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Compiled By
Brigadier Shahid Riaz
Sitara-i-Imtiaz (Military), (Retired)

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This Book Contains Inspirational, Motivational &

Encouraging Stories.


For My Children,
Who Continue To Astonish Me
With Their
Rsilience, Patience & Love


The Contents Of This Book Have Been Selected

From Various Internet Sites.
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Abraham Lincoln's Letter 8 A Brother's Hands 9
To Headmaster
A Fascinating Story 11 A Glass Of Milk 12
A Mothers Love 13 A Wonderful Story 14
All The Time In The World 15 Build A Bridge 16
Bend, But Don't Break 17 Butch O'Hare 18
Care 20 Perseverance 21
Cure For Sorrow 23 Cut The Rope 24
Dad's Eyes 25 Desire 27
Disciple Hood 29 Don't Wait 31
A Way Of Love 33 Ears 34
Case Study In Emotional 36 Existence Of God 37
Dr. Tony Campolo In His 38 Flowers On The Bus 39
Book, "Carpe Diem"
Flying First Class 41 Flying 42
For Daddy 44 Gold And Diamond 45
How To Stop Gossip, 46 Grandpa's Table 47
Rumour And Backbiting
Growing Good Corn 48 Having To Pick One Only 49
He Needed Me 50 Help 51
How Great Love Is 52 Is Your Hut Burning? 53
Just A Little Smile 54 Keep Your Eyes Open 55
Keep Your Goals In Sight 56 Let The Light Shine 57
Letting Go 59 Live Or Work 60
Looks Can Be Deceiving 61 Nails In The Fence 63
Never Lose Your Value 64 Obstacles And 65
One Friendly Act 66 Our Parents 68
Rat Trap 70 Read It Carefully, Very 71
Refusing To Accept 73 Rest Smart 74
Rocking With Me 75 Run Through The Rain 76
Sand Writing 78 Scars 79
Seven Wonders Of The 80 Sleeping Through The 81
World Storm
Slow Down 82 Small Things That Make A 83
Big Difference
Special Olympics 84 Special Orders 85
Stone Soup Story 86 Struggle 87
The Builder 88 The Cherry Tree 89
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The Chicken 90 The Circus 91

The Cookies 92 The Devoted Son 93
The Disabled Bus Driver 95 The Grocery List 97
The House Of 1000 98 The King's Highway 99
The Little Boy Asks The 100 The Most Caring Child 101
Meaning Of Life
The Mountain Story 102 The Mountain 103
The Power Of Words 104 The Red Light Special 105
The Smile 106 The Scorpion & The Turtle 107
The Story Of A Clown 108 The Teacher 109
The View 112 The Wallet 113
The Wolves Within 117 Three Powerful Words 118
Unconditional Love 119 Understanding And 120
Weakness Or Strength 121 Mother 122
Reward 123 God's Perfection 124
Who Packed Your 126 Wise Woman 127
You Are Wonderful 128 The Cracked Water Jar 129
Shake It Off 130 Think For Others 131
We'll see... 132 Playing A Violin With 133
Three Strings
Can You See God? 135 The Real Meaning Of 136
Live Free 137 A Stranger At My Home 138
Think About This.... 140 Give This A thought 142
To All Mothers And 143 A Lesson In Heart 145
Roles And How We Play 146 Catch Of A Lifetime 147
The Emperor's Seed 148 Choose A Way to Win The 150
Dont We All 153 Be Patient 155
Determination 156 Parable Of The Pencil 158
The Buzzard, The Bat, 159 A True Story 160
And The Bumblebee
Change Your Strategy 162 Smile 163
A Little Bit Of Joy 165 Selflessness 168
When You Thought I 169 With A Little Help 170
Wasnt Looking
That's Not My Job 171 Are You A Carrot, An Egg 172
Or Coffee Bean?
Dust If You Must 174 A Life Worth Saving 175
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A Simple Gesture 176 If And When 178

The Illusion Of Reflection 180 A winner Is NOT One Who 182
Fear 184 The Flower And The Tree 187
Lion, Rats, Snake & The 189 The Rose Within 190
Hatred Than Love 191 The Perfect Heart 193
Fight Back 194 Lessons From Geese 195
Marathon 196 The Illiterate Farmer 197
The Origin Of The 198 Dont Let Sorrow In! 199
Moonlight Sonata
The Tremendous Power 200 He Is Always There To 201
Of Attitude Meet Me!
Rockefellers Assets 202 The Secret Of Success 203
Garden Or Garbage 204 The Door Without A 205
The Elixir Of Love 206 End Out Your Best! 207
Thank You God 208 You Are Rich 209
The Smart Thing To Do 210 Unfolding A Rose 211
A Lesson From Disabled 212 The Boy And The Dog 213
Attitude 214 The Woodcutter 216
No Problem 217 Life 218
Love 219 Hat Seller Modern Story 221
If I Live Again 222 Thought 223
Perspective 224 Happiness Follows 225
The Star Thrower 226 Soap Case Study 227
Struggle 228 Very True 229
Fresh Fish 230 Learning To Get Back Up 232
Commitment 233 Macarthurs Prayer For His 234
True Love 235 The Wise King 236
The Dilemma 239 The Imp And The Crust 241
Attitude And Perception 244 Corporate Lessons 246
To All Mothers And 249 Law Of Seeds 251
Untiring Love 252 The Faithful Dog And The 253
Hold And Carry On 254 Motivation 255
Roses And Thorns 256 A Salty Love Story 257
Knowing Where To Tap 259 A Management Lesson 260
Lessons On Life 261 Long Live Parents 262
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Better to Give 264 The Law of the Garbage 265

Confidence 267 Dont Be Taken In By The 268
Rat Race
Even Friendship Has Its 269 Respect Follows Service 270
The Turtles 271 The Frogs 272
Two Monks And A Pretty 273 Make The Difference! 274
Three Wishes Of 275 Perspective 277
Power of Words 278 Essence Of Relationship 279
Play Wise, Play Fool 280 Why God Allows Pain 281
Contentment 282 Become A Lake 283
Lesson Of Life 284 Think Simple, Live simple 285
Self Appraisal 286 Law Of The Garbage 287
Do You Hate Someone? 288 Four Words 289
Scattered Paper 290 Play Wise, Play Fool To 291
Achieve Goal

Pride And Glory 292 The Mental Chain 293

Scholar and His Disciple 294 Fable Of The Porcupine 295
Hell & Heaven 296 The Rotten Tomatoes 297
Perception 298 A Heart Touching Story 300
Eight Lies Of A Mother 301 Story of Appreciation 303
Life & Priorities 306 Eye Opening 307
Suspended Coffee 309 14 One Line Stories 310
Cockroach Theory 312 What Makes Man Wealthy 313
School Letter To Parents 315 Old Chinese Wisdom 316
A life is lived in an instant 317 Kill that Cow 319
My Wish 321

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Wisdom Pearls 8

Abraham Lincoln's Letter to Headmaster

A letter written by Abraham Lincoln to the Headmaster of a school in
which his son was studying. It contains an advice, which is still
relevant today for executives, workers, teachers, parents and

"He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just and are not
true. But teach him if you can the wonder of books... but also give him
quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in
the sun and flowers on a green hillside.

In school, teach him it is far more honourable to fall than to cheat...

Teach to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him he is

Teach him to be gentle with gentlepeople and tough with the tough.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when
everyone getting on the bandwagon...

Teach him to listen to all men; but teach him also to filter all he hears
on a screen of truth, and take only the good that comes through.

Teach him, if you can how to laugh when he is sad... Teach him there
is no shame in tears.

Teach him to scoff at cynics and to be aware of too much sweetness.

Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to highest bidders, but never to
put a price on his heart and soul. Teach him to close his ears to a
howling mob... and stand and fight if thinks he is right.

Treat him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire
makes fine steel. Let him have the courage to be impatient. Let him
have the patience to be brave. Teach him always to have sublime
faith in himself, because then he will have faith in humankind.

This is a big order, but see what you can do. He is such a fine little
fellow my son!

- Abraham Lincoln"
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A Brother's Hands
Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a
family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food
on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a
goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his
trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighbourhood.
Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the
Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent
for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be
financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two
boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser
would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support
his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother
who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would
support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his
artwork or, if necessary, also by labouring in the mines. They tossed a
coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss
and went off to Nuremberg.

Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four
years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost
an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his
oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the
time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his
commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a
festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant
homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with
music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honoured position at the
head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years
of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfil his ambition. His closing
words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your
turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will
support you."

All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where
Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered
head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated over and over,
"No ... no ... no ... no."
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Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced
down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his
hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot
go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look, look what four years in
the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have
been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from
arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to
return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or
canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ... for me it is too late."

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's

hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches,
watercolours, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in
every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like
most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works.
More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a
reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, long ago, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had
sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused
hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He
called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world
almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and
renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."
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A Fascinating Story
A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a
homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and
walked timidly without an appointment into the president of Harvard's
outer office. The secretary could tell in a moment that such
backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably
didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge.

She frowned. "We want to see the president," the man said softly.
"He'll be busy all day," the secretary snapped. "We'll wait," the lady
replied. For hours, the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple
would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't. And the
secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president,
even though it was a chore she always regretted to do. "Maybe if they
just see you for a few minutes, they'll leave," she told him. And he
sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance
obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, but he detested
gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.
The president, stern-faced with dignity, strutted toward the couple.
The lady told him, "We had a son that attended Harvard for one year.
He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was
accidentally killed. And my husband and I would like to erect a
memorial to him, somewhere on campus."

The president was not touched; he was shocked. "Madam," he said

gruffly. "We can't put up a statue for every person who attended
Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery".
"Oh, no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to erect a statue.
We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard." The
president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and
homespun suit, and then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any
earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a
half million dollars in the physical plant at Harvard." For a moment the
lady was silent. The president was pleased. He could get rid of them
now. And the lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it
costs to start a University? Why don't we just start our own?" Her
husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and
bewilderment. And Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away,
travelling to Palo Alto, California where they established the
University that bears their name, a memorial to a son that Harvard no
longer cared about.

"You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat
those who can do nothing for them or to them."
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A Glass of Milk
One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay
his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he
was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.
However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the
door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he
looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly,
and then asked, "How much do I owe you?" "You don't owe me
anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for
a kindness." He said..."Then I thank you from my heart." As Howard
Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith
in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and

Year's later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors
were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in
specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in
for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came
from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went
down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's
gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back
to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life.
From that day he gave special attention to the case. After a long
struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office
to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, and then
wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She
feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to
pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention
on the side of the bill. She read these words... "Paid in full with one
glass of milk"
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A Mothers Love
A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while
she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had
been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read
it, and this is what it said:

For cutting the grass: $5.00

For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75

Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see
the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen,
turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for
No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through
the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread and for the worries I knew
were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge.

When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there
were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and
said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in
great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL".
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A Wonderful Story
A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white
beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said,
"I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in
and have something to eat."
"Is the man of the house home? they asked.
"No", she replied. "He's out."
"Then we cannot come in", they replied.
In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had
"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"
The woman went out and invited the men in"
"We do not go into a House together," they replied.
"Why is that?" she asked.
One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing
to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is
Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss
with your husband which one of us you want in your home."
The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her
husband was overjoyed. "How nice!! he said. "Since that is the case,
let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"
His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"
Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the
house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be
better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"
"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his
wife. "Go out and invite Love to be our guest."
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is
Love? Please come in and be our guest."

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also
got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and
Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?" The old men
replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two
of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He
goes, we go with him.

Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"

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All the Time in the World

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a
bench near a playground. "That's my son over there," she said,
pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the

"He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my son on the swing
in the blue sweater." Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son.
"What do you say we go, Todd?"

Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please, just five more
minutes." The man nodded and Todd continued to swing to his heart's

Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his son,
"Time to go now?" Again Todd pleaded, "Five more minutes Dad,
Just five more minutes." The man smiled and said, "Okay."

"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded. The
man smiled and then said, "My older son Tommy was killed by a
drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never
spent much time with Tommy and now I'd give anything for just five
more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with
Todd. "He thinks he has five more minutes to swing. The truth is . . . I
get five more minutes to watch him play."
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Build a Bridge
Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into
conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side,
sharing machinery, and trading labour and goods as needed without
a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small
misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it
exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of
silence. One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it
to find a man with a carpenter's toolbox. "I'm looking for a few days
work, he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and
there I could help with? Could I help you?"

"Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for you. Look across the
creek at that farm. That's my neighbour; in fact, it's my younger
brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his
bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us.
Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll go him one better.
See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build me a fence--
an 8-foot fence--so I won't need to see his place or his face anymore."

The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the
nails and the posthole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases

The older brother had to go to town, so he helped the carpenter get

the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter
worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing. About sunset
when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The
farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence
there at all. It was a bridge--a bridge stretching from one side of the
creek to the other! A fine piece of work handrails and all--and the
neighbour, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand

"You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done."
The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met
in the middle, taking each other's hand. They turned to see the
carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder.

"No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said
the older brother.

"I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, "but I have many more
bridges to build."
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Bend, but Don't Break

One of my fondest memories as a child is going by the river and
sitting idly on the bank. There I would enjoy the peace and quiet,
watch the water rush downstream, and listen to the chirps of birds
and the rustling of leaves in the trees. I would also watch the bamboo
trees bend under pressure from the wind and watch them return
gracefully to their upright or original position after the wind had died

When I think about the bamboo tree's ability to bounce back or return
to its original position, the word resilience comes to mind. When used
in reference to a person this word means the ability to readily recover
from shock, depression or any other situation that stretches the limits
of a person's emotions.

Have you ever felt like you are about to snap? Have you ever felt like
you are at your breaking point? Thankfully, you have survived the
experience to live to talk about it.

During the experience you probably felt a mix of emotions that

threatened your health. You felt emotionally drained, mentally
exhausted and you most likely endured unpleasant physical

Life is a mixture of good times and bad times, happy moments and
unhappy moments. The next time you are experiencing one of those
bad times or unhappy moments that take you close to your breaking
point then bend but don't break. Try your best not to let the situation
get the best of you.

A measure of hope will take you through the unpleasant ordeal. With
hope for a better tomorrow or a better situation, things may not be as
bad as they seem to be. The unpleasant ordeal may be easier to deal
with if the end result is worth having.

If the going gets tough and you are at your breaking point, show
resilience like the bamboo tree, bend, but don't break!
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Butch O'Hare
During the course of World War II, many people gained fame in one
way or another. One man was Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot
assigned to an aircraft carrier in the Pacific. One time his entire
squadron was assigned to fly a particular mission. After he was
airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had
forgotten to top off his fuel tank. Because of this, he would not have
enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His
flight leader told him to leave formation and return. As he was
returning to the mother ship, he could see a squadron of Japanese
Zeroes heading toward the fleet to attack. And with all the fighter
planes gone, the fleet was almost defenceless. His was the only
opportunity to distract and divert them. Single-handily, he dove into
the formation of Japanese planes and attacked them. The American
fighter planes were rigged with cameras, so that as they flew and
fought, pictures were taken so pilots could learn more about the
terrain, enemy manoeuvres, etc. Butch dove at them and shot until all
his ammunition was gone, then he would dive and try to clip off a
wing or tail or anything that would make the enemy planes unfit to fly.
He did anything he could to keep them from reaching the American
ships. Finally, the Japanese squadron took off in another direction,
and Butch O' Hare and his fighter, both badly shot up, limped back to
the carrier. He told his story, but not until the film from the camera on
his plane was developed, did they realize the extent he really went to,
to protect his fleet. He was recognized as a hero and given one of the
nation's highest military honours. And as you may know, O'Hare
Airport was named after him.

Prior to this time in Chicago, there was a man called Easy Eddie. He
was working for a man Al Capone. Al Capone wasn't famous for
anything heroic, but he was notorious for the murders he'd committed
and the illegal thing's he'd done. Easy Eddie was Al Capone's lawyer
and he was very good. In fact, because of his skill, he was able to
keep Al Capone out of jail. To show his appreciation, Al Capone paid
him very well. He not only earned big money, he would get extra
things, like a residence that filled an entire Chicago city block. The
house was fenced, and he had live-in help and all of the
conveniences of the day. Easy Eddie had a son. He loved his son
and gave him all the best things while he was growing up, - clothes,
cars, and a good education. And, because he loved his son he tried
to teach him right from wrong. But one thing he couldn't give his son
was a good name, and a good example. Easy Eddie decided that this
was much more important than all the riches he had given him. So, he
went to the authorities in order to rectify the wrong he had done. In
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order to tell the truth, it meant he must testify against Al Capone, and
he knew that Al Capone would do his best to have him killed. But he
wanted most of all to try to be an example and to do the best he could
to give back to his son, a good name. So he testified. Within the year,
he was shot and killed on a lonely street in Chicago. These sound like
two unrelated stories, but Butch O'Hare was Easy Eddie's son.
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Always remember those who serve you.

In the days, when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 years
old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put
a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins
in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was
growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins.

"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and
walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and
left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped
down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two
nickels and five pennies.

You see he couldn't have the sundae, because he wanted enough left
to leave her a tip.
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An eight-year-old child heard her parents talking about her little
brother. All she knew was that he was very sick and they had no
money left. They were moving to a smaller house because they could
not afford to stay in the present house after paying the doctor's bills.
Only a very costly surgery could save him now and there was no one
to loan them the money.

When she heard her daddy say to her tearful mother with whispered
desperation, 'Only a miracle can save him now', the little girl went to
her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its hiding place in the
closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it

Clutching the precious piggy bank tightly, she slipped out the back
door and made her way six blocks to the local drugstore. She took a
quarter from her bank and placed it on the glass counter.

"And what do you want?" asked the pharmacist.

"It's for my little brother," the girl answered back. "He's really very sick
and I want to buy a miracle."

"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.

"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his
head and my daddy says only a miracle can save him. So how much
does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, child. I'm sorry," the pharmacist said,
smiling sadly at the little girl.

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I can try and
get some more. Just tell me how much it costs."

In the shop was a well-dressed customer. He stooped down and

asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does you brother need?"

"I don't know," she replied with her eyes welling up. "He's really sick
and mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy can't pay for
it, so I have brought my savings".

"How much do you have?" asked the man.

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"One dollar and eleven cents; but I can try and get some more", she
answered barely audibly.

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man, "A dollar and eleven
cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."

He took her money in one hand and held her hand with the other. He
said, "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet
your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."

That well-dressed man was Dr Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,

specialising in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without
charge and it wasn't long before Andrew was home again and doing

"That surgery," her mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder

how much it would have cost."

The little girl smiled. She knew exactly how much the miracle cost ...
one dollar and eleven cents ... plus the faith of a little child.

Perseverance can make miracles happen!

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Cure for Sorrow

There is an old Chinese tale about a woman whose only son died. In
her grief, she went to the holy man and said, "What prayers, what
magical incantations do you have to bring my son back to life?"

Instead of sending her away or reasoning with her, he said to her,

"Fetch me a mustard seed from a home that has never known sorrow.
We will use it to drive the sorrow out of your life." The woman went off
at once in search of that magical mustard seed.

She came first to a splendid mansion, knocked at the door, and said,
"I am looking for a home that has never known sorrow. Is this a
place? It is very important to me."

They told her, "You've certainly come to the wrong place," and began
to describe all the tragic things that recently had befallen them.

The woman said to herself, "Who is better able to help these poor,
unfortunate people that I, who have had misfortune of my own?" She
stayed to comfort them, and then went on in search of a home that
had never known sorrow. But wherever she turned, in hovels and in
other places, she found one tale after another of sadness and
misfortune. She became so involved in ministering to other people's
grief that ultimately she forgot about her quest for the magical
mustard seed, never realizing that it had, in fact, driven the sorrow out
of her life.
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Cut the Rope

This story might strengthen our faith! May God! They tell the story of a
mountain climber, desperate to conquer the Aconcagua, initiated his
climb after years of preparation. But he wanted the glory to himself;
therefore, he went up alone. He started climbing and it was becoming
later and later. He did not prepare for camping but decided to keep on
going. Soon it got dark . . . Night fell with heaviness at such high
altitude and there was zero visibility. Everything was black, no moon,
and the stars covered by clouds. As he was climbing a ridge at about
100 meters from the top, he slipped and fell. Falling rapidly he could
only see blotches of darkness that passed in the same darkness and
a terrible sensation of being suctioned by gravity. He kept falling and
in those anguishing moments good and bad memories passed
through his mind. He thought he would die. Nevertheless, he felt a jolt
that almost tore him in half. Like any good mountain climber he had
staked himself with a long rope tied to his waist. In those moments of
stillness, suspended in the air he had no other choice but to shout,
"HELP ME GOD", "HELP ME!" All of a sudden he heard a deep voice
from heaven. "What do you want me to do? "SAVE ME" "Do you
REALLY think that I can save you?" "OF COURSE, MY GOD" "Then
cut the rope that is holding you up." There was another moment of
silence and stillness. The man held tighter to the rope. The rescue
team says that the next day they found, a frozen mountain climber
hanging strongly to a rope TWO FEET off the ground . . .

What about you? How trusting are you in that rope? Why don't you let
it go? I tell you, God has great and marvellous things for you.


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Dad's Eyes
A teenage boy lived alone with his father. The two of them had a very
special relationship. Even though the son was always "warming the
bench", his father was always in the stands cheering. He never
missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class
when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage
him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if
he didn't want to. But the young man loved football and decided to
hang in there.

The son was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps
he'd get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he
never missed a practice but still remained a bench warmer all four
years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words
of encouragement for him.

When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the
football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make
the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster
because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice and, at
the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle
they badly needed.

The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he
rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared
his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games.
This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four
years at college, but he never got to play in the game.

It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the
practice field shortly before the big play-off game, the coach met him
with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became
deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father
died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?" The coach put
his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the
week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on

Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third
quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man
quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football
gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were
astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon.

"Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today," said the young
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man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he
wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man
persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All
right," he said. "You can go in."

Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could
not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played
before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop
him. He ran, he passed, blocked and tackled like a star. His team
began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of
the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the
winning touchdown!

The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their
shoulders. Such cheering you've never heard! Finally, after the stands
had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the
coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all
alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You
were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?"

He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you
knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The
young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my
games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I
wanted to show him I could do it!"
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An emperor was coming out of his palace for his morning walk when
he met a beggar. He asked the beggar, "What do you want?"

The beggar laughed and said, "You are asking me as though you can
fulfil my desire!"

The king was offended. He said, "Of course I can fulfil your desire.
What is it? Just tell me."

And the beggar said, "Think twice before you promise anything."

The beggar was no ordinary beggar; he was the emperors past life
master. He had promised in that life, "I will come and try to wake you
in your next life. This life you have missed but I will come again." But
the king had forgotten completely -- who remembers past lives? So
he insisted, "I will fulfil anything you ask. I am a very powerful
emperor, what can you possibly desire that I can not give to you?"

The beggar said, "It is a very simple desire. You see this begging
bowl? Can you fill it with something?"

The emperor said, "Of course!" He called one of his viziers and told
him, "Fill this mans begging bowl with money." The vizier went and
got some money and poured it into the bowl, and it disappeared. And
he poured more and more, and the moment he would pour it, it would
disappear. And the begging bowl remained always empty.

The whole palace gathered. By and by the rumour went throughout

the whole capital, and a huge crowd gathered. The prestige of the
emperor was at stake. He said to his viziers, "If the whole kingdom is
lost, I am ready to lose it, but I cannot be defeated by this beggar."

Diamonds and pearls and emeralds, his treasuries were becoming

empty. The begging bowl seemed to be bottomless. Everything that
was put into it -- everything! -- Immediately disappeared, went out of
existence. Finally it was the evening, and the people were standing
there in utter silence. The king dropped at the feet of the beggar and
admitted his defeat. He said, "Just tell me one thing. You are
victorious - but before you leave, just fulfil my curiosity. What is the
begging bowl made of?"

The beggar laughed and said, "It is made up of the human mind.
There is no secret. It is simple made up of human desire."
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This understanding transforms life. Go into one desire -- what is the

mechanism of it? First there is a great excitement, great thrill, and
adventure. You feel a great kick. Something is going to happen; you
are on the verge of it. And then you have the car, you have the yacht,
you have the house, and suddenly all is meaningless again.

What happens? Your mind has dematerialised it. The car is standing
in the drive, but there is no excitement anymore. The excitement was
only in getting it. You became so drunk with the desire that you forgot
your inner nothingness. Now the desire is fulfilled, the car in the drive,
the money in your bank account - again excitement disappears; again
the emptiness is there, ready to eat you up. Again you have to create
another desire to escape this yawning abyss.

That is how one moves from one desire to another desire. That's how
one remains a beggar. Your whole life proves it again and again --
every desire frustrates. And when the goal is achieved, you will need
another desire. The day you understand that desire as such is going
to fail comes the turning point in your life.

The other journey is inwards. Move inwards; come back home.

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Disciple Hood
When the great Sufi mystic, Hasan, was dying, somebody asked
"Hasan, who was your master?"

He said, "I had thousands of masters. If I just relate their names it will
take months, years and it is too late. But three masters I will certainly
tell you about.

One was a thief. Once I got lost in the desert, and when I reached a
village it was very late, everything was closed. But at last I found one
man who was trying to make a hole in the wall of a house. I asked
him where I could stay and he said 'At this time of night it will be
difficult, but you can stay with me - if you can stay with a thief'. And
the man was so beautiful. I stayed for one month! And each night he
would say to me, 'Now I am going to my work. You rest, you pray.'
When he came back I would ask 'Could you get anything?' He would
say, 'Not tonight. But tomorrow I will try again, God willing.' He was
never in a state of hopelessness, he was always happy. When I was
meditating and meditating for years on end and nothing was
happening, many times the moment came when I was so desperate,
so hopeless, that I thought to stop all this nonsense. And suddenly I
would remember the thief who would say every night, 'God willing,
tomorrow it is going to happen.'

And my second master was a dog. I was going to the river, thirsty and
a dog came. He was also thirsty. He looked into the river, he saw
another dog there -- his own image -- and became afraid. He would
bard and run away, but his thirst was so much that he would come
back. Finally, despite his fear, he just jumped into the water, and the
image disappeared. And I knew that a message had come to me from
God: one has to jump in spite of all fears.

And the third master was a small child. I entered a town and a child
was carrying a lit candle. He was going to the mosque to put the
candle there. 'Just joking,' I asked the boy, 'have you lit the candle
yourself?' He said, 'Yes sir.' And I asked, 'There was a moment when
the candle was unlit, and then there was a moment when the candle
was lit. Can you show me the source from which the light came?' And
the boy laughed, blew out the candle, and said, 'Now you have seen
the light going. Where has it gone? You will tell me!' My ego was
shattered; my whole knowledge was shattered. And that moment I felt
my own stupidity. Since then I dropped all my knowledge ability.

It is true that I had no master. That does not mean that I was not a
disciple -- I accepted the whole existence as my master. My Disciple
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hood was a greater involvement than yours is. I trusted the clouds,
the trees. I trusted existence as such. I had no master because I had
millions of masters I learned from every possible source. To be a
disciple is a must on the path. What does it mean to be a disciple? It
means to be able to learn, to be available to learn, to be vulnerable to
existence. With a master you start learning to learn.

The master is a swimming pool where you can learn how to

swim. Once you have learned, all the oceans are yours."
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Don't Wait
This is a story that makes you see why you should live each day as if
it were your last...

There was a guy that was born with cancer, a cancer that has no
known cure. He was 17 years old and could die at any moment. He
was always at home, under his mother's care.

One day he decided to go out, even if it was just once. He asked his
mother for permission and she agreed. Walking down his block he
saw many stores. Stopping at a music store he looked in and saw a
very pretty girl of his own age, it was love at first sight and he walked

He walked up to the counter were the girl was. She smiled at him and
asked "Can I help you with anything?" The guy could only think that it
was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen and stuttered, "Well,
ummm, I'd like to buy a CD". He grabbed the first one he saw and
gave her the money. "Do you want me to wrap it?" the smiling girl
asked. The guy said yes and the girl went into the back room to wrap
it. The guy took the wrapped CD and walked home.

From that day on he visited the music store everyday, and each day
he bought a CD. And each day the girl wrapped them up and the guy
stored them unopened in his closet.

He was a very shy boy, and although he tried he couldn't find the
nerve to ask the girl out. His mother noticed this and encouraged him.

The next day the guy set out for the store with a determined mind, like
the previous days he bought a CD and the girl wrapped it as usual.
While she was busy he left his telephone on the counter and rushed
out of the store.

The following day the guy didn't visit the store, and the girl called him.
His mother answered the phone, wondering who it could be. It was
the girl from the music store! She asked to speak with her son and his
mother started crying. The girl asked her what was the matter. "Don't
you know? He died yesterday." There was a long silence on the

Later that afternoon the guy's mother entered his room to remember
her son. She decided to start with his closet, and to her surprised she
saw a big pile of unopened CDs wrapped in festive paper. She was
curious because there were so many of them, and she opened one.
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As she tore open the package she noticed a slip of paper that said:
"Hi! You're cute; I would love to meet you. Let's go out sometime.

