god is my pilot, and not me ! so why worry, why fear !

     
my friends, 

here is one more forward, i could not stop myself.

why i am forwarding !

you can see the reason in the last of this mail.

thanks and regards

ashok gupta

p.s: i have recieved this beautiful mail from a doctor friend in TX, usa.

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The Pilot.

 A priest was on a long flight home after a Church Conference.

The first warning of approaching problems came when the
'Fasten Your Seat Belts' sign flashed on.
After a while a calm voice said,
"We shall not be serving beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence.
Please make sure your seat belt is fastened."

The priest looked around the aircraft and saw that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. 
Later, the voice on the intercom said,
"We are so sorry that we are unable to serve meals at this time…
The turbulence is still ahead of us."

And then the storm broke. 
The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines.
Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was tossed around like a cork in a celestial ocean.
One moment it was lifted on terrific currents of air, the next it fell as if about to crash.

As the priest looked around he could see that nearly 
all the passengers were alarmed - except one little girl!

She sat calmly, feet tucked under her, looking at pictures in a book, oblivious of the turbulence around her.
Sometimes she would close her eyes, and then she would go back to her book.

The storm blew over.
When the plane landed and the passengers were disembarking,
the priest approached the little girl and asked her why she was not afraid like the other passengers.

The little girl replied,
"Cause my Daddy's the pilot and he's taking me home." 

There are many storms that buffet us…
Physical, mental, financial, domestic and other storms that can darken our skies and throw us into turmoil.

Like the little girl, let us always remember:

Our Father is the Pilot. 

He is in control… He will take us Home… Don't worry!
…and Every Day!-- 

the moral of this story is : 

ask to yourself : 

who is the pilot in your life !

you.....................or....................the god ! 

Always Love...
Navin

Jai Ram Ji.

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Soooo. Now you see, sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding stuff to us

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without writing a word. Maybe this will explain it.

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When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward mails.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.

When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how....you forward stuff.

A 'forward' lets you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for.

  

So, next time if you get a 'forward', don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile. 

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