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USED Vs. LOVED

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While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked up stone
and scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man
took the child’s hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was using
a wrench.

At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple
fractures. When the child saw his father…..with painful eyes he asked,
‘Dad when
will my fingers grow back?’ The man was so hurt and speechless;
he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times.

Devastated by his own actions…….sitting in front of that car he
looked at the scratches; the child had written ‘LOVE YOU DAD’.

The next day that man committed suicide. . .
Anger and Love have no limits; choose the latter to have a beautiful,
lovely life…..

Things are to be used and people are to be loved,
But the problem in today’s world is that, People are used and things are
loved…

During this year, let’s be careful to keep this
thought in mind: Things are to be used, but People are to be
loved … Be yourself….This is the only day we HAVE.

Have a nice day and Best regards

Happy New Year -- 2010'

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