✅Social Media:Telegram: t.me/MrAminEsChBlog: virgool.io/@MrAminEs🎧MrAminEs Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id4989743?country=ir🎧Pandon Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id5619782?country=ir📕Miracle of documenting: https://vrgl.ir/QSVXz📕Finding your life purpose: https://vrgl.ir/oBUIq☕Buy me a coffee: coffeete.ir/mramines📝Story:One day, John walked to his uncle’s ice cream shop. When he reached the sidewalk near the shop, he caught the scent of ice cream cones and anticipated eating some ice cream.Sam opened the door. Uncle John had a new, steel machine. “What is that?”“It’s a cone maker. I built it from a kit. You take flour from the barrel and put it in this pan,” Uncle John said. “Then, add water and sugar here and stir it so the sugar dissolves.Next, you fasten down the beam.” Uncle John wanted to look casual, but he was excited.He made a few swift movements and turned it on. There was a puff of smoke, and then cones came out the other end.“Is it hard to use?” Sam asked.“On the contrary, it’s easy to use. Want to try?”Sam washed his hands with caution. He made a deliberate attempt to keep germs out of the dough. Soon, Sam had his first cone. He smiled in triumph!Uncle John tried to turn the machine off, but it kept making cones. Sam and Uncle John put them on the counter, then on chairs. Before long, cones were scattered all over the floor.They tried everything to stop it, but it wouldn’t stop! “What are we going to do?” he said.“Kick it!” yelled Sam. Uncle John lifted his foot and gave the machine a kick. It made a funny noise and exploded. They were both covered with dough. Uncle John laughed when he knew Sam was OK. He tossed Sam a rag to clean his face and smiled. “I guess we have enough cones now!”Thanks for listening😉💚

✅Social Media:Telegram: t.me/MrAminEsChBlog: virgool.io/@MrAminEs🎧MrAminEs Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id4989743?country=ir🎧Pandon Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id5619782?country=ir📕Miracle of documenting: https://vrgl.ir/QSVXz📕Finding your life purpose: https://vrgl.ir/oBUIq☕Buy me a coffee: coffeete.ir/mramines📝Story:Dear Diary,I am beyond excited! My cousin Ella is coming all the way from England for a visit. We haven’t seen each other for many years. Ella’s plane will land soon, and I want to be a gracious host and get everything ready to welcome my special guest from abroad.The warm temperature in July is just right. Earlier today, I opened the window to let in fresh air and looked outside. The afternoon sky was a brilliant blue, the grass was a fresh emerald green, and the pink roses were in full bloom. It was a stunning display of natural beauty. Ella is coming at the perfect time!I still have to finish cleaning up and then vacuum the carpet. I have already stocked the refrigerator with Ella’s favorite foods. Last night, I set out clean towels and arranged the guest bedroom for Ella. I will set out toiletries and other things soon.I want to go over the activity list for Ella’s visit one last time. I made sure to keep a copy of the list on my desk and also on my computer. I meticulously planned the details for each day so that they are productive and packed with fun-filled activities.I know that Ella loves history, so we will visit the museum on Monday, where there is a special show about architecture in modern cities. We will go to the art gallery on Tuesday and see the latest works of contemporary art. I also want to take Ella to the upper part of town because that is where the best shopping and sales are. Then, we’ll watch Hamlet, a Shakespearean play being performed at the local drama theater.I also want to take Ella on a canoe ride and enjoy the many lakes around the city. We can pack a picnic basket, have lunch at the lake, and enjoy the beautiful weather outside. I am really excited about it because I’ve never been on a canoe ride!There are so many sightseeing opportunities and so much to show Ella, but I also want to spend time at home with Ella so we can both relax and catch up.I’d better run because it’s almost time to pick up Ella at the airport.I can’t wait to see Ella!Love,Gemma.Thanks for listening😉💚

