<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:14:38.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Pavan</title><subtitle type='html'>My Favourite Stories and Quotes from the forwarded Emails</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-84939898490800560</id><published>2007-10-31T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:54:58.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Washed</title><content type='html'>Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said. "What?" Mom asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's run through the rain!" She repeated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young child waited about another minute and repeated, "Mom, let's run through the rain." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If &lt;br /&gt;God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If God let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories... So, don't forget to make time and take opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.&lt;br /&gt;To your reading pleasure!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-84939898490800560?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/84939898490800560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=84939898490800560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/84939898490800560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/84939898490800560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/10/rain-washed.html' title='Rain Washed'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-4658609533562785318</id><published>2007-10-22T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T05:23:18.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Making</title><content type='html'>A nice reading. I think, we must give it a thought....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use while the other disused. Only one child played on the disused track, the  rest on the operational track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train is coming, and you are just beside the track interchange. You can make the train change its course to the disused track and save most of the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the disused track would be sacrificed. Or would you rather let the train go its way?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could make................ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and sacrifice only one child. You might think the same way, I guess ,  because to save most of the children at the expense of only one child was rational decision most people would make, morally and emotionally. But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on the disused track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends who chose to play where the danger was. This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday. In the office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority, no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted and knowledgeable the minority are. The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great critic Leo Velski Julian who told the story said he would not try to change the course of the train because he believed that the kids playing on the operational track should have known very well that track was still in use, and that they should have run away if they heard the train's sirens. If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die because he never thought the train could come over to that track! Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was not safe. If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all passengers on board at stake! And in your attempt to save a few kids by sacrificing one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of people to save these few kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to be   made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always be the right one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's right isn't always popular... and what's popular isn't always right."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-4658609533562785318?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/4658609533562785318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=4658609533562785318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/4658609533562785318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/4658609533562785318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/10/decision-making.html' title='Decision Making'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-4286160878774811416</id><published>2007-09-22T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:45:18.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Piece of Cake</title><content type='html'>Have A Piece of Cake&lt;br /&gt;Author Unkown)&lt;br /&gt;Often we wonder, “What did I do to deserve this?” or “Why did God have to do this to me?” Here is a wonderful explanation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she’s failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, “Absolutely Mom, I love your cake.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, have some cooking oil,” her Mother offers. “Yuck” says her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about a couple raw eggs?” “Gross, Mom!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?” “Mom, those are all yucky!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the mother replies: “Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake! God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-4286160878774811416?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/4286160878774811416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=4286160878774811416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/4286160878774811416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/4286160878774811416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-piece-of-cake.html' title='Have A Piece of Cake'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-6520494832597703230</id><published>2007-08-22T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:59:25.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handling Stress</title><content type='html'>A professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see &amp; asked the students, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' How much do you think this glass weighs?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'50gms!' .... '100gms!' ......'125gms' ......the students answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I really don't know unless I weigh it,' said the professor, 'but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing' the students said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ok what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?' the professor asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your arm would begin to ache' said one of the students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress &amp; paralysis &amp; have to go to hospital for sure!' ventured another student &amp; all the students laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?' asked the professor. 'No' 'Then what caused the arm ache &amp; the muscle stress?' The students were puzzled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Put the glass down!' said one of the students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Exactly!' said the professor.' Life's problems are something like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it for a few minutes in your head &amp; they seem OK. Think of them for a long time &amp; they begin to ache. Hold it even longer &amp; they begin to paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to think of the challenges (problems) in your life, but EVEN MORE IMPORTANT to 'put them down' at the end of every day before you go to sleep. That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh &amp; strong &amp; can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-6520494832597703230?