The mother started crying as she opened another, and another, and
another. Every single CD contained a slip of paper that said the

Moral: That's the way life is, don't wait to show those special
people the way you feel, tomorrow could be too late.
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A Way of Love
There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This
romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper-cranes as a gift to his girl.
Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his
future doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until
one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come
back. She also told him that she couldnt visualize any future for the
both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then
...Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regains his confidence,
he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to
make something out of him.

Finally with all these hard work and the help of friends, this guy had
set up his own company. You never fail until you stop trying one rainy
day, while this guy was driving; he saw an elderly couple sharing an
umbrella the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella,
they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize those were
his girl's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly
beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He
wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore; he had his
own company, car, comfort etc. He made it! Before the guy can
realize, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and he got out of
his car and followed.... and he saw his girl, a photograph of her
smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his
paper cranes beside her. Find time to realize that there is one person
who means so much to you; for you might wake up one morning
losing that person who you thought meant nothing to you. Her parents
saw him. He asks them why this had happened. They explained that
she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had
believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his
obstacle ... therefore she had chosen to leave him...

She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her,
because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can
take some of those back with him...

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them
to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
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"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked. When the
bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth
to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned
quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had
been born without ears. Time proved that the baby's hearing
was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred.

When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself
into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to
be a succession of heartbreaks.

He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy ... called me a

He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favourite with his

fellow students, he might have been class president, but for
that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. "But
you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved
him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

The boy's father had a session with the family physician. Could
nothing be done? "I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears,
if they could be procured," the doctor decided.

Then the search began for a person who would make such a
sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by. Then, "You are
going to the hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will
donate the ears you need. But it's a secret," said the father.

The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person

emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and
college became a series of triumphs. Later he married and
entered the diplomatic service. "But I must know!" He urged his
father, "Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for
him." "I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the
agreement was that you are not to know, not yet."

The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come ...
one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with
his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father
stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair
to reveal that the mother -- had no outer ears.

"Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," he
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whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought Mother less

beautiful, did they?" Real beauty lies not in the physical
appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what that
can be seen; but what, that cannot be seen.

Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what
that is done but not known.
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Case Study in Emotional Intelligence

Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or whom to
blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know.
We miss out some warmth in human relationship to give each other
support. Treasure what you have.

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were
a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the
boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a
medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to
cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied
in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy playfully went to the
medicine bottle and, fascinated with its colour, drank it all. It
happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small
dosages. When the child showed signs of poisoning the mother took
him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was
terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to
the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered
just four words.

1. What were the four words?

2. What is the implication of this story?

Check with the answers only after you have tried to come up with
your own.

Please read below: -

The husband just said I Love You Darling. The husband's totally
unexpected reaction is proactive behaviour. He is indeed a genius in
human relationships. The child is dead. He can never be brought
back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother.

She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment
was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he
gave her. If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective,
there would be much fewer problems in the world.
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Existence of God
A woman received a phone call that her daughter was very sick with
fever. She left work and stopped by the pharmacy for some
medication for her daughter. When returning to her car to find she
had locked her keys inside.

She had to get home to her sick daughter, and didn't know what to
do. She called her home to talk to the baby sitter, and was told her
daughter was getting worse. The sitter said, "You might find a coat
hanger and use that to open the door."

The woman found an old rusty coat hanger on the ground, as if

someone else had locked their keys in their car. Then she looked at
the hanger and said, I don't know how to use this."

She bowed her head and asked God for help. An old rusty car pulled
up, driven by a dirty, greasy, bearded man with a biker skull rag on
his head. The woman thought, "Great God. This is what you sent to
help me???" But she was desperate, and thankful.

The man got out of his car and asked if he could help. She said, "Yes,
my daughter is very sick. I must get home to her.

Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car?

He said, "SURE." He walked over to the car and in seconds the car
was opened.

She hugged the man and through her tears she said, THANK YOU
SO MUCH...You are a very nice man."

The man replied, "Lady, I am not a nice man. I just got out of prison
for car theft." The woman hugged the man again and cried out loud....
love you and I need you. Thank you for living in my heart.
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Dr. Tony Campolo in His book, "Carpe Diem"

When I was a kid growing up, I knew a man who loomed bigger than
life to me. His name was Edwin E. Bailey, and he ran the
astronomical observatory at the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia. I
would go to the Franklin Institute most Saturdays just to spend time
with him. His encyclopaedic mind fascinated me. He seemed to know
something about everything.

I was a friend with Ed Bailey right up until he died several years ago.
When he was in the hospital, after a serious stroke, I went to visit him.
In an effort to make small talk, I told about all the places I had been to
speak and how I had come to his bedside straight from the airport.

He heard me out and then said with a slightly sarcastic manner, "You
go all over the world to people who, ten years from now, won't
remember your name. But you haven't left time for the people who
really care about you."

That simple sentence hit me hard and changed my life. I have

decided not to let my time be used up by people to whom I make no
difference, while I neglect those for whom I am irreplaceable.

A friend of mine recently got a call from the White House asking him
to consult with the President of the United States. He said no
because it was to be on a day he had promised to spend with his
granddaughter at the seashore. The nation survived without him, the
President didn't miss him, and his granddaughter had some precious
time with her "Pop-Pop."

First things ought to be put first.

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Flowers on the Bus

We were a very motley crowd of people who took the bus every day
that summer 33 years ago. During the early morning ride from the
suburb, we sat drowsily with our collars up to our ears, a cheerless
and taciturn bunch.

One of the passengers was a small grey man who took the bus to the
centre for senior citizens every morning. He walked with a stoop and
a sad look on his face when he, with some difficulty, boarded the bus
and sat down alone behind the driver. No one ever paid very much
attention to him.

Then one July morning he said good morning to the driver and smiled
short-sightedly down through the bus before he sat down. The driver
nodded guardedly. The rest of us were silent.

The next day, the old man boarded the bus energetically, smiled and
said in a loud voice: "And a very good morning to you all!" Some of us
looked up, amazed, and murmured "Good morning," in reply.

The following weeks we were more alert. Our friend was now dressed
in a nice old suit and a wide out-of-date tie. The thin hair had been
carefully combed. He said good morning to us every day and we
gradually began to nod and talk to each other.

One morning he had a bunch of wild flowers in his hand. They were
already dangling a little because of the heat. The driver turned around
smilingly and asked: "Have you got yourself a girlfriend, Charlie?" We
never got to know if his name really was "Charlie", but he nodded
shyly and said yes.

The other passengers whistled and clapped at him. Charlie bowed

and waved the flowers before he sat down on his seat.

Every morning after that Charlie always brought a flower. Some of the
regular passengers began bringing him flowers for his bouquet, gently
nudged him and said shyly: "Here." Everyone smiled. The men
started to jest about it, talk to each other, and share the newspaper.

The summer went by, and autumn was closing in, when one morning
Charlie wasn't waiting at his usual stop. When he wasn't there the
next day and the day after that, we started wondering if he was sick
or -- hopefully -- on holiday somewhere.

When we came nearer to the centre for senior citizens, one of the
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passengers asked the driver to wait. We all held our breaths when
she went to the door.

Yes, the staff said, they knew whom we were talking about. The
elderly gentleman was fine, but he hadn't been coming to the centre
that week. One of his very close friends had died at the weekend.
They expected him back on Monday. How silent we were the rest of
the way to work.

The next Monday Charlie was waiting at the stop, stooping a bit more,
a little bit more grey, and without a tie. He seemed to have shrunk
again. Inside the bus was a silence akin to that in a church. Even
though no one had talked about it, all those of us, who he had made
such an impression on that summer, sat with our eyes filled with tears
and a bunch of wild flowers in our hands.
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Flying First Class

On a flight from Johannesburg, a middle-aged, well-off white South
African Lady has found herself sitting next to a black man. She called
the cabin crew attendant over to complain about her seating.

"What seems to be the problem Madam?" asked the attendant.

"Can't you see?" she said, "You've sat me next to a black. I can't
possibly sit next to this disgusting human. Find me another seat!"

"Please calm down, Madam." the stewardess replied. "The flight is

very full today, but I'll tell you what I'll do - I'll go and check to see if
we have any seats available in club or first class."

The woman cocks a snooty look at the outraged black man beside
her (not to mention many of the surrounding passengers).

A few minutes later the stewardess returns with the good news, which
she delivers to the lady, who cannot help but look at the people
around her with a smug and self-satisfied grin:

"Madam, unfortunately, as I suspected, economy is full. I've spoken to

the cabin services director, and club is also full. However, we do have
one seat in first class."

Before the lady has a chance to answer, the stewardess continues...

"It is most extraordinary to make this kind of upgrade, however, and I

have had to get special permission from the captain. But, given the
circumstances, the captain felt that it was outrageous that someone
should be forced to sit next such an obnoxious person."

Having said that, the stewardess turned to the black man sitting next
to the lady, and said:

"So if you'd like to get your things, sir, I have your seat ready for

At which point, apparently the surrounding passengers stood and

gave a standing ovation while the black man walked up to the front of
the plane...
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Once upon a time there was a little boy who was raised in an
orphanage. The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a
bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly.
There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they
could fly "Why can't I?" he thought. "Is there something wrong with
me?" he wondered.

There was another little boy who was crippled. He had always wished
that he could walk and run like other little boys and girls.

"Why can't I be like them?" he thought.

One day the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran
away from the orphanage. He came upon a park where he saw the
little boy who could not walk or run playing in the sandbox. He ran
over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a

"No," said the little boy who could not walk or run. "But I have
wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other boys and

"That is very sad, said the little boy who wanted to fly. "Do you think
we could be friends?" he said to the little boy in the sandbox.

"Sure." said the little boy.

The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles and
made really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds, which made
them laugh, real hard. Then the little boy's father came with a
wheelchair to pick up his son. The little boy who had always wanted
to fly ran over to the boy's father and whispered something into his

"That would be OK," said the man.

The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his
new friend and said, "You are my only friend and I wish that there was
something that I could do to make you walk and run like other little
boys and girls. But I can't. But there is something that I can do for

The little orphan boy turned around and told his new friend to slide up
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onto his back. He then began to run across the grass. Faster and
faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Faster and
harder he ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs
travel. Soon the wind just whistled across the two little boys' faces.

The little boy's father began to cry as he watched his beautiful little
crippled son flapping his arms up and down in the wind, all the while
yelling at the top of his voice, "I'M FLYING, DADDY. I'M FLYING!"
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For Daddy
Some time ago a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a
roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he
became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as
to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the
little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said,
"This is for you, Daddy."

The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger
flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a
harsh manner, "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone
a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh,
Daddy, it's not empty - I blew kisses into it until it was full." The father
was crushed. He fell to his knees and put his arms around his little
girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An accident took the life of this child only a short time later and it is
told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his
life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he
would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the
love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been

given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from
our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious
possession anyone could hold.
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Gold and Diamond

Long times ago, in Egypt lived a famous mystical person name Zun-
Nun. A young man came to visit him and asked "Teacher, I do not
understand why people like you dress in such a way and very simple,
isn't in this era was necessary to dress neatly, not only for
performance but also for other reasons?

The mystical only smiled and took his ring from one of his fingers, and
said "Young friend, I will answer your question, but first do one thing
for me, take this ring and go to the market across this street, can you
sell this for one chip of gold?

Having looked at Zun-Nun's dirty ring, the young man became

doubtful. "One chip of gold, I am not sure this ring could be sold at
that price."

"Try first, young man, who knows you did it." The Young man went to
the market quickly. He offered the ring to the textile, vegetable, meat,
fish traders, and the others. The fact was that no body was willing to
pay for a chip of Gold. He went back to Zun-Nun residence and
reported "Teacher, no body was brave to offer more than one chip of

With a wise smile Zun-Nun said, "Now go to the Gold Shop at the
back of this street. Show this to the owner or to the gold trader. Don't
give your price just listen how much he will pay for this ring."

The Young man went to the shop mentioned and returned with a
different expression from his face. He then reported "Teacher, the
traders in the market really do not know the value of this ring, the gold
trader offer this ring for one thousand of gold, And the value of this
ring was one thousands times from what the traders in the market
offer. Zun-Nun just smiled subtly and spoke softly, "That was the
answer of your questions my friend, "Someone cannot be valued only
from his dress "The traders in the market" give value like that. But not
for "The gold trader"

The gold and Diamond inside someone only could be seen and
valued if you could look at the inner soul. It needs heart to see,
and it needs a process. We cannot see it from the words or
attitude that only seen for a while. Many time what we think is a
gold, is only a brass but a brass is a gold.
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How to Stop Gossip, Rumour and Backbiting

In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high
esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and
said, "Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"

"Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything I'd

like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."

"Triple filter?"

"That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my

friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're
going to say. That's why I call it the triple filter test. The first filter is
Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell
me is true?"

"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and."

"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not.
Now let's try the second filter, the filter of goodness. Is what you are
about to tell me about my friend something good?"

"No, on the contrary..."

"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about

him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though,
because there's one filter left: the filter of usefulness. Is what you
want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?"

"No not really

"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true
nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"

This is why Socrates was a great philosopher & held in such high
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Grandpa's Table
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-
year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was
blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But
the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating
difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped,
the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law
became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about
Grandfather," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy
eating, and food on the floor." So the husband and wife set a small
table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the
family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two,
his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in
Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat
alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp
admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old
watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father
noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the
child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy
responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat
your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back
to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was
spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband
took Grand- father's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And
for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer
when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their

ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they
absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for
family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.
The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being
laid for the child's future. Let's be wise builders and role models.

"Life is about people connecting with people, and making a

positive difference" "Take care of yourself and those you love,
today and everyday!"
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Growing Good Corn

James Bender, in his book "How to Talk Well" relates the story of a
farmer who grew award winning corn. Each year he entered his corn
in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon. One year a newspaper
reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about
how he grew it.

The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his
neighbours. "How can you afford to share your best seed corn with
your neighbours when they are entering corn in competition with
yours each year?" the reporter asked. "Why sir," said the farmer,
"didn't you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and
swirls it from field to field. If my neighbours grow inferior corn, cross-
pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow
good corn, I must help my neighbours grow good corn." He is very
much aware of the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve
unless his neighbour's corn also improves.

So it is in other dimensions. Those who choose to be at peace must

help their neighbours to be at peace. Those who choose to live well
must help others to live well, for the value of a life is measured by the
lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others
to find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare
of all.

The lesson for each of us is this: if we are to grow good corn, we

must help our neighbours grow good corn.
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Having To Pick One Only

A company was hiring new staff. One question in the written exam

You are driving your car in a wild stormy night. You pass by a bus
station, and you see three people waiting for the bus: -

An old lady who looks as if she is about to die,

A doctor who had once saved your life,

A man/woman you have been dreaming to be with.

You can only take one passenger in your car. Which one will you
Please explain your answer.

Think about it before you continue reading.

This must be some kind of personality test. Every answer has its

You could pick up the old lady. She is going to die, and thus you
should save her first. You could take the doctor, because he once
saved your life. This will be the perfect chance to pay him back.
However, you could always pay the doctor back in the future, but you
may never be able to find the perfect lover once you pass this

The candidate who was eventually hired (out of 200 applicants) did
not have to explain his answer. WHAT DID HE SAY?

He simply answered: "Give the car key to the doctor. Let him take the
old lady to the hospital. I will stay and wait for the bus with the
man/woman of my dreams."

Sometimes, we would gain more if we were able to give up our

stubborn limitations.
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He Needed Me
A nurse escorted a tired, anxious young man to the bedside of an
elderly man. "Your son is here," she whispered to the patient. She
had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes
opened. He was heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart
attack and he dimly saw the young man standing outside the oxygen

He reached out his hand and the young man tightly wrapped his
fingers around it, squeezing a message of encouragement. The nurse
brought a chair next to the bedside. All through the night the young
man sat holding the old mans hand, and offering gentle words of
hope. The dying man said nothing as he held tightly to his son.

As dawn approached, the patient died. The young man placed on the
bed the lifeless hand he had been holding, and then he went to notify
the nurse. While the nurse did what was necessary, the young man
waited. When she had finished her task, the nurse began to say
words of sympathy to the young man.

But he interrupted her. "Who was that man?" He asked.

The startled nurse replied, "I thought he was your father."

"No, he was not my father," he answered. "I never saw him before in
my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked
the nurse.

He replied, "I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't
here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his
son, I knew how much he needed me..."
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In the rain one night, at 11:30 PM, an older black woman was
standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a
lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately
needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A
young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in the
conflict-filled 60's. The man took her to safety, helped her get
assistance and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big
hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him.

Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his
surprise, a giant console colour TV was delivered to his home. A
special note was attached. It read: -

"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other

night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my
spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to
make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed
away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving


Mrs. Nat King Cole.

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How Great Love Is

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived:
Happiness, Sadness, and all of the others, including Love.

One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink,
so all repaired their boats and left. Love was the only one who stayed.
Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment when the
island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness,

can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No I can't. There is
a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place for you here."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful

vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all
wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness let me go

with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"
Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did
not even hear when Love called her!

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an
elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask
the elder her name.

When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Love
realizing how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another
elder, "Who helped me?"

"It was Time", Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why
did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and
answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how
real Love is."
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Is Your Hut Burning?

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small,
uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and
every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood

to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find
his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had
happened: Everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.
"God, how could you do this to me?" he cried.

Early next morning, however, he was awakened by the sound of a

ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.
"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his
rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad. But we

shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in
the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little
hut is burning to the ground--it just may be a smoke signal that
summons the grace of God.
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Just a Little Smile

Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the
boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was
carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small
tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the
scattered articles. Since they were going the same way, he helped to
carry part of the burden. As they walked Mark discovered the boy's
name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball and history, and
that he was having lots of trouble with his other subjects and that he
had just broken up with his girlfriend.

They arrived at Bill's home first and Mark was invited in for a Coke
and to watch some television. The afternoon passed pleasantly with a
few laughs and some shared small talk, then Mark went home. They
continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once
or twice, and then both graduated from junior high school. They
ended up in the same high school where they had brief contacts over
the years. Finally the long awaited senior year came and three weeks
before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk.

Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met. "Did
you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?"
asked Bill. "You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn't want to
leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my
mother's sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But
after we spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that
if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many
others that might follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up those
books that day, you did a lot more. You saved my life."
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Keep Your Eyes Open

It was a very cold winter night! A sparrow had spent two nights out
with only the meagre shelter of a tree. He decided that he couldn't
survive a third night, so he left the tree to find a better shelter.

As he flew he got colder and colder, until his little wings froze solid
and he fell to the ground.

As he lay there freezing he realised that his end was near and he
prayed for death to come quickly.

Suddenly, in his semiconscious state, he had a feeling of being

enveloped in a warm covering.

He regained consciousness to find that a friendly cow had dropped a

luxurious deposit all over him.

The warmth gave him a new lease of life, and the sparrow's comfort
made him feel very happy, so he started to sing. A passing pussycat
heard the chirping, located the heap, carefully removed the
excrement to reveal the little sparrow, and promptly ate him up..........

There are three morals to this sad story: -

1. If someone shits on you, they are not necessarily your enemy.

2. If someone gets you out of the shit, they are not necessarily your
3. If you are in the shit and happy - keep your mouth shut.

To state the same facts in a polished manner: -

1. If someone harms you unknowingly, they are not necessarily your

2. If someone tries to help you out, they are not necessarily your
3. Even if you are not in very good condition but you are happy, keep
your mouth shut (don't cry that I don't have this and that).
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Keep Your Goals in Sight

When she looked ahead, Florence Chadwick saw nothing but a solid
wall of fog. Her body was numb. She had been swimming for nearly
sixteen hours.

Already she was the first woman to swim the English Channel in both
directions. Now, at age 34, her goal was to become the first woman to
swim from Catalina Island to the California coast.

On that Fourth of July morning in 1952, the sea was like an ice bath
and the fog was so dense she could hardly see her support boats.
Sharks cruised toward her lone figure, only to be driven away by rifle
shots. Against the frigid grip of the sea, she struggled on - hour after
hour - while millions watched on national television.

Alongside Florence in one of the boats, her mother and her trainer
offered encouragement. They told her it wasn't much farther. But all
she could see was fog. They urged her not to quit. She never had . . .
until then. With only a half mile to go, she asked to be pulled out.

Still thawing her chilled body several hours later, she told a reporter,
"Look, I'm not excusing myself, but if I could have seen land I might
have made it." It was not fatigue or even the cold water that defeated
her. It was the fog. She was unable to see her goal.

Two months later, she tried again. This time, despite the same dense
fog, she swam with her faith intact and her goal clearly pictured in her
mind. She knew that somewhere behind that fog were land and this
time she made it! Florence Chadwick became the first woman to swim
the Catalina Channel, eclipsing the men's record by two hours!
Wisdom Pearls 57

Let the Light Shine

He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work,
in this small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as his beat-
up Pontiac, but he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed,
he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally
hit home.

It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it,
unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They
had families to feed and dreams to fulfil, but he stayed on. After all,
this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here
and knew the country.

He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either
side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It was
starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd
better get a move on.

You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of
the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed
help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His
Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had
stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He
did not look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold.
He knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear could put in you.
He said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car
where it's warm? By the way, my name is Joe."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad
enough. Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack,
skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the
tire, but he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening
up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him.
She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing
through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she
owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had
already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had
he not stopped.
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Joe never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him.
This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty
who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that
way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her
that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw
someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance
that they needed, and Joe added "...and think of me".

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold
and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home,
disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw
a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off
before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking
restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was
unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of
work actor-it didn't ring much.

Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet
hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the
whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was
nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches
change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had
so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Joe.

After the lady finished her meal and the waitress went to get her
change from a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door.
She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered
where the lady could be, and then she noticed something written on a
napkin. There were tears in her eyes, when she read what the lady
wrote. It said, "You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too.
Someone once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really
want to pay me back, here's what you do... Don't let the chain of love
end with you."

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to
serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when
she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking
about the money and what the lady had written. How could she have
known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due
next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her
husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft
kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's going to be all right; I
love you Joe."
Wisdom Pearls 59

Letting Go
There was once a lonely girl who longed desperately for love. One
day while she was walking in the woods she found two starving
songbirds. She took them home and put them in a small glided cage.
She nurtured them with love and the birds grew strong. Every
morning they greeted her with a marvellous song. The girl felt great
love for the birds. She wanted their singing to last forever.

One day the girl left the door to the cage open. The larger and
stronger of the two birds flew from the cage. The girl watched
anxiously as he circled high above her. She was so frightened that he
would fly away and she would never see him again that as he flew
close, she grasped at him wildly. She caught him in her fist. She
clutched him tightly within her hand. Her heart gladdened at her
success in capturing him. Suddenly she felt the bird go limp. She
opened her hand stared in horror at the dead bird. Her desperate
clutching love had killed him.

She noticed the other bird teetering on the edge of the cage. She
could feel his great need for freedom, his need to soar into the clear
blue sky. She lifted him from the cage and tossed him softly into the
air. The bird circled once, twice, three times.

The girl watched delighted at the bird's enjoyment. Her heart was no
longer concerned with her loss. She wanted the bird to be happy.
Suddenly the bird flew closer and landed softly on her shoulder. It
sang the sweetest melody, she had ever heard.

The fastest way to lose love is to hold on too tight, the best way
to keep love is to give it -- WINGS!
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Live or Work
Father was a hardworking man who delivered bread as a living to
support his wife and three children. He spent all his evenings after
work attending classes, hoping to improve himself so that he could
one day find a better paying job. Except for Sundays, Father hardly
ate a meal together with his family. He worked and studied very hard
because he wanted to provide his family with the best money could
Whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough
time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But
he often yearned to spend more time with his family.
The day came when the examination results were announced. To his
joy, Father passed, and with distinctions too! Soon after, he was
offered a good job as a senior supervisor, which paid handsomely.
Like a dream come true, Father could now afford to provide his family
with life's little luxuries like nice clothing, fine food and vacation
However, the family still did not get to see father for most of the week.
He continued to work very hard, hoping to be promoted to the position
of manager. In fact, to make himself a worthily candidate for the
promotion, he enrolled for another course in the Open University.
Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending
enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for
them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.
Father's hard work paid off and he was promoted. Jubilantly, he
decided to hire a maid to relieve his wife from her domestic tasks. He
also felt that their three-room flat was no longer big enough; it would
be nice for his family to be able to enjoy the facilities and comfort of a
condominium. Having experienced the rewards of his hard work many
times before, Father resolved to further his studies and work at being
promoted again. The family still did not get to see much of him. In
fact, sometimes father had to work on Sundays entertaining clients.
Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending
enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for
them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

As expected, Father's hard work paid off again and he bought a

beautiful condominium, overlooking the coast of Singapore. On the
first Sunday evening at their new home, father declared to his family
that he decided not to take any more courses or pursue any more
promotions. From then on he was going to devote more time to his

Father did not wake up the next day.

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Looks Can Be Deceiving

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army

uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through
Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew,
but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had
begun thirteen months before in a Florida library.

Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the
words of the book, but with the notes pencilled in the margin. The soft
handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front
of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis

With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York
City. He wrote her a letter introducing him and inviting her to
correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in
World War II.
During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other
through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A
romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she
refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she
looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe,
they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central
Station in New York.

"You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on
my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose
heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.

I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:

A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her
blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were
blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her
pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward
her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose.

As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my

way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step
closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost
directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had greying hair
tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankle
feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was
walking quickly away.
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I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her,
and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly
companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale,
plump face was gentle and sensible; her grey eyes had a warm and
kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn
blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.

This would not be love, but it would be something precious,

something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had
been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted
and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt
choked by the bitterness of my disappointment.

"I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am

so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"

The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what
this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green
suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat.
And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell
you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street.
She said it was some kind of test!"

It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The
true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.
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Nails in the Fence

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave
him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he
must hammer a nail into the fence. The first day the boy had to drive
15 nails into the fence.

Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger the
number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He
discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails
into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He
told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull
out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The
days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that
all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said,
"You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The
fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they
leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw
it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is
still there."

A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very

rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to
succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they
always want to open their hearts to us.
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Never Lose Your Value

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill.
In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands
started going up.

He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do

He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up. He then asked, "Who still
wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air.

"Well," he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground

and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now
all crumpled and dirty.

"Now who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.

"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter
what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not
decrease in value. It was still worth $20.

Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground

into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances
that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no
matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never
lose your value. You are special - Don't ever forget it.
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Obstacles and Opportunities

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he
hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge
rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by
and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not
keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the
stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon

approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried
to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and
straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load
of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder
had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the
king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the
boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us
never understand. Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve
our condition.
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One Friendly Act

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my
class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked
like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, Why would
anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a
nerd. I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game
with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so shrugged my shoulders and
went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping
him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them
land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this
terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged
over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses and I
saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, Those
guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and
said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of
those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his
books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near
me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had
gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with
a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried
his books for him. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if
he wanted to play football on Saturday with my friends and me. He
said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the
more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday
morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books
again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, youre going to really build
serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! He just laughed
and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I
became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about
college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to duke. I
knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be
a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business
on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased
him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for
graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and
speak. On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one
of those guys that really found him during high school. He filled out
and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and
all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one
of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So,
I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, youll be great!"
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and
smiled. Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his
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throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped

you make it through those tough years; your parents, your teachers,
your siblings, maybe a coach but mostly your friends. I am here to tell
all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give
him or her. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend
with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had
planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had
cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was
carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little
smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the
unspeakable. I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this
handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful
smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small

gesture you can change a person's life, for better or worse. God
puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some
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Our Parents
A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to
come and play around it everyday. He climbed the tree top, ate the
apples, and took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the
tree loved to play with him. Time went by... the little boy had grown up
and he no longer played around the tree everyday.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. Come
and play with me," the tree asked the boy. I am no longer a kid; I
don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I
need money to buy them."

The tree said, "Sorry, but I don't have money... but you can pick all
my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so
excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The
boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. Come and
play with me, the tree said. The boy said, "I don't have time to play. I
have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you
help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my
branches to build your house." So the boy cut all the branches of the
tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy
never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted.
Come and play with me!" the tree said. "I am sad and getting old. I
want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat? said the
boy. "Use my truck to build your boat. You can sail far away and be
happy. So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing
and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry, my
boy, but I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for
you... "The tree said. I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied. "No
more truck for you to climb on" "I am too old for that now" the boy
said. "I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my dying
roots" the tree said with tears. "I don't need much now, just a place to
rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied. "Good! Old tree
roots are the best place to lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down
with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree was glad and
smiled with tears...

This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were

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young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad... When we grew up, we
left them... only came to them when we needed something or when
we were in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and
give everything they could to make you happy. You may think the boy
is cruel to the tree but that's how all of us are treating our parent.

