Hands up if you are shy …

Oh … sorry, you’re shy like I was so you won’t put your hand up will you?
To be honest, everyone is shy in one form or another.  I can remember watching a hypnosis demonstration a few years back.  It was a man who was a complete maniac on skis. He used to go down the black runs on the slopes and seek out the hardest slopes to ski down; slopes that you and I would consider suicide.
Here was a man who was, in my opinion, incredibly confident and not in the least bit shy.  However, put this man with a woman and ask him to talk to her and he’d turn into a gibbering wreck!  Seriously!
This goes to show you how someone can be supremely confident in one area of their life yet as shy as anything in others.  If you are too shy, then it can have a detrimental effect on your life, both socially and professionally.
So how can you overcome your shyness?

It's easy to fight when everything's right,
And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
It's easy to cheer when victory's near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
It's a different song when everything's wrong.
When you're feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,
Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:

We die to finish school, den die to start college, den die to start working, den die to marry, den die to retire AND finally while dying, we realiase that we forgot something, we forgot to LIVE

ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਦਾ ਦੁਖ ਦੇਖ ਦੇਖ ਦਿਲ ਦਬਦਾ ਦਬਦਾ ਜਾਂਦਾ, 
ਅੰਦਰਲਾ ਪੰਗਰ ਵਗ ਤੁਰਦਾ ਨੈਣੋਂ ਨੀਰ ਵਸਾਂਦਾ; 
ਫਿਰ ਵੀ ਦਰਦ ਨ ਘਟੇ ਜਗਤ ਦਾ ਚਾਹੇ ਆਪਾ ਵਾਰੋ ,
ਪਰ ਪਥਰ ਨਹੀ ਬਣਿਆਂ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਦਰਦ ਦੇਖ ਦੁਖ ਆਂਦਾ |

ਕਯੋਂ ਹੋਇਆ ਤੇ ਕੀਕੂੰ ਹੋਇਆ
ਖੱਪ ਖੱਪ ਮਰੇ ਸਯਾਨੇ,-
ਓਸੇ ਰਾਹ ਪਵੇ ਕਯੋਂ ਜਿੰਦੇ ! ਜਿਸ ਰਾਹ ਪੂਰ ਮੁਹਾਣੇ,
ਭਟਕਣ ਛੱਡ, ਲਟਕ ਲਾ ਇੱਕੋ ਖੀਵੀ ਹੋ ਸੁਖ ਮਾਣੀ,
ਹੋਸ਼ਾਂ ਨਾਲੋ ਮਸਤੀ ਚੰਗੀ ਰਖਦੀ ਸਦਾ ਟਿਕਾਣੇ

ਸਬਾਨ ਲਾ ਲਾ ਧੋਤਾ ਕੋਲਾ,ਦੁਧ ਦਹੀ ਵਿਚ ਪਾਇਆ,
ਖੁੰਬ ਚਾਡ ਰੰਗਣ ਭੀ ਧ੍ਰਆ, ਰੰਗ ਨਾ ਏਸ ਵਟਾਇਆ;
ਵਿਛ੍ੜ ਕੇ ਕਾਲਖ ਸੀ ਆਯੀ ਬਿਨ ਮਿਲ੍ਯਿਆ ਨਹੀ ਲੇਹਂਦੀ: 
ਅੰਗ ਅੱਗ ਦੇ ਲਾਕੇ ਵੇਖੋ ਚ੍ੜ੍ਦਾ ਰੂਪ ਸਵਾਯਿਆ |

A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking "If I wasn't so nice I'd blacken his eye"
With each cookie she took he took one too
And when only one was left she wondered what he'd do
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half
He offered her half as he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought "Oh brother
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude
Why he didn't even show any gratitude"
She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then sought her book which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes
"If mine are here" she moaned with despair
"Then the others were his and he tried to share"
"Too late to apologize she realized with grief"
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Let others lead small lives, but not you.
Let others argue over small things, but not you.
Let others cry over small hurts, but not you.
Let others leave their future in someone else's hands, but not you.

"We go this way but once, O friend of mine So why not make the journey well worthwhile, giving to those who travel with us a helping hand, a word of cheer, a smile? We go this way but once. Ah! never more Can we go back along the self-same way, To get more out of life, undo the wrongs, Or speak love's words we knew but did not say We go this way but once. Then let us make the road we travel blossomy and sweet With helpful, kindly deeds and tender words, Smoothing the path of bruised and stumbling feet