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/6520494832597703230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=6520494832597703230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/6520494832597703230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/6520494832597703230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/08/handling-stress.html' title='Handling Stress'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-3440841002702952320</id><published>2007-07-22T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:01:59.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Differing Perspectives</title><content type='html'>One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was great, Dad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah," said the son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. &lt;br /&gt;We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's father was speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-3440841002702952320?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/3440841002702952320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=3440841002702952320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/3440841002702952320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/3440841002702952320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/07/differing-perspectives.html' title='Differing Perspectives'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-956621673189341115</id><published>2007-06-22T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:04:06.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be happy when...</title><content type='html'>We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that, we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, when we are able to go on a nice vacation or when we retire. The truth is there's no better time to be happy than right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with ... and remember that time waits for no one. &lt;br /&gt;So, stop waiting ...... &lt;br /&gt;Until your car or home is paid off. &lt;br /&gt;Until you get a new car or home. &lt;br /&gt;Until your kids leave the house. &lt;br /&gt;Until you go back to school. &lt;br /&gt;Until you finish school. &lt;br /&gt;Until you lose 10 lbs. &lt;br /&gt;Until you gain 10 lbs. &lt;br /&gt;Until you get married. &lt;br /&gt;Until you get a divorce. &lt;br /&gt;Until you have kids. &lt;br /&gt;Until you retire. &lt;br /&gt;Until summer.. &lt;br /&gt;Until spring. &lt;br /&gt;Until winter. &lt;br /&gt;Until fall. &lt;br /&gt;Until you die. &lt;br /&gt;There is no better time than right now to be happy. Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So work like you don't need money, love like you've never been hurt, and, dance like no one's watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-956621673189341115?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/956621673189341115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=956621673189341115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/956621673189341115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/956621673189341115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-be-happy-when.html' title='I&apos;ll be happy when...'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-5416636582562886154</id><published>2007-03-22T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:21:57.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cup of Coffee</title><content type='html'>A Cup of Coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old University of Notre Dame lecturer. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the lecturer went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said: "If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive c ups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other's cups."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, if Life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-5416636582562886154?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/5416636582562886154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=5416636582562886154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/5416636582562886154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/5416636582562886154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/03/cup-of-coffee.html' title='A Cup of Coffee'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-592544016509905157</id><published>2007-02-22T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:15:39.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Better Slow Down</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain lapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast&lt;br /&gt;Time is short&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day on the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask "How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done,&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast&lt;br /&gt;Time is short&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste, not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;To call and say "Hi"?&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast&lt;br /&gt;Time is short&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift....&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away...&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-592544016509905157?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/592544016509905157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=592544016509905157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/592544016509905157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/592544016509905157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-better-slow-down.html' title='You Better Slow Down'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-2634393393323846051</id><published>2007-01-22T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:11:37.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Not My Job</title><content type='html'>This's a story about four people: Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realised that Everybody wouldn't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-2634393393323846051?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/2634393393323846051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=2634393393323846051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/2634393393323846051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/2634393393323846051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/01/thats-not-my-job.html' title='That&apos;s Not My Job'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-703643092655694105</id><published>2007-01-01T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:08:17.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Difference</title><content type='html'>Make a Difference&lt;br /&gt;  by: Brian Cavanaugh, T.O.R., The Sower's Seeds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the old man walked the beach at dawn he noticed a youth ahead of him picking up starfish and flinging them into the sea. Finally, catching up with the youth, he asked him why he was doing this. The answer was that the stranded starfish would die if left in the morning sun. "But the beach goes on for miles and there are millions of starfish, "countered the old man. "How can your effort make any difference?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man looked at the starfish in his hand and then threw it to the safety of the waves. "It make a difference to this one," he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-703643092655694105?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/703643092655694105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=703643092655694105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/703643092655694105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/703643092655694105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/01/make-difference.html' title='Make a Difference'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-3022229695654140481</id><published>2006-12-22T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:04:48.