✅Social Media:Telegram: t.me/MrAminEsChBlog: virgool.io/@MrAminEs🎧MrAminEs Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id4989743?country=ir🎧Pandon Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id5619782?country=ir📕Miracle of documenting: https://vrgl.ir/QSVXz📕Finding your life purpose: https://vrgl.ir/oBUIq☕Buy me a coffee: coffeete.ir/mramines📝Story:Since her parents got a divorce, Anna has had to help her mother. In her mother’s absence, Anna takes care of Grace, the baby.At first, Anna thought it was an easy job. One afternoon, Anna played with Grace. She meowed like a cat, and Grace imitated her.In fact, Grace reproduced every sound that Anna made. Anna then took her sister outside. She put Grace in the wagon, but there was nowhere for them to go. So, they went back inside.Anna put the infant on the floor and went into her room. But when she came back, Grace had vanished! Anna looked everywhere, but she could not find her sister. Maybe the baby had been kidnapped! “Where are you?” Anna called aloud.The situation was becoming urgent. She wanted to call her mom, but she didn’t want her to think Anna couldn’t do the job. Anna sat down. What was she going to do? But then, Anna heard something. It was coming from her room. “Grace?” She got down on her knees and looked under the bed. She could see Grace’s bald head. Grace had followed Anna into her room and crept under the bed.“What a relief!” Anna cried. She picked up her sister and patted her on the head. Her head was soft and had no wrinkles. Grace was sucking on her thumb and looked tired. So, Anna wrapped her in a blanket and sang rhymes for her. Then, she put Grace in bed for a nap.After that afternoon, Anna knew that taking care of Grace was not an easy job. It is a lot of work to take care of a baby!Thanks for listening😉💚

✅Social Media:Telegram: t.me/MrAminEsChBlog: virgool.io/@MrAminEs🎧MrAminEs Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id4989743?country=ir🎧Pandon Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id5619782?country=ir📕Miracle of documenting: https://vrgl.ir/QSVXz📕Finding your life purpose: https://vrgl.ir/oBUIq☕Buy me a coffee: coffeete.ir/mramines📝Story:Dalton was a nice boy, but sometimes the other boys made fun of him because he was so tall and skinny. Dalton’s biggest problem was Mitch. He was a bully who boasted about his strength. He quarreled with the other boys. Sometimes, if boys gave Mitch their lunch money, he would have mercy and leave them alone.One day, the boys learned about a special Middle School Olympics. Their gym class was going to be in it. Many kids were excited. But Dalton thought it sounded like torture.That morning, Dalton ate plenty of carbohydrates for breakfast. He entered the gym and looked at the dial on the clock. It was time to begin. The teacher asked if they were ready. Everyone nodded, except Dalton.“I got stung by a bee. I need to see the nurse,” said Dalton. He made this story up so he wouldn’t have to play.“I don’t believe you. Get ready to play,” responded the coach.First, they wrestled. Then, they jumped, crawled, and played other games. But Mitch was dominant in every event.They strained all morning to defeat him. By lunch, the entire team were sore, but they thought they knew how to win. They knew the last game of the day was volleyball. Kids who used to be Dalton’s rivals became his allies. They wanted him to help them beat Mitch. Dalton was going to be Mitch’s opponent.The game started. Every time Mitch tried to hit the ball over the net, Dalton stopped it. Finally, Mitch used all of his strength. But the ball bounced off Dalton’s hands and back into Mitch’s face! Finally, Mitch was defeated.Thanks for listening😉💚

✅Social Media:Telegram: t.me/MrAminEsChBlog: virgool.io/@MrAminEs🎧MrAminEs Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id4989743?country=ir🎧Pandon Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id5619782?country=ir📕Miracle of documenting: https://vrgl.ir/QSVXz📕Finding your life purpose: https://vrgl.ir/oBUIq☕Buy me a coffee: coffeete.ir/mramines📝Story:Joe was a carpenter. He built houses in the highlands. Joe’s wife, Stella, used a needle and thread to sew elegant clothing. She only used beautiful fabric to make clothes.Since they didn’t have a lot of money, they lived in an old shed. Water dripped in when it rained. They had broken chair instead of a couch. But they had coal for heat, and flour from the mill for bread. Together, they trimmed the bushes to make their house look nice. Joe and Stella were poor, but not ashamed. They were happy.Sometimes in the evening, they walked downtown. They looked in store windows and dreamed. Stella wanted a hairbrush with an ivory handle. She pulled her hair upwards every day because she didn’t have a brush to make it nice. Joe wanted to fix his grandfather’s watch.For their anniversary, Stella wanted to get Joe what he wanted. But then she did the arithmetic. It would take at least six months so save enough money. Then, she had an idea. She cut off all of her hair and sold it.Meanwhile, Joe knew that he could never fix his watch. So, he polished it and sold it. He made enough to buy the brush. On their anniversary, the door burst open. Joe was excited to give Stella his gift. But first, Stella gave him the money to fix the watch. When he saw his wife without any hair, he smiled. “I sold my watch to buy you something,” Joe said.He gave her the brush, and she laughed. They were both willing to give up something very special to make each other happy.Thanks for listening😉💚

