<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407871740397685611</id><updated>2011-09-13T05:07:09.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satyam's Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3407871740397685611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Satyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396317543745501460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQp6sHiC7kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bla_xhlArg4/S220/%256031adfsdf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407871740397685611.post-8886020455809333178</id><published>2011-08-21T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:36:16.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;When i was in my 2nd class a patriotic story which i was listened in RSS SAKHA inspired me a lot. The story gave me the strength to lead my life very successfully even in the way of thrones. Today I&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;know the reason why my heart becoming weak and getting&amp;nbsp;frustrated and feeling very hard. Every materialistic thought making me very very sad. Just thinking to make my life again strong...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3407871740397685611-8886020455809333178?l=true-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8886020455809333178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3407871740397685611/posts/default/8886020455809333178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3407871740397685611/posts/default/8886020455809333178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-heart.html' title='My heart'/><author><name>Satyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396317543745501460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQp6sHiC7kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bla_xhlArg4/S220/%256031adfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407871740397685611.post-5591853947664105356</id><published>2010-12-16T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:49:31.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqIWdgQLsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0JETMpXl5ZY/s1600/Me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqIWdgQLsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0JETMpXl5ZY/s1600/Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqIyHGR2II/AAAAAAAAAGc/HltYFnhf1P0/s1600/DSC00949+modified.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqIyHGR2II/AAAAAAAAAGc/HltYFnhf1P0/s320/DSC00949+modified.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqIy8dlELI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dSgJtTW5LnU/s1600/m_pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqIy8dlELI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dSgJtTW5LnU/s400/m_pic.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqIzpNN56I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QIoYI-GIhC0/s1600/m_PICT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqIzpNN56I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QIoYI-GIhC0/s400/m_PICT.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3407871740397685611-5591853947664105356?l=true-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5591853947664105356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3407871740397685611/posts/default/5591853947664105356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3407871740397685611/posts/default/5591853947664105356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-photos.html' title='My Photos'/><author><name>Satyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396317543745501460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQp6sHiC7kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bla_xhlArg4/S220/%256031adfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqIWdgQLsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0JETMpXl5ZY/s72-c/Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407871740397685611.post-2948534220062739986</id><published>2010-12-16T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:34:18.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Good Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: large;"&gt;Twelve Good Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;               1. Maybe God wants us         to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right         one so that when we finally meet the right person,         we will know how to be grateful for that gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Love is when you take away the feeling, the         passion, and the romance in a relationship and find         out that you still care for that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;               3. When the door of         happiness closes, another opens but often times we         look so long at the closed door that we don't see         the one which has been opened for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit         on a porch and swing with never say a word, and then         walk away feeling like it was the best conversation         you've ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It's true that we don't know what we've got until         we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know         what we've been missing until it arrives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6.         There are things you'd love to hear that you would         never hear from the person who you would like to         hear from, but don't be so deaf as not to hear it         from the one who says it from their heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqFyikiy2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4gac-lIVlps/s1600/GoodThoughts.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="103" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqFyikiy2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4gac-lIVlps/s320/GoodThoughts.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;7. Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't go         for wealth, in the end it fades away. Go for someone         who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to         make a dark day seem bright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dream what you want to dream, go where you want         to go, be what you want to be, because you have only         one life and one chance to do all the things you         want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A careless word may kindle strife, a cruel word         may wreck a life, a timely word may level stress, a         loving word may heal and bless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The happiest of people don't necessarily have         the best of everything, they just make the most of         everything that comes along their way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Happiness lies for those who cry, those who         hurt, those who have searched and those who have         tried, for only they can appreciate the importance         of people who have touched their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The brightest future will always be based on a         forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until         you let go of your past failures and heartaches.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3407871740397685611-2948534220062739986?l=true-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2948534220062739986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/2010/12/twelve-good-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3407871740397685611/posts/default/2948534220062739986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3407871740397685611/posts/default/2948534220062739986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/2010/12/twelve-good-thoughts.html' title='Twelve Good Thoughts'/><author><name>Satyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396317543745501460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQp6sHiC7kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bla_xhlArg4/S220/%256031adfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqFyikiy2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4gac-lIVlps/s72-c/GoodThoughts.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407871740397685611.post-3738025825087766211</id><published>2010-12-16T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:29:15.