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Are Is As Important As What You Do</title><content type='html'>What You Are Is As Important As What You Do&lt;br /&gt;  by: Patricia Fripp, A Cup of Chicken Soup for the Soul &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny Saturday afternoon in Oklahoma City. My friend and proud father Bobby Lewis was taking his two little boys to play miniature golf. He walked up to the fellow at the ticket counter and said, "How much is it to get in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man replied, "$3.00 for you and $3.00 for any kid who is older than six. We let them in free if they are six or younger. How old are they?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby replied, "The lawyer's three and the doctor is seven, so I guess I owe you $6.00." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man at the ticket counter said, "Hey, Mister, did you just win the lottery or something? You could have saved yourself three bucks. You could have told me that the older one was six; I wouldn't have known the difference." Bobby replied, "Yes, that may be true, but the kids would have known the difference." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "Who you are speaks so loudly I can't hear what you're saying." In challenging times when ethics are more important than ever before, make sure you set a good example for everyone you work and live with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-3022229695654140481?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/3022229695654140481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=3022229695654140481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/3022229695654140481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/3022229695654140481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-you-are-is-as-important-as-what.html' title='What You Are Is As Important As What You Do'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-5039518586055655025</id><published>2006-11-22T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:51:23.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of One</title><content type='html'>Author Unknown, Source Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One song can spark a moment&lt;br /&gt;One flower can wake the dream&lt;br /&gt;One tree can start a forest&lt;br /&gt;One bird can herald spring&lt;br /&gt;One smile begins a friendship&lt;br /&gt;One handclasp lifts a soul&lt;br /&gt;One star can guide a ship at sea&lt;br /&gt;One word can frame the goal&lt;br /&gt;One vote can change a nation&lt;br /&gt;One sunbeam lights a room&lt;br /&gt;One candle wipes out darkness&lt;br /&gt;One laugh will conquer gloom&lt;br /&gt;One step must start each journey&lt;br /&gt;One word must start a prayer&lt;br /&gt;One hope will raise our spirits&lt;br /&gt;One touch can show you care&lt;br /&gt;One voice can speak with wisdom&lt;br /&gt;One heart can know what is true&lt;br /&gt;One Life can make a difference&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-5039518586055655025?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/5039518586055655025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=5039518586055655025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/5039518586055655025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/5039518586055655025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2006/11/power-of-one.html' title='Power of One'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-4349796268386228197</id><published>2006-10-22T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:41:17.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I asked God for.....</title><content type='html'>When I Asked God for Strength He Gave Me Difficult Situations to Face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Asked God for Brain &amp; Brown He Gave Me Puzzles in Life to Solve &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Asked God for Happiness He Showed Me Some Unhappy People &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Asked God for Wealth He Showed Me How to Work Hard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Asked God for Favors He Showed Me Opportunities to Work Hard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Asked God for Peace He Showed Me How to Help Others &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted He Gave Me Everything I Needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-4349796268386228197?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/4349796268386228197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=4349796268386228197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/4349796268386228197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/4349796268386228197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-i-asked-god-for.html' title='When I asked God for.....'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-8808453483423634712</id><published>2006-09-22T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:32:30.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Zone</title><content type='html'>Comfort Zone&lt;br /&gt;  by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to have a Comfort Zone&lt;br /&gt;Where I knew I couldn't fail&lt;br /&gt;The same four walls of busy work&lt;br /&gt;Were really more like jail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I longed so much to do the things&lt;br /&gt;I'd never done before,&lt;br /&gt;But I stayed inside my Comfort Zone&lt;br /&gt;And paced the same old floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it didn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;That I wasn't doing much&lt;br /&gt;I said I didn't care for things&lt;br /&gt;Like diamonds, furs and such &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I claimed to be so busy&lt;br /&gt;With the things inside my zone,&lt;br /&gt;But ddep inside I longed for&lt;br /&gt;Something special of my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let my life go by,&lt;br /&gt;Just watching others win.&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath and stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;And let the change begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a step and with new strength&lt;br /&gt;I'd never felt before,&lt;br /&gt;I kissed my Comfort Zone "goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;And closed and locked the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in a Comfort Zone,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to venture out,&lt;br /&gt;Remember that all winners were&lt;br /&gt;At one time filled with doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A step or two and words of praise,&lt;br /&gt;Can make your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Greet your future with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Success is there for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-8808453483423634712?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/8808453483423634712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=8808453483423634712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/8808453483423634712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/8808453483423634712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2006/09/comfort-zone.html' title='Comfort Zone'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-7961412796483178966</id><published>2006-08-22T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:13:08.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn from Mistakes</title><content type='html'>Thomas Edison tried two thousand different materials in search of a filament for the light bulb. When none worked satisfactorily, his assistant complained, "All our work is in vain. We have learned nothing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edison replied very confidently, "Oh, we have come a long way and we have learned a lot. We now that there are two thousand elements which we cannot use to make a good light bulb."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-7961412796483178966?