I am blessed

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An inspiring incident of Arthur Ashe. The legendary Wimbledon Player who was dying of AIDS, which he got due to Infected Blood he received during a Heart Surgery in 1983! During his illness, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed :

" Why did God have to select you for such a bad disease ? "

To this Arthur Ashe replied :

50 Million children started playing Tennis,
5 Million learnt to play Tennis,
500 000 learnt Professional Tennis,
50 Thousand came to Circuit,
5 Thousand reached Grand Slam,
50 reached Wimbledon,
4 reached the Semifinals,
2 reached the Finals and
When I was holding the cup in my hand, I never asked God:
" Why Me ? "

So now that I'm in pain how can I ask God:
" Why Me ? "

Happiness keeps us Sweet !
Trials keep us Strong !
Sorrows keep us Human !
Failure keeps us Humble !
Success keeps us Glowing !
But only, Faith keeps us Going !
Sometimes we are not satisfied with our lives, while many people in this world are dreaming of living our life. A child on a farm sees a plane fly overhead dreams of flying, while a pilot on the plane sees the farmhouse and dreams of returning home. That's life ! Enjoy own. Feel blessed for what we are and where we are with what we have.

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