Judging Others!!!

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Can u judge who is the better person out of these 3 ?

Mr A - He had friendship with bad politicians, consults astrologers, two wives, chain smoker, drinks eight to 10 times a day.

Mr B - He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps till noon, used opium in college & drinks whiskey every evening.

Mr C - He is a decorated war hero,a vegetarian, doesn't smoke , doesn't drink  and never cheated on his wife.

You would want Mr.C rite.

















But..
Mr. A was Franklin Roosevelt!

Mr. B was Winston Churchill!!

Mr C Was ADOLF HITLER!!! 

Strange but true..
Its risky to judge anyone by his habits !
Character is a complex phenomenon.

So every person in ur life is important ,don't judge them ,accept them.
👌 Three beautiful thoughts  

1. None can destroy iron, but its own rust can! 
Likewise, none can destroy a person, but his own mindset can.


2. Ups and downs in life are very important to keep us going, because a straight line even in an E.C.G. means we are not alive.



3. The same Boiling Water that hardens the egg, Will Soften the Potato!



It depends upon Individual's reaction To stressful circumstances!



Beautiful saying ---
Mobile has taught us three things ....
Whatever makes you happy  -- save it.....
Whatever makes others happy -- forward it.....
Whatever will make no one happy -- Delete it....

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