Remember Parents give children their ALL, all children can give
them in turn is LOVE. Go home and tell your parents how
thankful you are.
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Rat Trap
A rat looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife
opening a package. What food might it contain? He was aghast to
discover that it was a rattrap. Retreating to the farmyard the rat
proclaimed the warning; "There is a rat trap in the house, a rat trap in
the house!"

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said,
"Excuse me, Mr. Rat, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is
of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."

The rat turned to the goat and told him, "There is a rat trap in the
house. A rat trap in the house? I am so very sorry Mr. Rat";
sympathized the goat, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray.
Be assured that you are in my prayers."

The rat turned to the cow. She said, "Like wow, Mr. Rat, a rat trap. I
am in grave danger. Duh! "So the rat returned to the house, head
down and dejected, to face the farmer's rattrap alone. That very night
a sound was heard throughout the house, like the sound of a rattrap
catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In
the darkness, she did not see that it was a venomous snake whose
tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife.

The farmer rushed her to the hospital. She returned home with a
fever. Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup,
so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main
ingredient. His wife's sickness continued so that friends and
neighbours came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them the
farmer butchered the goat. The farmer's wife did not get well. She
died, and so many people came for her funeral that the farmer had
the cow slaughtered to provide meat for all of them to eat.

So the next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and
think that it does not concern you, remember that when there is
a rattrap in the house, the whole farmyard is at risk.
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Read It Carefully, Very Important

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5
years old son waiting for him at the door.

Son: - "Daddy, May I ask you a question?"

Daddy: - "Yeah sure, what it is?"

Son: - "Dad, how much do u make an hour?

Daddy: - "That's none of your business. Why you ask such a thing?
that man said angrily

Son: -" I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an

Daddy: -" If you must know, I make Rs.500 an hour." "Oh," the little
boy replied, with his head down, looking up, he said, "Dad, may I
please borrow Rs 300?

The father was furious," If the only reason u asked that is so u can
borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march
yourself to your room and go to bed, Think why u are being so selfish.
I work hard everyday for such this childish behaviour."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat
down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.
How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to
think "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that
Rs. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often! " The man went
to the door of little boy's room and opened the door. Are u asleep,
son?" He asked. No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.

I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier," said the
man, it's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.
Here's the Rs. 300 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh thank you dad!" He yelled.
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crumpled up bills.
The man seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry
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The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his
father. Why do you want money if you already have some?" the
father grumbled. Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the
little boy replied.

"Daddy, I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please
come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.

THE MORAL OF THIS STORY: - It's just a short reminder to all of

you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through
our fingers without having spent some time with those who
really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily
replace us in a matter of days. But the family & friends we leave
behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of
it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. An unwise
investment indeed!!!
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Refusing To Accept Failure

Sir Edmund Hillary was the first man to climb Mount Everest. On May
29, 1953 he scaled the highest mountain then known to man-29, 000
feet straight up. He was knighted for his efforts. He even made
American Express card commercials because of it! However, until we
read his book, High Adventure, we don't understand that Hillary had
to grow into this success. You see, in 1952 he attempted to climb
Mount Everest, but failed. A few weeks later a group in England
asked him to address its members. Hillary walked on stage to a
thunderous applause. The audience was recognizing an attempt at
greatness, but Edmund Hillary saw himself as a failure. He moved
away from the microphone and walked to the edge of the platform. He
made a fist and pointed at a picture of the mountain. He said in a loud
voice, "Mount Everest, you beat me the first time, but I'll beat you the
next time because you've grown all you are going to grow... but I'm
still growing!"
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Rest Smart
Once there were a group of man - a young hot-blooded guy and a big
number of old folks, doing timber job in a jungle (i.e. chopping down

This young chap is very hard working. He always continues to work

through his break time and complains that those old folks were
wasting time, having to break few times a day to drink and chat.

As times goes by, this young guy noticed that even though he worked
thru' break time and hardly took a rest... those old folks are chopping
the same amount of trees as he did and sometimes did more than he
did. It was as if those old folks work thru' the break time as he did. So
he decided to work harder the next day...unfortunately the results
were even worse.

One day, one of the old folk invited him for a drink during their break
time. That young guy refused and said he has no extra time to spend!
Then the old man smiled to him and said "It was just a waste of effort
to keep chopping trees without re-sharpening your knife. Sooner or
later you will give up or be so exhausted as you have spent too much
energy." Suddenly the young man realised that actually during break
times while those old folks were having a chat, they were also re-
sharpening their knife at the same time! And that's how they can chop
faster than him and yet spending lesser time! The old man said "What
we need is efficiency by making use of our skill and ability
intelligently. Only then can we have more times to do other things.
Otherwise you will always keep saying ... I have no time!"

The morale of the story: -

By taking a short break during work, it would make you feel fresher,
think well and work better after the break! (Or am I just finding excuse
to take a break?)

But by taking a break, it is not to stop work but to rest and re-think our
strategy to go about it from another angle.

Think smart, work smart and rest smart.

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Rocking With Me
There was once an elderly, despondent woman in a nursing home.
She wouldn't speak to anyone or request anything. She merely
existed - rocking in her creaky old rocking chair.

The old woman didn't have many visitors. But every couple mornings,
a concerned and wise young nurse would go into her room. She didn't
try to speak or ask questions of the old lady. She simply pulled up
another rocking chair beside the old woman and rocked with her.

Weeks or months later, the old woman finally spoke. 'Thank you,' she
said. 'Thank you for rocking with me.'"
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Run Through the Rain

She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have
been 6 years old, this beautiful brown haired, freckle-faced image of
innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over
the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the Earth it has no
time to flow down the spout.

We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the
Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature
messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I
get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt
and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as
a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my

Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all
caught in. Mom, let's run through the rain," she said.

What?" Mom asked.

Lets run through the rain!" She repeated.

"No honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom,
let's run through the rain."

"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the
young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

This morning when did I say we could run through the rain and not
get wet?"

"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his
cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us
through anything!

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear
anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the
next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about
what she would say.
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Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might
even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a
young child's life. Time, when innocent trust can be nurtured and
bloom into faith. Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through
the rain. If God let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,"
Mom said. Then off they ran.

We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the
cars and, yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags
over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were
followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way
to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions,
they can take away your money, and they can take away your health.
But no one can ever take away your precious memories. So, don't
forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories
every day!

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under

heaven. I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.
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Sand Writing
A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. In a
specific point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend
slapped the other one in the face.

The one, who got slapped, was hurt, but without anything to say, he

They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided
to take a bath. The one who got slapped and hurt started drowning,
and the other friend saved him. When he recovered from the fright, he

The friend who saved and slapped his best friend, asked him, "Why,
after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and now you write on a
stone?" The other friend, smiling, replied: "When a friend hurts us, we
should write it down in the sand, where the winds of forgiveness get
in charge of erasing it away, and when something great happens, we
should engrave it in the stone of the memory of the heart, where no
wind can erase it"

Learn to write in the sand.

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Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy
decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.
In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door,
leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the
water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an
alligator was swimming toward the shore. His mother, in the house
was looking out the window; saw the two as they got closer and
closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her
son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became
alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late.
Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the
mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator
snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the
two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother
was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by,
heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the
alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little
boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of
the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his
mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the
son she loved.

The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma,
asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs.
And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my
arms. I have great scars on my arms too. I have them because my
mom wouldn't let go." You and I can identify with that little boy. We
have scars too, no, not from an alligator or anything quite so dramatic
but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and
have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are
because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's
been there holding on to you. God loves you. He wants to protect you
and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade
into dangerous situations. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril
- and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the
tug-of-war begins, and if you have the scars of His love on your arms,
then be very, very grateful. He did not - and will not - let you go.
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Seven Wonders of the World

A group of students was asked to list what they thought were the
present Seven Wonders of the World. Though there was some
disagreement, the following got the most votes:

1. Egypt's Great Pyramids.

2. Taj Mahal.
3. Grand Canyon.
4. Panama Canal.
5. Empire State Building.
6. St. Peter's Basilica.
7. China's Great Wall.

While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one quiet student
hadn't turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having
trouble with her list.

The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind

because there were so many.

The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can
help. The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the Seven Wonders of the
World are: -

1. To touch.
2. To taste.
3. To see.
4. To hear.

She hesitated a little, and then added: -

5. To feel.
6. To laugh.
7. And to love.

The room was so full of silence you could have heard a pin drop.
Those things we overlook as simple and "ordinary" are truly

A gentle reminder that the most precious things are before you:
your family, your faith, your love, your good health and your
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Sleeping Through the Storm

A young man applied for a job as a farmhand. When the farmer asked
for his qualifications, he said, "I can sleep when the wind blows." This
puzzled the farmer. But he liked the young man, and hired him.

A few days later, the farmer and his wife were awakened in the night
by a violent storm. They quickly began to check things out to see if all
was secure. They found that the shutters of the farmhouse had been
securely fastened. A good supply of logs had been set next to the

The young man slept soundly.

The farmer and his wife then inspected their property. They found that
the farm tools had been placed in the storage shed, safe from the

The tractor had been moved into the garage. The barn was properly
locked. Even the animals were calm. All was well.

The farmer then understood the meaning of the young man's words,
"I can sleep when the wind blows."

Because the farmhand did his work loyally and faithfully when the
skies were clear, he was prepared for the storm when it broke. So
when the wind blew, he was not afraid. He could sleep in peace.
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Slow Down
About ten years ago, a young and very successful executive named
Josh was travelling down a Chicago neighbourhood street. He was
going a bit too fast in his sleek, black, 12 cylinders Jaguar XKE, which
was only two months old. He was watching for kids darting out from
between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw

As his car passed, no child darted out, but a brick sailed out and --
WHUMP! -- It smashed into the Jag's shiny black side door!
SCREECH! Brakes slammed! Gears ground into reverse, and tires
madly spun the Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick had
been thrown. Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed
him up against a parked car.

He shouted at the kid, "What was that all about and who are you?
Just what the heck are you doing?" Building up a head of steam, he
went on. "That's my new Jag; that brick you threw is going to cost you
a lot of money. Why did you throw it?"

"Please, mister, please...I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!"

pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one else would
stop!" Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around
the parked car. "It's my brother, mister," he said. "He rolled off the
curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Sobbing, the
boy asked the executive, "Would you please help me get him back
into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the young executive tried desperately to

swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted the
young man back into the Wheelchair and took out his handkerchief
and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was
going to be OK. He then watched the younger brother push him down
the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, 12 cylinders

Jaguar XKE -- a long and slow walk. Now, Josh never did fix the side
door of his Jaguar. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through
life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at him to get his
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Small Things That Make a Big Difference

There was a man taking a morning walk at the beach. He saw that
along with the morning tide came hundreds of starfish and when the
tide receded, they were left behind and with the morning sun they
would die. The tide was fresh and the starfish were alive. The man
took a few steps, picked one and threw it into the water. He went to
the next and did the same and so no. One after the other he kept
throwing them back into the water.

Right behind him there was another person who couldnt understand
what this man was doing. He caught up with him and asked, What
are you doing? There are hundreds of starfish. How many can you
help? What difference does it make? This man did not reply, took two
more steps, picked up another one, threw it into the water, and said,
It makes a difference to this one.

What difference are we making? Big or small, it does not matter.

If everyone made a small difference, wed end up with a big
difference, wouldnt we?
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Special Olympics
The incident took place a few years ago at the Seattle Special
Olympics. The Special Olympics is a competition, which is open to
mentally retarded and mentally disabled children. In this competition,
youngsters, each with some form of disability, compete against each
other. Everyone was tense. The race was getting ready to start. Nine
children, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting
line for the 1 00-yard dash.

As the starter fired the shot that started the race, all the children in the
race started to run. Well, not exactly in a dash like other children
might have started to run. They all started with a relish and
determination to run the race to the finish and win. They wanted so
much to be like other children. Their proud parents sat in the stands.

All the youngsters started out in that race except one little fellow who
was so determined to win that he accidentally slipped and stumbled
on the asphalt. Because he had built up such a tremendous thrust, he
tumbled over and over and rolled uncontrollably on the ground. When
he finally came to a halt, he began to cry.

The other eight children in the competition, who were well ahead of
the one who fell, heard the boy cry. They looked back, and when they
saw what had happened, they not only slowed down, they began to
walk back to the child who had fallen.

One little girl with Down's syndrome, who was slightly older than the
others, ran over to the youngster who had fallen and she held his
bruised knee. She bent over and kissed the knee, adding, "This will
make it all better." The others helped him up. Then all nine linked
arms and walked together to the finish line.

Everyone in the stadium stood up! The cheering went on for several
minutes as tears filled the eyes of those who saw the incident.

People who were in the stands are still telling the story. Why?
Because deep down every one of us knows that what really
matters in this life is more than simply winning for ourselves...
What matters is helping others win, even if it means slowing
down and changing our course.
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Special Orders
Horror gripped the heart of the World War I soldier as he saw his
lifelong friend fall in battle. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire
whizzing over his head, the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go
out into the "No Man's Land" between the trenches to bring his fallen
comrade back.

"You can go," said the Lieutenant, "but I don't think it will be worth it.
Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your own life away."
The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway.

Miraculously he managed to reach his friend, hoist him onto his

shoulder, and bring him back to their company's trench. As the two of
them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench, the officer
checked the wounded soldier, and then looked kindly at his friend. "I
told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead, and you
are mortally wounded."

"It was worth it, though, sir," the soldier said.

"How do you mean, 'worth it? responded the Lieutenant, "Your friend
is dead!"

"Yes sir," the soldier answered. "But it was worth it because when I
got to him, he was still alive, and I had the satisfaction of hearing him
say, 'FRIEND, I knew you'd come.' "
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Stone Soup Story

Many years ago three soldiers, hungry and weary of battle, came
upon a small village. The villagers, suffering a meagre harvest and
the many years of war, quickly hid what little they had to eat and met
the three at the village square, wringing their hands and bemoaning
the lack of anything to eat.

The soldiers spoke quietly among themselves and the first soldier
then turned to the village elders. "Your tired fields have left you
nothing to share, so we will share what little we have: the secret of
how to make soup from stones."

Naturally the villagers were intrigued and soon a fire was put to the
town's greatest kettle as the soldiers dropped in three smooth stones.
"Now this will be a fine soup", said the second soldier; "but a pinch of
salt and some parsley would make it wonderful!" Up jumped a
villager, crying, "What luck! I've just remembered where some has
been left!" And off she ran, returning with an apron full of parsley and
a turnip. As the kettle boiled on, the memory of the village improved:
soon barley, carrots, beef and cream had found their way into the
great pot, and a cask of wine was rolled into the square as all sat
down to feast.

They ate and danced and sang well into the night, refreshed by the
feast and their newfound friends. In the morning the three soldiers
awoke to find the entire village standing before them. At their feet lay
a satchel of the village's best breads and cheese. "You have given us
the greatest of gifts: the secret of how to make soup from stones",
said an elder, "and we shall never forget." The third soldier turned to
the crowd, and said: "There is no secret, but this is certain: it is only
by sharing that we may make a feast", and off the soldiers wandered,
down the road.
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A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening
appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it
struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to
stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it
could and it could go no farther.

Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of

scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly
then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shrivelled

The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that,

at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to
support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life
crawling around with a swollen body and shrivelled wings. It never
was able to fly.

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that
the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get
through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing fluid from the
body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight
once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If

nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it
would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could
have been. And we could never fly...
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The Builder
An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-
contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a
more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He
would miss the pay cheque, but he needed to retire. They could get

The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he
could build just one more house as a personal favour. The carpenter
said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his
work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior
materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.

When the carpenter finished his work and the builder came to inspect
the house, the contractor handed the front-door key to the carpenter.
"This is your house," he said, "my gift to you."

What a shock! What a shame! If he had only known he was building

his own house, he would have done it all so differently. Now he had to
live in the home he had built none too well.

So it is with us. We build our lives in a distracted way, reacting rather

than acting, willing to put up less than the best. At important points we
do not give the job our best effort. Then with a shock we look at the
situation we have created and find that we are now living in the house
we have built. If we had realized, we would have done it differently.
Think of yourself as the carpenter. Think about your house. Each day
you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Build wisely. It is
the only life you will ever build. Even if you live it for only one day
more, that day deserves to be lived graciously and with dignity. The
plaque on the wall says, "Life is a do-it-yourself project." Who could
say it more clearly? Your life today is the result of your attitudes
and choices in the past. Your life tomorrow will be the result of
your attitudes and the choices you make today.
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The Cherry Tree

When George Washington was about six years old, he was made the
wealthy master of a hatchet of which, like most little boys, he was
extremely fond. He went about chopping everything that came his

One day, as he wandered about the garden amusing him by hacking

his mother's pea- sticks; he found a beautiful, young English cherry
tree, of which his father was most proud. He tried the edge of his
hatchet on the trunk of the tree and barked it so that it died.

Some time after this, his father discovered what had happened to his
favourite tree. He came into the house in great anger and demanded
to know whom the mischievous person was who had cut away the
bark. Nobody could tell him anything about it.

Just then George, with his little hatchet, came into the room.

"George," said his father, "do you know who has killed my beautiful
little cherry tree yonder in the garden? I would not have taken five
guineas for it!"

This was a hard question to answer, and for a moment George was
staggered by it, but quickly recovering himself he cried: --

"I cannot tell a lie, father, you know I cannot tell a lie! I did cut it with
my little hatchet."

The anger died out of his father's face, and taking the boy tenderly in
his arms, he said: --

"My son, that you should not be afraid to tell the truth is more to me
than a thousand trees! Yes, though they were blossomed with silver
and had leaves of the purest gold!"
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The Chicken
Once upon a time, there was a large mountainside, where an eagle's
nest rested. The eagle's nest contained four large eagle eggs. One
day an earthquake rocked the mountain causing one of the eggs to
roll down the mountain, to a chicken farm, located in the valley
bellow. The chickens knew that they must protect and care for the
eagle's egg, so an old hen volunteered to nature and raise the large
egg. One day, the egg hatched and a beautiful eagle was born.
Sadly, however, the eagle was raised to be a chicken. Soon, the
eagle believed he was nothing more than a chicken. The eagle loved
his home and family, but his spirit cried out for more. While playing a
game, on the farm one day, the eagle looked to the skies above and
noticed a group of mighty eagles soaring in the skies. "Oh", the eagle
cried, "I wish I could soar like those birds". The chickens roared with
laughter, "You can not soar with those birds! You are a chicken and
chickens do not soar". The eagle continued staring, at his real family
up above, dreaming that he could be with them. Each time, the eagle
would let his dreams be known, he was told it couldn't be done and
that is what the eagle learned to believe. The eagle, after time,
stopped dreaming and continued to live his life like a chicken. Finally,
after a long life as a chicken, the eagle passed away.

You become what you believe you are, so if you ever dream to
become an eagle follow your dreams not the words of a chicken.
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The Circus
Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to
buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between
the ticket counter and us. This family made a big impression on me.
There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. You could
tell they didn't have a lot of money. Their clothes were not expensive,
but they were clean. The children were well behaved, all of them
standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They
were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, elephants and other acts
they would see that night. One could sense they had never been to
the circus before. It promised to be a highlight of their young lives.
The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud
as could be. The mother was holding her husband's hand, looking up
at him as if to say, "You're my knight in shining armour." He was
smiling and basking in pride, looking at her as if to reply, "You got that
The ticket lady asked the father how many tickets he wanted. He
proudly responded, "Please let me buy eight childrens tickets and
two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus."
The ticket lady quoted the price.
The man's wife let go of his hand, her head dropped; the man's lip
began to quiver. The father leaned a little closer and asked, "How
much did you say?"
The ticket lady again quoted the price.
The man didn't have enough money. How was he supposed to turn
and tell his eight kids that he didn't have enough money to take them
to the circus?
Seeing what was going on, my dad put his hand into his pocket,
pulled out a $20 bill and dropped it on the ground. (We were not
wealthy in any sense of the word!) My father reached down, picked
up the bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me sir,
this fell out of your pocket."
The man knew what was going on. He wasn't begging for a handout
but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking,
embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my dad's eyes, took
my dad's hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and
with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied,
"Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my

My father and I went back to our car and drove home. We didn't go to
the circus that night, but we didn't go without.
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The Cookies
A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours
before her flight. She hunted for a book in an 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 sitting beside her, as bold as
could be. He grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which
she tried to ignore to avoid a scene. So she munched the cookies and
watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, "If I
wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye." With each cookie she took,
he took one too. When only one was left, she wondered what he
would 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... oooh, 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 to the gate, refusing to look back at the
thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane and sank in her seat, and then she 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 in despair, 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.

How many times in our lives, have we absolutely known that

something was a certain way, only to discover later that what we
believed to be true ... was not?
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The Devoted Son

Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted
young son, shared a passion for art collecting. Together they
travelled around the world, adding only the finest art treasures
to their collection. Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh,
Monet, and many others adorned the walls of their family
estate. The widowed elderly man looked on with satisfaction as
his only child became an experienced art collector. The son's
trained eye and sharp business mind caused his father to beam
with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.
As winter approached, war engulfed their nation, and the young
man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, the
elderly man received a telegram that his beloved son was
missing in action. The art collector anxiously awaited more
news, fearing he would never see his son again. Within days his
fears were confirmed. The young man had died while rushing a
fellow soldier to a medic. Distraught and lonely, the old man
faced the upcoming Christmas holidays with anguish and
sadness. The joys of the season-a season that he and his son
had so looked forward to in the past-would visit his house no
longer. On Christmas morning, a knock on the door awakened
the depressed old man. As he walked to the door, the
masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son
was not coming home. He opened the door and was greeted by
a soldier with a large package in his hand.
The soldier introduced himself to the old man by saying, "I was
a friend of your son. I was the one he was rescuing when he
died. May I come in for a few moments? I have something to
show you." As the two began to talk, the soldier told of how the
man's son had told every one of his-and his father's-love of fine
art work. "I'm also an artist," said the soldier, "and I want to give
you this." As the old man began to un-wrap the package, paper
gave way to reveal a portrait of the man's son. Though the
world would never consider it a work of genius, the painting
featured the young man's face in striking detail.
Overcome with emotion, the old man thanked the soldier,
promising to hang the portrait above the fireplace. A few hours
later, after the soldier had departed, the old man set about his
task. True to his word, the painting went above the fireplace,
pushing aside thousands of dollars worth of paintings. And then
the old man sat in his chair and spent Christmas gazing at the
gift he had been given. During the days and weeks that
followed, the man learned that his son had rescued dozens of
wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring heart. As the
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stories of his son's gallantry continued to reach him, fatherly

pride and satisfaction began to ease his grief, as he realized
that, although his son was no longer with him, the boy's life
would live on because of those he had touched. The painting of
his son soon became his most prized possession, far eclipsing
any interest in the priceless pieces for which museums around
the world clamoured. He told his neighbours it was the greatest
gift he had ever received. The following spring, the old man
became ill and passed away. The art world was in anticipation,
since, with the old man's passing, and his only son dead; those
paintings would be sold at an auction. According to the will of
the old man, all of the art works would be auctioned on
Christmas Day, the way he had received his greatest gift.
The day finally arrived and art collectors from around the world
gathered to bid on some of the world's most spectacular
paintings. Dreams could be fulfilled this day; greatness could be
achieved as some could say," I have the greatest collection."
The auction began with a painting that was not on any museum
list... It was the painting of the old man's son. The auctioneer
asked for an opening bid, but the room was silent.
"Who will open the bidding with $100?" he asked. Moments
passed as no one spoke. From the back of the room came,
"Who cares about that painting? It's just a picture of his son.
Let's forget it and get on to the good ones." More voices echoed
in agreement. "No, we have to sell this one-first," replied the
auctioneer. "Now who will take the son?" Finally, a friend of the
old man spoke. "Will you take $10 for the painting? That's all I
have. "Will anyone go higher?" called the auctioneer. After more
silence he said, "Going once, going twice... Gone" The gavel
fell. Cheers filled the room and someone shouted; "Now we can
get on with it and bid on these treasures!"
The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced that the
auction was over. Stunned disbelief quieted the room. Then
someone spoke up and asked, "What do you mean it's over?
We didn't come here for a portrait of some old man's son! What
about all of the other paintings?
There is millions of dollars worth of artwork here. We demand
an explanation!" The auctioneer replied, "It's very simple.
According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son...gets
it all."
Just as the art collectors discovered on that day...The
message is still the same...the love of the Father.... a Father
whose son gave his life for others...And because of that
Father's love...Whoever takes the Son gets it all.
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The Disabled Bus Driver

It was a stormy winter's day in New York City when Mrs Spodek left
the downtown Manhattan hospital with her wheelchair bound son in
tow. The blistery wind swept across the face of the buildings sending
drifts of snow into people's path. The 20 feet from the building to the
bus stop took almost every ounce of Mrs Spodek's strength. Finally
they reached the bus stop.

And they waited. A bus came by but it did not have the handicapped
leaning capability, which makes it easier for wheelchairs to board and
ride the buses. Despite the ravaging cold, Mrs Spodek decided to
wait a little longer.

Finally ten minutes later another bus comes by and this bus as well,
was not properly equipped with a lift for the wheelchair. Looking down
and the ice forming a ledge on her son's face, Mrs Spodek realized
that her son could not wait any longer. It was simply too cold.

The bus pulled up and Mrs Spodek reached down and began to lift up
the wheelchair all by herself.

"Hey lady, " called out the driver, "this bus does not have lift for that
wheelchair. You are going to have to wait for the next bus".

"Excuse me", responded Mrs Spodek as she struggled under the

weight of the wheelchair, anticipating the slippery sidewalk, "but if I
wait any longer my son here is going to freeze. You have no choice
but to take us on this bus".

Two passengers jumped down to help mother and son makes it onto
the bus. They awkwardly manoeuvred their way trying to keep the
little boy as comfortable as is possible in the narrow walkway.
Meanwhile, the bus driver continued grumbling and mumbling about
"the nerve of that lady pushing her way onto the bus".

As they settled into their seats, a voice could be heard from the back
of the bus, "Hey lady, you should not worry one bit. Your son is not
the one with the handicap. Your son is just fine if you ask me" came
the loud baritone voice from the Yankee cap and shirt sitting in the
back of the bus. "I will tell you who is handicapped lady, "continued
the man pausing then for effect. Then in a booming voice that could
have been heard half way across Manhattan he hit his final statement
home, "It is the bus driver who has the handicap lady. His mind is
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Tears rolled down Mrs Spodek's frozen cheeks as she nodded her
head in agreement.

Thirty minutes later when Mrs Spodek rang the bell to step off the
bus, the driver pulled all the way over to the side of the road,
unbuckled his seat belt and joined in helping mother and son

Just before the driver turned to go back to the bus he coughed and
cleared his throat and said, "Sorry lady. I was wrong".

Mrs Spodek responded with "Thank you for saying so".

Then looking at the boy in the wheelchair, the big burly New York bus
driver bent down and said, "You are lucky to have such a nice Mom".

With a twinkle sparkling in the corner of his eye, the little Spodek
looked back into the driver's eyes and said, "We were lucky to have a
nice driver".

The driver turned to go back on the bus but not before the Spodek's
heard him start to cry. "What a kid. What a kid".
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The Grocery List

Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her
face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the
store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge
a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill
and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.
John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she
leave his store. Visualizing the family needs, she said: 'Please, sir! I
will bring you the money just as soon as I can." John told her he could
not give her credit, as she did not have a charge account at his store.
Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the
conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told
the grocer man that he would stand good for whatever she needed for
her family. The grocer man said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you
have a grocery list? Louise replied, "Yes sir!"
"O.K." he said: "Put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your
grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries."
Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached
into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something
on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her
head still bowed.
The eyes of the grocer man and the customer showed amazement
when they saw the scales went down and stayed down. The grocer
man staring at the scales turned slowly to the customer and said
begrudgingly, "I can't believe it." The customer smiled and the grocer
man started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The
scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more
groceries on them until the scales would hold no more.
The grocer man stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the
piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater
amazement. It was not a grocery list; it was a prayer, which said:
"Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands."
The grocer man gave her the groceries that he had gathered and
placed on the scales and stood in stunned silence. Louise thanked
him and left the store. The customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to John
as he said, "It was worth every penny of it."

It was sometime later that John Longhouse discovered the

scales were broken, therefore only God knows how much a
prayer weighs!
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The House of 1000 Mirrors

Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the
House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place
and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the
stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway
with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his
great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little
dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great
smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and
friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a
wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."

In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as
the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs
and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the
1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them
and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he
left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go
back there again."

All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do
you see in the faces of the people you meet?
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The King's Highway

Once upon a time, a king had a great highway built for the people
who lived in his kingdom. After it was completed, but before it was
opened to the public, the king decided to have a contest. He invited
as many of his subjects as desired to participate. The challenge was
to see who could travel the highway the best, and the winner was to
receive a box of gold.