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The   Value   Of   A    Smile   :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: medium;"&gt;he          &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: x-large;"&gt;          V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: medium;"&gt;alue          &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: x-large;"&gt;          O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: medium;"&gt;f          &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: x-large;"&gt;          A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: medium;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: x-large;"&gt;          S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: medium;"&gt;mile&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;           :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;               The value of a smile         is priceless, yet it is the cheapest, easiest, most         rewarding and most sincere gift to anyone that         crosses your path. A smile makes a person's day,         anybody's day even a stranger's day. A smile is         infectious. Start infecting people with your smile         today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;               A smile is nature's         best antidote for discouragement. It brings rest to         the weary, sunshine to those who are sad, and hope         to those who are hopeless and defeated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqEeNIEVdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QJm-wyBahCg/s1600/smiley+face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqEeNIEVdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QJm-wyBahCg/s320/smiley+face.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A         smile is so valuable that it can't be bought,         begged, borrowed, or taken away against your will.         You have to be willing to give a smile away before         it can do anyone else any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if someone is too tired or grumpy to flash you a         smile, let him have one of yours anyway. Nobody         needs a smile as much as the person who has none to         give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3407871740397685611-3738025825087766211?l=true-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3738025825087766211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/2010/12/value-of-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3407871740397685611/posts/default/3738025825087766211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3407871740397685611/posts/default/3738025825087766211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/2010/12/value-of-smile.html' title='The   Value   Of   A    Smile   :)'/><author><name>Satyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396317543745501460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQp6sHiC7kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bla_xhlArg4/S220/%256031adfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQqEeNIEVdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QJm-wyBahCg/s72-c/smiley+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407871740397685611.post-5458096365358867430</id><published>2010-12-16T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:21:54.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story that Inspired me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DETERMINATON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 1883, a creative engineer      named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge      connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts      throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told      Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not      practical. It had never been done before. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roebling could not ignore the      vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time      and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share      the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed      to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge      in fact could be built. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Working together for the      first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be      accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement      and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they      hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The project started well, but      when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took      the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain      amount of &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bolder; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bolder; position: static;"&gt;brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bolder; position: static;"&gt;damage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk      or even move.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We told them so."&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy men and their crazy dreams."&lt;br /&gt;"It`s foolish to chase wild &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bolder; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bolder; position: static;"&gt;visions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone had a negative      comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the      Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In      spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a      burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as      ever. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He tried to inspire and pass      on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the      task. As he lay on his bed in his &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bolder; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bolder; position: static;"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; room, with the sunlight streaming      through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart      and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a      moment. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It seemed that there was a      message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do      was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving      this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He touched his wife's arm      with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers      again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers      what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For 13 years Washington      tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife's arm, until the      bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands      in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit      and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a      tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man      who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible      monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years      patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to      do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perhaps this is one of the      best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical      handicap and achieves an impossible goal. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Often when we      face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in      comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us      that dreams that seem impossible can be realised with determination and      persistence, no matter what the odds are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even the most distant &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bolder; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bolder; position: static;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      can be realized with determination and persistence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3407871740397685611-5458096365358867430?l=true-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5458096365358867430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-that-inspired-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3407871740397685611/posts/default/5458096365358867430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3407871740397685611/posts/default/5458096365358867430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true-heart.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-that-inspired-me.html' title='Story that Inspired me...'/><author><name>Satyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396317543745501460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WKj1tk9nXQ/TQp6sHiC7kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bla_xhlArg4/S220/%256031adfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