✅Social Media:Telegram: t.me/MrAminEsChBlog: virgool.io/@MrAminEs🎧MrAminEs Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id4989743?country=ir🎧Pandon Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id5619782?country=ir📕Miracle of documenting: https://vrgl.ir/QSVXz📕Finding your life purpose: https://vrgl.ir/oBUIq☕Buy me a coffee: coffeete.ir/mramines📝Story:A long time ago in Alaska, a dog named Patsy Ann watched the horizon. Every day, she waited by the bay for ships returning from an expedition.Patsy Ann was a brilliant dog, and she was very unique. She was deaf. She couldn’t bark, either. But she used all of her other senses to know when a ship was near.Patsy Ann lived on the streets. Her owners did not want her because she could not hear, so they abandoned her. She found refuge in a fancy hotel. Guests rubbed her back and scratched her chin. Many people gave her food. She became quite overweight.She became very famous. Visitors to Alaska were enthusiastic about meeting her. They brought presents for her. They liked seeing her, and the feeling was mutual. The mayor said Patsy Ann should be called the town’s greeter.The people in town loved Patsy Ann, too, even though she lived on the streets. They were willing to fight to keep her. A new law made all dogs wear a collar and get shots. The mayor received many complaints. People wanted Patsy Ann to be able to stay.One ambitious sailor got people to help. Together, they paid for Patsy Ann to go to the veterinarian. She got her shots and a collar. She could stay.When Patsy Ann died, everyone missed the town’s loyal greeter. So, the mayor hired someone to make a statue of Patsy Ann. He restored the town’s greeter. Now, she stands near the water forever, waiting for ships to come home.Thanks for listening😉💚

✅Social Media:Telegram: t.me/MrAminEsChBlog: virgool.io/@MrAminEs🎧MrAminEs Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id4989743?country=ir🎧Pandon Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id5619782?country=ir📕Miracle of documenting: https://vrgl.ir/QSVXz📕Finding your life purpose: https://vrgl.ir/oBUIq☕Buy me a coffee: coffeete.ir/mramines📝Story:A rich senator lived in a big house. He had more money than anyone in his district. One day, he was sitting on a chair listening to a radio broadcast. As he listened to the news bulletin, a worm crawled from underneath the chair and onto his head.His cook was in the kitchen stirring some spaghetti sauce. Suddenly, a cry from the senator alerted him. He ran to the rear of the house where the senator was sitting.The cook looked and saw the worm. He tried to console the senator. “I’ll take it off right away,” he said.“No!” shouted the senator. “I want you to kill it.”“But it’s only a worm,” the cook said. “Why should we execute it? It hasn’t committed a crime.”The senator could not endure the worm on his head. “Hurry!” he shouted.The cook looked through several drawers but found nothing. Then he ran to the closet and took out a pipe. He returned to the senator and lifted the pipe over his head. He knew he couldn’t just tap the worm. He was going to hit it hard. He grasped the pipe tightly.“What are you waiting for?” said the senator. “Kill it!”The cook swung the pipe at the senator’s head.“Oh, no,” the worm said. “He’s going to chop me in half.” It jumped off the senator’s head.There was a tremendous noise. “Owww!” cried the senator.A bump rose upon his skull. Meanwhile, the worm crawled outside. “That was close,” said the worm. “Instead of being nice, he wanted to hurt me. Now, that man has a big bump on his head.”Thanks for listening😉💚

