From A Delivery Boy To An Auto-Driver And Now A Pilot

Nagpur’s Shrikant Pantawane, an auto-driver and son of a security guard, started working early in life as a delivery boy to support his family’s dwindling finances. Later he took to driving an auto to make ends meet. At a very young age Shrikant was burdened with responsibilities and he would balance both his job and studies to support his family.

But hardships, obstacles and financial struggles never disheartened him from pursuing his dreams.

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Shrikant still sits behind a three-wheeled vehicle, but now its not his auto-rikshaw, but an aircraft!

With hardwork, determination and a pinch of luck, Shrikant achieved what he had only dreamt of as a child.

Once when Shrikant had gone to the airport to deliver a parcel, during a conversation with cadets he learnt that one could also become a pilot even without being inducted in the Indian Air Force. His conversation with a tea-seller outside the airport apprised him of a pilot scholarship program by the DGCA. There was no stopping for Shrikant after this.

He immediately grabbed his class 12 books and started studying and preparing for the scholarship. After the class 12 results were declared, he joined a flight school in Madhya Pradesh but he had one major obstacle in his way- English. Taking the bull by its horn, he accepted the challenge and surpassed the language barrier with help from his friends.

Shrikant passed the examination with flying colours and got his commercial pilot license, but global recession and a sluggish aviation market kept him at bay. To support himself and his family, he joined as an executive in a company. He worked as a corporate executive for sometime but always kept hoping for flying in the sky.

Two months back, he received a call from Indigo Airlines that included him as a First Officer in its pack of pilots.

Kudos to Shrikant’s spirit and determination.

Courtesy: India Times

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Wise Story: Slave of Your Words

Amazing Heart Touching Stories

Once upon a time an old man spread rumors that his neighbor was a thief. As a result, the young man was arrested. Days later the young man was proven innocent. After been released he sued the old man for wrongly accusing him.

In court the old man told the Judge : They were just comments, didn’t harm anyone.

The judge, before passing sentence on the case, told the old man : Write all the things you said about him on a piece of paper. Cut them up and on the way home, throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow, come back to hear the sentence.

The next day, the judge told the old man : Before receiving the sentence, you will have to go out and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday.

The old man said : I can’t do that ! The wind spread them and I won’t know where to find them.

The judge then replied : The same way, simple comments may destroy the honor of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it.

“If you can’t speak well of someone, rather don’t say anything.” Let’s all be masters of our mouths, so that we won’t be slaves of our words.

30 Days – A very heart touching story

Heart Touching Story

Boy and Girl are sitting alone in the park one night

Boy: I guess we are the left overs in this world.

Girl: I think so. All of my friends have boyfriends and we are only the 2 persons left in this world with out any special person in our life .

Boy: Yup I don’t know what to do..

Girl: I know! We’ll play a game..

Boy: What game ?

Girl: i’ll be your girl friend for 30 days and you will be my boy friend…

Boy: That’s a great plan in fact i don’t have nothing to do much this following weeks…

DAY 1: They watch their first movie and they both touched in a romantic film

DAY 4: They went to the beach and have a picnic. Boy and Girl have their quality time together

DAY 12: Boy invited Girl to a circus and they ride on a Horror House….Girl was scared and she touched Boy’s hand but she touched someone else’s hand and they both laughed.

DAY 15: They saw a fortune teller down the road and they asked for their future advice and the fortune teller said: “My darling, Please don’t waste the time of your life. Spend the rest of your time together happily” Then tears flow out from the teller’s eyes.

DAY 20: Girl invited Boy to go to the hill and they saw a meteor.Girl mumbled something.

DAY 28: They sat on the bus and because of a bumpy road Girl gave her first kiss to Boy by accident

DAY 29: 11:37pm Girl and Boy sat in the park where they first decided to play this game.

Boy: I’m tired. Do you want any drinks? I’ll buy you one. I’ll just go down the road.

Girl: Apple Juice that’s all.

Boy: Wait for me.

20 mins later. A stranger approached Girl.

Stranger: Are you a friend of Dat Boy?

Girl: Why yes? What happened?

Stranger: A reckless drunken driver ran over boy and he is critical in the hospital.

11:57pm: The doctor went out of the emergency room and he handed out an apple juice and a letter.

Doctor: We found this in boy’s pocket .

Girl reads the letter and it says: This past few days, I realized. You are really a cute girl and I am really falling for you. Your cherish smile your everything when we played this game. Before this game would end. I would like you to be my girl friend for the rest of my life.

“I love you”

Girl crumples the paper and shouted: “I don’t want you to die. I love you. Remember that night when we saw a meteor, I mumbled something. I mumbled that I wish we would be together forever and never end this game. Please don’t leave me. I love you! You cannot do this to me ”

Then the clock strikes 12 Boy’s heart stopped pumping.

Courtesy: Mastegg

The Boy and The Starfish

The Boy and The Starfish - Heart-touching Story

A man was walking along a deserted beach at sunset. As he walked he could see a young boy in the distance, as he drew nearer he noticed that the boy kept bending down, picking something up and throwing it into the water.

Time and again he kept hurling things into the ocean. As the man approached even closer, he was able to see that the boy was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach and, one at a time he was throwing them back into the water.

