WORKING for SAFE & BETTER WORLD

Greeting every one working with patients all over this small world. I hope every one having Good Health which became No.1 Target for me and my group.

Priorly www.lap-surg.com has now become www.lap-surg.info, and was Ist for medical students and residents under training. Now this site is meant for Patients all over & health care providers, Health care Companies, Myself and a Small Group in the Middle East has seen and studied Health Care Systems in different Countries.

It was Shocking to us the difference in GDP Spending between developed and developing countries which made us think where G8 Countries & UN Form all that. Why people are dying from hunger in Africa or the Middle east or in other Countries, just login into UN or care.org of human rights watch, you will know what I am talking about, for which I build up this website, as a medium to exchange information and health education to People, teaching them their rights, especially in 3rd World Countries and all over the world .

I do Acknowledge the extensive work done by G8 and other Groups & we are all grateful to them, but we need to work as one group, A Team, and be very transparent to each other, and all organizations should unite in this Humanitarian task and bridge the Gap slowly and surely and we can save the world. So does the next generation do not blame us, as we all have children.

Dr. M. Nidal Ashoor
Surgeon & Human Rights Activist

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This site for every one who respect Humanity

"Lend A Hand & Change Lives"

The Helping Movement

The Helping Movement is continuing to gain momentum and is proving to be an effective and easy to use resource for people in need as well as providing volunteers a unique opportunity to help their community on an individual basis.

Just recently a local Ithaca resident, Helen, was given until the end of March to remove all of her collected life belongings from her basement or her landlord would have been forced to dispose of the items due to fire code issues. These items meant the world to Helen and to lose any of them would have been devastating.

After extensive searching for a place to store her belongings she was able to secure an affordable storage unit; but her next challenge was moving a completely full basement across town without access to a truck or manpower.

Helen contacted the Helping Movement and explained her dilemma. The Helping Movement was able to recruit six volunteers, including myself, and one truck to move her belongings the morning of March 29th. We arrived at 9:30am and the smile on Helen’s face was amazing.

She was so taken back by the amount of support total strangers were willing to give her without asking for anything in return. The entire move took only about five hours, but the experience will be remembered for a lifetime.

"Lesson in life"

A Mental Cry for Help

Last week I went to the store to recharge my cell phone credit. I only had 50 pesos and so I spent all the money I had available in cash. Once I paid, I realized there was this little kid crying because his mom had sent him to the store to buy orange juice, but once he paid for it, the bottle fell off his hands and he broke it, spilling the juice around.

He was crying begging to the cashier to change him the juice bottle because his mom was going to spank him. The lady said so un-politely "I am not changing the bottle! It was your fault! pay for another one!"

So there I was, without any cash and I couldn't help this little boy! I felt so sad about this situation, and I thought I couldn't do anything.

I left the store feeling bad about it and then I went back, I really wanted to help the boy. I decided to tell the cashier that I was gonna leave my cell phone with her while I went back home to grab some cash to pay for the bottle of juice. When I entered the store, another lady had already purchased the juice bottle for the boy!

And so, I think that somehow, with my intention, I cried for help and my spiritual guides connected my cry to another helpful lady and helped the little boy. Thanks to HER!!!

"Lesson in life"

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.
The last class I had to take was Sociology.

The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.

Her last project of the term was called, ' Smile. '

The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake,
literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.

It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then
even my husband did.

I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.

As I turned around I smelled a horrible ' dirty body ' smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.

As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was ' smiling ' .

His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.

He said, ' Good day ' as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.

The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.

I held my tears as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.

He said, ' Coffee is all Miss ' because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).

Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.

That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.

I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.

I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.

He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, ' Thank you. '

I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, ' I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope. '

I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, ' That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope. '

We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in ' my project ' and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, ' Can I share this? ' I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE. There is an Angel sent to watch over you. In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want watched over. An Angel wrote: Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. To handle yourself, use your head. To handle others, use your heart. God Gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.

"Lunch With God"

LUNCH WITH GOD

A

little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived. He packed his suitcase with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey.

When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park, just staring at some pigeons. They boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her some chips. She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.

Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Again she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat.

There all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.

As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, what did you do today that made you so happy?

He replied, ‘I had lunch with God’ But before his mother could respond, he added you know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!’

Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, ‘Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy? She replied! ‘I ate potato chips in the part with God’ However, before her son responded, she added, ‘You know, he’s much younger than I expected.’

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of.

Which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime1 Embrace all equally!’

