That was a olympic games for Mentally challenged children. It was a running race.Once the race started all started running..but all of a sudden a girl fell down. At that time what happened was..all the particpants stop running go back make the girl to stand..and make her laugh and start running with her happily..A wonderful lesson from this event for Mentally healthy person was Humanity is important than anything.... Its a lesson from mentally retarded children to mentally healthy person...
Our attitudes as a youngster change when we grow up and when we begin to play different kinds of roles in our lives. As a school going girl, I used to be very shy and talked less outside. But I was a very talkative girl in class. Even in my LKG Report card, the remarks were "Very Talkative in class". The shyness in me created inhibitions also and I never used to like my mother or father coming to my school (after 6th standard). But they used to come together or either of ...
Updated 11th May 2011 at 02:45 PM by jayashree s kumar
My son is going to be 4 years old in another 15 days. As the kids grow, so does the problems of that age. He in general, is a shy boy. It takes time for him to mingle with new friends. He never picks up a fight on first hand and mostly give his tears as return when some other kid fights or hurts him. And most time I found that he cried not because of pain or wound in his body, but because of the emotional breakdown, that he was not liked by his friend and there by attacked by the friend (I mean, ...
"God could not be everywhere,so he created "Mothers"." How i miss my childhood,when my mother used to feed me along with my brother.The rainy days when she used to carry our bags also and hold our hands too and take us to school.How she used to sew beautiful frocks for me. Always inspiring me to move ahead in life. How she still cares for everybody's needs,even if she feels tired. I learnt from my mother,to love,to care,to give selflessly. i may not become ...
My son took a book and ran to me, "Amma please read me stories". Though bored to do the job, I started reading and explained him the stories with action. The story was.... Once upon a time, there lived two goats named Bob and Rob. They both were good and thick friends. They always used to roam and gaze together. They never go alone from each other. One day, a fox saw these friends. He felt his taste buds longing to taste their flesh. But he was damn sure that cannot attack ...
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