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Saturday, December 17, 2011

HOME is there but HEART is still homeless.. :'(

HOME is there but HEART is still homeless.. :'(

                                                      BY AKSHAY KOTHARI











About two weeks ago I saw a very sad, blue eyed, homeless man sitting outside my local coffee house. I said, “Hi. How are you doing today?”
He seemed shocked that I was talking to him. “Not very well,” he replied. He proceeded to tell me how he had been hit by a car while riding his bike. He had been in the hospital for a month and a rest home for another month. During that time the person that paid for his SSI checks died of a heart attack and his wallet was stolen with all his IDs. He had several checks waiting for him but had no ID and therefore no access to his money.
I decided that if this was all true I’d like to help him get a copy of his birth certificate and social security card. I asked him to meet me at the Department of Vital Statistics at 11:00 on Monday and gave him the address on a piece of paper.
When I arrived at 10:50 the next morning I didn’t see him so I started filling out the paperwork. I explained to the receptionist, “I’m trying to help a homeless friend get his ID back.”
“Bob”, she inquired? “Yes, Bob,” I responded, surprised that she knew his name. “He was here at 9:30 and he just left,” she said. “But he told us you were coming.”
I payed the fee and walked out with Bob’s Birth Certificate. “God Bless you”, one of the woman said with a smile.
As I was driving home I saw Bob riding back on the old bike someone had given him. I pulled over and jumped out of my car shouting, “Bob! Bob! I got it!” He saw me and rode over. “I got it Bob! Look, here it is!”
He got tears in his eyes  and told me I was his guardian angel.
A few days later I needed him to meet me at the Social Security Office. It took me a half hour to get there by car and I was certain he would not be waiting for me when I arrived. It would be at least two hours by bike. But there he was sitting on the sidewalk waiting for me!
We were in the Social Security Office for two hours. They discovered that Bob was listed in the system as “Deceased.” “Dead?” he asked me with a stunned look on his face. “Yeah. You don’t look too bad for a dead guy!” I chuckled.
We got everything straightened out and by next week he will have received his back pay, which is a substantial sum. He would like to get a room, take a shower, go to the barber for a shave and haircut, get some clothes, a pair of shoes and a bike.
Yes, one person can make a difference in this world. And the interesting thing is that I am getting as much, if not more, from this experience than Bob. I am deeply touched by Bob's sensitivity, his gratitude, his stories, his heart.
Home is where the heart is, even for the homeless!

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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

World SO High...A Journey to begin ...By ♕ Akshay Kothari

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World SO High...A Journey to begin
By Akshay Kothari
An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:

Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden because your mother always loved ...planting time. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.
Love,
Dad

shortly, the old man received this telegram: ‘For Heaven’s sake, Dad, don’t dig up the garden!! That’s where I buried the GUNS!!’

At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.

Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what had happened, and asked him what to do next.

His son’s reply was: ‘Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It’s the best I could do for you, from here.’

MORAL: NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS, NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS...

Friday, December 9, 2011

Mumbai trip by ♕ AKSHAY KOTHARI