and be happy.”

So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat.

He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the man returned after many years.

“Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore.
No more apples for you”, the tree said.
“No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite” the

man replied.

“No more trunk for you to climb on.” “I am too old for that now” the man said. “I really cannot give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with tears.

“I do not need much now, just a place to rest.
I am tired after all these years,” the man replied.

“Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest,

come sit down with me and rest.” The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.

This is a story of everyone. The tree is like our parents.
When we were young, we loved to play with

our Mum and Dad. When we grow up, we leave them;
only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be
there and give everything they could just to make
you happy.

You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents. We take them for granted; we don’t appreciate all they do for us, until it’s too late.

~ Moral ~ Treat your parents with loving care…

. For you will know their value, when you see their empty chair…We never know the love of our parents for us; till we have become parents .

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“Anyone can be a Father, but it takes someone special to be

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The miracle of Pure Selfless Helping Heart

Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew.
All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money.
They were moving to an apartment complex next month
because Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor
bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money.
She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, “Only a miracle can save him now.”

Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar
from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect.
No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap,
she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks
to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief
sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her
some attention but he was too busy at this moment.
Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.
Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting
sound she could muster. No good.

Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it
on the glass counter. That did it!

“And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I’m talking to my brother from
Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages,
” he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

“Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,
” Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone.
“He’s really, really sick… and I want to buy a miracle.”

“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.

“His name is Andrew and he has something bad
growing inside his head and my Daddy says only
a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?”

“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl.
I’m sorry but I can’t help you,” the pharmacist said, softening a little. “Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough,
I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.”

The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man.
He stooped down and asked the little girl,
“?What kind of a miracle does you brother need”

“I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up.
“I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says
he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it,
so I want to use my money.”

“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago.
“One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audibly.
“And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.

“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man.
“A dollar and eleven cents – the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.” He took her money in one hand and with the other hand
he grasped her mitten and said,
“Take me to where you live.
I want to see your brother and meet your parents.
Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need.”

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specialising in neuro-surgery.
The operation was completed without charge
and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about
the chain of events that had led them to this place.

“That surgery,” her Mom whispered. “was a real miracle.
?I wonder how much it would have cost”

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost…
one dollar and eleven cents … plus the faith of a little child.

Claimed to be a true story ~ Author Unknown

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There will be miracles when we believe
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[جارك]

thanks very much brother

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thanks very much brother

you are most welcome bro
^_^

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Count your garden,by the number of flowers not by fallen leaves;
Count your day,with golden hours never by black clouds;
Count your night,by the stars never by shadows;
Count your life,by Smiles not by tears!