tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58022181314512145302012-02-16T21:58:47.777+05:30Stories, Tales, Anecdotes, Real Life Incidents, etc. that educate, entertain, elevate, emancipate, inspire, motivate, teach, train, coach, mentor..Reach Mentorhttps://profiles.google.com/108071715966844332453noreply@blogger.comBlogger4351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802218131451214530.post-82346351817253993342012-02-11T13:45:00.000+05:302012-02-11T13:46:09.709+05:30

When I was a kid, my mom would prepare special breakfast every now and then. And I remember one night in particular, after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember

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We come across varieties of personalities in our day to day life and much more varieties of behaviors, when interacting with them. The behavior of all the humans cannot be completely comprehended! On the contrary, there are so many peculiar behaviors of animals, which even though look stunningly strange, can be easily explained! For example, “Amma

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While in India, Alexander took ten of the Brahmins 19  prisoner.  These men had a great reputation for intelligence, so Alexander decided to give them a test.  He announced that the one who gave the worst answer would be the first to die, and he made the oldest Brahmin the judge of the competition.   Which are more numerous, Alexander asked

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The teacher asks a student how he would measure the height of a very tall building using a barometer, evidently expecting to hear about the reduced air pressure being proportionate to the elevation... . The student says: Tie the barometer to a long string, lower the string till the barometer touches The ground, measure the length of the string!

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{A similar one has been posted earlier and has done its rounds over the internet as a story illustrating a very different perspective from the one below.  This one has been contributed by bvk.rao11 @ gmail.com} It is raining, and the little town looks totally deserted. It is tough times, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.  Suddenly, a

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Of the many interactions I had with my mother those many years ago, one stands out with clarity. I remember the occasion when mother sent me to the main road, about twenty yards away from the homestead, to invite a passing group of seasonal work-seekers home for a meal. She instructed me to take a container along and

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Most of you know that both my dad and my father in law died in the same week this past July. Since then my wife and I have been busy literally

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This is a true story that had happened in 1892 at Stanford University. Its moral is still relevant today. A young, 18 year old student was struggling to pay his fees. He was  An orphan, and not knowing where to turn for money, he came up with a bright idea. A friend and he decided to host a  musical concert on Campus to raise money for their education.

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Author: Johnny Silvas We all know what it's like to get that phone call in the middle of the night. This night's call was no different. Jerking up to the ringing summons, I focused on the red illuminated numbers of my clock. Midnight. Panicky thoughts filled my sleep-dazed mind as I grabbed the receiver.

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A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was "too crowded." "I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her

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There are five sponges laying on a kitchen counter top. Each member of your family has been cleaning up different areas of your home. But, all the sponges look the same. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />  You are curious as to what was cleaned in your home. But, you can't tell by looking. They all look the same. So, what do you do? You squeeze each

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"The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday morning. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other.

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My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:

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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office. Apparently, they are there to file a divorce. Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story….<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> This couple had been quarrelling for all their

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The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before. "Leave me alone," he growled... To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in

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Most people are like the circus elephant. Have you ever seen a giant elephant in an indoor arena tied to a little wooden stake. That huge creature can pick up two thousand pounds with its trunk, yet it calmly stays tied. Why? When that elephant was just a baby, and not very strong, it was tied by a huge chain to an iron stake that could not be moved. Regardless of how hard it tried, it

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Once upon a time, there was a large mountainside, where an eagle's nest rested. The eagle's nest contained four large eagle eggs. One day an earthquake rocked the mountain causing one of the eggs to roll down the mountain, to a chicken farm, located in the valley below. The chickens knew that they must protect and care for the eagle's egg, so an old hen volunteered to nurture and raise the

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Several years ago a preacher moved to Houston, Texas.  Some weeks after he arrived, he rode the bus from his home to the downtown area.  When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a quarter too much change.  As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, " You'd better give the quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it."  Then he thought, "Oh, forget

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The hunted fears the predator, and    the predator fears hunger and death. One day a young child got lost in the fields. He was very far from the village he lived in, when suddenly he met a hungry tiger.      "If you eat me now, Tiger," the child said, "you will still have to hunt tomorrow."      "Yes, but if I eat you now I will live another day!" the Tiger replied.      "I can teach