"Let us help all the less fortunate children around the world"

"LEND A HAND & HELP SAVE THE LIVES OF LESS FORTUNATE CHILDREN ALL OVER THE WORLD,ACT NOW & MAKE A DIFFERENCE,EVEN SMALLEST ACT COUNTS"



There is a growing epidemic in Africa that needs serious attention. It is that of children that have been orphaned as a result of AIDS. Today there are over 34 million orphans in Africa. Of those 34 million, over 11 million have been orphaned as a direct result of their parents succumbing to AIDS. In fact, more than 8 out of every 10 children in the world whose parents have died of AIDS live in Africa. In the last 10 years alone, the percentage of children who have been orphaned due to AIDS has risen at an alarming rate from 3.5% to 32%. This tragedy has far greater reaching effects than just that of the children. The burden of raising these children falls on other family members or to orphanages whose funds are severely over-stretched already.

That's where Heart 4 Heart comes in. The primary focus of the Heart 4 Heart Foundation is on easing the financial burden of raising these children through donations made to several organizations and foundations including Children of Hope. These donations come from funds that have been raised through efforts by the "Congress of Kids," the creative arm of Heart 4 Heart. This group of philanthropic-minded young people have set their hearts on answering God's call to help those less fortunate around the world. The ingenuity by which they accomplish this is turning heads and many others are beginning to get on board. As God begins to bless the efforts of these kids who answer His call, let's not forget to thank Him for the ones that are truly being blessed... the orphaned children of Africa.

"A Very Inspiring Story"...about 2 filipino children

Written last November 2006. I thought of sharing this with the rest. :)

I was on my way home today when I noticed two children sleeping on the streetside while people pass them by. They were clad in ragged clothes,sharing a worn-out small blanket covering them as they soundly slept on a cardboard.The little girl and presumably her younger brotherlooked tired and oblivious to the surrounding. Even the heat of the sun. People who passed them by watched - most probably shared on common emotion at the sight: Pity.

Yet not one ever bothered to stop.I was tempted to walk away and go straight home because I was so sleepyand hungry yet but I thought that it couldn't hurt to take a closer look.Out of the blue, I just found myself bending on my kneesto wake them up to ask if they're okay. A lady who was probably one of the students in a nearby university bent beside me to look too.The little girl sat up, shaking the little boy beside her lightly. I asked where their parents are and she said that her mom died and they don't know where their father was.

The young woman beside me asked them who'staking care of them and the child said that their grandmother has been taking care of them but they couldn't get home because they had no transportation fare - the profit from the bananas that they sold did not suffice. Fortunately enough, she does know where her grandma is at.We told them to get up because we're bringing them to Jollibee (it's a fastfood restau Filipino version of McDonald's).

The children literally beamed. Every child wants Jollibee afterall!"This is going to be the first time that we'll eat here," the little girl said enthusiastically.You can never imagine how that statement touched me. I looked at Helena and she smiled back - perhaps equally touched as I was.We got the two children a hearty meal of chicken, spaghetti, mango pies and a chocomilk. Helena and I got ourselves some pancakes and corned beef.The kids grabbed the food in a heartbeat and I wondered when was the last time that they actually had a decent meal.

It made me tell myself onceagain that I should count my blessings.Helena, apparently, is a working student who came from a modest background that's why the sight of the two children sleeping on the streets had completely bothered her. She said that her family once went on days without eating rice -just cooking the leafy vegetables in their farm backyard until it wasn't enough.For me, the sight of these two children, hungryand lying in that cold cement was beyond pity. It was the thought that God gifted us with a sense of compassion for others as a beginning. How many of us feel compassion towards a homeless person...yet merely shaking our heads? Why not act upon that very essential emotion that God endowed us with?Our compassion for others remains useless if we merely settle at feeling the emotion, not acting on it.

No one is too broke or too weak to help another, afterall.Helena was strengthened by her experiences having given her the very essential empathy.She understood what these children felt because she experienced it herself. Amazing how our God works? Some of us might not understand why trials befall us...why some us need to go hungry...why some of usneed to be sick. Sometimes, we fail to realize that these obstacles are meant to turn us into better individuals - stronger, wiser, and more appreciative of what we have...eventually helping us understand the way to heaven."This tastes sooo good," the little boy smiled up at us."Because Jesus loves you," I smiled back, "

What is your name, little one?""Gabriel," he hesitated. Gabriel,
although he pronounced it as GAb-reyel.An angel.

The little girl's name is Joanna.Reminds me of Joan of Arc. ;)
Joanna is eight and the Gabriel, five.

When we finished eating, Helena volunteered to take the children home. We got them some take-outs to bring home and a small amount which I know would not suffice forever, but would help them now and today. I told Helena that I was so blessed to have met her...and she told me that she knows she'll see me again soon.I took a ride back home. A feeling of warmth washed over me. Today alone, I met not one, but three angels. I can't wait for tomorrow.I'll remember to include this in one of the bedtime stories that I will share with my children one day.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Compassion is a gift but it will be heaven if it is only a beginning."