<?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-34799400</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:10:19.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Daily Dose Of Motivation &amp; Inspiring Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you start your day with a cup of cappucinno? In addition take this daily dose before you start your work. And, feel the difference...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotivation-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34799400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotivation-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Motivation Stories</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34799400.post-116541118098266580</id><published>2006-12-06T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T05:19:40.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Candy</title><content type='html'>This story was narrated by Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mohandas K. Gandhi.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was six years old, we were invited to visit grandfather on an ashram he founded where people live together in nonviolence,” said Arun. “A young couple lived there with their 6-year-old boy. This boy had a tremendous sweet tooth—if he did not get any candy he would take spoonfuls of sugar. The parents took the boy to the doctor as he was getting sick from the sugar. The doctor said no more sugar; no more sweets for you and no arguments. The parents still ate sweet chocolate and candy every day and the boy would take the sweets when no one was looking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking their son to Gandhi in desperation, the parents of the boy with the sweet tooth were told to bring him back in 15 days. They left, wondering why he could not speak to their son right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They went away and came back and grandfather spoke to the boy for less than one minute,” said Arun, “after which time he promised to give up sweets. His parents were aghast. They asked grandfather what miracle he performed. He said, ‘It wasn’t a miracle. I had to ask him to give up sweets so I told him I have given up sweets and I will not eat anything until you give up sweets—will you give up sweets?’ The boy kept his vow and I learned that when parents care so much, to make that kind of sacrifice, children do not need force.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it comes back to the old saying... &lt;em&gt;Practice first before you preach!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34799400-115997517247776913?l=emotivation-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotivation-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115997517247776913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34799400&amp;postID=115997517247776913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34799400/posts/default/115997517247776913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34799400/posts/default/115997517247776913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotivation-stories.blogspot.com/2006/10/be-what-you-are.html' title='Be What You Are'/><author><name>Motivation Stories</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34799400.post-115944957297209085</id><published>2006-09-28T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T06:37:02.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be ashamed of your Weakness</title><content type='html'>Once a man, used carry daily two pots of water, one on each side to his home. One of the pot was perfect but the other pot had a crack. By the time man reached home, the cracked pot used to be half empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on for many days. The perfect pot was proud of its achievement &amp; ridiculed the cracked pot. Once the cracked pot spoke to his master, " I am really ashamed of myself. Beacuse of my flaw, your effort is wasted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you ashamed of?" asked the man. "Did you notice beautiful flowers on your side of path, which I take to carry water? These have not grown on its own. I used the water leaking from your crack to grow these flowers. Now I sell these flowers make additional money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one us is a cracked pot, having one or many flaws. It is up to us how we convert our flaws into opportunity . Trust in God &amp;amp; the way He has made you. Don't be ashamed of your weakness or failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) 3M saw an opportunity in a weak glue that didn't stick permanantly. Result: Postit slips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pickof the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.inspirationalstories.com/"&gt;http://www.inspirationalstories.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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But what to do with them when they are not working? How to restrain them? Their handlers came up with the idea to "program" them while they are still very young - by setting self-imposed limits into their thinking. How does it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;When the elephants are still small, weighing around 150 pounds, they get tied up with a very heavy rope. All day long, the elephants try to get rid of it, whine, tug at it and some of them even try to chew it. But they can't break free. Finally, the elephants give up and the fight is over. And now it's getting interesting...&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on, they strongly believe that there is absolutely no chance to get rid of the rope. They accept the "fact" that the rope limits them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And with this imprinted belief in place, their handlers are able to tie them with extremely small ropes!&lt;br /&gt;And even as adults, weighing 8,000 pounds and more, they never attempt to break free because they "know" they have no chance at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As you can see, the elephants limits are not real, but exist only in their mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And also we are programmed with built-in-boundaries. They are also not real but exist only in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;But with these imprinted belief systems, with these inner boundaries, we are unable...&lt;br /&gt;-to live our lives to the fullest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-to be successful as we could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-to set and reach higher goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;- to make 10 times more money as we do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;- to build a successful business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;- to get the promotion and pay increase we always dreamed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;- to fulfill our true dreams and desires etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hasn't to stay this way. Our negative belief systems don't have to limit us for good. If you truly want to become successful and are not kidding yourself, you can change your inner belief system, your attitude, and your inner boundaries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You always have the inner strength; the personal power to change everything in your life for the better. Just try!&lt;br /&gt;So, never give up! 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