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How a Password Changed my Life – A true story from the reader’s Digest
I was having a great morning until I sat down in front of my office computer “your password has expired” a server message flashed on my screen, with instructions for changing it. Coming up with a new code doesn’t seem like a big deal, unless you work at my company, where we have to change it monthly, using at least one uppercase character, one lower case character, one symbol and one number. Oh and the password can’t be fewer than eight characters. And I can’t use any of the same passwords I’ve used in the past three months.
Suddenly I was furious, what didn’t make it any better was that I was deeply depressed after my recent divorce. Disbelief over what she
had done to me was what I thought all day.
That didn’t mean anything to the empty field with the pulsating cursor, waiting for me to type a password that I have to reenter many times – for the next 30 days. I remembered a tip I’d heard from my former boss . He’d said “ I’m going to use a password that is going to change my life” I couldn’t focus on getting things done in my current mood. There was clear indication that I needed to regain control over my life, but I couldn’t heed them. My password became the indicator. My password reminded me that I shouldn’t let myself be a victim of my recent breakup and that I was strong enough to do something about it.
I made my password – Forgive@h3r , I had to type this password several times every day each time my computer would lock. Each time I came back from lunch I wrote forgive her. The simple action changed the way I looked at my ex-wife. That constant reminder of reconciliation led me to accept
the way things happened and helped me deal with my depression. As one month wore on, I felt a slow healing began to take place. By the time the server prompted me to change my password following month, I felt free.
The next time I had to change my password I thought about the next thing that I had to get done. My password became Quit@smoking4ever .
It motivated me to follow my goal and I was able to quit smoking.
One month later, my password becameSave4trip@europe, and in three months I was able to visit Europe.
Seeing how reminders helped me materialize my goals kept me motivated and excited. While its sometimes difficult to come up with your next
goal, keeping at it brings great results.
After a few months my password was Save4@ring !!! Life is going to change again !!!
😃🙏🎉
Some of the most shortest story, with beautiful meaning.. Must read-
1) Those who had coins, enjoyed in the rain.
Those who had notes, were busy looking for shelter.
2) Man and God both met somewhere,
Both exclaimed-“My creator”
3) He asked are you-“Hindu or Muslim”
Response came- I am hungry
4) The fool dint know it was impossible-
So he did it.
5) “Wrong number”- Said a familiar voice.
6) What if God asks you after you die-
“So how was heaven??”
7) “They told me that to make her fall in love I had to make her laugh. But every time she laughs, I am the one who falls in love.”
8) We dont make friends anymore, We add them.
very nice. 
Great Idea. VU
California girl abruptly dumps boyfriend, then begs him back after he wins $362,259 from online game
A lovesick California man dumped by his girlfriend of four years, was browsing the web when he came across an offer he could not refuse. Bingo Hall, a brand new online casino, was offering new players $30 free (with no credit card or deposit required) for a chance to win a progressive jackpot of over half a million dollars ($500,000.00)
Carl Matthews, 26, from California had just lost his job, and had incurred over $9,300 of credit card bills he could not afford to pay back. Just when he thought his situation could not get any worse, his beloved girlfriend, Amy Parkinson, decided to call it quits.
Amy admits, “I was just over his lack of motivation. Carl was the sweetest guy, but was in a never-ending hole. My girlfriends would continuously tell me that I needed someone with drive, who could look after me financially and I just never saw Carl being that person.”
Little did Amy know, Carls life was about to dramatically change. Those $30 free dollars that initially aroused his interest ended up multiplying for him over 10,000 times. After spinning for 14 minutes, Carl won a progressive Jackpot on the Bingo Hall game “The Posh Life”. Soon, he received a massive sum of $362,259.00 in his bank account.
“I was at an absolute loss of words. I could not believe I had just won all of this money, all from one lucky spin. My life was in the slums and this was just what I needed to get me back on track. God is clearly on my side. I am beyond excited to restart my life with this new found wealth” Matthews reported when describing his reaction to this massive win.
The story was soon after picked up by local newspaper, The West California. Amy, who receives this paper daily immediately saw her ex-boyfriend on the cover. Her feelings towards Carl quickly changed. “She started calling, texting, emailing, saying she wanted to give it another go. Saying she wanted to make it work. That she loved me, she missed me, she couldn’t imagine life without me,” Carl reported.
Carl currently remains single. Amy remains persistent in giving their relationship another go.
Surprised, who keeps the cell no. even after 20 years ?
When I got home that night my wife served dinner. I held her hand and said, “I’ve got something to tell you.” She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking about divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, “Why?”
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, “You are not a man!”
That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore, I just pitied her.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it to pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources, and energy but I could not take back what I had said. I loved Jane now.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came home late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still at the table writing.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions. She didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month, we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple; our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me, but she had something more. She asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration, I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy, but just to make our last days together bearable, I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. “No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce,” she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any physical contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, “Daddy is holding Mommy in his arms.”
His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the living room and to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, “Don’t tell our son about the divorce.”
I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying. Our marriage had taken its toll on her, and for a minute, I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, “All my dresses have grown bigger.” I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, and that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me. She had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, “Dad, it’s time to carry mom out.” To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the living room, and to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, just like on our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, “I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.”
I drove to office, jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind. I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door. “Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.”
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. “Do you have a fever?” she replied.
I moved her hand off my head. “Sorry, Jane,” I said. “I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day, I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.”
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The saleswoman asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, “I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.”
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face. I ran up the stairs only to find my wife in the bed – dead. My wife had been fighting cancer for months, but I was too busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and wanted to save me from any negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce. At least, in the eyes of our son, I’m a loving husband.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It’s not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Have a real happy marriage!