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/7961412796483178966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=7961412796483178966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/7961412796483178966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/7961412796483178966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2006/08/learn-from-mistakes.html' title='Learn from Mistakes'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-2161682557858406245</id><published>2006-07-22T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:11:27.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Choices</title><content type='html'>Michael is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a &lt;br /&gt;good mood and always has something positive to say. When &lt;br /&gt;someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I &lt;br /&gt;were any better, I would be twins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a natural motivator. If an employee was havinga bad &lt;br /&gt;day, Michael was there telling the employee how to look on the &lt;br /&gt;positive side of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to &lt;br /&gt;Michael and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive &lt;br /&gt;person all of the time. How do you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, &lt;br /&gt;'Mike, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a &lt;br /&gt;good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.' I choose to &lt;br /&gt;be in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim &lt;br /&gt;or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to &lt;br /&gt;accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of &lt;br /&gt;life. I choose the positive side of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, right, it isn't that easy," I protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it is," Michael said. Life is all about choices. When you &lt;br /&gt;cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose &lt;br /&gt;how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect &lt;br /&gt;your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. "The &lt;br /&gt;bottom line is: It's your choice how you live life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected on what Michael said. Soon thereafter, I left the tower &lt;br /&gt;industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often &lt;br /&gt;thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of &lt;br /&gt;reacting to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, I heard that Michael was involved in a &lt;br /&gt;serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications &lt;br /&gt;tower. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, &lt;br /&gt;Michael was released from the hospital with rods placed in his &lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Michael about six months after the accident. When I asked &lt;br /&gt;him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. &lt;br /&gt;Wanna see my scars?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone &lt;br /&gt;through his mind as the accident took place. "The first thing that &lt;br /&gt;went through my mind was the well being of my soon-to-be-&lt;br /&gt;born daughter," Michael&lt;br /&gt;replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had &lt;br /&gt;two choices: I could choose to live or I could choose to die. I &lt;br /&gt;chose to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael continued, "The paramedics were great.They kept &lt;br /&gt;telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me &lt;br /&gt;into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors &lt;br /&gt;and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'He's a dead &lt;br /&gt;man.' I knew I needed to take action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?" I asked. "Well, there was a big burly nurse &lt;br /&gt;shouting questions at me," said Michael. "She asked if I was &lt;br /&gt;allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses &lt;br /&gt;stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep &lt;br /&gt;breath and yelled, 'Gravity.' Over their laughter, I told them, 'I &lt;br /&gt;am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because &lt;br /&gt;of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we &lt;br /&gt;have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-2161682557858406245?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/2161682557858406245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=2161682557858406245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/2161682557858406245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/2161682557858406245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-choices.html' title='Two Choices'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-4327359312663442789</id><published>2006-05-22T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T06:07:39.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask</title><content type='html'>God won’t ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain that salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you reformed your job to the best of your ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn’t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-4327359312663442789?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/4327359312663442789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=4327359312663442789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/4327359312663442789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/4327359312663442789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/10/fifteen-things-god-wont-ask.html' title='Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-3084341901196802485</id><published>2006-04-22T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T05:37:09.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you making the most of your time?</title><content type='html'>I came across this quote today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Althsuler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the sound of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-3084341901196802485?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/3084341901196802485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=3084341901196802485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/3084341901196802485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/3084341901196802485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2006/04/are-you-making-most-of-your-time.html' title='Are you making the most of your time?'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556621215125557552.post-1512442853667160421</id><published>2006-03-22T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T05:27:39.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Author Unkown</title><content type='html'>One hundred years from now&lt;br /&gt;It will not matter&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car I drove,&lt;br /&gt;What kind of house I lived in,&lt;br /&gt;How much I had in my bank&lt;br /&gt;Nor what my clothes looked like.&lt;br /&gt;One hundred years from now&lt;br /&gt;It will not matter&lt;br /&gt;What kind of school I attended,&lt;br /&gt;What kind of typewriter I used,&lt;br /&gt;How large or small my church,&lt;br /&gt;But the world may be …&lt;br /&gt;a little better because…&lt;br /&gt;I was important in the life of a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556621215125557552-1512442853667160421?l=babypavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/feeds/1512442853667160421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556621215125557552&amp;postID=1512442853667160421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/1512442853667160421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556621215125557552/posts/default/1512442853667160421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypavan.blogspot.com/2007/10/author-unkown.html' title='Author Unkown'/><author><name>Baby Pavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/vn_pavan/pavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
