My pride

Things may always stay the way they are,
Still my head looks for a change
From time to time.
I don’t really mean to look that far
Turn on the music, strike up the music,
Let the music change my mind.

Now don’t I dig the big time rock and roll.
Sit in the darkness and be somebody else.
A time which after all is under control
Crank out the music,
Give me music, let the music fill the air.

My dear friend, your head’s been sinking Like a stone.
You must try thinking like a cloud sometime.
Just leave a happy side out loud sometime.
There’s a symphony inside you,
There’s a thousand things for you to do,
So come on.

Let a hush fall on the movie crowd.
Boy turns to girl and says I love you so.
What I hear in here is violins
Give me music, miss the music,
Let the music be there too.
I’ll never know what to do
Unless you let the music be there too.

I received this e-mail a few days ago and just like all other fowards i ignored it, untill this morning when i opened my inbox and there was no ‘important’ mail. so i thought to my self-just just…you never know, could be a new dating site hooking you up,and so i went click on it’s a%$&

This is one of the nicest e-mails I have seen and is so true:
 
I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels. My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, ‘This is the Receiving Section.
Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received.’
 
 
I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.
 
Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.
 
The angel then said to me, ‘This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them. ‘I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.

Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing.
‘This is the Acknowledgment Section,’ my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed
‘How is it that there is no work going on here?’ I asked. 

‘So sad,’ the angel sighed. ‘After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send
back acknowledgments .’
‘How does one acknowledge God’s blessings?’ I asked.

 ’Simple,’ the angel answered. Just say, ‘Thank you, Lord.’

‘What blessings should they acknowledge?’ I asked. 
‘If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer
than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the worlds wealthy.’ 
 ’And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity.’

 ’If you woke up this morning with more health than illness … you are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day.’
‘If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the
pangs of starvation … you are ahead of 700 million people in the world.’

‘If you can attend a church without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and
more blessed than, three billion people in the world.’
 
‘If your parents are still alive and still married …you are very rare.’

‘If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you’re unique to all those in doubt and despair.’

So, do you ever take time off to thank Allah

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