On the day of the contest, all the people came. Some of them had
fine chariots; some had fine clothing and fancy food to make the trip a
luxurious journey. Some wore their sturdiest shoes and ran along the
highway on their feet to show their skill. All day they travelled the
highway, and each one, when he arrived at the end, complained to
the king about a large pile of rocks and debris that had been left
almost blocking the road at one point, and that got in their way and
hindered their travel.

At the end of the day, a lone traveller crossed the finish line warily
and walked over to the king. He was tired and dirty, but he addressed
the king with great respect and handed him a small chest of gold. He
said, "I stopped along the way to clear a pile of rocks and debris that
was blocking the road. This chest of gold was under it all. Please
have it returned to its rightful owner."

The king replied, "You are the rightful owner." "Oh no," said the
traveller, "This is not mine. I've never known such money."

"Oh yes," said the king, "you've earned this gold, for you won my
contest. He who travels the road best is he who makes the road
better for those who will follow."

Remember those words of wisdom as you travel the road of life!

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The Little Boy Asks the Meaning of Life

An eight-year-old boy approached an old man in front of a wishing
well, looked up into his eyes, and asked:

"I understand you're a very wise man. I'd like to know the secret of

The old man looked down at the youngster and replied:

"I've thought a lot in my lifetime, and the secret can be summed up in

four words

The first is to think. Think about the values you wish to live your life

The second is to believe. Believe in yourself based on the thinking

you've done about the values you're going to live your life by.

The third is to dream. Dream about the things that can be, based
on your belief in yourself and the values you're going to live by.

The last is to dare. Dare to make your dreams become reality,

based on your belief in yourself and your values. "

And with that, Walter E. Disney said to the little boy, Think, Believe,
Dream, and Dare.
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The Most Caring Child

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he
was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most
caring child. The winner was a four-year-old child, whose next-door
neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's
yard, climbed onto his lap and just sat there. When his mother asked
him what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, "Nothing, I
just helped him cry."
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The Mountain Story

A son and his father were walking on the mountains. Suddenly, his
son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the


Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"

He receives the answer: "Who are you?"

Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"

He receives the answer: "Coward!"

He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"

The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention."

And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"

The voice answers: "I admire you!"

Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"

The voice answers: "You are a champion!"

The boy is surprised, but does not understand.

Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is
LIFE. It gives you back everything you say or do. Our life is simply a
reflection of our actions. If you want more love in the world, create
more love in your heart. If you want more competence in your team,
improve your competence. This relationship applies to everything, in
all aspects of life; Life will give you back everything you have given to

Your life is not a coincidence; its a reflection of you!

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The Mountain
There were two warring tribes in the Andes, one that lived in the
lowlands and the other high in the mountains. The mountain people
invaded the lowlanders one day, and as part of their plundering of the
people, they kidnapped a baby of one of the lowlander families and
took the infant with them back up into the mountains.

The lowlanders didn't know how to climb the mountain. They didn't
know any of the trails that the mountain people used, and they didn't
know where to find the mountain people or how to track them in the
steep terrain.

Even so, they sent out their best party of fighting men to climb the
mountain and bring the baby home.

The men tried first one method of climbing and then another. They
tried one trail and then another. After several days of effort, however,
they had climbed only several hundred feet.

Feeling hopeless and helpless, the lowlander men decided that the
cause was lost, and they prepared to return to their village below.

As they were packing their gear for the descent, they saw the baby's
mother walking toward them. They realized that she was coming
down the mountain that they hadn't figured out how to climb.

And then they saw that she had the baby strapped to her back. How
could that be?

One man greeted her and said, "We couldn't climb this mountain.
How did you do this when we, the strongest and most able men in the
village, couldn't do it?"

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "It wasn't your baby."
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The Power of Words

A group of frogs were travelling through the woods, and two of them
fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When
they saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were
as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to
jump up out of the pit with all of their might. The other frogs kept
telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead.

Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying
and gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog continued to jump
as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to
stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it
out. You see this frog was deaf, unable to hear the others plea. He
thought they were encouraging him the entire time.

This story teaches two lessons.

There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging

word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them
make it through the day. A destructive word to someone who is
down can be what it takes to kill him/her. Be careful of what you

Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words... it
is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can
go such a long way. So from this day forward, think before you
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The Red Light Special

Two men were in a car when they had to stop at a red signal light.
The man at the wheel did not say anything.

The other man by his side, fretting and fuming, said, "The time we
waste at these red lights - why, a man could write a book!"

The driver still said nothing.

Finally the man beside him said, "Didn't you hear what I said?"


"How come you did not hear? I was talking".

"Whom were you talking to?"

"I was talking to God," he said. "I've been making it a practice every
time I get to a red light to pray for one of my friends. It is wonderful
how many folks I have on my prayer list and how many I have time to
pray for in this way."
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The Smile
About ten years ago when I was an undergraduate in college, I was
working as an intern at my University's Museum of Natural History.
One day while working at the cash register in the gift shop, I saw an
elderly couple come in with a little girl in a wheelchair.

As I looked closer at this girl, I saw that she was kind of perched on
her chair. I then realized she had no arms or legs, just a head, neck
and torso. She was wearing a little white dress with red polka dots.

As the couple wheeled her up to me I was looking down at the

register. I turned my head toward the girl and gave her a wink. As I
took the money from her grandparents, I looked back at the girl, who
was giving me the cutest, largest smile I have ever seen. All of a
sudden her handicap was gone and all I saw was this beautiful girl,
whose smile just melted me and almost instantly gave me a
completely new sense of what life is all about. She took me from a
poor, unhappy college student and brought me into her world, a world
of smiles, love and warmth.

That was ten years ago. I'm a successful businessperson now and
whenever I get down and think about the troubles of the world, I think
about that little girl and the remarkable lesson about life that she
taught me.
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The Scorpion & the Turtle

A scorpion, being a very poor swimmer, asked a turtle to carry him on
his back across a river. "Are you mad?" exclaimed the turtle. "You'll
sting me while I'm swimming and I'll drown."

"My dear turtle," laughed the scorpion, "if I were to sting you, you
would drown and I would go down with you. Now where is the logic in

"You're right?" cried the turtle. "Hop on!" The scorpion climbed aboard
and halfway across the river gave the turtle a mighty sting. As they
both sank to the bottom, the turtle resignedly said:

"Do you mind if I ask you something? You said there'd be no logic in
your stinging me. Why did you do it?"

"It has nothing to do with logic," the drowning scorpion sadly replied.
"It's just in my nature."

In the last trembling moments of the turtle's existence, its life starts to
play back like a movie in fast-forward. As the movie reaches its last
frame, it freezes on the old adage "to try is to fail - not to try is to
surrender" as the river swallows both of them in an inevitable act of
nature and the soul of the turtle rejoins its creator.

Comments: - This story reflects the destructive behaviour of

living beings and illustrates how certain qualities can be very
hard to change, if not impossible. Thus, if we are to succeed in
life, we firstly must get to know ourselves - and be honest about
our inclinations, preferences, and limitations. And, secondly, in
working towards our goals should be considerate not hinder
others in theirs.
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The Story of a Clown

A certain man made an appointment to see a psychologist. He arrived
at the psychologist's office and said to him, "Doctor, I always feel
depressed. No matter what I do I still feel depressed. I just don't know
what to do."

The psychologist looked at him and said, "Come with me to the


The man followed and then the psychologist pointed outside and said,
"Do you see that tent over there in the distance? Well, there is a
circus in town and it is really good. There are lots of acts to watch;
especially the clown acts. And there is one clown in particular who is
extremely funny. He will make you rock with laughter over and over
again. Go and see that clown and I guarantee that you will not have
reason to be depressed again!"

The man turned to the psychologist with sad eyes and said, "Doctor, I
am that clown!"
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The Teacher
Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the
very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like
most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved
them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that
was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his
seat on the third row, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and

noticed he didn't play well with the other children, that his
clothes were un-kept and that he constantly needed a bath. And
Teddy was unpleasant.

It got to the point during the first few months that she would
actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen,
making bold X's and then marking the F at the top of the paper
biggest of all. Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one
else seemed to enjoy him, either.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to

review each child's records and put Teddy's off until last. When
she opened his file, she was in for a surprise. His first-grade
teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright, inquisitive child with a ready
laugh." "He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is
a joy to be around."

His second-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student

well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his
mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a

His third-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy continues to work hard

but his mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his
best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life
will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and

doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many
friends and sometimes sleeps in class. He is tardy and could
become a problem."

By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem, but Christmas

was coming fast. It was all she could do, with the school play
and all, until the day before the holidays began and she was
suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard.
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Her children brought her presents, all in beautiful ribbon and

bright paper, except for Teddy's, which was clumsily wrapped in
the heavy, brown paper of a scissor grocery bag. Mrs.
Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other

Some of the children started to laugh when she found a

rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a
bottle that was one-quarter full of cologne. She stifled the
children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet
was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume behind the
other wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed behind just long enough to
say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used

After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very
day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and speaking. Instead,
she began to teach children. Jean Thompson paid particular
attention to the one, they all called "Teddy."

As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The
more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. On days
where there would be an important test, Mrs. Thompson would
remember that cologne. By the end of the year he had become
one of the smartest children in the class and. well, he had also
become the "pet" of the teacher who had once vowed to love all
of her children exactly the same.

A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy,
telling her that of all the teachers he'd had in elementary school,
she was his favourite. Six years went by before she got another
note from Teddy.

He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his

class, and she was still his favourite teacher of all time.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while
things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck
with it, and would graduate from college with the highest of
honours. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still his favourite

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This
time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he
decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was
still his favourite teacher, but that now his name was a little
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longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.

The story doesn't end there. You see there was yet another
letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was to be
married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years
ago and he was wondering...well, if Mrs. Thompson might agree
to sit in the pew usually reserved for the mother of the groom.
And guess what, she wore that bracelet, the one with several
rhinestones missing. And I bet on that special day, Jean
Thompson smelled just like...well, just like the way Teddy
remembered his mother smelling on their last Christmas

THE MORAL: You never can tell what type of impact you
may make on another's life by your actions or lack of
action. Consider this fact in your venture thru life.
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The View
Two men, both aged and seriously ill, occupied the same hospital
room. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives
and families, their homes, their old jobs, their experiences in World
War II, and all kinds of other things.

One man managed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon
where he could look out the room's only window, and every time he
did, he would describe to his roommate all the things he could see.
He told of a park with a lovely lake. Ducks swam on the water while
children sailed their model boats. Grand old trees graced the
landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the
distance. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a
parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band, he
could imagine it as the man by the window described it.

Finally, after many weeks, the man by the window died. The other
man asked the nurse to be moved next to the window so he could
see the view. The nurse was happy to make the switch, but when he
was finally able to look out the window, he found that it faced the
blank, brick wall of the building across the street!

The man asked the nurse how the man was able to describe such
wonderful things outside the window. She said, "Maybe he just
wanted to make you happy."

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite

our own situations. Happiness when shared is doubled. Count
your blessings. "Today is a gift; that's why it is called the
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The Wallet
As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone
had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some
identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only
three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in
there for years.

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was
the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some
clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written
almost sixty years ago. It was written in a beautiful feminine
handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-
hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose
name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any
more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she
would always love him. It was signed, Hannah. It was a beautiful
letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the
owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator
could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the

owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there
is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a

moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I
can't give you the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call
that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her
to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the
line. "I have a party who will speak with you."

I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by
the name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a
family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years
ago!" "Would you know where that family could be located now?" I

"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home
some years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with
them they might be able to track down the daughter." She gave me
the name of the nursing home and I called the number.

They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they
did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might
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be living. I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered

explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making
such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three
dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old? Nevertheless, I
called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living
and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is
staying with us.

Even though it was already 10 pm, I asked if I could come by to see

her. "Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she
might be in the day room watching television."

I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse
and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of
the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to
Hannah. She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile
and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about finding the wallet and
showed her the letter.

The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower
on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter
was the last contact I ever had with Michael." She looked away for a
moment deep in thought and then said softly, "I loved him very much.
But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh,
he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."

"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If

you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated
for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You
know, she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never
did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."

I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first
floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old
lady able to help you?" I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I
have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the
whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet."

I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case
with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait
a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that
bright red lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it
in the halls at least three times."
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"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.

"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's
wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks." I thanked
the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her what
the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on.

I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up. On the eighth floor, the floor
nurse said, "I think he's still in the day room. He likes to read at night.
He's a darling old man."

We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man
reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost
his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his
back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"

This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be

yours?" I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it,
he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out
of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward."

"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the
letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet." The smile on
his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"

"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is." He suddenly
grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still
as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.

"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly. The
old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where
she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said,
You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when
that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've
always loved her. "

"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me." We took the elevator down to
the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little
night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting
alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.

"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with
me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?" She adjusted her
glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word. Michael said
softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, its Michael. Do you remember
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She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael"
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I
left with tears streaming down our faces. "See," I said. "See how the
Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will be."

About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing
home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael
and Hannah are going to tie the knot!" It was a beautiful wedding with
all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the
celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful.
Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best
man. The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted
to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two
teenagers, you had to see this couple. That was a perfect ending of a
love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
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The Wolves Within

An old Grandfather, whose grandson came to him with anger at a
schoolmate who had done him an injustice, said, "Let me tell you a
story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken
so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down,
and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing
your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many

He continued, "It is as if there are two wolves inside me; one is good
and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does
not take offence when no offence was intended. He will only fight
when it is right to do so, and in the right way."

"But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him
into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He
cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is hard to live
with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominant my

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eye and asked, "Which
one wins, Grandfather?"

The Grandfather solemnly said, "The one I feed."

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Three Powerful Words

A funny story is told about General George Patton from his World War
II days. He once accepted an invitation to dine at a press camp in
Africa. Wine was served in canteen cups but, obviously thinking he
was served coffee, Patton poured cream into his cup. As he stirred in
sugar, Patton was warned that his cup contained red wine and not

Now, General Patton could never, never be wrong. Without hesitating

he replied, "I know. I like my wine this way." And he drank it!

I relate this story because I see something of myself, and perhaps

most of us, here. It is difficult to admit mistakes. It is hard to admit
when we are wrong. Three of life's most difficult words to say are, "I
was wrong."

But they are also three of the most powerful words we can utter. "I
was wrong" breaks down barriers between people. It brings estranged
people together. And it creates a climate where intimacy and love
may flourish. You may be surprised at how positively many people
respond to the words, "I was wrong"!

Naturally, it is a risk. But to admit when you are wrong is not to

confess that you are a "bad" person. Simply an honest one and true
friends will appreciate you for it.

Whole and happy lives are built by people who have learned the
power of intimacy, in part, through the use of the words "I was
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Unconditional Love
A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after
having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.

"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favour to ask. I have a
friend I'd like to bring home with me."

"Sure," they replied, "We would love to meet him."

"There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt
pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an
arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come
live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere
to live."

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone
with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our
own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our
lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy.
He'll find a way to live on his own."

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing
more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from
the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a
building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-
stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city
morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to
their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their
son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love
those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like
people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We
would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful,
or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us
that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that
welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we
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Understanding and Attitude

A little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious
disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously
survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed
to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little
brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood
to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a
deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save her."

As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and

smiled, as we all did, seeing the colour returning to her cheeks. Then
his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor
and asked with a trembling voice, "How long until I die?" Being young,
the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going
to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her. You see
understanding and attitude, after all, is everything.
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Weakness or Strength
Sometimes your biggest weakness can become your biggest
strength. Take, for example, the story of one 10-year-old boy who
decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a
devastating car accident.
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy
was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of
training the master had taught him only one move.
"Sensei," the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?"
"This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever
need to know," the sensei replied.
Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept
Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament.
Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third
match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent
became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to
win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the
This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced.
For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the
boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to
stop the match when the sensei intervened.
"No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue."
Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake:
he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him.
The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the
On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each
and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what
was really on his mind.
"Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"
"You won for two reasons," the sensei answered. "First, you've almost
mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second,
the only known defence for that move is for your opponent to grip
your left arm."
The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.
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An article in National Geographic several years ago provided a
penetrating picture of God's wings. After a forest fire in Yellowstone
National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to
assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally
petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of
a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the
bird with a stick. When he struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from
under their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of
impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree
and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that
the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had
refused to abandon her babies. When the blaze had arrived and the
heat had singed her small body, the mother had remained steadfast.
Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of her
wings would live.
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One day a fisherman was lying on a beautiful beach, with his fishing
pole propped up in the sand and his solitary line cast out into the
sparkling blue surf. He was enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun
and the prospect of catching a fish.

About that time, a businessman came walking down the beach, trying
to relieve some of the stress of his workday. He noticed the fisherman
sitting on the beach and decided to find out why this fisherman was
fishing instead of working harder to make a living for himself and his
family. "You aren't going to catch many fish that way," said the
businessman to the fisherman. "You should be working rather than
lying on the beach!"

The fisherman looked up at the businessman, smiled and replied,

"And what will my reward be?" "Well, you can get bigger nets and
catch more fish!" was the businessman's answer. "And then what will
my reward be?" asked the fisherman, still smiling. The businessman
replied, "You will make money and you'll be able to buy a boat, which
will then result in larger catches of fish!" "And then what will my
reward be?" asked the fisherman again. The businessman was
beginning to get a little irritated with the fisherman's questions. "You
can buy a bigger boat, and hire some people to work for you!" he

"And then what will my reward be?" repeated the fisherman. The
businessman was getting angry. "Don't you understand? You can
build up a fleet of fishing boats, sail all over the world, and let all your
employees catch fish for you!" Once again the fisherman asked, "And
then what will my reward be?" The businessman was red with rage
and shouted at the fisherman, "Don't you understand that you can
become so rich that you will never have to work for your living again!
You can spend all the rest of your days sitting on this beach, looking
at the sunset. You won't have a care in the world!"

The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said, "And what do you
think I'm doing right now?"
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God's Perfection
In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning
disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire
school career, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional

At a Chush fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a

speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out, "Where
is the perfection in my son Shaya? Everything God does is done with
perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children
do. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do.
Where is God's perfection?"

The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father's

anguish, stilled by the piercing query.

"I believe," the father answered, "that when God brings a child like
this into the world, the perfection that he seeks is in the way people
react to this child." He then told the following story about his son
Shaya: -

One afternoon Shaya and his father walked past a park where some
boys Shaya knew were playing baseball.

Shaya asked, "Do you think they will let me play?"

Shaya's father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that most
boys would not want him on their team. But Shaya's father
understood that if his son were chosen to play it would give him a
comfortable sense of belonging.

Shaya's father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if
Shaya could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his
teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and
said, "We are losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the
ninth inning." Shaya's father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly.
Shaya was told to put on a glove and go out to play short centre field.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shaya's team scored a few runs
but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning,
Shaya's team scored again and now with two outs and the bases
loaded with the potential winning run on base, Shaya was scheduled
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to be up. Would the team actually let Shaya bat at this juncture and
give away their chance to win the game? Surpassingly, Shaya was
given the bat.

Everyone knew that it was all but impossible because Shaya didn't
even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it. However
as Shaya stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to
lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least be able to make contact.

The first pitch came in and Shaya swung clumsily and missed. One of
Shaya's teammates came up to Shaya and together the held the bat
and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again took
a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shaya. As the pitch
came in, Shaya and his teammate swung at the bat and together they
hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft
grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shaya would have been out and that would have ended the game.
Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right
field, far beyond reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling,
"Shaya, run to first. Run to first." Never in his life had Shaya ran to
first. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed and startled. By the
time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could
have thrown the ball to the second baseman that would tag out
Shaya, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what the
pitcher's intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the
third baseman's head. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to
second. Shaya ran towards second base as the runners ahead of
him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shaya reached
second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the
direction of third base and shouted, "Run to third." As Shaya rounded
third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, "Shaya
run home."

Shaya ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on
their shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit a "grand
slam" and won the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
"those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection."
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Who Packed Your Parachute?

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is
really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you,
congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to
them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.

Charles Plumb, a US Naval Academy graduate, was a jet pilot in

Vietnam. After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a
surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy
lands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist
Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on
lessons learned from that experience. One day, when Plumb and his
wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and
said, "You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft
carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!" "How in the world did you
know that?" asked Plumb. "I packed your parachute," the man

Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand
and said, "I guess it worked!" Plumb assured him, "It sure did. If your
chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today."

Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says,
"I kept wondering what he might have looked like in a Navy uniform: A
white hat, a bib in the back, and bell bottom trousers. I wonder how
many times I might have seen him and not even said good morning,
how are you or anything else, because, you see, I was a fighter pilot,
and he was just a sailor." Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor
had spent on a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully
weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his
hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.

Now, Plumb asks his audience, "Who's packing your parachute?"

Everyone has someone who provides what he or she needs to make

it through the day. Plumb also points out that he needed many kinds
of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory -
he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his
emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all
these supports before reaching safety. His experience reminds us all
to prepare ourselves to weather whatever storms lie ahead. As you
go through this week, this month, this year... recognize people who
pack your parachute!
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Wise Woman
A wise woman who was travelling in the mountains found a precious
stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveller who was
hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The
hungry traveller saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give
it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveller left, rejoicing his
good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him
security for a lifetime.

But, a few days later, he came back to return the stone to the wise
woman. "I've been thinking," he said. "I know how valuable this stone
is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even
more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to
give me this stone."

Sometimes it not the wealth you have but what's inside you that
others need.
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You Are Wonderful

The following true story captured our heart. It happened several years
ago in the Paris opera house. A famous singer had been contracted
to sing, and ticket sales were booming. In fact, the night of the
concert found the house packed and every ticket sold. The feeling of
anticipation and excitement was in the air as the house manager took
the stage and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your
enthusiastic support. I am afraid that due to illness, the man whom
you've all come to hear will not be performing tonight. However, we
have found a suitable substitute we hope will provide you with
comparable entertainment." The crowd groaned in disappointment
and failed to hear the announcer mention the stand-in's name. The
environment turned from excitement to frustration.

The stand-in performer gave the performance everything he had.

When he had finished, there was nothing but an uncomfortable
silence. No one applauded. Suddenly, from the balcony, a little boy
stood up and shouted, "Daddy, I think you are wonderful!" The crowd
broke into thunderous applause.

We all need people in our Lives who are willing to stand up once
in a while and say, "I think you are wonderful.
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The Cracked Water Jar

Once there was a water jar that had a long hairline crack in it. The Jar
leaked so badly that, when it was filled to the brim with water
and carried back to the house, by the time it got there half the water
had leaked out. Nevertheless, the servant of the house used it daily,
along with another jar that didn't leak one bit. After several months of
constant daily use, the cracked water jar was very depressed at the
fact that it had only been able to get half as much water to the house
as the other jar. When the servant heard the jar moaning about this,
he said, "You have nothing to be ashamed of! You did the best job
that you could. And, look I always carried you on the right side
walking back to the house, and the other jar on the left. See the
path??? On the right side, there are beautiful flowers all along the
path, but on the left, nothing is growing - it has been too dry this

So...when we grow discouraged about not being "productive",

remember, the cracked water jar, which was doing a job it didn't
even know it was doing at all...that the whole water jar couldn't
have done.
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Shake It Off
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried
piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.
Finally he decided the animal was old and the well needed to be
covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He
invited all his neighbours to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the
donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to
everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later,
the farmer finally looked down the well and was astonished at what
he saw. With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was
doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the
animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon,
everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the
well and trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting
out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our
troubles is a stepping-stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just
by not stopping, never giving up!

Shake it off and take a step up!

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Think For Others

Try to think hard before u go down for the answer.

Once there was loving couple travelling in a bus in a mountainous

area. They decided to get down at some place. The couple
disembarked and the bus moved on. As it moved on, a humongous
rock fell on the bus from the mountain and crushed the bus to
crumbs. Everybody on board was killed. The couple upon seeing that,
said, "We wish we were on that bus".

What do you think, why they said so?


If they had remained on the bus instead of deciding to get down, the
resulting time delay could have been avoided and the rock would
have fallen after the bus had passed...

Think positive in life always and look for opportunities when u

can help others.
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We'll see...
Once upon a time, there was a farmer in the central region of China.
He didn't have a lot of money and, instead of a tractor he used an old
horse to plough his field.
One afternoon, while working in the field, the horse dropped dead.
Everyone in the village said, "Oh, what a horrible thing to happen."
The farmer said simply, "We'll see." He was so at peace and so calm,
that everyone in the village got together and, admiring his attitude,
gave him a new horse as a gift.
Everyone's reaction now was, "What a lucky man." And the farmer
said, "We'll see."
A couple days later, the new horse jumped a fence and ran away.
Everyone in the village shook their heads and said, "What a poor
The farmer smiled and said, "We'll see."
Eventually, the horse found his way home, and everyone again said,
"What a fortunate man."
The farmer said, "We'll see."
Later in the year, the farmer's young boy went out riding on the horse
and fell and broke his leg. Everyone in the village said, "What a
shame for the poor boy."
The farmer said, "We'll see."
Two days later, the army came into the village to draft new recruits.
When they saw that the farmer's son had a broken leg, they decided
not to recruit him.
Everyone said, "What a fortunate young man."
The farmer smiled again - and said, "We'll see."

Moral of the story: There's no use in overreacting to the events

and circumstances of our everyday lives. Many times what looks
like a setback, may actually be a gift in disguise. And when our
hearts are in the right place, all events and circumstances are
gifts that we can learn valuable lessons from. As Fra Giovanni
once said: "Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, or a duty, believe
me... the gift is there and the wonder of an overshadowing
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Playing a Violin with Three Strings

On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage to give
a concert. Getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was
stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and
walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk across the stage
one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an awesome sight. He
walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair. Then he
sits down, slowly, puts his crutches on the floor, undoes the clasps on
his legs, tucks one foot back and extends the other foot forward. Then
he bends down and picks up the violin, puts it under his chin, nods to
the conductor and proceeds to play.

By now, the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly while he
makes his way across the stage to his chair. They remain reverently
silent while he undoes the clasps on his legs. They wait until he is
ready to play.

But this time, something went wrong. Just as he finished the first few
bars, one of the strings on his violin broke. Everyone could hear it
snap - it went off like gunfire across the room. There was no
mistaking what that sound meant. There was no mistaking what he
had to do.

Audiences figured that he would have to get up, put on the clasps
again, pick up the crutches and limp his way off stage - to either find
another violin or else find another string for this one. But he didn't.
Instead, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and then signalled the
conductor to begin again. The orchestra began, and he played from
where he had left off. And he played with such passion and such
power and such purity, as they had never heard before.

Of course, anyone knows that it is impossible to play a symphonic

work with just three strings, but that night Itzhak Perlman refused to
know that. Everyone could see him modulating, changing, and re-
composing the piece in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was
de-tuning the strings to get new sounds from them that they had
never made before.

When he finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And

then people rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst
of applause from every corner of the auditorium. All were all on
their feet, screaming and cheering; doing everything they could to
show how much they appreciated what he had done.
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He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to quiet us,
and then he said - not boastfully, but in a quiet, pensive, reverent tone
- "You know, sometimes it is the artist's task to find out how much
music you can still make with what you have left."

What a powerful line that is. It must have stayed many minds ever
since they heard it. And who knows? Perhaps that is the definition of
life - not just for artists but also for all of us.

Here is a man who has prepared all his life to make music on a violin
of four strings, who, all of a sudden, in the middle of a concert, finds
himself with only three strings; so he makes music with three strings,
and the music he made that night with just three strings was more
beautiful, more sacred, more memorable, than any that he had ever
made before, when he had four strings.

So, perhaps our task in this shaky, fast-changing, bewildering

world in which we live is to make music, at first with all that we
have, and then, when that is no longer possible, to make music
with what we have left.
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Can You See God?

A small boy once approached his slightly older sister with a question
about God. "Susie, can anybody ever really see God?" he asked.
Busy with other things, Susie curtly replied: "No, of course not silly.
God is so far up in heaven that nobody can see him."

Time passed, but his question still lingered so he approached his

mom: "Mom, can anybody ever really see God?" "No, not really," she
gently said. "God is a spirit and he dwells in our hearts, but we can
never really see Him."

Somewhat satisfied but still wondering, the youngster went on his

way. Not long afterwards, his saintly old grandfather took the little boy
on a fishing trip. They were having a great time together. The sun
was beginning to set with unusual splendour and the grandfather
stared silently at the exquisite beauty unfolding before them. On
seeing the face of his grandfather reflecting such deep peace and
contentment, the little boy thought for a moment and finally spoke

"Granddad, I--I-- wasn't going to ask anybody else, but I wonder if

you can tell me the answer to something I've been wondering about a
long time. Can anybody--can anybody ever really see God?

The old man did not even turn his head. A long moment slipped by
before he finally answered. "Son," he quietly said. "It's getting so I
can't see anything else."
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The Real Meaning of Peace

"There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would
paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at
all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to
choose between them.

One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for
peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky
with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a
perfect picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and
bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which
lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming
waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all. But when the king looked
closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in
the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the
midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest - in
perfect peace.

Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chose the second
picture. Do you know why?

"Because," explained the king, "peace does not mean to be in a

place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace
means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in
your heart. That is the real meaning of peace."
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Live Free
The 92 year old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully
dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably
coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind,
moved to a nursing home. Her husband of 70 years recently passed
away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting
patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when
told her room was ready. As she manoeuvred her walker to the
elevator, she was provided a visual description of her tiny room by the
accompanying attendant, including the eyelet sheets that had been
hung on her window.

"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight year old having
just been presented with a new puppy.

"Mrs Jones, you haven't seen the room.... Just wait."

"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied. "Happiness is

something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or
not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged... it's how I
arrange my mind. I already decided to love it ... It's a decision I make
every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day
in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that
no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new
day and all the happy memories I've stored away ... just for this time
in my life.

Old age is like a bank account ... you withdraw from what you've put
in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the
bank account of memories. Thank you for your part in filling my
Memory bank. I am still depositing.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy: -

1. Free your heart from hatred.

2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
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A Stranger at My Home
A very weird thing has happened. A strange old man has moved into
my house. I have no idea who he is, where he came from, or how he
got in. I certainly did not invite him. All I know is that one-day he
wasn't there, and the next day he was!

He is a clever old man and manages to keep out of sight for the
most part, but whenever I pass a mirror, I catch a glimpse of him.
And, whenever I look in the mirror to check my appearance, there he
is hogging the whole thing, completely obliterating my gorgeous face
and body. This is very rude! I have tried screaming at him, but he just
screams back.

The least he could do is offer to pay part of the rent, but no. Every
once in a while, I find a rupee bill stuck in a coat pocket, or some
loose change under a sofa cushion, but it is not nearly enough. I don't
want to jump to conclusions, but I think he is stealing money from me.
I go to the bank and withdraw 1000.00 bucks, and a few days later,
it's all gone! I certainly don't spend money THAT fast, so I can only
conclude the old man is pilfering from me. Youd think he would
spend some of that money to buy wrinkle cream. And money isn't the
only thing I think he is stealing. Food seems to disappear at an
alarming rate--especially the good stuff like ice cream, cookies, and
candy. He must have a real sweet tooth, but he'd better watch it,
because he is really packing on the pounds. I suspect he realizes
this, and to make himself feel better, he is tampering with my scale to
make me think I am putting on weight, too.

For an old man, he is quite childish. He likes to play nasty games, like
going into my closets when I'm not home and altering my clothes so
they don't fit. And he messes with my files and papers so I can't find
anything. This is particularly annoying since I am extremely neat and

He has found other imaginative ways to annoy me. He gets into my

mail, newspapers, and magazines before I do and blurs the print so I
can't read it. And he has done something really sinister to the volume
controls on my TV, radio, and telephone. Now, all I hear are mumbles
and whispers.

He has done other things--like make my stairs steeper, my vacuum

heavier and all the knob and faucets harder to turn. He even made
my bed higher so that getting into and out of it is a real challenge.
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Lately, he has been fooling with my groceries before I put them

away, applying glue to the lids, making it almost impossible for me to
open the jars. He has taken the fun out of shopping for clothes.
When I try something on, he stands in front of the dressing room
mirror and monopolizes it. He looks totally ridiculous in some of those
outfits, plus, he keeps me from seeing how great they look on me.

Just when I thought he couldn't get any meaner, he proved me

wrong. He came along when I went to get my picture taken for my
driving license, and just as the camera shutter clicked, he jumped in
front of me!

I hope he never finds out where YOU live!

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Think About This....

After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive
the spark of love. A little while ago I had started to go out with another
woman. It was really my wife's idea. "I know that you love her," she
said one day, taking me by surprise. "But I love YOU," I protested. "I
know, but you also love her."

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother,

who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and
my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked?

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or
a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "I thought that it would be
pleasant to pass some time with you. I respondedJust the two of
us." She thought about it for a moment then said "I would like that
very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit
nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed
to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on.
She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn
to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that
was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go
out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into
the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting".

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and
cosy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we
sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large
print. Half way through the entree, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom
sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I
who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favour," I respond.
During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation - nothing
extraordinary - but catching up on recent events of each others life.
We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her
house later, she said "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me
invite you". I agreed.

"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very
nice; much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It
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happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for

her. Some time later I received an envelope with a copy of a
restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An
attached note said "I paid this bill in advance. I was almost sure that I
couldn't be there but, never the less, I paid for two plates - one for you
and the other for you wife. You will never know what that night meant
for me. I love you."

At that moment I understood the importance of saying in time

"Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give
them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off to
"some other time".

"If you judge people, you have no time to love them."

- Mother Theresa
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Give This a Thought

A group of children are playing near two railway tracks, one still in use
while the other disused. Only one child is playing on the disused
track, the rest on the operational track. The train comes, and you are
just beside the track interchange. You could make the train change its
course to the disused track and save most of the kids. However, that
would also mean the lone child playing by the disused track would be
sacrificed; or would you rather let the train go its way?
Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could make.
Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and
sacrifice only one child.
You might think the same way, I guess.
Exactly, I thought the same way initially because to save most of the
children at the expense of only one child was rational decision most
people would make, morally and emotionally. But, have you ever
thought that the child choosing to play on the disused track had in fact
made the right decision to play at a safe place?
Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends
who chose to play where the danger was.
This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday. In the office,
community, in politics and especially in a democratic society, the
minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority, no matter
how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted and
knowledgeable the minority are.
The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track
was sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed
a tear for him.
The friend who forwarded me the story said he would not try to
change the course of the train because he believed that the
kids playing on the operational track should have known very well
that track was still in use, and that they should have run away if
they heard the train's sirens. If the train was diverted, that lone child
would definitely die because he never thought the train could come
over to that track!

While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that
need to be made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may
not always be the right one.
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To All Mothers and Children

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long
way?" she asked. And the guide said "Yes, the way is hard. And you
will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better
than the beginning." But the young mother was happy, and she
would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So
she played with her children, gathered flowers for them along the
way, bathed them in the clear streams, the sun shone on them, and
the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the
children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close
and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we
are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children
climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times
she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the
children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother,
we would not have done it without you." And the mother, when she
lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day
than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of
hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have given them

And the next day came strange clouds which, darkened the earth,
clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and
stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light."
And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting
glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the
Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children

And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years,
and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children
were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way
was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at
last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and
golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of
my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for
my children can walk alone, and their children after them."

And the children said, You will always walk with us, Mother, even
when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched
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her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they
said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is
more than a memory. She is a living presence."

Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as
you walk down the street, she's the smell of bleach in your freshly
laundered socks she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not
well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in
every teardrop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and
she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first
love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space...not even death.
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A Lesson in Heart
A lesson in "heart" is my little, 10-year-old daughter, Sarah, who was
born with a muscle missing in her foot and wears a brace all the time.
She came home one beautiful spring day to tell me she had
competed in "field day"- that's where they have lots of races and other
competitive events. Because of her leg support, my mind raced as I
tried to think of encouragement for my Sarah, things I could say to her
about not letting this get her down-but before I could get a word out,
she said, "Daddy, I won two of the races!" I couldn't believe it! And
then Sarah said, "I had an advantage." Ahh. I knew it. I thought she
must have been given a head start... some kind of physical
advantage. But again, before I could say anything, she said, "Daddy, I
didn't get a head start... My advantage was I had to try harder!"
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Roles and How We Play Them

Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in my life, I stop and think
about a little Boy. The boy was trying out for a part in a school play.
His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she
feared he would not be chosen. On the day the parts were awarded,
his mother went to collect him after school. The boy rushed up to her,
eyes shining with pride and excitement. "Guess what Mom," he
shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me:
"I've been chosen to clap and cheer."
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Catch of a Lifetime
There was once an 11-year-old who went fishing every chance he got
from the dock at his family's cabin on an island in the middle of a New
Hampshire lake. On the day before bass season opened, he and his
father were fishing early in the evening, catching sunfish and perch
with worms. Then he tied on a small silver lure and practiced casting.
The lure struck the water and caused coloured ripples in the sunset;
then silver ripples as the moon rose over the lake.

When his pole doubled over, he knew something huge was on the
other end. His father watched with admiration as the boy skilfully
worked the fish alongside the dock. Finally he very gingerly lifted the
exhausted fish from the water. It was the largest one he had ever
seen, but it was a bass.

The boy and his father looked at the handsome fish, gills playing back
and forth in the moonlight. The father lit a match and looked at his
watch. It was 10 p.m. -- two hours before the season opened. He
looked at the fish, then at the boy. "You'll have to put it back, son," he

"Dad!" cried the boy. "There will be other fish," said his father. "Not as
big as this one," cried the boy. He looked around the lake. No other
fishermen or boats were anywhere around in the moonlight. He
looked again at his father.

Even though no one had seen them, nor could anyone ever know
what time he caught the fish, the boy could tell by the clarity of his
father's voice that the decision was not negotiable. He slowly worked
the hook out of the lip of the huge bass, and lowered it into the black

The creature swished its powerful body and disappeared. The boy
suspected that he would never again see such a great fish.

That was 34 years ago. Today the boy is a successful architect in

New York City. His father's cabin is still there on the lake. He takes
his own son and daughters fishing from the same dock.

And he was right. He has never again caught such a magnificent fish
as the one he landed that night long ago. But he does see that same
fish...again and again...every time he comes up against a question of
ethics. For, as his father taught him, ethics are simple matters of
right and wrong. It is only the practice of ethics that is difficult.
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The Emperor's Seed

An emperor in the Far East was growing old and knew it was time to
choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his
children, he decided something different.

He called young people in the kingdom together one day. He said, "It
is time for me to step down and choose the next emperor. I have
decided to choose one of you."

The children were shocked! But the emperor continued. "I am going
to give each one of you a seed today, one very special seed. I want
you to plant the seed, water it and come back here one year from
today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge
the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next

One boy named Ling was there that day and he, like the others,
received a seed. He went home and excitedly told his mother the
story. She helped him get a pot and planting soil, and he planted the
seed and watered it carefully.

Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After
about 3 weeks, some of the other youths began to talk about their
seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Ling kept checking
his seed, but nothing ever grew. 3 weeks, 4 weeks, 5 weeks went by;
Still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants but Ling
didn't have a plant, and he felt like a failure. 6 months went by; still
nothing in Ling's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone
else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing.

Ling didn't say anything to his friends. He just kept waiting for his
seed to grow. A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom
brought their plants to the emperor for inspection.

Ling told his mother that he wasn't going to take an empty pot but his
Mother said he must be honest about what happened. Ling felt sick to
his stomach, but he knew his Mother was right.

He took his empty pot to the palace. When Ling arrived, he was
amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other youths. They were
beautiful, in all shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor
and many of the other kinds laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him
and just said, "Hey nice try."
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When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the
young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great
plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said the emperor. "Today,
one of you will be appointed the next emperor!"

All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the room with
his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front.

Ling was terrified. "The emperor knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will
have me killed!"

When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. "My name is
Ling," he replied. All the kids were laughing and making fun of him.

The emperor asked everyone to quiet down.

He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, "Behold your

new emperor! His name is Ling!" Ling couldn't believe it. Ling couldn't
even grow his seed. How could he be the new emperor?

Then the emperor said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone here a
seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to
me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds, which would not grow. All
of you, except Ling, have brought me trees and plants and flowers.
When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted
another seed for the one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the
courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore,
he is the one who will be the new emperor!"

If you plant honesty even from boiled seed, you will reap trust.
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Choose A Way to Win the Race

Once upon a time a tortoise and a hare had an argument about who
was faster. They decided to settle the argument with a race. They
agreed on a route and started off the race.

The hare shot ahead and ran briskly for some time. Then seeing that
he was far ahead of the tortoise, he thought he'd sit under a tree for
some time and relax before continuing the race. He sat under the tree
and soon fell asleep. The tortoise plodding on overtook him and soon
finished the race, emerging as the undisputed champ. The hare woke
up and realised that he'd lost the race. The moral of the story is that
slow and steady wins the race.

This is the version of the story that we've all grown up with. But
then recently, someone told me a more interesting version of
this story. It continues.

The hare was disappointed at losing the race and he did some Defect
Prevention (Root Cause Analysis). He realised that he'd lost the race
only because he had been overconfident, careless and lax.

If he had not taken things for granted, there's no way the tortoise
could have beaten him. So he challenged the tortoise to another race.
The tortoise agreed.

This time, the hare went all out and ran without stopping from start to
finish. He won by several miles.

The moral of the story, Fast and Consistent will always beat the
slow and steady. If you have two people in your organisation,
one slow, methodical and reliable, and the other fast and still
reliable at what he does, the fast and reliable chap will
consistently climb the organisational ladder faster than the slow,
methodical chap. It's good to be slow and steady; but it's better
to be fast and reliable.

But the story doesn't end here.

The tortoise did some thinking this time, and realised that there's no
way he can beat the hare in a race the way it was currently formatted.

He thought for a while, and then challenged the hare to another race,
but on a slightly different route.
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The hare agreed. They started off. In keeping with his self-made
commitment to be consistently fast, the hare took off and ran at top
speed until he came to a broad river.

The finishing line was a couple of kilometres on the other side of the

The hare sat there wondering what to do. In the meantime the tortoise
trundled along, got into the river, swam to the opposite bank,
continued walking and finished the race.

The moral of the story; First identify your core competency and
then change the playing field to suit your core competency. In an
organisation, if you are a good speaker, make sure you create
opportunities to give presentations that enable the senior
management to notice you. If your strength is analysis, make
sure you do some sort of research, make a report and send it
upstairs. Working to your strengths will not only get you noticed
but will also create opportunities for growth and advancement.

The story still hasn't ended.

The hare and the tortoise, by this time, had become pretty good
friends and they did some thinking together. Both realised that the
last race could have been run much better.

So they decided to do the last race again, but to run as a team this

They started off, and this time the hare carried the tortoise till the
riverbank. There, the tortoise took over and swam across with the
hare on his back.

On the opposite bank, the hare again carried the tortoise and they
reached the finishing line together. They both felt a greater sense of
satisfaction than they'd felt earlier.

The moral of the story; It's good to be individually brilliant and to

have strong core competencies; but unless you're able to work
in a team and harness each other's core competencies, you'll
always perform below par because there will always be
situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well.
Teamwork is mainly about situational leadership, letting the
person with the relevant core competency for a situation take
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There are more lessons to be learnt from this story.

Note that neither the hare nor the tortoise gave up after failures. The
hare decided to work harder and put in more effort after his failure.

The tortoise changed his strategy because he was already working as

hard as he could. In life, when faced with failure, sometimes it is
appropriate to work harder and put in more effort.

Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something

different. And sometimes it is appropriate to do both.

The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson. When we
stop competing against a rival and instead start competing against
the situation, we perform far better.

When Roberto Goizueta took over as CEO of Coca-Cola in the

1980s, he was faced with intense competition from Pepsi that was
eating into Coke's growth.

His executives were Pepsi-focussed and intent on increasing market

share 0.1 per cent a time.

Goizueta decided to stop competing against Pepsi and instead

compete against the situation of 0.1 per cent growth.

He asked his executives what was the average fluid intake of an

American per day? The answer was 14 ounces. What was Coke's
share of that? Two ounces, Goizueta said Coke needed a larger
share of that market.

The competition wasn't Pepsi. It was the water, tea, coffee, milk and
fruit juices that went into the remaining 12 ounces. The public should
reach for a Coke whenever they felt like drinking something.

To this end, Coke put up vending machines at every street corner.

Sales took a quantum jump and Pepsi has never quite caught up

To sum up, the story of the hare and tortoise teaches us many
things. Chief among them are that fast and consistent will
always beat slow and steady; work to your competencies;
pooling resources and working as a team will always beat
individual performers; never give up when faced with failure; and
finally, compete against the situation. Not against a rival.
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Dont We All
I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come
from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work.
Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would
consider a bum.

From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and
no money. There are times when you feel generous but there are
other times that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of
those "don't want to be bothered times."

"I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought.

He didn't. He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he
didn't look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.

After a few minutes he spoke. "That's a very pretty car," he said.

He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly
blond beard keep more than his face warm. I said, "Thanks," and
continued wiping off my car.

He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never
came. As the silence between us widened something inside said,
"Ask him if he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but
I held true to the inner voice. "Do you need any help?" I asked.

He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never

forget. "Don't we all?" he said.

We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from
those of higher learning and accomplishments. I expected nothing but
an outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me.
"Don't we all?"

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum
in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge
shotgun. "Don't we all?"

I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I
needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for
bus fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day.
Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have,
no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No
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matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with
problems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give help.
Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that.

You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it
all. They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have; a
different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, and a
respite from daily chaos that only you through a torn world can see.

Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets.
Maybe he was more than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that is
great and wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in them. Maybe
God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, and then
said, "go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help.
Don't we all?
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Be Patient
A man came out of his home to admire his new truck.
To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering
dents into the shiny paint of the truck.

The man ran to his son, knocked him away, and hammered the little
boy's hands into pulp as punishment.

When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.
Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he
finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands.

When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs,
he innocently said, Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he
asked, "But when are my fingers going to grow back?"

The father went home & committed suicide.

Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or
you wish to take revenge. Think first before you lose your patience
with someone you love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones & hurt
feelings often can't.

Too often we fail to recognise the difference between the person and
the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.

People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the

actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.

Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient. Forgive &
forget. Love one and all.
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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.

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.

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.

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 brain
damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even

"We told those so , Crazy men and their crazy dreams"; "Its foolish
to chase wild visions." 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.

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
hospital 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.

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.
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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.

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.

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.

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

Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination

and persistence.
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Parable of the Pencil

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into
the box. "There are 5 things you need to know," he told the pencil,
"Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and
never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be."
"One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow
yourself to be held in someones hand."
"Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but
you'll need it to become a better pencil."
"Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make."
"Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside."
"And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your
mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write."
The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the
box with purpose in its heart.
Now replacing the place of the pencil with you always remember them
and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.
One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow
yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to
access you for the many gifts you possess.
Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by
going through various problems in life, but you'll need it to become a
stronger person.
Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.
Four: The most important part of you will always be what's on the
And Five: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your
mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your

Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that

you are a special person and only you can fulfil the purpose to
which you were born to accomplish. Never allow yourself to get
discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot
make a change.
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The Buzzard, the Bat, and the Bumblebee

If you put a buzzard in a pen six or eight feet square and entirely
open at the top, the bird, in spite of his ability to fly, will be an
absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight
from the ground with a run of ten or twelve feet. Without space to run,
as is his habit, he will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a
prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.

The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble

creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on
the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no
doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it
can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.

A Bumblebee if dropped into an open tumbler will be there until it

dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the
top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near
the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely
destroys itself.

In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat
and the bee. They are struggling about with all their problems
and frustrations, not realizing that the answer is right there
above them.
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A True Story
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady
nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad
shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage,
I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me
loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my
restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive
when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the
romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is
my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of
bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me
about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I
wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired; there are no reasons for every thing in the world!" I
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a
lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who
can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"

Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and
I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question,
if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's
say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we
both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do
it for me?"
He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of
paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the
dining table near the front door, that goes....

My dear,
"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain
the reasons further...
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software
programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my
fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
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You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs
to rush home to open the door for you.
You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city; I have to
save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend"
approaches every month; I have to save my palms so that I can calm
the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by
infantile autism m. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and
stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for
your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can
help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs.
So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you
enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of
flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you
more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die... "

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and
as I continue on reading...

"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied,
please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your
favourite bread and fresh milk...

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching
tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he

does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
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Change Your Strategy

One day, there was a blind man sitting on the steps of a building with
a hat by his feet and a sign that read: "I am blind, please help". A
creative publicist was walking by him and stopped to observe he only
had a few coins in his hat, he dropped a few more coins in his hat and
without asking for his permission took the sign, turned it around, and
wrote another announcement. He placed the sign by his feet and left.

That afternoon the creative publicist returned by the blind man and
noticed that his hat was full of bills and coins. The blind man
recognized his footsteps and asked if it was him who had re-written
his sign and he wanted to know what did he write on it? The publicist
responded: "Nothing that was not true, I just rewrote your sign
differently". He smiled and went on his way.

The blind man never knew but his new sign `read: "TODAY IS

Change your strategy when something does not go your way

and you'll see it will probably be for the best. Have faith that
every change is best for our lives.
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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
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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 husband, son, instructor, and every soul
that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college

I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:



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A Little Bit of Joy

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's life, a
life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn't realize was that it
was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a
moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total
anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose
lives amazed me, ennobled me, and made me laugh and weep. But
none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August

I responded to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of

town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or
someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to
an early shift at some factory in the industrial part of town. When I
arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in
a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers
would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.
But I had seen too many poor people who depended on taxis as their
only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I
always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who
needed my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door
and knocked.

"Just a minute," answered a frail, elderly voice.

I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long
pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me.
She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on
it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon
suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years.
All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on
the walls, any knick- knacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner
was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said.

I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept
thanking me for my kindness.

"It's nothing," I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I
would want my mother treated."
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"Oh, you're such a good boy," she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked,
"Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a


I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.

"I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't
have very long."

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you
like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me
the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We
drove through the neighbourhood where she and her husband had
lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a
furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had
gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a
particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness,
saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said,
I'm tired. Let's go now." We drove in silence to the address she had
given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with
a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the
cab as soon as we pulled up. They were attentive, watching her every
move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and
took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in
a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said.

"You have to make a living," she answered.

"There are other passengers," I responded.

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Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank
you, dear."

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.
Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost
in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that
woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end
his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once,
then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done very many more
important things in my life. We're conditioned to think that our
lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often
catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may
consider small ones.
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A rich man said to his friend, "Why it is everyone is always criticizing
me for being miserly. Everyone knows that I have made provision to
leave everything I have to charity when I die?" "Well," said the
minister, "let me tell you about a story about the pig and the cow. The
pig was complaining to the cow one day about how unpopular he
was. "People are always talking about your gentleness and your
kindness," said the pig. "You give milk and cream. But I give even
more. I give bacon and ham. I give bristles and they even pickle my
feet! Still no one likes me; I'm just a pig. Why is this?" The cow
thought for a minute, and then said, "Well, maybe it's because I give
while I'm still living.
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When You Thought I Wasnt Looking

(Written by a former child)
A message every adult should read, because children are
watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.

When you thought I wasnt looking, I saw you hang my first painting
on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasnt looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I
learned that it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasnt looking, I saw you make my favorite cake
for me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in
When you thought I wasnt looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I
knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in
When you thought I wasnt looking, I saw you make a meal and take it
to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take
care of each other.
When you thought I wasnt looking, I saw you give of your time and
money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who
have something should give to those who dont.
When you thought I wasnt looking, I saw you take care of your house
and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are
When you thought I wasnt looking, I saw how you handled your
responsibilities, even when you didnt feel good and I learned that I
would have to be responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasnt looking, I saw tears come from your eyes
and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it is alright to cry.
When you thought I wasnt looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted
to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasnt looking, I learned most of lifes lessons
that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow
When you thought I wasnt looking, I looked at you and wanted to
say, Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasnt
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With A Little Help

I was sitting in a train, waiting for it to start. Across from me sat a
small boy, asking questions as children do. He asked his mother,
"When will the train start?"

I saw my chance and volunteered to answer. I said, "The train will

start when we start pushing."

The child opened his big eyes in surprise, "Really?" "Of course," I
said. "Unless we push, it doesn't start."

"Then let's push," he exclaimed.

"Just a minute," I said. "The passengers are not all on. I'll tell you
when to push."

I watched for the signal light at the station and heard the station
master's shrill whistle. Then I shouted to the boy, "Now! Push for all
you're worth."

He and I started to push in the direction of the engine. We pushed

and pushed against the back of the seat.... and soon a contented
smile lit up the boy's face. The train was moving ... very slowly at first,
but then gaining speed little by little.

I congratulated the lad on his success. "We DID it! We DID it!

"Wasn't that great?" he exclaimed. He looked immensely pleased with

himself. He was travelling in a train he had helped to start. I did not
have the heart to tell him about the monstrous engine chugging up in
front. Eventually he would find out for himself...

We usually attribute great success to our little actions, forgetting

that behind them all is that almighty unseen power called God,
whose power often makes us look powerful.
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That's Not My Job

This is a story told about four people named, Somebody, Everybody,
Anybody and Nobody. There was one important job to be done.

Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it, but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about it because it was Everybody's job.
Everybody thought Anybody could do it. Nobody realized that
Everybody wouldn't do it.

It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did

what Anybody could have done.
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Are You A Carrot, An Egg Or Coffee Bean?

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life, and
how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was
going to make it, and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and
struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In
the first pot, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and
the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil
without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the
burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She
pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the
coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see?"

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. She brought her closer and
asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they got soft.
She then asked her to take the egg and break it. After pulling off the
shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked her to
smell and sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she smelled and
tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What's the point,

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same
adversity- boiling water-but each reacted differently. The carrot went
in strong, hard and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the
boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been
fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after
sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The
ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the
boiling water they had changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When trials and adversity
knock on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg,
or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I?

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I
wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a passive heart, but changes with the
heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a financial hardship or
some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell
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look the same, but on the inside, am I bitter and tough with a stiff
spirit and a hardened heart?

Or, am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot
water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water
gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavour. If you are like the
bean, when things are at their worst, you become better and change
the situation around you.

When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest do you
elevate to another level?

How do you handle adversity? Like the CARROT, the EGG, OR

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Dust If You Must

"A house becomes a home when you can write, 'I love you' on
the furniture."

I can't tell you how many countless hours that I have spent
CLEANING! I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making
sure things were just perfect -"in case someone came over". Then I
realized one day that no one came over; they were all out living life
and having fun!

Now, when people visit, I find no need to explain the "condition" of my

home. They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been
doing while I was away living life and having fun. If you haven't
figured this out yet, please heed this advice.

Life is short.

Enjoy it! Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture
or write a letter, bake a cake or plant a seed, ponder the difference
between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time, with rivers to swim and
mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to
cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes,
the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, and a shower of rain. This day
will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not
kind. And when you go - and go you must - you, yourself will make
more dust!

It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind
of life you have lived.
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A Life Worth Saving

A man risked his life by swimming through the treacherous riptide to
save a youngster being swept out to sea.

After the child recovered from the harrowing experience, he said to

the man, "Thank you for saving my life.

The man looked into the little boy's eyes and said, "That's okay, kid.
Just make sure your life was worth saving."
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A Simple Gesture
A little boy selling magazines for school walked up to a house that
people rarely visited. The house was very old and run down and the
owner hardly ever came out. When he did come out he would not say
hello to neighbours or passers by but simply just glare at them.

The boy knocked on the door and waited, sweating from fear of the
old man. The boy's parents told him to stay away from the house, a
lot of the other neighbourhood children were told the same from their

As he was ready to walk away, the door slowly opened. What do you
want?" the old man said. The little boy was very afraid but he had a
quota to meet for school with selling the magazines.

"Uh, sir, I uh am selling these magazines and uh I was wondering if

you would like to buy one." The old man just stared at the boy. The
boy could see inside the old man's house and saw that he had dog
figurines on the fireplace mantle. "Do you collect dogs?" the little boy
asked. "Yes, I have many collectibles in my house, they are my family
here, and they are all I have." The boy then felt sorry for the man, as
it seemed that he was a very lonely soul. "Well, I do have a magazine
here for collectors, it is perfect for you, and I also have one about
dogs since you like dogs so much." The old man was ready to close
the door on the boy and said, "No boy, I don't need any magazines of
any kind, now goodbye."

The little boy was sad that he was not going to make his quota with
the sale. He was also sad for the old man being so alone in the big
house that he owned. The boy went home and then had an idea. He
had a little dog figure that he got some years ago from an aunt. The
figurine did not mean nearly as much to him since he had a real live
dog and a large family. The boy headed back down to the old man's
house with the figurine. He knocked on the door again and this time
the old man came right to the door. "Boy, I thought I told you no

"No, sir I know that, I wanted to bring you a gift." The boy handed him
the figurine and the old man's face lit up. "It is a Golden Retriever, I
have one at home, and this one is for you." The old man was simply
stunned; no one had ever given him such a gift and shown him so
much kindness. "Boy, you have a big heart, why are you doing this?"
The boy smiled at the man and said, "Because you like dogs."
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From that day on the old man started coming out of the house and
acknowledging people. He and the boy became friends; the boy even
brought his dog to see the man weekly.

This simple gesture changed both of their lives forever.

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If And When
IF and WHEN were friends. Every week they met and had lunch.
Their conversation usually cantered on all the things they were going
to achieve. They both had many dreams and they loved to talk about

This particular Saturday when they met, WHEN sensed that IF was
not in a great mood. As usual they sat at the table reserved for them
and ordered their lunch. Once they placed their order, WHEN
questioned IF. "IF what is wrong with you? You don't seem your usual
cheery self?"