The man asked the boy what he was doing, the boy replied,”I am throwing these washed up starfish back into the ocean, or else they will die through lack of oxygen. “But”, said the man, “You can’t possibly save them all, there are thousands on this beach, and this must be happening on hundreds of beaches along the coast. You can’t possibly make a difference.”

The boy looked down, frowning for a moment; then bent down to pick up another starfish, smiling as he threw it back into the sea. He replied,

“I made a huge difference to that one!”

True Incident: Heart Touching Story of Indian President, Dr. Abdul Kalam

INDIAN PRESIDENT … Dr. Abdul Kalam Says

Heart Touching Story
President of India: Dr. Abdul Kalam

“When I was a kid, my Mom cooked food for us. One night in particular when she had made dinner after a long hard day’s work, Mom placed a plate of subzi (Side Dish made up of Vegetables) and extremely burnt roti (Chapati) in front of my Dad.

I was waiting to see if anyone noticed the burnt roti. But Dad just ate his roti and asked me how was my day at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember I heard Mom apologizing to Dad for the burnt roti. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burnt roti.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy, good night & I asked him if he really liked his roti burnt. He wrapped me in his arms & said: “Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and  She was really tired. And besides… A burnt roti never hurts anyone but HARSH WORDS DO!” “You know beta – life is full of imperfect things & imperfect people…

I’M NOT THE BEST & AM HARDLY GOOD AT ANYTHING! I forget birthdays & anniversaries just like everyone else.
What I’ve learnt over the years is : To Accept Each Others Faults & Choose To Celebrate Relationships” Life Is Too Short To Wake Up With Regrets! Love the people who treat you right & have compassion for the ones who don’t.

A Heart Touching Story

A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call asap, changed his clothes & went directly to the surgery block. He found the boy’s father pacing in the hall waiting for the doctor.

On seeing him, the dad yelled: “Why did you take all this time to come? Don’t you know that my son’s life is in danger? Don’t you have any sense of responsibility?”

Heart Touching StoryThe doctor smiled & said: “I am sorry, I wasn’t in the hospital & I came as fast as I could after receiving the cal And now, I wish you’d calm down so that I can do my work”

“Calm down?! What if your son was in this room right now, would you calm down? If your own son dies now what will you do??” said the father angrily

The doctor smiled again & replied: “I will say what Job said in the Holy Book “From dust we came & to dust we return, blessed be the name of God”. Doctors cannot prolong lives. Go & intercede for your son, we will do our best by God’s grace”

“Giving advises when we’re not concerned is so easy” Murmured the father.

The surgery took some hours after which the doctor went out happy, “Thank goodness!, your son is saved!” And without waiting for the father’s reply he carried on his way running. “If you have any questions, ask the nurse!!”

“Why is he so arrogant? He couldn’t wait some minutes so that I ask about my son’s state” Commented the father when seeing the nurse minutes after the doctor left.

The nurse answered, tears coming down her face: “His son died yesterday in a road accident, he was at the burial when we called him for your son’s surgery. And now that he saved your son’s life, he left running to finish his son’s burial.”

Moral: Never judge anyone, because you never know how their life is & what they’re going through”

The Beautiful Flower In The Broken Pot

One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. “Why, he’s hardly taller than my eight-year-old,” I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw.

Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, “Good evening. I’ve come to see if you’ve a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there’s no bus ’til morning.”

He told me he’d been hunting for a room since noon but with no success, no one seemed to have a room. “I guess it’s my face… I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments…”

For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: “I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning.”

I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. “No thank you. I have plenty.” And he held up a brown paper bag.

When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn’t take a long time to see that this old man had an over-sized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.

He didn’t tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was preface with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going.

At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children’s room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch.

He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won’t put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair.” He paused a moment and then added, “Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don’t seem to mind.” I told him he was welcome to come again.

And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning.

As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they’d be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m. and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.

In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden.

Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.

When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning.

“Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!”

Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear.

I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.

Recently I was visiting a friend, who has a greenhouse, as she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, “If this were my plant, I’d put it in the loveliest container I had!”

My friend changed my mind. “I ran short of pots,” she explained, and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn’t mind starting out in this old pail. It’s just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden.”

She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven. “Here’s an especially beautiful one,” God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. “He won’t mind starting in this small body.” All this happened long ago – and now, in God’s garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.

Courtesy: Inspiration Peak

 

Beautiful Story.You must read…(tissue warning)

When His Teacher Learned His Secret, It Brought Her To Tears. And Made Her A Better Person. Like many inspiring movies and books, this short story is fictional. However, the impact that this work will have on its readers is very real. Enjoy!

The Power of Purpose Elizabeth Silance Ballard

There was a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her fifth grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, as a little boy named Teddy Stallard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold “X’s” and then putting a big “F” at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners…he is a joy to be around.”

His second grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.”

His third grade teacher wrote, “His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.”

Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class.”

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy’s. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.

Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was. She put it on and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stallard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, “Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.”

After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day she quit teaching reading, writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her “pets.”

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.

The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stallard, M.D.

The story doesn’t end there. You see there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he’d met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did.

And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stallard whispered in Mrs. Thompson’s ear, “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.”

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, “Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.”

Warm someone’s heart today. Pass this along. And never underestimate the Power of Purpose.