Best Motivational story

There  was  a  man  who  made  a  living  selling  balloons  at  a  fair.  He  had  all  colors  of  balloons, including red, yellow, blue, and green. Whenever business was slow, he would release a helium-filled balloon into the air and when the children saw it go up, they all 
wanted to buy one. They would come up to him, buy a balloon, and his sales would go up again. He continued this process all day. One day, he felt someone tugging at his jacket. He turned around and saw a little boy who asked, "If you release a black balloon, would 
that also fly?" Moved by the boy's concern, the man replied with empathy, "Son, it is not  the color of the balloon, it is what is inside that makes it go up."

The same thing applies to our lives. It is what is inside that counts. The thing inside of us that makes us go up is our attitude. 
Have  you  ever  wondered  why  some  individuals,  organizations,  or  countries  are  more successful than others? 
It is not a secret. These people simply think and act more effectively. They have learned how to do so by investing in the most valuable asset--people. I believe that the success  of an individual, organization or country, depends on the quality of their people.
If people had  better  attitudes,  they'd  be  better  team  players,  and  it'd  cut  down  waste,  improve  loyalty and, in general, make their company a great place to work.

Someone once approached Blaise Pascal, the famous French philosopher and said, "If I had your brains, I would be a better person." Pascal replied, "Be a better person and you  will have my brains."

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It Will Take Just 1 Minute To Read This And Change Your Thinking

It Will Take Just 1 Minute To Read This And Change Your Thinking

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present."

A teacher was dying, but still he was cheerful and kind...

A teacher was dying, but still he was cheerful and kind...

A teacher was dying, but still he was cheerful and kind. Students were gathering around his deathbed.
– Ask. While I’m still here, I can help you somehow.

And he was showered with questions… The teacher listened to them and started crying.

– You ruined my feast, dear ones! Now I see that I was a bad mentor… Fine, I will try to fix it in the last minutes of my life.

And he said the following:

– Every morning I would wake up with a smile on my face. 

A teacher was dying, but still he was cheerful and kind...

I would meet the day, as though it was the first and the last day of my life and I would accept everything it offered me with gratitude. I was happy for every meeting with you, as though it was the first and the last meeting, and every time you would open to me as a new world.

 I would pray as though it was my first and last prayer that God will hear from me – it was necessary not to forget anything or anyone. 

I would work with pleasure and to exhaustion, as though I would never have to work again. I would look with a smile of admiration at every creation of God, as though I saw them the first and the last time. I always lived for that one day: I had to live it right, as though it was the only day of my life. 

I longed for the meeting with the Creator so much that I did everything so I would be worthy of meeting Him. Looking back at my Way, I look for mistakes – but I can’t find them.
Now it’s your turn to look.