IF looked at WHEN and replied, "I'm not sure; I just don't feel like I am
making any progress. This last week I saw a course I wanted to take
if only I had the time to take it."

WHEN knew exactly how IF felt. "Yeah," replied WHEN, "I too saw a
course and I am going to register when I get enough money
together." WHEN then said, "well what about that new job you were
going to apply for. You were so excited about it last week, did you

IF responded, "If my computer didn't break down last week, I would

have applied. But, my computer is not working, so I could not type my

"Don't worry about it IF, when you are ready another job will come
through. I have been thinking about looking for another job also, but I
will wait and when the weather gets nicer I will look then." WHEN then
went on to tell IF about his week, hoping that it would cheer him up a

The man at the next table couldn't help overhear WHEN and IF. They
both were talking about when this and if that, finally he couldn't take it
anymore. "Excuse me gentlemen," the man said. IF and WHEN both
looked at the man and wondered what he wanted. The man
continued, "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help hearing your conversation. I
think I know how you could solve your problems."

IF smiled and thought, how could a complete stranger know how to

solve all of their problems? If only he knew. When he realized the
challenges they faced there was no way he could solve their
problems! Curious, IF asked the gentleman, "How do you think you
can solve our problems?"
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The gentleman smiled and said, "You only need listen to yourselves.
It reminds me of an old proverb: If and When were planted, and
Nothing grew'."

IF and WHEN looked puzzled. The gentleman smiled and said, "Start
counting how many times you use the words 'if' and 'when'. Rather
than thinking 'if and when', start doing, take action, stop talking about
'if and when'."

IF and WHEN both looked surprised, and suddenly realized that what
the gentleman had said was so true. Both of them were guilty of
thinking, acting and living their life for the "ifs and whens". The
gentleman left and IF and WHEN's conversation changed. They
made a pact that when they met for lunch next week, there would be
no "ifs and whens"; they would only talk about what they
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The Illusion of Reflection

Once there was a king who had presented his daughter, the princess,
with a beautiful diamond necklace. The necklace was stolen and his
people in the kingdom searched everywhere but could not find it.
Some said a bird may have stolen it. The king then asked them all to
search for it and put a reward for $50,000 for anyone who found it.

One day a clerk was walking home along a river next to an industrial
area. This river was completely polluted and filthy and smelly. As he
was walking, the clerk saw a shimmering in the river and when he
looked, he saw the diamond necklace. He decided to try and catch it
so that he could get the $50,000 reward. He put his hand in the filthy,
dirty river and grabbed at the necklace, but some how missed it and
didn't catch it. He took his hand out and looked again and the
necklace was still there. He tried again, this time he walked in the
river and dirtied his pants in the filthy river and put his whole arm in to
catch the necklace. But strangely, he still missed the necklace! He
came out and started walking away, feeling depressed.

Then again he saw the necklace, right there. This time he was
determined to get it, no matter what. He decided to plunge into the
river, although it was a disgusting thing to do as the river was
polluted, and his whole body would become filthy. He plunged in, and
searched everywhere for the necklace and yet he failed. This time he
was really bewildered and came out feeling very depressed that he
could not get the necklace that would get him $50,000.

Just then a saint who was walking by, saw him, and asked him what
the matter was. The clerk didn't want to share the secret with the
saint, thinking the saint might take the necklace for himself, so he
refused to tell the saint anything. But the saint could see this man was
troubled and being compassionate, again asked the clerk to tell him
the problem and promised that he would not tell anyone about it. The
clerk mustered some courage and decided to put some faith in the
saint. He told the saint about the necklace and how he tried and tried
to catch it, but kept failing. The saint then told him that perhaps he
should try looking upward, toward the branches of the tree, instead of
in the filthy river. The clerk looked up and true enough, the necklace
was dangling on the branch of a tree. He had been trying to capture a
mere reflection of the real necklace all this time.
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Moral of the story:

Material happiness is just like the filthy, polluted river; because it

is a mere reflection of the TRUE happiness in the spiritual world.

We can never achieve the happiness we are looking for no matter

how hard we endeavour in material life. Instead we should look
upwards, toward God, who is the source of real happiness, and stop
chasing after the reflection of this happiness in the material world.
This spiritual happiness is the only thing that can satisfy us
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A Winner Is NOT One Who NEVER FAILS, But One

In 1962, four nervous young musicians played their first
record audition for the executives of the Decca recording Company.
The executives were not impressed. While turning down this group of
musicians, one executive said, "We don't like their sound. Groups of
guitars are on the way out." The group was called The Beatles.

In 1944, Emmeline Snively, director of the Blue Book Modelling

Agency told modelling hopeful Norma Jean Baker, "You'd better learn
secretarial work or else get married." She went on and
became Marilyn Monroe.

In 1954, Jimmy Denny, manager of the Grand Ole Opry, Fired a

singer after one performance. He told him, "You ain't goin'
nowhere....son. You ought to go back to drivin' a truck." He went on
to become Elvis Presley.

When Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone in 1876, it did

not ring off the hook with calls from potential backers. After making
a demonstration call, President Rutherford Hayes said, "That's
an amazing invention, but who would ever want to see one of them?"

When Thomas Edison invented the light bulb, he tried over

2000 experiments before he got it to work. A young reporter asked
him how it felt to fail so many times. He said, "I never failed once. I
invented the light bulb. It just happened to be a 2000-step process."

In the 1940s, another young inventor named Chester Carlson took

his idea to 20 corporations, including some of the biggest in the
country. They all turned him down. In 1947, after 7 long years of
rejections, he finally got a tiny company in Rochester, NY, the Haloid
Company, to purchase the rights to his invention -- an electrostatic
paper-copying process. Haloid became Xerox Corporation.

A little girl - the 20th of 22 children, was born prematurely

and her survival was doubtful. When she was 4 years old, she
contracted double pneumonia and scarlet fever, which left her with a
paralysed left leg. At age 9, she removed the metal leg brace she had
been dependent on and began to walk without it. By 13 she had
developed a rhythmic walk, which doctors said was a miracle. That
same year she decided to become a runner. She entered a race
and came in last. For the next few years every race she entered, she
came in last. Everyone told her to quit, but she kept on running. One
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day she actually won a race; and then another. From then on she
won every race she entered. Eventually this little girl - Wilma
Rudolph, went on to win three Olympic gold medals.

A school teacher scolded a boy for not paying attention to

his mathematics and for not being able to solve simple problems. She
told him that you would not become anybody in life. The boy was
Albert Einstein.
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Once upon a time there was a Woman who lived with Fear. She
hadn't planned to live with him, you understand. It just happened that
Fear had moved into her house when she was a very little girl, and
had lived there ever since. She got used to having him around, even
though he was fearsome to behold. He was very big and very strong,
and had long fangs with a poison in them that made her heart stop
and her muscles grow weak every time he bit her. But, as long as she
didn't do anything Fear didn't want her to do, he didn't bite her very

One day, the woman decided that she wanted to do something new,
all by herself... even though she didn't know if she could do it. Fear
was adamantly against the idea, and warned her that if she tried, he
would bite her harder than he had ever bitten her before. But the
woman's mind was made up, and she said she was going to try
anyway. So, Fear bit her, just as he'd said he would. She felt her
heart stop, and her muscles grow weak, but she kept struggling to try
the new thing. So Fear grabbed her and threw her to the ground and
sat on her chest. She struggled against his weight, but he was too
strong and big for her. She struggled all day, and when night came
she gave up and fell into an exhausted sleep.

The next day, she started once again to try a new thing, and like the
day before, Fear grabbed her... but before he could throw her down,
she tripped him and *he* fell on the ground. Enraged, he leapt up and
they started to fight in earnest. They fought and fought, Fear trying to
bite her, and she trying to pin him down so he couldn't bite. But, Fear
was a wily fighter, and of course, eventually, he managed to bite her.
So, once again, her heart stopped and her muscles grew weak and
she stopped fighting, and fell into an exhausted sleep.

The battle started all over the next day, and the next, and the next. It
went on for many, many days. Each day she lost the fight, but each
day her muscles grew stronger and she learned more and more
about Fear's wiles and tricks and weak points. Her body, too, learned
the ways of Fear's poison, and began to make medicines to fight it -
to make her heart beat even stronger and faster, her muscles even
more powerful. Eventually, even when Fear bit her again and again,
she did not fall down, and could keep fighting him.

One fine day, when the sky was very blue and the air was very crisp,
and they had fought nearly all day, the Woman finally pinned Fear to
the ground and put her foot on his back. She leaned over and said
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very softly, but very firmly, "I have beaten you. Now go away." And
Fear vanished! She was so startled that she lost her balance and fell
over. But she got right up again, and spent the rest of the day doing
new things and humming a song and just generally enjoying an
evening without Fear in her house. As she went to sleep she thought
of all the things she would do tomorrow, without having to spend any
of her time to fight Fear. She was so excited, she could hardly sleep!

When she woke her first thought was that she had beaten Fear
yesterday, and she smiled and got out of bed. But, there, sitting in the
corner of her house, was Fear, as big and strong and ugly as ever.

"What are you doing here?" she shouted. "I beat you!"

"Ah, but that was yesterday," Fear replied with a grin. "If you want me
to go away today, you have to beat me today."

And with that, he stood up and reached for her, and they began to
fight again. But as she fought, it seemed to the Woman that Fear was
a little smaller today than he had been yesterday. Yes, she was sure
of it. Yesterday he had towered over her; today he was only as tall as
she was. After only half a day of fighting, the Woman again pinned
Fear to the ground, and said, "I have beaten you. Now go away." And
again, Fear vanished. But the Woman was prepared for it this time,
and didn't even stumble as Fear disappeared. And she spent the rest
of the day doing new things, and fell into a contented sleep that night.

The next day Fear, sitting in his corner chair, simply grinned at her
when she walked by. When he stood up to fight her, she noticed that
Fear only came to her chin, and she grinned back. She beat him
before the sun was halfway up the sky, and enjoyed the rest of the

The next day, Fear only came up to her waist. She picked up a
basket and said, "I'm going to pick berries on the hill, whether you like
it or not." When he came for her, she simply pushed him down, and
went out to the hill to pick berries. But a very large, very hungry bear
had planned on having lunch at that very berry patch on that very day
and became very angry when he saw the woman there, stealing his
lunch. He growled and began to chase her. The woman ran, but she
knew she couldn't outrun the bear, and she was sure she would die.

But, luckily, the Woman hadn't really beaten Fear that day and she
hadn't told him to go away, which is the most important part of the
fight, when you fight Fear. So Fear came up behind her and bit her.
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Her body released its Fear-poison fighting medicine, her heart beat
faster and her muscles grew stronger. Then Fear grabbed her hand,
and pulled her along faster than she had ever run before - and she
even managed to hold on to the basket of berries. The bear chased
her a while, then decided that it was too much trouble, and he was
still so very hungry, and there were plenty of berries left. So he went
back to the hill to have lunch.

When the Woman and Fear got back to her house, she turned to Fear
to thank him for his help. But Fear was very angry with her, and would
not listen to her thanks. (In truth, he really did not want to see the
Woman hurt, even though he fought her every day.) "What were you
thinking! If you had listened to me, you wouldn't have been up on the
hill with that bear."

"But I wouldn't have these nice ripe berries either." She retorted.
Angry at her response, Fear began to fight with her again. The
woman, tired from all the running, let him win quickly and went to
sleep that night with her belly full of berry pie, and a contented smile
on her face.

The next day, Fear came all the way up to her chin again. When the
woman asked him why, he shrugged and said, "When you let me win,
I gained strength." So, once again they fought, and the sun was high
in the sky before she defeated Fear and told him to go away. The
woman decided that she would fight Fear every day until he shrank to
nothing and was gone forever.

But, then she remembered how he had helped her with the bear. So,
she found a tough, old hide and made a small pouch the size of her
hand. She threaded it with a leather thong, and tied it around her
waist. When Fear was small enough to fit in the pouch, she would
stop fighting him, she decided. Or, to be precise, she would only fight
him just enough to keep him small. Then she would carry Fear in the
pouch by her side, so that he would always be with her when she
needed him. For, as I told you at the very beginning of this tale, the
Woman had become accustomed to living with Fear.
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The Flower and the Tree

One day there was a tree and a flower that sat close to each other on
a large prairie. The sun was shining bright and the air was crisp with
the warm summer breeze. The grass flowed freely and bent with the
wind. The flower sitting there with its green leaves and brightly
coloured flower blazing its scent and colour across the prairie for
anyone to see and smell.

The tree stood wide and tall with its branches flowing out; its
branches floating free on the gentle breezes of the wind. The
branches were full of bright green leaves that glistened in the sun.
The tree was majestic but very much humble to what its become.

One day the flower had many visitors to its pedals which made it glad.
The flower was proud that it was noticed and liked among the insects
that visited it. The flower boldly spoke and said with such fact, "I am
well noticed for I can spew my scent out to those that want to smell
and follow it. I am feeling good about myself for I have brought these
things to me and they have pollinated my flower."

The tree looking down in a rather disappointed sort of way spoke his
words quietly and softly, "Your flower is bright this I must truly say, but
your words are too strong for you notice little of why they have come
to this land. They come not for the brightness of your flower or scent
but for the food that is all around you in this wide open land. Your
words are arrogant considering how small you really are. They come
to me as well to feed on these flowers that I bear. They feast in the
powder that collects within all flowers. No matter who they are or
where they stand."

The flower shot back, "but you just don't get it do you? I am very
bright and I am for a reason. I am better than you and this I can
prove. I am well known throughout these parts that spread so far and
so wide. The truth that I speak will stand long before my eyes."

The tree just sat there in nothing but amazement, for the flower
refused to see what was truly being said. The flower sat there so
smug in its glory and gleam. It was proud that it had proven that a
flower is much greater than a tree. It refused to see that tree was
covering its head from the storms that came by. Covering its head
from the rains that devoured all else in its way.

The tree just stood there doing just what it does best. Sheltering all,
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that needs its protection. Giving life to those that know where to look
and using its branches to support all life there.

Later that day a four-legged came along. It smelled the rich scent of
that wonderful flower. Its rather strong scent was sweet to its nose. It
wanted to find where this scent flowed from. And see where it grows.
It came on the flower and there it sat in its glory. Sitting there so
brightly and smelling its own glory.

The four-legged smelled that flower like no other it did before. It

seemed there was nothing like it that met its grand smell. The four-
legged was so impressed it just couldn't wait. It opened its mouth and
ate that flower head. The tree sat there in horror at what it just saw.
That poor flower had lost its lovely smell and its bright grandeur.

The moral of this story is nothing to seek. When you open your
mouth, you better be prepared. For what you seek may not be
what you want. The power of words flow strong and flow true.
The power of words may one day come back to eat you.
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Lion, Rats, Snake & the Honeycomb

Once, a man saw in his dream that a lion was chasing him. The man
ran to a tree, climbed on to it and sat on a branch. He looked down
and saw that the lion was still there waiting for him.

The man then looked to his side where the branch he was sitting on
was attached to the tree and saw that two rats were circling around
and eating the branch. One rat was black and the other one was
white. The branch would fall on the ground very soon.

The man then looked below again with fear and discovered that a big
black snake had come and settled directly under him. The snake
opened its mouth right under the man so that he will fall into it.

The man then looked up to see if there was anything that he could
hold on to. He saw another branch with a honeycomb. Drops of
honey were falling from it. The man wanted to taste one of the drops.
So, he put his tongue out and tasted one of the fallen drops of honey.
The honey was amazing in taste. So, he wanted to taste another
drop. As he did, he got lost into the sweetness of the honey.

Meanwhile, he forgot about the two rats eating his branch away, the
lion on the ground and the snake that is sitting right under him.

After a while, he woke up from his sleep.

To get the meaning behind this dream, the man went to a pious
scholar. The scholar said "The lion you saw is your death. It always
chases you and goes where ever you go. The two rats, one black and
one white, are the night and the day. Black one is the night and the
white one is the day. They circle around, coming one after another, to
eat your time as they take you closer to death. The big black snake
with a dark mouth is your grave. It's there, just waiting for you to fall
into it.

The honeycomb is this world and the sweet honey is the luxuries of
this world. We like to taste a drop of the luxuries of this world but it's
very sweet. Then we taste another drop and yet another. Meanwhile,
we get lost into it and we forget about our time, we forget about our
death and we forget about our graves."
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The Rose Within

A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully and before it

blossomed, he examined it.

He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the
stem and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a
plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this
thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready
to bloom... it died.

So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God-
like qualities planted in us at birth, grow amid the thorns of our faults.
Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects.

We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us.
We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We
never realize our potential.

Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else
must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess
is to be able to reach past the thorns of another, and find the rose
within them.

This is one of the characteristic of love... to look at a person,

know their true faults and accepting that person into your life...
all the while recognizing the nobility in their soul. Help others to
realize they can overcome their faults. If we show them the
"rose" within themselves, they will conquer their thorns. Only
then will they blossom many times over.
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Hatred than Love

A long time ago in China, a girl named Li-Li got married and went to
live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li
found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their
personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of
her mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.

Days passed days, and weeks passed weeks. Li-Li and her mother-
in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the
situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition,
Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the
anger and unhappiness in the house was causing Li-Li's poor
husband great distress.

Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-law's bad temper and
dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it.
She went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs.
She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some
poison, so that she could solve the problem once and for all.

Mr. Huang thought for a while, and finally said, "Li-Li, I will help you
solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell

Li-Li said, "Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do."

Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes
with a package of herbs. He told Li-Li, "You can't use a quick-acting
poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause
people to become suspicious. Therefore, I have given you a number
of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day,
prepare some delicious meal, and put a little of these herbs in her
serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspects you when
she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly toward her.
Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen."

Li-Li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start
her plot of murdering her mother-in-law. Weeks went by, and months
went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food
to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said
about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her
mother-in-law and treated her like her own mother.

After six months had passed, the whole household had changed. Li-Li
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had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she
almost never got mad or upset. She hadn't had an argument with her
mother-in-law in six months because she now seemed much kinder
and easier to get along with.

The mother-in-law's attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to

love Li-Li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives
that Li-Li was the best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Li-Li and
her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and
daughter. Li-Li's husband was very happy to see what was

One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again.
She said, "Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison from
killing my mother-in-law! She's changed into such a nice woman, and
I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the
poison I gave her."

Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. "Li-Li, there's nothing to
worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were
vitamins and tonics to improve her health. The real poison was in your
mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away
by the love that you gave to her."

MORAL: have you ever realised that how you treat others is
exactly how they will treat you? There is a wise Chinese saying:
'The person who loves others will also be loved in return.' God
might be trying to work in another person's life through you.
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The Perfect Heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the
town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the
whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart
for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all
agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The
young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his
beautiful heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the
crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was
beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had
been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right
and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there
were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people
stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and
laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with
mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." "Yes,"
said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade
with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have
given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and
often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty
place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some
rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other

person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the
empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance. Although these
gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have
for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the
space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He
walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and
beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man
with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his
heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in
the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there
were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not
perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old
man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by
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Fight Back
A few years ago a Vietnam veteran who had had both of his legs
blown off finished one of Americas major marathons in a time of about
3 and a half days, he did so by hopping along with his hands under a
Police escort. I can't even remember his name but I will never forget
his quote to the press as he crossed the finish line: "We all have our
Handicaps in life, but the biggest handicap of all is not trying".
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Lessons from Geese

Fact 1:
As each goose flaps its wings, it creates uplift for the birds that follow.
By flying in a "V" formation, the whole flock adds 71% greater flying
range than if each bird flew alone.
Lesson: People who share a common direction and sense of
community can get where they are going quicker and easier because
they are travelling on the thrust of one another.

Fact 2:
When a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and
resistance of flying alone. It quickly moves back into formation to take
advantage of the lifting power of the bird immediately in front of it.
Lesson: If we have as much sense as a goose, we stay in formation
with those headed where we want to go. We are willing to accept their
help and give our help to others.

Fact 3:
When the lead gooses tires, it rotates back into the formation, and
another goose flies to the point position.
Lesson: It pays to take turns doing the hard tasks and sharing
leadership. As with geese, people are interdependent on each other's
skills, capabilities and unique arrangements of gifts, talents or

Fact 4:
The geese flying in formation honk to encourage those up front to
keep up their speed.
Lesson: We need to make sure our honking is encouraging. In
groups where there is encouragement, the production is much
greater. The power of encouragement (to stand by one's heart or core
values and encourage the heart and core of others) is the quality of
honking we seek.

Fact 5:
When a goose gets sick, wounded or shot down, two geese drop out
of formation and follow it down to help and protect it. They stay with it
until it dies or is able to fly again. Then, they launch out with another
formation or catch up with the flock.
Lesson: If we have as much sense as geese, we will stand by each
other in difficult times as well as when we are strong.-
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Following a major marathon race recently, one of the top female
participants was interviewed by a sportswriter. He wanted to know,
among other things, how she felt about a particular hill for which this
race was noted. Her answer was very insightful. She responded that
she had run in many races, all with hills and valleys to contend with,
and that she really couldn't remember a particular hill during this race.
Said she, "Hills and valleys are part of every race. They are just part
of getting from the beginning to the end. I focus on the finish, not on
the hills and valleys. The course of the race leads to the finish. I focus
on that - the finish."

Life is full of hills and valleys, some of which could cause us to

want to quit along the way. It is during these times that we need
to check our focus and remember that it needs to be on the
finish, not the difficulties along the way.
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The Illiterate Farmer

A group of learned professors chose to spend a relaxing vacation at a
remote farm - far from the madding crowd of the city they lived in.
Their host was a simple farmer who had never seen the inside of a

The professors were astonished to see the order and discipline the
farm functioned. Corn and wheat grew a plenty in the fields; the
orchard yielded delicious fruits; healthy cows and calves gazed
peacefully on the green meadows. The little farm prospered
"How did you manage all this?" they asked the humble farmer.

"I am afraid I am uneducated," he replied. "So I only use my brains."

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The Origin of the Moonlight Sonata

She was a blind girl. She had never beheld the marvels of God's good
earth - the blue waters of the river, the carpets of luxuriant green
grass, the magnificent display of flowers in the garden, the moving
clouds in the sky and the silver, shimmering moonlight that everyone
seemed to grow ecstatic over!
She mentioned this to Beethoven, the distinguished composer and
musician, who was a dear friend.

Beethoven wanted the young girl to feel the beauty of the moonlight,
to experience what she could not see. So he created the immortal
piece of music which is enjoyed today as the famous "Moonlight
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Dont Let Sorrow In!

She was a poor woman - a widow who had braved many a calamity in
the course of her life. Misfortune and tragedy had dogged her
footsteps. And yet, she always wore a lovely smile on her face.
Serenity seemed to envelop her presence; and peace dwelt in her

Everyone who met her marvelled at her courage. How could she
remain so calm and serene amidst the turbulence of her life? What
was the secret of her inner peace?

To those who asked her these questions, she replied, "All the water in
the sea cannot make a ship sink. But if the water gets inside the ship,
it soon sinks without a trace. So it is with sorrow. Sorrow cannot
drown you unless you allow it to get inside you!"

How true it is that we can float safely on the sea of life as long as
we don't allow our sorrows and troubles to get inside us! For, if
we do, we will surely drown in the depths of depression.
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The Tremendous Power of Attitude

Psychologists have always told us that attitudes can influence
results. Two scientists decided to conduct an experiment to find out if
attitudes could affect seeds.

Two identical cans were taken. Into each was poured soil and
fertilizer of same quality and quantity, and 23 seeds were dropped
into each can. They were both placed in a greenhouse so that they
could have the same conditions of weather and temperature.

There was only one variable in the experiment, all other things
being the same. Everyday, the two scientists came to the
greenhouse, and standing before the first can, poured into it all the
negativism of which they were capable.

They said to the seeds, "You are good for nothing. Nothing is
ever going to come out of you, and even if something comes out, it is
not going to last," and so on and so forth.

Then they came and stood in front of the second can and poured
into it all the positivism of which they were capable.

"You are so wonderful," they said to the seeds, "and you are going to
show wonderful results. It will be a sight to see what is coming out of
you," and so on and so forth.

This was repeated thrice a day for three weeks.

At the end of three weeks, the scientists found that while there came
forth only two or three shoots of grass, out of the first can, out of the
second can, there came forth whole strands of grass, so strong that
they could clutch it and lift up the entire can with its soil and fertiliser.

If this is what attitude can do to seeds what can it not do to

tender children?
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He Is Always There To Meet Me!

Two friends met each other after a long interval of time. Both were
salesmen, earnestly engaged in building up their careers.

One of them was downcast. "I'm doing very well," he said ruefully.
"Whenever I go to meet the top man in any office, he is sure to be
out! How can I make my sales prosper? I know this is going to
happen to me again and again. I make my appointment, I reach on
time - but I am sure I will not meet the person concerned. Invariably,
they tell me he has just left! It's hopeless I tell you!"

His friend replied, "Whenever I go to meet someone important, I

surely expect to find him there! I'm confident that I can convince him
to do business with me, and I always come away with a successful

Thoughts have power. Thoughts constitute the ink in the pen of

our life. We will do well to remember that we are writing our own
destiny with our thoughts!
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Rockefellers Assets
"Who can tell me how much money the great Rockefeller left behind
him?" a teacher asked her class.

The children made wild guesses; Ten million? Fifty million? One
billion dollars perhaps? After all, they were talking about the fortunes
of one of the world's richest men!

Only one child had a different answer to give, "Rockefeller left every
penny behind!"

How true it is, that when the call comes, we are forced to
leave behind everything that we call our own in this world! Not
even our own hands do we take with us. Of what then are we so
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The Secret of Success

Henry Ford is an immortal figure in the annals of the
twentieth century. The visionary entrepreneur, who introduced the
concept of assembly line technology, became the first industrialist
who pioneered mass production of Automobiles. He also introduced
the first ever low priced car, for it was his dream that every one of his
workers should be able to afford to buy the cars they produced.

His other inventions included charcoal briquettes widely used

in Barbeque, charcoal grills, fireplaces, etc.

On his 75th birthday, Henry Ford was asked the secret of

his successful career. His answer was simple. The secret is a three-
fold one:

1) I never overeat.

2) I never worry too much.

3) Whatever I do, I do my best, and I know whatever happens to me,

it is for my best. I trust in the Lord.
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Garden or Garbage
There was a gardener who loved each tree, each plant, and each little
shrub in his garden so dearly that he would not cast away the dead
leaves and withered branches. He stored them all in his garden.

Gradually all the space in his small garden was taken up by the dead
leaves and dry branches, and the beautiful garden wore the
appearance of a garbage heap.

Are we not--so many of us--like the gardener? We go on storing

worries and anxieties, failures and frustrations, fears and
disappointments, which are better cast away and forgotten. And the
beautiful garden of our lives turns into a wasteland!
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The Door without a Handle

There is a beautiful picture by the famous artist, Holman Hunt. In the
picture, Christ is seen standing in a garden holding a lantern in one
hand and with the other, knocking on a door.

A friend of the artist said to him, "Holman, you have made a mistake.
The door you have painted does not have a handle."

"It is not a mistake," answered the artist. "For that is the door of the
human heart and it can only be opened from the inside?"
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The Elixir of Love

A Physician was once summoned to attend to an unusual case. He
found a pale, sad, seventeen-year-old, reclining on a sofa, in an
ornate room adorned with rich, silk tapestries. Her eyes were half-
closed, her head was bowed, and she was pale like a marble statue.
Several doctors had been called to examine her and, unable to
diagnose her condition had concluded that her problem was
At a glance the doctor realised what was wrong with her. She
languished in her gilded cage, a self-absorbed prisoner, for she did
not know what it was to go out and give happiness to those in need.
The doctor asked her to get ready to go out with him.

"With you; Where?" asked the girl.

In an undertone, the doctor said to her, "That is a secret. I can only

tell you that it is for your own good."

The girl got ready and the doctor took her to a quarter where poor
people lived. They carried with them many gifts in cash and kind.

At the first house which they visited, the doctor had to help her to
keep her balance, as she walked.
At the second, she went ahead of the doctor.

At the third, she almost ran. When the children kissed her hand and
the poor women thanked her, she cried with joy.
The outing seemed too short to her. From then onwards,
everyday she searched for those whom she could make happy.

She was restored to good health; she found the joy and happiness,
which did not dwell in her palatial home but in the broken cottages of
the poor to whom she gave the love of her generous heart.

The happiness we give to others comes back to us.

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End out Your Best!

A little boy lived near a canyon. He was fascinated by the echo which
reverberated from the other side of the canyon. He imagined that
another little boy like him dwelled on the other side of the canyon and
was making fun of him.

"I hate you!" he would cry out.

"I hate you!" the echo would come back every time he yelled.

"He is a nasty boy, I hate him" the little one complained to his mother.

"Just for once, why dont you try yelling him 'I love you'?" suggested
his mother one day.

Reluctantly, the little boy agreed. Overcoming his hostility he

screamed his heart out across the canyon, "I LOVE YOU!"

Back came the reply, "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!"

The boy rushed back to his mother to announce ecstatically, Mom, I

have a friend on the other side!"