B@R_0_0_D wrote:
Surprised, who keeps the cell no. even after 20 years ?
maybe he looked up on facebook
@B@R_0_0_D wrote:
Surprised, who keeps the cell no. even after 20 years ?
Did you have cell numbers 20 years back?!
@nimod wrote:@B@R_0_0_D wrote:
Surprised, who keeps the cell no. even after 20 years ?
Did you have cell numbers 20 years back?!
Yes, it is not the story of India.
@B@R_0_0_D wrote:
Some of the most shortest story, with beautiful meaning.. Must read-
1) Those who had coins, enjoyed in the rain.
Those who had notes, were busy looking for shelter.
2) Man and God both met somewhere,
Both exclaimed-“My creator”
3) He asked are you-“Hindu or Muslim”
Response came- I am hungry
4) The fool dint know it was impossible-
So he did it.
5) “Wrong number”- Said a familiar voice.
6) What if God asks you after you die-
“So how was heaven??”
7) “They told me that to make her fall in love I had to make her laugh. But every time she laughs, I am the one who falls in love.”
8) We dont make friends anymore, We add them.
Best post I have read from you
+1000 suggested for fpd because i can relate to it, There was a friend of mine he was an average student as me, he also used to browse tech forums and blogs.Those days we were doing +2 and we had our jee exam that year.He used to choose username iit_topper in every forum and blog he visited and guess what that year he didnt topped the iit but he got <2000 rank and is in iit delhi now.So small things you do daily really affect you in a big way.
I like how B@R_0_0_D bro always spreads positively.
@dudu wrote:
I like how B@R_0_0_D bro always spreads positively.
Except the gr8 army of Amar , Akbar and Anthony .
dafuq
i have a similar password for some email which i use only to contact/spy my ex
it is – neverhope 
@chaudharysaab wrote:
dafuq
i have a similar password for some email which i use only to contact/spy my ex
it is – neverhope
U r a big heart bro n completely agree with the said above but sometimes it becomes necessary to show ur feelings(anger) otw people keep misusing the kindness n attempts to hurt u again
luck and love.
Oइटावा की शादीo
लड़की देखे जाने पर लडका और लडकी में बात करने का तरीका देखते है।
शायद आपको इटावा की भाषा पसंद आये!
लड़का इटावा का और लड़की औरैया के पास के एक गाँव की है।
लालू- कित्ते तक पड़ी हो?
अंजू- 8वीं तक।
पप्पी- फिर काहे नाय पड़ी?
अंजू- स्कूल दूर हतो तो हमारी पढ़ाई छुड़ाय दई गयी।
पप्पी- अच्छा, रोटी बनाय लेत हौ का?
अंजू- हाँ, बनाय लेत हैं।
पप्पी- और सब्जी?
अंजू- हाँ, सब्जीऔ बनाय लेत हैं।
पप्पी- काय काय की बना लेत हौ?
अंजू- आलू की मेथी की पालक की गोभी की भिन्डी की सबहि तराह की।
पप्पी- कदुआ की नाय बनाय पाती हौ का?अंजू- हाँ, बनाय लेत हैं।
पप्पी- कैसी बनात हो गीली का सूखी?
अंजू- मुआ, करमजला, दारीजार, कन्नास नासपीटा नाय तो तैँ लौड़िया देखन आओ है कि काम बाली बाई देखन आओ है।
धुँआ लगे इत्ती देर से दिमाग चाटन में लगो है जौ बना लेत वौ बना लेत।
1 चप्पल दिएँ अभई उतार के मुह सूजी यइये अभई हाल।
बड़ो आओ कदुआ खान वारो।
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
It was a crowded flight and a beautiful lady aged around 40 years boarded the flight as the passenger. She searched for her seat and found her seat was next to a black man.
She showed that she wasn’t in a hurry to take her seat as she found it too hard and awkward to sit next to a black man.
Feeling disgusted, the beautiful lady called the air hostess and asked her to change her seat.
The air hostess requested for a reason why she would like to change the seat.
She replied, “It is impossible for me to sit next to a black man, I hate it!
The air hostess was shocked to hear these hard words from the one who looked so dignified and composed.
She again demanded her to get her a new seat. The airhostess said she would do so and requested her to wait for a few minutes.
The air hostess went in search of an empty seat for the lady. The air hostess told the lady, ‘I’m afraid Madam, there is no vacant seat in the economy class and the flight is almost full! However, we do follow the policy to fulfil the desires of our passengers to the maximum extent possible. So, give me a minute, I will check with my captain and get back to you, as we feel it is not fair to force a passenger to have an unpleasant seat!’
The lady waited for a couple of minutes and the air hostess came.
The latter replied, ‘Madam, sorry for this inconvenience. We don’t want to make your journey unpleasant by making you sit next to someone with whom you aren’t comfortable. There is one seat available in the First Class. Although we don’t allow any passenger to move from economy class to first class, to make you a happy customer, we are doing this for the first time in our company’s history. Our captain agreed to shift from economy class to first class.!’
Just before the lady said any word as a reply, the air hostess humbly requested the black man and told him, ‘Dear sir, would you please shift your seat to first class? Please retrieve all your personal items from your seat and our captain would like to move you to first class as we don’t really want to have an uncomfortable journey sitting next an unpleasant person, with an ugly mind!‘
The lady was quiet and frozen! A few of the fellow passengers were happy and gave huge applause for the flight crew!
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i like it! seriously
@B@R_0_0_D 