✅Social Media:Telegram: t.me/MrAminEsChBlog: virgool.io/@MrAminEs🎧MrAminEs Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id4989743?country=ir🎧Pandon Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id5619782?country=ir📕Miracle of documenting: https://vrgl.ir/QSVXz📕Finding your life purpose: https://vrgl.ir/oBUIq☕Buy me a coffee: coffeete.ir/mramines📝Story:Many different cultures have had traditions about the dead. People in places like Ireland, China, Egypt, and Mexico believed that souls needed food.They thought the food nourished them on their journey from cemeteries to heaven. People had to put out good things for souls to eat. However, if the food rotted or spoiled, the soul got mad. The wicked soul might curse the family and make them starve during the winter.In other places, people begged for food on a holiday that remembers the souls of dead saints. People wore disguises with hoods that covered their faces. If they did not get food, they played a trick on the home’s owner. For this reason, the activity is known as “trick-or-treating.” Shortly after people first began trick-or-treating, parents started sending their children to beg on that day.Housewives gave the children food if they performed a song or a dance. When people moved to America from all over the world, they brought this tradition with them. Inhabitants of villages started trick-or-treating in the early 1900s. In 1939, a children’s publication acquainted the whole country with the tradition. It became very popular.Today, trick-or-treaters do not beg for food, and they are not scared of souls. They just enjoy the thrill of dressing up like creatures and getting candy. Ghosts and skeletons are favorite costumes. But some children wear fancy disguises, like pirate costumes.They carry flashlights instead of fires. In some places, children still perform songs or riddles to get candy. But most of the time, they just say, “trick or treat!”Thanks for listening😉💚

✅Social Media:Telegram: t.me/MrAminEsChBlog: virgool.io/@MrAminEs🎧MrAminEs Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id4989743?country=ir🎧Pandon Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id5619782?country=ir📕Miracle of documenting: https://vrgl.ir/QSVXz📕Finding your life purpose: https://vrgl.ir/oBUIq☕Buy me a coffee: coffeete.ir/mramines📝Story:Mike was the smallest child in school. Another boy, Joe always teased Mike. Joe had a large scar on his face from fighting other children. One day, Joe offended Mike when he made fun of Mike’s valentine, Jane. This was disgraceful, but Mike didn’t know how to make Joe stop.That day, Mike walked home down an alley. He found a bunch of wood boards next to a pine tree. He thought to himself, “I could build a decent sled from these. If I let Joe use it, he will be nicer to me and Jane.” He took the wood home.Mike got an ax and cut the wood. He used nails to make sure that the pieces were not loose. As he worked, he bumped his elbow on the boards. The painful sensation made him want to cry. It was a hard chore, but he persisted. He worked overnight. By morning, the sled was finished.Mike called Joe on the telephone. He said, “Hi, Joe. Come over to my house right away.”Joe didn’t know why Mike wanted him to come over. When Joe arrived, Mike told him, “Joe, it irritated me the other day when you said mean things about Jane.You weren’t kidding when you said those mean things. But I’m not like you. I just built this sled, and I’ll let you ride it with me if you are nice.”They became friends, and Joe was grateful that Mike was so nice to him. He learned that it is more fun to be nice than to be mean.Thanks for listening😉💚

✅Social Media:Telegram: t.me/MrAminEsChBlog: virgool.io/@MrAminEs🎧MrAminEs Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id4989743?country=ir🎧Pandon Podcast:https://castbox.fm/channel/id5619782?country=ir📕Miracle of documenting: https://vrgl.ir/QSVXz📕Finding your life purpose: https://vrgl.ir/oBUIq☕Buy me a coffee: coffeete.ir/mramines📝Story:Once, there was a shepherd. Every night, he gathered and counted his sheep. He made sure never to overlook any of them. One night, he saw some wild sheep had joined his herd. He hoped to acquire the newcomers.It snowed that night. In the morning, the shepherd couldn’t take his sheep out of his lodge. Instead, he had to feed them inside. He gave a small amount of wheat to his own sheep. But he gave more of the food to the wild sheep. He thought the extra wheat would discourage them from leaving.It snowed for several days. During that time, the shepherd’s sheep ate very little. The wild sheep, however, ate very well. At last, the snow melted, and they ventured outdoors.As soon as he opened the door of his hut, the wild sheep started to run away.“Wait! This is how you repay me? After I treated you so kindly, why do you run away?” the shepherd asked. His voice was full of hatred. The wild sheep stopped and turned toward the shepherd.“We’re leaving because you fed us better than you own sheep,” one of the wild sheep replied. “You tried to deceive us with your ridiculous plan. Yesterday, you treated us kindly, but tomorrow you might be different. If more wild sheep joined your herd, you would treat us as inferior sheep.”As the wild sheep ran away, the shepherd understood his offense. He knew this awkward situation was his own fault. He had not been a satisfactory caretaker. He was a fake friend to the wild sheep. Because of this, he had neglected his own sheep.Thanks for listening😉💚