Whatever goes out of us comes back to us! Every thought we

think, every word we utter, every action we perform is echoed
back into our lives.
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Thank You God

There was a woman whose husband fell seriously ill. The doctors
who treated him soon began to despair of his condition. "Your
husband will not live longer than six months," they informed the

She was a lady with tremendous faith. From that day, she began the
practice of thanking the Lord a thousand times every day. "Thank you
Lord! Thank you Lord!" She prayed again and again. "Thank you God
for taking care of my husband. Thank you, God, for healing him and
making him whole again. Thank you, God, for being my support and
She continued to offer these prayers even though there was no sign
of improvement in her ailing husband.

Strangely enough, a few months later, when her husband went for a
check-up, the doctors were amazed at his miraculous recovery. "A
power above and beyond ours has been at work!" they exclaimed.
Whatever be the condition in which we find ourselves, whatever be
the suffering through which we pass, let us thank the Lord all the
time! When we do so, our hearts expand, and we become receptive
to the helpful and healing forces of God.
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You Are Rich

A dervish was walking along a crowded road, when his eyes fell on a
child begging by the wayside.

To each and every passer-by, the child cried out, "Give me something
in the name of Allah! Give me some bread! Give me a little money!
Alas, my parents are blind! Help me feed them, in the Name of God!"

The dervish said to the child, "Why do you need to beg, my boy? You
are rich!" The beggar boy was taken aback. "Alas sir, I am poor! My
parents are blind, and we live on the alms I get."

The saint smiled, He said to the boy, "I shall give you ten thousand
rupees - five thousand for each of your hands. Will you cut them and
give them to me?"

"How can I do that?" the boy cried in horror.

"What about your feet then? I'll give you five thousand for each"

The boy shook his head, speechless with shock.

"All right then, give me your eyes. I'll give you ten thousand rupees for

"How cruel you are!" the boy burst out. "Will you have me disfigured,
deformed and maimed for the rest of my life?"

"My dear boy," the saint replied, "God has given you such precious
healthy limbs, and you are not making use of them! You are begging,
when you can work hard and earn your daily bread and live with self-
respect. You are wasting the wealth that God has blessed you with!"

The boy was so touched with the words of the dervish that he fell at
his feet. He threw away the money he had begged and vowed to turn
over a new leaf!
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The Smart Thing to Do

Here is story about Sultan Mahmud of Afghanistan and his servant,
Ayyaz. Sultan Mahmud would respect Ayyaz for his wisdom even
though he was a servant. This made the ministers and other people
of high positions very jealous of Ayyaz. They talked wrong against
him and started a rumour that Ayyaz was nothing but a fool. The king
came to know of this and he decided to prove to them who were the
real fools. An announcement was made to all the people that the King
will distribute his belongings on a particular date. Whatever a person
touches will become his on that day. When the day came, many
people appeared by the king's palace. The king made his
announcement again that a person can have whatever he touches.
The door was opened and everyone ran to touch whatever was of
value in the palace. Some touched jewellery of gold while others
touched fancy furniture, etc. But Ayyaz was just standing by the king
and was not touching anything. People thought that Ayyaz was crazy
as he wasn't taking advantage of this great event. Now, Ayyaz asked
the king if the announcement he made was certain. The king said
"Yes, whatever you touch is yours." Immediately, Ayyaz placed his
right hand on the king's head and the left hand on his shoulder. He
then shouted, "Listen everyone; I was waiting for this moment to
acquire the most expensive thing. All of you took whatever the king
possessed, but you forgot about the owner of all these, which is the
king himself. I hereby declare that my hands are on the king, so the
king is mine. You cannot remove one thing from this palace because I
am the owner of all these now." After hearing this from Ayyaz,
everyone realized that actually, Ayyaz is the only smart one and
everyone else was in error.

Today people are only running after the creations but, very few
are running towards the Creator Himself. If Allah, the King of all
kings, becomes our Friend then what else do we need?
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Unfolding a Rose
A young, new teacher was walking with an older, more seasoned
teacher in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what
Allah had for him to do, he was asking the older teacher for some
advice. The older teacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the
young teacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off
any petals. The young teacher looked in disbelief at the older teacher
and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do
with his wanting to know the will of Allah for his life and ministry.

But because of his great respect for the older teacher, he proceeded
to try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact... It wasn't
long before he realized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the
younger teacher's inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the
older teacher began to recite the following poem...

It is only a tiny rosebud,

A flower of Allah's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers

Is not known to such as I.
ALLAH opens this flower so sweetly,
Then in my hands they die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,

This flower of Allah's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in Allah for leading

Each moment of my day.
I will look to Allah for His guidance
Each step of the way.

The pathway that lies before me,

Only Allah knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
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A Lesson from Disabled People

Once, a visitor was being shown around a leper colony. The colony
was built to provide a shelter for those people who were poor and had
various physical disabilities. At noon a gong (a metal disk that
produces a sound when hit with a hammer) sounded to gather the
inhabitants for the midday meal. People came from all parts of the
compound to the dining hall. Suddenly, everyone started laughing at
seeing two young men; one riding on the other's back, pretending to
be a horse and a rider. They were having lots of fun. As the visitor
watched, he was told that the man who carried his friend was blind,
and the man being carried was lame (who couldn't walk). The one
who couldn't see used his feet; the one who couldn't walk used his
eyes. Together they helped each other and reached their destination.

Let us use each other's strengths to make up for the

weaknesses of others. Our strength is in unity, not in division.
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The Boy and the Dog

Once Abdullah Bin Jafar (ra) was passing through a forest when he
went by an orchard where an Abyssinian (Ethiopian) slave was
working. Someone brought him his food and, at the same time a stray
dog came into the garden, and stood by the slave, who threw a loaf of
bread to the dog, which ate it but did not go away. The slave-boy
threw it a second loaf and a third one, thus letting it eat the whole of
his daily provision of food, keeping nothing back for himself. Abdullah
bin Jafar, who had been watching this, said to the boy, "How much
bread do you get as your daily ration of food?" The boy said, "I get
three loaves everyday, as you have just seen." Ibn Jafar asked,
"Then, why did you prefer a dog to yourself and feed it all the three
loaves?" The boy said, "There are no dogs living round here. The
poor creature must have travelled a long distance to reach here and it
must be feeling very hungry. So, I felt ashamed to send it away,
without serving it any food." Ibn Jafar said, "What will you have for
food today?" The boy said, "I shall go without food for a day, which I
don't mind." Ibn Jafar said to himself, "People criticise you for
spending too liberally, but this slave-boy is far more generous than
you." After this he came back to the town and, after purchasing the
slave-boy, the garden and all the other effects therein from the owner,
he set free the slave-boy and gave him the garden as a gift.
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Jerry is the manager of a restaurant in America. He is always in a
good mood and always has something positive to say. When
someone would ask him how he was doing, he would always reply, "If
I were any better, I would be twins!"

Many of the waiters at his restaurant quit their jobs when he changed
jobs, so they could follow him around from restaurant to restaurant.
The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude.

He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day,

Jerry was always there, telling the employee how to look on the
positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to

Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! No one can be a positive person
all of the time. How do you do it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake
up and say to myself, I have two choices today. I can choose to be in
a good mood or I can choose to be in a bad mood. I always choose to
be in a good mood.

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I

can choose to learn from it. I always choose to learn from it.

Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to

accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I
always choose the positive side of life."

"But it's not always that easy," I protested. "Yes, it is," Jerry said "Life
is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is
a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how
people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or
bad mood. It's your choice how you live your life."

Several years later, I heard that Jerry accidentally did something you
are never supposed to do in the restaurant business: left the back
door of his restaurant open one morning and was robbed by three
armed men. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from
nervousness slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and
shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found quickly and rushed to the hospital.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was
released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his
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I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him
how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Want to see
my scars?" I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had
gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "The first thing that
went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door,"
Jerry replied. "Then, after they shot me, as I lay on the floor, I
remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or choose
to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared?" I asked. Jerry continued, "The paramedics

were great. They kept telling me. I was going to be fine. But when
they wheeled me into the Emergency Room and I saw the
expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really
scared. In their eyes, I read 'He's a dead man.' I knew I need to take

"What did you do?" I asked. "Well, there was a big nurse shouting
questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything."
'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they
waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!'

Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Please operate
on me as if I am alive, not dead'."

Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his
amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day you have the
choice to either enjoy your life or to hate it.

The only thing that is truly yours that no one can control or take
from you-is your attitude, so if you can take care of that,
everything else in life becomes much easier.
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The Woodcutter
Once upon a time a very strong woodcutter asks for a job in a timber
merchant, and he got it. The paid was really good and so were the
work conditions. For that reason, the woodcutter was determined to
do his best. His boss gave him an axe and showed him the area
where he was supposed to work. The first day, the woodcutter
brought 18 trees Congratulations," the boss said. "Go on that way!
Very motivated for the boss words, the woodcutter try harder the next
day, but he only could bring 15 trees. The third day he try even
harder, but he only could bring 10 trees. Day after day he was
bringing less and less trees. I must be losing my strength", the
woodcutter thought. He went to the boss and apologized, saying that
he could not understand what was going on. When was the last time
you sharpened your axe?" the boss asked. Sharpen? I had no time
to sharpen my axe. I have been very busy trying to cut trees..."
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No Problem
Don't worry if you have problems! Which is easy to say until you are
in the midst of a really big one, I know. But the only people I am
aware of who don't have troubles are gathered in little
neighbourhoods. Most cities and villages have at least one. We call
them cemeteries. If you're breathing, you have difficulties. It's the way
of life. And believe it or not, most of your problems may actually be
good for you! Let me explain.

Maybe you have seen the Great Barrier Reef, stretching some 1,800
miles from New Guinea to Australia. Tour guides regularly take
visitors to view the reef. On one tour, the guide was asked an
interesting question. "I notice that the lagoon side of the reef looks
pale and lifeless, while the ocean side is vibrant and colourful," a
traveller observed. "Why is this?"

The guide gave an interesting answer: "The coral around the lagoon
side is in still water, with no challenge for its survival. It dies early. The
coral on the ocean side is constantly being tested by wind, waves,
and storms -- surges of power. It has to fight for survival every day of
its life. As it is challenged and tested it changes and adapts. It grows
healthy. It grows strong. And it reproduces." Then he added this
telling note: "That's the way it is with every living organism."

That's how it is with people. Challenged and tested, we come alive!

Like coral pounded by the sea, we grow. Physical demands can
cause us to grow stronger. Mental and emotional stress can produce
tough-mindedness and resiliency. Spiritual testing can produce
strength of character and faithfulness.

So, you have problems -- no problem! Just tell yourself, "There I

grow again; stronger and powerful!"
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A lecturer was giving a lecture to his student on stress management.
He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do
you think this glass of water is?"

The students' answers ranged from 20 to 500 gm.

"It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long
you hold it.

If I hold it for a minute, it is OK.

If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm.

If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance.

It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it

"If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be
able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier."

"What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before
holding it up again."

We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be

refreshed and are able to carry on.

So, before you return home from work tonight, put the burden of work
down. Don't carry it back home. You can pick it up tomorrow.

Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down
for a moment if you can. Pick it up again later when you have

Rest and relax.

Life is short, enjoy it!!

Wisdom: In the end what matters most is, how well did you live,
love, and learn to let go.
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Once upon a time there were two cart-horses. They worked together
for many years, pulling the cart of a peasant. Over the years, they
often argued with each other, complaining that the other was not
keeping to its side, or was going just a little too quickly or just a little
too slow.

One day, one of the two horses suddenly died.

The remaining horse was very upset about this.

It realized that in all the time that they had worked together, it had not
once told the other horse how much it valued its company and its
faithful help in pulling the cart. Now the chance was gone forever...

The horse also reflected on all the squabbles they had had. It
suddenly understood that it need not have taken offence as easily as
it had done, that it need not have borne as many grudges, that it
could have been less arrogant, in short, it realized that it had wasted
all the energy that had been available for friendship and kindness on
unworthy and unnecessary thoughts and emotions.

The horse was ashamed and resolved to lead a different life in future.
Whoever its new partner was going to be, things were going to be

But time passed, and the horse forgot. One day, it caught itself in
exactly the same kind of behaviour that it had sworn never to engage
in again. The horse could not understand why it had returned to its
old ways.

That evening, in the stable, the horse decided to seek out the
peasant's donkey, which had a reputation for wisdom among the

The donkey listened to the horse's story. Eventually, it replied. "It is

good that you have noticed what has happened. If you truly want to
change, this is possible; but it will, for a long time, cost you your
peace of mind. Are you prepared to accept this?"

The horse replied that it definitely did not want to return to its old
ways. Anything was better than that.
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So the donkey continued, "There is one very simple, and at the same
time very hard thing that you have to do. Remember every day that
one day, perhaps today, perhaps many years from now, you will die.
Remember every day that the horse next to you will die. Remember
every day that every other creature you will see will one day die.
Remember that all animals alive today are part of a wave, which will
soon break and be lost on the beach forever, to be followed by a new
wave, and another, and another. No wave is permanent. The only
thing that is permanent is the ocean."

There were tears in the horse's eyes.

The donkey continued, "Only if you remember death will you become
strong-willed and alert enough not to postpone love. This is my advice
to you, and in following it, perhaps one day you may come to know
that which is deathless."
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Hat Seller Modern Story

There was once a hat-seller who passed by a forest on his way back
from the market. The weather was very hot and so he decided to take
a nap under one of the trees, so he left his whole basket of hats by
the side. A few hours later, he woke up by some sounds. The next
thing he realized was that all his hats was gone. He heard some
monkeys on the tree and so he looked up. To his surprise, the tree
was full of monkeys and they had taken all his hats. The hat-seller sits
down and think of how he can get the hats down. He think and think
and start scratching his head. The next moment, he realized that the
monkeys were doing the same action. Next, he took down his own
hat and saw the monkeys do exactly the same. An idea came to him,
he took his hat and throw it on the floor and the monkeys do that too.
So he finally managed to get all his hats back.

If you think you have read this before....., read on!!!

Fifty years later, his grandson, Jack, also became a hat-seller and
had heard this monkey story from his grandfather. One day, just like
his grandfather, he passed by the same forest, it was very hot, and he
took a nap under the same tree and left the hats on the floor. He
woke up and realized that all his hats were gone. He looked up and
realized that the monkeys had taken all the hats. He remembered his
grand father's words, started scratching his head and the monkeys
follows. He took down his hat and fanned himself and again the
monkeys followed. Now, very convinced of his grandfather's idea,
JACK threw his hat on the floor but to his surprise, the monkeys still
hold on to all the hats. Then one monkey climbed down the tree,
grabbed the hat on the floor, gave him a slap and said "You think
only you have a grandfather".
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If I Live Again
When the late Nadine Stair of Louisville, Kentucky, was 85 years old,
she was asked what she would do if she had her life to live over
again. Id make more mistakes next time, she said. Id relax. I would
limber up. I would be sillier than I have been on this trip. I would take
fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more
mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and
fewer beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but Id have
fewer imaginary ones. You see, Im one of those people who live
sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, Ive had my
moments, and if I had to do it over again, Id have more of them. In
fact, Id try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another,
instead of living so many years ahead of each day, If I had my life to
live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way
later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-
go-rounds and I would pick more daisies.
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Dont short-cut God when you experience adversity. Ask him, God,
what do you want to teach me? Use it as an opportunity to grow. Do
as Charles Darrow and his wife did who themselves suffered
tremendous adversity. They accepted adversity as part of life and
refused to allow it to steal their joy. They worked through it, and God
helped them. They learned through this situation, and they kept

Back in 1932 was out of a job and broke, and his wife was expecting
a baby. Although he was a heating engineer, there were no jobs
available and Darrow and his wife were just barely subsisting on the
few odd jobs he could get as a handyman. Things were bleak. Fate
didnt reckon with the courage of this man and his wife, however.
They laughed at it, literally. In the evenings, to take their minds off
their troubles, they made a little game in which they could pretend
they were millionaires, recalling pleasant vacations in nearby Atlantic
City. They reconstructed the area adjoining the boardwalk. Darrow
carved hotels and houses out of small pieces of wood, and they
called the game Monopoly. Three years later, in 1935 the game was
marketed by Parker Brothers, and Darrow and his wife became
millionaires because they allowed adversity to make them instead of
break them.

When you face adversity, are you going to allow it to break you
or make you? Its your choice.
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Most of us can afford to take a lesson from the oyster. The most
extraordinary thing about the oyster is this: Irritations get into his shell.
He does not like them; he tries to get rid of them. But when he cannot
get rid of them, he settles down to make of them one of the most
beautiful things in the world. He uses the irritation to do the loveliest
thing that an oyster ever has a chance to do. If there are irritations in
your lives today, there is only one prescription: Make a pearl. It may
have to be a pearl of patience, but anyhow, make a pearl. All it takes
is love and faith to do it.
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Happiness Follows
Once there was an old alley cat walking down the street looking for
his supper. As he walked along he came upon a beautiful young cat
who was running around in circles chasing her tail. Around and
around she went trying as hard as she could to catch her tail. The old
alley cat stopped and asked her, "What are you doing?" The young
cat slowed down and replied that she had been taught that joy,
happiness, success and luck were all in the tip of her tail. "All that I
have to do is catch the end of my tail, and I will have the happy life,
she said. The old alley cat replied, "I've been around for a long time,
and I know that joy, happiness, success and luck are in the tip of my
tail; but, you know if I don't chase it and work my very hardest and
don't worry about it, the happy life follows me wherever I go. My tail
follows me everywhere, so I don't need to chase it." Happiness isn't a
place, a time, or a possession. You have to make it happen. The
ways to make it happen is to stop worrying about everything and just
go about your business, and do your very best. Then, if you really
work hard, your happiness will follow you just like the alley cat's tail.
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The Star Thrower

The Star Thrower tells of a man, in his prime, who observes the shell
collectors at the beach in the height of tourist season, particularly
after a storm, engaged in a kind of greedy madness to out-collect his
less aggressive neighbours. He watches them scrambling along the
beach at dawn with bundles of gathered starfish, hermit crabs, sea
urchins, and other living shells. Arguing, toppling over each other,
overburdened, they rush in a kind of frenzy to outdo each other for
these fine specimens. The shell collectors then boil the shell
"houses," occupants included, in outdoor kettles provided by the
resort hotels as a service to guests who will show off their proud
collections to envious relatives and friends back home. There are
many people with the collectors' morality. They are not unique to the
seashore. They are people who are trying to collect things in life in
search of happiness. They are the consumers who think you may
purchase happiness. The man noticed a solitary human figure
standing near the water's edge in the centre of a rainbow caused by
the sun-filled spray. The figure stooped over, then stood up to fling an
object out to sea beyond the breaking surf. The spectator finally
reached the older figure and asked him what he was doing. The old
man with the bronzed, worn face answered softly, "I'm a star thrower."
Expecting to see a sand dollar or perhaps a flat rock -- like the ones
he used to skim across the water for fun -- the younger man came
closer for a better look. The old man, with a quick yet gentle
movement, picked up another starfish and spun it gracefully far out
into the sea. "It may live," he said, "if the offshore pull is strong
enough." Here was a human being who was not a collector. He said
he had decided to be part of life and had dedicated himself to helping
give another day, another week, another year, and another
opportunity for living. The younger man silently reached down and
skipped a still-living starfish across the water toward freedom. He felt
like a gardener sowing the seeds of life. He looked back over his
shoulder. Against the rainbow, the old Star Thrower stooped and
flung once more. He understood the secret. Life cannot be collected.
Happiness cannot be travelled to, owned, earned, worn, or
consumed. Happiness is the natural experience of living every minute
with love, grace, and gratitude. The gift of life is not a treasure hunt
like on the beach, you cannot look for success.

The treasure is not in what you own, what you wear, how you
look or your worldly accomplishments. The treasure is within
you. It only needs to be uncovered and discovered. The secret is
to turn a life of collection into the life of a Star Thrower.
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Soap Case Study

One of the most memorable case studies on Japanese management
was the case of the empty soap box, which happened in one of
Japan's biggest cosmetics companies. The company received a
complaint that a consumer had bought a soap box that was empty.

Immediately the authorities isolated the problem to the assembly line,

which transported all the packaged boxes of soap to the delivery
department. For some reason, one soap box went through the
assembly line empty.

Management asked its engineers to solve the problem. Post-haste,

the engineers worked hard to devise an X-ray machine with high-
resolution monitors manned by two people to watch all the soap
boxes that passed through the line to make sure they were not empty.

No doubt, they worked hard and they worked fast but they spent
whoopee amount to do so.

But when a workman was posed with the same problem, did not get
into complications of X-rays, etc but instead came out with another

He bought a strong industrial electric fan and pointed it at the

assembly line. He switched the fan on, and as each soap box passed
the fan, it simply blew the empty boxes out of the line.

Moral of the story: Always look for simple solutions. Devise the
simplest possible solution that solves the problem. So, learn to
focus on solutions not on problems. "If you look at what you do
not have in life, you don't have anything; if you look at what you
have in life, you have everything"
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Let me share someone's life history with you:
This was a man who failed in business at the age of 21;
Was defeated in a legislative race at age 22;
Failed again in business at age 24;
Overcame the death of his sweetheart at age 26;
Had a nervous breakdown at age 27;
Lost a congressional race at age 34;
Lost a senatorial race at age 45;
Failed in an effort to become vice-president at age 47;
Lost a senatorial race at age 49;
And he was elected president of the United States at age 52.


Every success story is also a story of great failure.

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Very True!!!!!!!
Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS.
From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which
conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad

To this Arthur Ashe replied:

The world over :

5 crore children start playing tennis,
50 lakh learn to play tennis,
5 lakh learn professional tennis,
50,000 come to the circuit,
5000 reach the grand slam,
50 reach Wimbledon,
4 to semi final,
2 to the finals,

When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD "Why me; and today in
pain I should not be asking GOD "Why me?"

Be thankful to GOD for 98% of good things in life.

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Fresh Fish

The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the waters close to
Japan have not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese
population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The
farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the
return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The
Japanese did not like the taste.

To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their

boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers
allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the
Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and
they did not like frozen fish.

The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed

fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to
fin. After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving. They were
tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste
the difference. Because the fish did not move for days, they lost their
fresh-fish taste. The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish,
not sluggish fish.

So how did Japanese fishing companies solve this problem? How do

they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan?

If you were consulting the fish industry, what would you recommend?

How Japanese Fish Stay Fresh:

To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still
put the fish in the tanks. But now they add a small shark to each tank.
The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively
state. The fish are challenged.

Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most
of the time tired & dull, so we need a Shark in our life to keep us
awake and moving? Basically in our lives Sharks are new challenges
to keep us active and taste better.....

The more intelligent, persistent and competent you are, the more you
enjoy a challenge. If your challenges are the correct size, and if you
are steadily conquering those challenges, you are Conqueror. You
think of your challenges and get energized. You are excited to try new
solutions. You have fun. You are alive!
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1. Instead of avoiding challenges, jump into them. Beat the heck

out of them. Enjoy the game. If your challenges are too large or too
numerous, do not give up. Failing makes you tired. Instead,
reorganize. Find more determination, more knowledge, more help.

2. God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow,

sun without rain, but he did promise strength for the day, comfort for
the tears and light for the way.

3. Disappointments are like road bumps, they slow you down a bit
but you enjoy the smooth road afterwards. Don't stay on the bumps
too long. Move on!

4. When you feel down because you didn't get what you want, just
sit tight and be happy, because God has thought of something better
to give you. When something happens to you, good or bad, consider
what it means. There's a purpose to life's events, to teach you how to
laugh more or not to cry too hard.

5. No one can go back and make a brand new start. Anyone can
start from now and make a brand new ending.
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Learning To Get Back Up

Bringing a giraffe into the world is a tall order. A baby giraffe falls 10
feet from its mothers womb and usually lands on its back. Within
seconds it rolls over and tucks its legs under its body. From this
position it considers the world for the first time and shakes off the last
vestiges of the birthing fluid from its eyes and ears. Then the mother
giraffe rudely introduces its offspring to the reality of life.

In his book, A View from the Zoo, Gary Richmond describes how a
newborn giraffe learns its first lesson:-

The mother giraffe lowers her head long enough to take a quick look.
Then she positions herself directly over her calf. She waits for about a
minute, and then she does the most unreasonable thing. She swings
her long, pendulous leg outward and kicks her baby, so that it is sent
sprawling head over heels.

When it doesnt get up, the violent process is repeated over and over
again. The struggle to rise is momentous. As the baby calf grows
tired, the mother kicks it again to stimulate its efforts. Finally, the calf
stands for the first time on its wobbly legs.

Then the mother giraffe does the most remarkable thing. She kicks is
off its feet again. Why? She wants it to remember how it got up. In the
wild, baby giraffes must be able to get up as quickly as possible to
stay with the herd, where there is safety. Lions, hyenas, leopards,
and wild hunting dogs all enjoy young giraffes, and theyd get it too, if
the mother didnt teach her calf to get up quickly and get with it.

The late Irving Stone understood this. He spent a lifetime studying

greatness, writing novelized biographies of such men as
Michelangelo, Vincent van Gogh, Sigmund Freud, and Charles

Stone was once asked if he had found a thread that runs through the
lives of all these exceptional people. He said, I write about people
who sometime in their life have a vision or dream of something that
should be accomplished and they go to work. They are beaten over
the head, knocked down, vilified, and for years they get nowhere.
But every time theyre knocked down they stand up. You cannot
destroy these people. And at the end of their lives theyve
accomplished some modest part of what they set out to do.
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I will never forget what my old headmaster told taught me. Normally
when you are only 15 years of age you do not remember most of the
things that are preached by your teachers. But, this particular story is
one such lesson that I will never forget. Every time I drift off course, I
get reminded of this story.

It was a normal Monday morning at an assembly, and he was

addressing the students on important things in life and about
committing ourselves to what is important to us. This is how the story

An old man lived in a certain part of London, and he would wake up

every morning and go to the subway. He would get the train right to
Central London, and then sit at the street corner and beg. He would
do this every single day of his life. He sat at the same street corner
and begged for almost 20 years.

His house was filthy, and a stench came out of the house and it
smelled horribly. The neighbours could not stand the smell anymore,
so they summoned the police officers to clear the place. The officers
knocked down the door and cleaned the house. There were small
bags of money all over the house that he had collected over the

The police counted the money, and they soon realized that the old
man was a millionaire. They waited outside his house in anticipation
to share the good news with him. When he arrived home that
evening, he was met by one the officers who told him that there was
no need for him to beg any more as he was a rich man now, a

He said nothing at all; he went into his house and locked the door.
The next morning he woke up as usual, went to the subway, got into
the train, and sat at the street corner and continued to beg.

Obviously, this old man had no great plans, dreams or anything

significant for his life. We learn nothing from this story other
than staying focused on the things we enjoy doing, commitment.
We should remain true to our course; which may mean
committing yourselves to things that people around you would
normally disapprove. Let nothing distract us from being happy,
let nothing else determine our fate, but ourselves. What makes
us happy is what matters in the end, not what we acquire.
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Macarthurs Prayer for His Son

While fighting in the Pacific during WWII, General Douglas

Macarthur, whose father was Civil War hero, Lieutenant-General
Arthur Macarthur, wrote this letter to his son, Arthur IV:

Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he

is weak; and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who
will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle
in victory.

Build me a son whose wishes will not take the place of deeds; a son
who will know Thee -- and that to know himself is the foundation
stone of knowledge.

Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the
stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to
stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who

Build me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high, a
son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men,
one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.

And after all these thing are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of
humour, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too
seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the
simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom and the
meekness of true strength.

Then I, his father, will dare to whisper, "I have not lived in vain!"
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True Love
(Narrated by a doctor)
It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly
gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his
thumb. He was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I
took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over
an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking
at his watch and decided to attend him, since I was not busy with
another patient.

His wound was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the
needed supplies to remove his stitches. Meanwhile, we began to
engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment
this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no,
that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his
wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been
there for awhile and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. As
we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be
worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who
he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go every morning,
even though she doesn't know who you are?"

He smiled as he patted my hand and said. She doesn't know me, but
I still know who she is."

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm,

and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an

acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
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The Wise King

In a far away land, there was a beautiful kingdom with its unique rule.
The rule said everyone may become the king, with all of his rights to
govern the country for five years. After that he must be detained, his
body will be tied and he will be thrown away to remote island where
the jungle is thick and there are plenty of wild animals and no human.

Then, one by one, people became the king. The first man said OK, I
am ready to be the king. And he became a king for five years. What
he did in his five years was enjoying his position. He threw big parties,
went to many beautiful places, married many women, collected many
luxurious things and did the other things that please him.

Those were all he did. Until one day the time came. One morning
when the king woke up, suddenly strong soldiers came to his palace
and said, We come to here under the order of constitution; you have
become a king for five years, and now the time comes when we
should seize you and take you to Remote Island. The king wasnt
very surprised of this, because he knew that the time would come. He
just felt that the time passed by too fast. He had enjoyed himself in
the past five years but now he had to leave all the things that had
made him happy, and would undergo living in the very dangerous
island. He was very scared but could do nothing and had to accept
his destiny with tears in his eyes. And when they got there, the
soldiers put the dethroned king in jungle and left him alone. They
didnt know and didnt care about what would happen to him. All they
heard when they left the island was just the voices of wild animals
and the long scream of the former king; and then silent again.