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During the time of Napoleon I, a great French general names La Variere made the decision to attack,  even though his troops were largely outnumbered. He was certain of victory, but he felt his men's fear and wanted to do something to cut short their protestations. On a country road he stopped before an isolated chapel and declared, "I am going inside and I will ask for God's help. Then I

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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> There was a king who was a great admirer of art. He encouraged artists from all over his country and gave them valuable gifts.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> One day an artist came and said to the king, "Oh King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on

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Outside the Bristol Zoo, in England , there is a parking Lot for 150 cars and 8 coaches, or buses.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> It was manned by a very pleasant attendant with a Ticket machine charging cars £1 (about $1.40) and Coaches £5 (about $7). This parking attendant worked there solid for all of 25 Years.  Then, one day, he just didn't

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A successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business.  Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> He said, "It is time for me to step down and

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The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get   to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> I turned a round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi

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There once was a boy with a very bad character. His father gave him a box of spikes and told him to hammer one into the garden fence every time he lost his patience and got into an argument with someone.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> The first day the boy hammered 37 spikes into the fence. Over the next few weeks he began learning to control

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On July 22nd I was in route to Washington,  DC , for a business trip.  It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately. I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a

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A Tibetan student was practicing meditation in his cell when a spider   descended from the ceiling and hung suspended in front of him.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> It slowly spun around, attached to the end of its web, until the novice tried to catch it, at which point it raced back up to the ceiling in a second. Every day for a week the

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{JUST ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW...You may or may not agree...is fine.} In a poor zoo of India, a lion was frustrated as he was offered not more than 1 kg meat a day. The lion thought its prayers were answered when one US Zoo Manager  visited the zoo and requested the zoo management to shift the lion to the US Zoo. The lion was so happy and started thinking of a central A/c environment, a goat

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A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler

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One stormy night many years ago, an elderly man and his wife entered the lobby of a small hotel in Philadelphia. Trying to get out of the rain, the couple approached the front desk hoping to get some shelter for the night."Could you possibly give us a room here?" the husband asked. The clerk, a friendly manwith a winning smile, looked at the couple and explained that there were three

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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> Once a King called upon all of his wise men and asked them, Is there a mantra or suggestion which works in every situation, in every circumstances, in every place and in every time, in every joy, every sorrow, every defeat and every victory?   One answer for all questions?  Something which can help me, when none of you is

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As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years. The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started

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An atheist and a believer had the same doctor. Every time they met in the doctor's waiting room, they would argue and end up insulting each other.  "You really believe that you are going to be saved on Judgment Day and go up to heaven. Do you really believe everything you read in the Bible, and everything they told you in church?" said the atheist. "I'm not certain of anything," the 

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A family had twin boys whose only resemblance to each other was their looks. If one felt it was too hot, the other thought it was too cold. If one said the TV was too loud, the other claimed the volume needed to be turned up. Opposite in every way, one was an eternal optimist, the other a doom & gloom pessimist.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

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Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow. Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't like them and anyway he didn't own any.  The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold.  Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already.  And, try as he might, he could not come up with an idea for his mother's Christmas gift.  He

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My friend Hans Zimmer had a serious motorcycle accident and lost the use of his left hand.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> "Fortunately I'm right handed," he told me as he adroitly served me a cup of tea. "It's amazing what I can do with just one hand." Despite the loss of his fingers, he learned to fly an airplane in less than  a year. But one

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"There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose between them.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering

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I got married in May, on a Sunday. It was, to some extent, an act of rebellion. I wanted to be different from everybody else. A week before I had invited a priest, a friend of mine, to my stag party. Half way through the evening, a little tipsy, we all went out onto the terrace of the restaurant, which faced the sea.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /

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Read and think - You may find one in your midst <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> There was once a washer man who had a donkey and a dog. One night when the whole world was sleeping, a thief broke into the house, the washer man was fast asleep too but the donkey and the dog were awake. The dog decided not to bark since the master did not take good

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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> Ravi and I work in the same office ,are close to each other sharing even our personal matters.. His rich dad had died some years back. His old mother was living with him. Unfortunately Ravi's wife Anita had not taken kindly to the old woman. Coming from a rich family herself, she was a much pampered lady lacking in finer

