This one is absolutely fabulous. Think of the MORAL after
reading & try to be............

The moment we are living now is very precious and people around us also are
precious. We know it only after missing the moments and the people..

The story below is nice one to read and think..

The obituary page had my name and photo in it. It wasn't too good snap of
me, I thought, as I looked at it absent-mindedly. And then I gave a cry of
terror, "What's my photo doing in the death column?" I remembered, sharp
chest pain last night. I looked around, it was morning; but my coffee had
not been made. People were entering the house and walking through the
bedroom door. I walked in and looked on the bed. There I was, all laid out;
dead.

People stared at me, not many were crying, and some, I noticed, looked
relieved. "Listen," I shouted, "I'm here, I'm okay, I'm not dead."
Nobody heard me. They were all looking at the me on the bed. I walked back into
the sitting room. The coffin had arrived. It was being set up in the
center. I watched them carry my body and put it in.

"I'm not ready to go as yet," I shouted, "I still have work to do. Don't
bury me, before I'm ready!"

I looked around. "Where's my family?," I asked myself. They were in the
next room, weeping. "I'm not dead," I shouted to my wife and children.
They continued to weep. "How can I go before telling you I love you?,"

I asked my wife. "How can I go, before hugging you both?,"
I asked my children. I wept with them.

People were praying in the next room. There were tears in the eyes of one of the men as he prayed.

"But we haven't talked to each other for years, "
I said to him. "Why are you crying? Come on, shake my hand and let's make up."
The man continued crying as he sang. He did not see my extended hand.


The priest came in. He sat next to the man who was crying and leaned to talk to him.
I went close to hear what he was asking.
"Is there anything good," he asked, " the dead man did in his life time?"

The man who was crying shook his head sadly.
There was a hush as my wife walked into the room.

"She looks beautiful," I thought. "You look beautiful!," I shouted.
She did not hear my words.
She had never heard them before, because I had never said them.

"God!," I screamed in agony, "A little more time to do all the things I
should have done!" I watched as they lifted my coffin and carried it to the
hearse outside. The priest refrained from saying any word about me.
They all understood, there was nothing good words to say.


I turned to say sorry to the man who had the tears. I turned to hug my
children. I leaned over to whisper words of love into my wife's ears, and
then I looked up and cried, "God, one more chance!"

"You shouted in your sleep," said my wife as she gently woke me up. "Did
you have a nightmare?" She looked startled, as I hugged her tight and
whispered,

"You're beautiful...!"




Note:
Take time to love, to care, to pray and to do all the good deeds.

We've got only one chance to live. Let's utilize it to the MAX.

Remember…! God will not give you a second chance to care for your loved ones and to do good deeds.