Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict.
It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch.Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.
One morning there was a knock on John’s door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter’s toolbox. “I’m looking for a few days work” he said.”Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there I could help with? Could I help you?
“Yes,” said the older brother. “I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That’s my neighbor, in fact, it’s my younger brother.Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us.
The carpenter said, “I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post hole digger and I’ll be able to do a job that pleases you.”
The older brother had to go to town, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing, and hammering.
It was a bridge — a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work handrails and all — and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand outstretched.”You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I’ve said and done.”
The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other’s hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder.
“No, wait! Stay a few days. I’ve a lot of other projects for you,” said the older brother.
“I’d love to stay on,” the carpenter said, “but, I have many more love bridges to build.”
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I wil yad u very zyada
U 2 yad me bht much
U r very zyada gud dost of me
I thnk i m b boht acha frend of u ka
So plz dnt bholna me ko
Me also kadi v nai 4get u.
Friendship is chemical,
its dilutes your sorrow,
filters your mistakes and
you will find crystals of Love,
joy and happiness
Sometimes in life we have run so fast,
that we dont notice anyone running with us.
we notice them only when we fall.
& they stop to pick us up.
They are called FRIEND
A friend is one who believes in you
when you have ceased
to believe in yourself.
A friend is someone
who knows the song in your heart,
and can sing it back to you
when you have forgotten the words.
Don’t walk in front of me,
I may not follow.
Don’t walk behind me,
I may not lead.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.
Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot.
The Indian man said to the American,”You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven’t even met once.
We call this arranged marriage.I don’t want to marry a woman whom I don’t love…I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems.”
The American said, “Talking about love marriages… I’ll tell you my story.
I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years.
“After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father’s father-in-law.
My daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother.
More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father’s brother and so he is my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father’s son i.e. my brother is my grandson.
Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson.
And you say you have family problems.. ? !
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