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"When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his

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Once upon a time, a man was passing through a jungle. He saw a monkey and was attracted to it. He called the monkey and to his surprise, the monkey came near him. The man told the monkey that it was his ancestor and so they should cultivate friendship. With different kinds of gestures, he was able to establish friendship with it. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:

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Once a general manager wanted to test his people who had come from all over India, about their values of life. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> He announced that in their seminar folder, there is PVC pouch and in it there is a seed. When they return, they must put it in a good soil in a pot and look after it very well. He would hold a competition

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Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Once a King called upon all of his wise men and asked them, "Is there a mantra or suggestion which works in every situation, in every circumstance, in every place and in every time. Something which can help me

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It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.<?xml:namespace prefix

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One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish

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A wealthy man requested an old scholar to wean his son away from his bad habits.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> The scholar took the youth for a stroll through a garden. Stopping suddenly he asked the boy to pull out a tiny plant growing there. The youth held the plant between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out. The old man then asked him

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One night a snake while it was looking for food, entered a carpenter's workshop.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> The carpenter, who was a rather untidy man, had left several of his tools lying on the floor. One of them was a saw. As the snake went round and round the shop, he climbed over the saw, which gave him a little cut. At once, thinking

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Contributed by: Asian Woman (i_asianwoman@ yahoo.com)<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Native Wisdom An old Cherokee chief was teaching his grandson about life... "A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. "One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity

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Contributed by: Natarajan Gurumurthy (gnatarajan53 @ gmail.com)<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> There is a fine moral in this short story. There lived a wicked man who went to hell on his death. He found himself in pitch dark bottomless pit deep down. He could hear many voices of people around him screaming, sobbing, cursing and some even

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Suvendu Roy shares his inspirational encounter with a rickshaw driver in Mumbai <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Last Sunday, my wife, kid and I had to travel to Andheri from Bandra. When I waved at a passing auto rickshaw, little did I  expect that this ride would be any different. As we set off, my eyes fell on a few magazines (kept in an 

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Contributed by: Asian Woman (i_asianwoman @ yahoo.com) "I'm sorry. Please forgive me! I don't mean to hold you up," he said as he struggled to get off the escalator. I'll admit to it. There have been times when walking or driving behind an older person that I've gotten impatient and upset. I've huffed and zoomed around them, because I was in a hurry to get nowhere. Perhaps I'm more aware

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My boyhood dream was to acquire a big motorcycle and become a Knight of the open highway. But getting a license to drive a bike was a completely different story! I had to learn the rules of the road by heart and practice driving so I could pass safely between strategically placed pylons without touching them. I had to learn to maneuver through crowded city streets, never forgetting to

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She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some

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An elephant came to the edge of a stream of clear rushing water. Being thirsty, the elephant leaned over, dropped its trunk into the cool water and... plunk! "What? What happened?" the elephant cried. "I can't see! My eye... it fell in the water! Oh nooooooh," the elephant wailed in a panic, "I lost my eye!" And, in fact, the elephant's right eye had popped out of its socket and fallen into

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Contributed by: Thulsiram Govindan (thulsiramlavanya @ yahoo.co.in) In Phoenix , Arizona , a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination.Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up & fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible.. The leukemia

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I sat in my seat on a cross country flight. As always, I was buried deep in my work in order to distract myself from the boring drone of the engines and to take me mentally away from the mundane nature of yet another air plane trip.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> As I sat there I could not help but over-hear the conversation taking place behind me

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Contributed by: Asian Woman (i_asianwoman @ yahoo.com) "May I go now?" the almost completed, eager mother asked. "Not yet. There are essential parts and finishing touches to be added," her Maker replied. "I look pretty good to me," she said, peering into the crystal pool at her feet. "True, you're looking better all the time. But bear with me." "What does a mother have to do, God, besides

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Contributed by: Asian Woman (i_asianwoman @ yahoo.com)<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> By the time the Lord made mothers, he was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one?" And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable,

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Contributed by: Rahul (bruntno1 @ yahoo.com) Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out patients at the clinic. 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

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