Back to the kingdom, the constitution was still effective, and now
there is a second king. Then the time showed that he behaved
similarly with the first king. He used his time to enjoy extravagant life,
but after his five years was over, the soldiers took him and brought
him to the island. He cried on the day he was thrown away to the
remote island, and the voice of wild animals mixed with his scream
was heard after he was left alone there.

Every other king was the same. Each one of them just copied their
predecessors story - laugh in the beginning, but cry in the end.

One day, a young man came and declared his wish to be asking. By
the constitution he was granted his wish. He would be a king for five
years before being thrown away to the island. But if other kings would
follow their passion for having fun after being inaugurated, he didnt.
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He realized that his time was only five years. Even if he had a happy
life in the five years, his life as a king would come to an end.

So the king was always seen to be thinking. And not very long after
that, he made a surprising decision. I won t make an extravagant
live, but I attempt to use all of my power, even have to suffer, to
prepare my life at the remote island.

In the first year he sent troops, veterinarians, and animals trainers to

the dangerous island. The mission was to control the population of
wild animals there or domesticate them for good use. Well the
mission was so huge that it consumed a lot of the countrys
resources. But it was the kings decision and he had calculated it,
wand he was ready to make sacrifices. So, all things had been used
by all kings to have their fun, now is used by the new king in this
mission. He really dedicated all of his energy to the mission. The
mission was successfully done.

In the second year, he sent a lot of farmers to the island to start a

wide rice field there. In the third year, he built a lot of facilities on the
island, from electricity to hospital. In the fourth year, he sent a lot of
educated people like engineers, accountants, and many others to the
island. In the fifth year, he sent his friends and his relatives to the

And finally the time came when the king had to be thrown away to the
island. In the morning of the big day, the king smiled his widest smile
ever in five years. When many strong soldiers caught and roped him,
his smile grows wider. And finally he laughed a great laugh when the
soldiers threw him to the island.

Yes, how wouldnt he laugh? If the previous king found thick jungle
and so many wild animals when they were being thrown away, the
last king found many exciting things needed to live comfortably. All of
his family were there and welcomed him. They cheered, long live the
wise king, long live the wise king! And the wise king lived happily ever

The story has a very good lesson for all of us. Actually every one of
us is like the king. We are given time to live in this world and do
whatever we want. But after the time ends, we will be detained (by
Izrail, the death angle), and being roped (with kafan) then finally
thrown away to the very dangerous place (grave, with its snakes,
scorpions and torturer angles). So many people are tricked by their
life in the world. All they do in this world is all fun for them, and forget
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that the time will come when they will face a very different life. And
when it happens, they are tortured and suffer forever. But not with the
clever people, they live in this world to prepare their next life in the
after world, just like the wise king. This people will face death with a
smile, because they will a very good life in paradise. And the ending
for these people is they live in true happiness forever.
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The Dilemma
Many years ago in a small Indian village, a farmer had the misfortune
of owing a large sum of money to a village moneylender. The
moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer's beautiful
daughter. So he proposed a bargain. He said he would forgo the
farmer's debt if he could marry his daughter.

Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal. So
the cunning money-lender suggested that they let providence decide
the matter. He told them that he would put a black pebble and a
white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would have to
pick one pebble from the bag.

1) If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her
father's debt would be forgiven.

2) If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her
father's debt would still be forgiven.

3) But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into

They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer's field. As

they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he
picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two
black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to
pick a pebble from the bag.

Now, imagine that you were standing in the field. What would you
have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would
you have told her?

Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:

1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.

2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag
and expose the money-lender as a cheat.

3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to
save her father from his debt and imprisonment.

Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used
with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between
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lateral and logical thinking. The girl's dilemma cannot be solved with
traditional logical thinking. Think of the consequences if she chooses
the above logical answers.

What would you recommend to the Girl to do?

Well, here is what she did....

The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble.
Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn
path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles.
"Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into
the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I

Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had
picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his
dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation
into an extremely advantageous one.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Most complex problems do have a

solution. It is only that we don't attempt to think.
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The Imp and the Crust

By: Leo Tolstoy

A poor peasant set out early one morning to plough his fields, taking
with him for his breakfast a crust of bread. He got his plough ready,
wrapped the bread in his coat, put it under a bush and set out to
work. After a while, when his horse was tired and he was hungry, the
peasant fixed the plough, let the horse to graze and went to get his
coat and his breakfast. He lifted the coat, but the bread was gone, he
looked and looked, turned the coat over, shook it out but the bread
was gone. The peasant could not make this out at all. That is
strange, thought he, I saw no one, but all the same some one have
been here and taken the bread! It was an imp who had stolen the
bread while the peasant was ploughing, and at that moment he was
sitting behind the bush, waiting to ear the peasant swear and call on
the Devil.

The peasant was sorry to loose his breakfast, but, it cannot be

helped, he said. After all, I shant die of hunger! No doubt whoever
took the bread needed it. May it do him good! And he went to the
well, and had a drink of water, and rested a bit. Then he caught his
horse, harnessed it, and began ploughing again. The imp was
crestfallen at not having made the peasant sin, and went to report to
what had happened to the Devil, his master He came to the Devil and
told how he had taken the peasants bread, and how the peasant
instead of cursing had said, May it do him good. The devil was angry
and replied: if the man got the better of you, it was your fault .
You dont understand your business! If the peasants and the wives
after them take that sort of thing, it will be all up with us. The matter
cannot be left at that! Go back at once, said he, and put things right.
If in three years you dont get the better of that peasant, I will have
you ducked in the holy water!

The imp was frightened. He scampered back to the earth, thinking

how he could redeem his fault. He thought, and at last hit upon a
good plan. He turned himself into a labouring man and went and took
service with the poor peasant. The first year he advised the peasant
to sow corn in the marshy place. The peasant took his advice and
sow in the marsh. The year turned out a very dry one, and the crops
of other peasants were all scorched by the sun, but the poor
peasants corn grew thick, tall and full eared. Not only had he grain
enough to last him whole of the year, but had much left over besides.
The next year the imp advised the poor peasant to sow on the hill;
and it turned out a wet summer. Other peoples corn was beaten
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down and rotted and the ears did not fill; but the poor peasants crop,
up o the hill, was fine one. He had more grain left over than before, so
that he did not know what to do with it all.

Then the imp showed the peasant how he could mash the grain and
distil spirit from it; and the peasant made strong drink, and began to
drink it himself and to give it to his friends. So the imp went to the
Devil, his master, and boasted that he had made up for his failure.
The Devil said that he would come and see for himself how the case
stood. He came to the peasants house, and saw that the peasant
had invited his well-to-do neighbours and was treating them to drink.
His wife was offering the drink to the guests, and she handed it round
she stumbled against the able and spilt a glassful. The peasant was
angry and scolded his wife: what do you mean, you slut? Do you
think it is a ditchwater, you cripple, that you must go pouring good
stuff like that over floor? The imp nudged the Devil, his master with
his elbow: see, said he, thats the man who did not grudge his only

The peasant still railing at his wife, began to carry the drink round
himself. Just then a poor peasant returning from work came in
uninvited. He greeted the company, sat down, and saw that they were
drinking. Tired of his days work, he felt that he too would like a drop.
He sat and sat, and his mouth kept watering, but the host instead of
offering him any only muttered: I cant find drink for every one who
comes along. This pleased the devil; but the imp chuckled and said,
wait a bit, there is more to come yet! The rich peasants drank, and
their host drank too. And they began to make false, oily speeches to
one another. The Devil listened and listened, and praised the imp. If,
said he, the drink makes them so foxy that they began to cheat each
other, they will soon all be in our hands. Wait for what is coming,
said the imp. Let them have another glass all round. Now they all like
foxes, wagging their tails and trying to get round one another, but
presently you will see them like savage wolves. The peasants had
another glass each, and their talk became wilder and rougher.
Instead of oily speeches, they began to abuse and snarl at one
another. Soon they took to fighting, and punched one anothers
noses. And the host joined in the fight and he too got well beaten.
The Devil looked very much pleased at all this. This is first rate! said
he. But the imp replied: wait a bit..the best is yet to come. Wait
till they have had a third glass. Now they are raging like wolves, but
let them have one more glass and they will become like swine.

The peasant had their third glass and became quite brutes. They
muttered and shouted, not knowing why and not listening to one
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another. Then the party began to break up. Some went alone, some
in twos and some in threes, all staggering down the street. The host
went out to speed his guests, but he fell on his nose into a puddle,
smeared himself from top to toe, and lay there grunting like a hog.
This pleased the Devil still more. Well, said he. You had hit on a first-
rate drink, and quite made for your blunder about the bread. But now
tell me how this drink is made. You must first have put in foxs blood;
that was what made the peasants sly as foxes. Then, I suppose, you
added wolfs blood; that is what made them fierce like wolves. And
you must have finished off with swines blood, to make them behave
like swine. No, said the imp, that was not the way I did it. All I did
was to see that peasant had more corn than he needed.

The blood of beasts is always in man.; but as long as he has

only enough corn for his needs, it is kept in bounds. While that
was the case, the peasant did not grudge his last crust. But when he
had corn left over, he looked for ways of getting pleasure out of it.
And I showed him a pleasure drinking! And when he began to
turn Gods good gifts into spirits for his own pleasure the foxs,
wolfs, swines blood in him all came out. If only he goes on drinking,
he will always be a beast! The Devil praised the imp, forgave him for
his former blunder and advanced him to a post of high honour.
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Attitude and Perception

This is a real story that happened between the customer of General

Motors and its Customer-Care Executive. A complaint was received
by the Pontiac Division of General Motors:

"This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you
for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it Is a fact that
we have a tradition in our family we have Ice-Cream for dessert after
dinner each night. But the kind of ice cream varies so, every night,
after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream
we should have and I drive down to the store to get it. It's also a fact
that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the
store have created a problem. You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice-
cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any
other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm
serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds"

"What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get
vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?"

The Pontiac President was understandably sceptical about the letter,

but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised
to be greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine
neighbourhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after
dinnertime, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice
cream store. It was vanilla ice-cream that night and, sure enough,
after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start.

The Engineer returned for three more nights.

The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night,
he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla.
The car failed to start. Now the Engineer, being a logical man,
refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream.
He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to
solve the problem. And toward this end he began to take notes: he
jotted down all sorts of data: time of day, type of gas uses, time to
drive back and forth etc.

In a short time, he had a clue: the man took less time to buy vanilla
than any other flavour.

Why? The answer was in the layout of the store. Vanilla, being the
most popular flavour, was in a separate case at the front of the store
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for quick pickup. All the other flavours were kept in the back of the
store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check
out the flavour.

Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't start
when it took less time. Eureka - Time was now the problem - not the
vanilla ice cream!

The engineer quickly came up with the answer: "vapour lock". It was
happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other
flavours allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When
the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapour lock to

Remember: Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real

and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the
solution with cool thinking. Don't just say its "IMPOSSIBLE"
without putting a sincere effort... Observe the word
"IMPOSSIBLE" carefully... Looking closer you will see, "I'M
POSSIBLE"...What really matters is your attitude and your
perception. The Race for Perfection has no Finish Line......
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Corporate Lessons

It's a fine sunny day in the forest, and a rabbit is sitting outside his
burrow, tippy-tapping on his typewriter. Along comes a fox, out for a

Fox: "What are you working on?"

Rabbit: "My thesis."

Fox: "Hmm... What is it about?"

Rabbit: "Oh, I'm writing about how rabbits eat foxes."

Fox: "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that rabbits don't eat foxes!"

Rabbit: "Come with me and I'll show you!"

They both disappear into the rabbit's burrow. After few minutes,
gnawing on a fox bone, the rabbit returns to his typewriter and
resumes typing.

Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the hardworking rabbit.

Wolf: "What's that you are writing?"

Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat wolves."

Wolf: "you don't expect to get such rubbish published, do you?"

Rabbit: "No problem. Do you want to see why?"

The rabbit and the wolf go into the burrow and again the rabbit
returns by himself, after a few minutes, and goes back to typing.!

Finally a bear comes along and asks, "What are you doing?

Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat bears."

Bear: "Well that's absurd!

Rabbit: "Come into my home and I'll show you"

As they enter the burrow, the rabbit introduces the bear to the lion.
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the context of the working world: IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW


Two camels (a mother and a baby) were lazing around, when

suddenly baby camel said:-

Baby: "mother, mother, can I ask you some question?"

Mother: "sure! Why son, is there something bothering you?"

Baby: "why do camels have humps?"

Mother: "well son, we are desert animals, we need the humps to

store water and we are known to survive without water."

Baby: "okay, then why are our legs long and our feet rounded."

"Son, obviously they are meant for walking in the desert. You know
with these legs I can move around the desert better than anyone",
said the mother proudly.

Baby: "okay, said baby camel.Then why are our eye lashes long?
Sometimes it is bothering my sight." said baby camel.

Mother: "my son, those long thick eye lashes are your protective
cover. They help to protect your eyes from the desert sand and wind."
Said mother camel with eyes brimming with pride.

Baby: "I see. So the hump is to store water when we are in the
desert, the legs are for walking through the desert and these
eye lashes protects my eyes from the desert. Then what the hell are
we doing here in a zoo???

Moral: Skills, Knowledge, Abilities and Experience are only

useful if the management gives opportunity!!


It's a fine sunny day in the forest, and a lion is sitting outside his cave,
lying lazily in the sun. Along comes a fox, out on a walk.
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Fox: "Do you know the time, because my watch is broken"

Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix the watch for you"

Fox: "Hmm. But it's a very complicated mechanism, and your great
claws will only destroy it even more"

Lion: "Oh no, give it to me, and it will be fixed"

Fox: "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that lazy lions with great claws
cannot fix complicated watches"

Lion: "Sure they do, give it to me and it will be fixed"

The lion disappears into his cave, and after a while he comes back
with the watch which is running perfectly. The fox is impressed, and
the lion continues to lie lazily in the sun, looking very pleased with

Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the lazy lion in the sun.

Wolf: "Can I come and watch TV tonight with you, because mine is

Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix your TV for you"

Wolf: "You don't expect me to believe such rubbish, do you? There is

no way that a lazy lion with big claws can fix a complicated TV"

Lion: "No problem. Do you want to try it?"

The lion goes into his cave, and after a while comes back with a
perfectly fixed TV. The wolf goes away happily and amazed.

Scene: Inside the lion's cave. In one corner are half a dozen small
and intelligent looking rabbits who are busily doing very complicated
work with very detailed instruments. In the other corner lies a huge
lion looking very pleased with himself.


context of the working world: IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY
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To All Mothers and Children

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long
way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes; and the way is hard. And
you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be
better than the beginning." But the young mother was happy, and
she would not believe that anything could be better than these years.
So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along
the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on
them and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than

Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the
children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close
and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we
are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children
climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times
she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the
children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother,
we would not have done it without you." And the mother, when she
lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day
than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of
hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have given them

And the next day came strange clouds which, darkened the earth,
clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and
stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light."
And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting
glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the
Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children

And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years,
and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children
were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way
was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at
last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and
golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of
my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for
my children can walk alone, and their children after them."

And the children said, You will always walk with us, Mother, even
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when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched
her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they
said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is
more than a memory. She is a living presence."

Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as
you walk down the street, she's the smell of bleach in your freshly
laundered socks she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not
well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in
every teardrop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and
she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first
love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate
you.. Not time, not space...not even death.
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Law of Seeds

Take a look at an apple tree. There might be five hundred apples on

the tree, each with ten seeds. That's a lot of seeds. We might ask,
why would you need so many seeds to grow just a few more trees?"
Nature has something to teach us here. It's telling us: "Most seeds
never grow. So if you really want to make something happen, you had
better try more than once. This might mean:
You'll attend twenty interviews to get one job.
You'll interview forty people to find one good employee.
You'll talk to fifty people to sell one house, car, vacuum cleaner,
insurance policy, or idea.
And you might meet a hundred acquaintances to find one special
When we understand the "Law of the Seed", we don't get so
disappointed. We stop feeling like victims. Laws of nature are not
things to take personally. We just need to understand them, and work
with them.
IN A NUTSHELL, successful people fail more often. They plant more
seeds. When Things Are Beyond Your Control, Here's a recipe for
permanent misery:
Decide how you think the world SHOULD be.
Make rules for how everyone SHOULD behave.
Then, when the world doesn't obey your rules, get angry! That's what
miserable people do! Let's say you expect that:
Friends SHOULD return favours.
People SHOULD appreciate you.
Planes SHOULD arrive on time.
Everyone SHOULD be honest.
Your spouse SHOULD remember your birthday.
These expectations may sound reasonable. But often, these things
won't happen! So you end up frustrated and disappointed. There's a
better strategy. Have less demands. Instead, have preferences! For
things that are beyond your control, tell yourself: "I WOULD PREFER
"A", BUT IF "B" HAPPENS, IT'S OK TOO!" This is really a game that
you play in your head. It is a shift in attitude, and it gives you more
peace of mind.
You prefer that people are polite ... but when they are rude, it doesn't
ruin your day. You prefer sunshine ... but rain is ok!
To become happier, we either need to change the world, or change
our thinking. It is easier to change our thinking!

IN A NUTSHELL, it's not what happens to you that determine

your happiness. It's how you think about what happens to you.
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Untiring Love

This is a true story that happened in Japan. In order to renovate the

house, someone in Japan tore open the wall. Japanese houses
normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls. When
tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there
because a nail from outside was hammered into one of its feet. He
saw this, felt pity, and at the same time he was curious. When he
checked the nail, turns out, it was nailed 10 years ago when the
house was first built.

What happened? The lizard had survived in such a position for 10

years! In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving, it is
impossible and mind boggling. Then he wondered how this lizard
survived for 10 years without moving a single step---since its foot was

So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what it had been
doing, and what and how it has been eating. Later, not knowing from
where it came, appeared another lizard, with food in its mouth.

Ahh! He was stunned and at the same time, touched deeply. Another
lizard had been feeding the stuck one for the past 10 years...

Such love, such a beautiful love! Such love happened with this tiny
creature... What can love do? It can do wonders! Love can do

Just think about it; one lizard had been feeding the other one
untiringly for 10 long years, without giving up hope on its
partner. If a small creature like a lizard can love like this... just
imagine how we can love if we try.
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The Faithful Dog and the Serpent

In a town on a remote island lived a God-fearing man whose wife was
barren. One day, however, she became pregnant.... The time arrived
for the woman to be delivered, and when she gave birth to a son, a
fine boy indeed, the husband's heart was filled with joy.

The day soon came for the mother to purify herself, and she said to
her husband, "I am going to the bath, and you will remain with the

So the father stayed in the house and watched over the infant in the
cradle, but a messenger having come to summon him to the king, he
locked the door and betook himself to the palace. During his absence
a snake crept from a hole and would have bitten the child, had not the
dog who was watching the house jumped up and throttled the
serpent, bespattering his body with the blood of his victim.

Soon the father returned from the palace and on opening the door, he
beheld the faithful dog, who was running to meet his master,
besmeared with blood.

"The dog has killed my child," thought the frightened father, and
without reflecting he raised his stick and killed the animal that had
saved his son.

Great was his joy when he entered the chamber and found the infant
alive and the dead serpent on the floor, but his joy was mingled with
remorse for his rash act in killing the faithful dog. "Had I not been so
hasty," he said, "I would not have committed such an act."

When the wife returned home, she was surprised to behold the
bodies of the dead dog and the serpent, and when her husband
informed her of all that had occurred during her absence, she wisely
remarked, "This will be a lesson to you not to act hastily, for
those who act in this way only repent of their deeds when it is
too late, and remorse forever remains in their hearts".
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Hold and Carry On

There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the
beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially
teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. One day in
this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we
see that? We've never seen one quiet so beautiful." As the lady
handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke, You don't
understand," it said, "I haven't always been a teacup." "There was a
time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled
me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, 'Let me alone,' but
he only smiled, Not yet.' "Then I was placed on a spinning wheel,"
the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and
around. 'Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!' I screamed. But the master only
nodded and said, 'Not yet.' "Then he put me in the oven. I never felt
such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and
knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could
read his lips, as he shook his head, 'Not yet!' "Finally the door
opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. 'There that's
better,' I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes
were horrible; I thought I would gag. 'Stop it, stop it!' I cried. He only
nodded, 'Not yet.' "Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not
like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate.
I begged. I pleaded, I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him
through the opening nodding his head saying, 'Not yet!' "Then I knew
there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give
up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the
shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, 'Look at you.'
And I did. I said, 'That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm
beautiful.' "'I want you to remember, then,' he said, 'I know it hurts to
be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you'd have dried up. I
know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had
stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it was hot and
disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have
cracked. "'I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted
you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened;
you would not have had any colour in your life. And if I hadn't put you
back in the second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because
the hardness would not have held. "'Now you are a finished product.
You are what I had in mind when I first began you.'"

Moral: While you are in your toughest phase of life, God is taking
you through the journey to make the best of what he has thought
about you. Hold yourself and carry on.
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There once was a bunch of tiny frogs who arranged a competition.
The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. A big crowd had
gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the

The race began.. Honestly, no one in crowd really believed that the
tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. You heard statements
such as: "Oh, WAY too difficult!! They will NEVER make it to the top."
or: "Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!"

The tiny frogs began collapsing, one by one; except for those who in
a fresh tempo were climbing higher and higher. The crowd continued
to yell "It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!"

More tiny frogs got tired and gave up, but ONE continued higher and
higher and higher... This one wouldn't give up!

At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower, except for
the one tiny frog that after a big effort was the only one who reached
the top! Then all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how
this one frog managed to do it? A contestant asked the tiny frog how
the one who succeeded had found the strength to reach the goal.

It turned out that the winner was DEAF!!!! He could not listen to the
discouraging voices. He took the gestures and negative shouting as it
was to encourage & appreciate him.

The moral of this story is: Never listen to other people's

tendencies to be negative or pessimistic... ...because they take
your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you; the
ones you have in your heart! Always think of the power which
words do have, because everything you hear and read will affect
your actions! Therefore: ALWAYS BE POSITIVE; and above all:
Be DEAF when people tell YOU that YOU can not fulfil YOUR
dreams! Always think: I can do this!
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Roses and Thorns

A man planted a rose, watered it faithfully, and before it blossomed,
he examined it. He saw the bud that would soon blossom and also
the thorns. He thought, how can any beautiful flower come from a
plant burdened with so many sharp thorns. Saddened, he neglected
to water the rose so before it was ready to bloom, it died.

Similarly so it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose.

The God-like qualities planted in us at birth grow with the passage of
time amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and
see only the thorns, the defects. We despair, thinking that nothing
good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within
us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.

Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else
must show it to them.

One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach

past the thorns and find the rose within others. This is the
characteristic of love, to look at a person and knowing his faults,
recognize the nobility in his soul and help him realize that he can
overcome his faults. If we show him the rose, he will conquer the

Our duty in this world is to help others by showing them their roses
and not their thorns. Only then can we achieve the love we should
feel for each other; only then can we bloom in our own garden.
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A Salty Love Story

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing
after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At
the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was
surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice
coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt
uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home. Suddenly he
asked the waiter:

Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he
put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby?

He replied: when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked
playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste
of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always
think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so
much, I miss my parents who are still living there ".

While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.

That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can
tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares
about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to
speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.
That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.
They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who
meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm,
careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him!

Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful
love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living
the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put
some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: My

dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only
lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated?
I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said
salt it was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought
that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the
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truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have
promised not to lie to you for anything.

Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the
salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee
for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do
for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole
life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have
you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee

Her tears made the letter totally wet.

Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? It's
sweet. She replied.

Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive

Not 2 c but 2 understand
Not 2 hear but 2 listen
Not 2 let go but HOLD ON !!!!
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Knowing Where to Tap

A giant ship engine failed. The ship's owners tried one expert after
another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine.

Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he
was a young. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he
arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very
carefully, top to bottom.

Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he
would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man
reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently
tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully
put his hammer away.

The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from
the old man for ten thousand dollars.

"What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!" So they

wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."

The man sent a bill that read:

Tapping with a hammer....................... $ 2.00
Knowing where to tap.......................... $ 9,998.00

Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your

life makes all the difference.
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A Management Lesson
One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus,
and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops-a
few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well. At
the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight, built
like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the
driver and said, "Big John doesn't need to pay!" and sat down at the

Did I mention that the driver was five feet three, thin, and basically
meek? Well, he was. Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but he
wasn't happy about it. The next day the same thing happened-Big
John got on again, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down.
And the next day, and the one after that and so forth.

This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way
Big John was taking advantage of him. Finally he could stand it no
longer. He signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all
that good stuff.

By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; what's more,
he felt really good about himself. So on the next Monday, when Big
John once Again got on the bus and said, "Big John doesn't pay!,"
The driver stood up, glared back at the passenger, and screamed,
"And why not?" With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied,
"Big John has a bus pass."

Management Lesson:" Be sure! What is a problem in the first

place before working hard to solve one?"
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Lessons on Life
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not
to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn,
to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in
summer, and the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to
describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.

The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of

The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that
smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful
thing he had ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and
drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfilment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because
they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.

He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one
season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy,
and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end,
when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your
spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfilment of your fall.

Moral lessons:

Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

Don't judge life by one difficult season.

Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure
to come some time or later.
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Long Live - Parents

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his
45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their

The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"

The Son replied "It is a crow".

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is

The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,
what is this?"

At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone
when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow".

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is

This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me
the same question again and again, although I have told you so many
times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old
tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On
opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son
read it, the following words were written in the diary:-

"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when
a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it
was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him
lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again
for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my
innocent child".

While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had
felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when
today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the
Son felt irritated and annoyed.
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So, if your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them
as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient,
humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents. From today
say this aloud, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have
cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always
showered their selfless love on me. They crossed all mountains and
valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person
presentable in the society today".

Say a prayer to God, "I will serve my old parents in the BEST
way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no
matter how they behave.
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Better to Give

A young university student was one day walking with his Professor.
They saw a pair of old shoes, which belonged to a poor man who was
working in a nearby field.

The student said to the professor: "Let us play the man a trick: we will
hide his shoes, conceal ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to
see his perplexity when he cannot find them."

"My young friend," answered the professor, "we should never amuse
ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich and may give
yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man. Put a
coin in each shoe and then we will hide ourselves and watch how this
affects him."

The student did so and they both placed themselves behind the
bushes close by. The poor man soon finished his work, and came
across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes.

While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes, but
feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and
found the coin. Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his
countenance. He gazed upon the coin, turned it around and looked at
it again and again.

He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be

seen. He now put the money into his pocket and proceeded to put on
the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin.

His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his knees, looked up to the
heavens and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving in which he spoke
of his wife who was sick and helpless, and his children without bread,
whom this timely bounty, from some unknown hand, would save from

The student stood there deeply affected and his eyes filled with tears.
"Now," said the professor, are you not much better pleased than if
you had played your intended trick?"

The youth replied, "You have taught me a lesson which I will never
forget. I feel now the truth of these words, which I never understood
before: "It's more blessed to give than to receive."
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The Law of the Garbage Truck

How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood? Do
you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive
employee ruin your day? Unless you're the Terminator, for an instant
you're probably set back on your heels. However, the mark of a
successful person is how quickly she can get back her focus on
what's important.

Learned it in the back of a Harare City taxi cab, here's what

happened. I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Westgate. We were
driving when all of a sudden a black car jumped out of a parking
space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks,
skidded, and missed the other car's back end by just inches!

Here's what happened next. The driver of the other car, the guy who
almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he
started yelling bad words at us. How do I know? Ask any
Zimbabwean, some words in Harare come with a special face.

Now, here's what blew me away. My taxi driver just smiled and waved
at the guy, and I mean, he was friendly. So, I said, "Why did you just
do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!"
And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, "The Law of
the Garbage Truck."

Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage,
full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their
garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And if you let them,
they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don't
take it personal. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.
You'll be happy you did. I guarantee it.

So this was it: The "Law of the Garbage Truck." I started thinking,
how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often
do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at
home, on the streets? It was that day I said, "I'm not going to do it

I began to see garbage trucks. Like in the movie "The Sixth Sense,"
the little boy said, "I see Dead People." Well now "I see Garbage
Trucks." I see the load they're carrying. I see them coming to drop it
off. And like my Taxi Driver, I don't make it a personal thing; I just
smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on.
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One of my favourite Football players of all times, Ronaldino does this

every day on the football field. With a smile he always jumps up as
quickly as he hits the ground after being tackled. He never dwells on
a hit. Ronaldino is always ready to make the next play his best. Good
leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting. Good
parents know that they have to welcome their children home from
school with hugs and kisses. Leaders and parents know that they
have to be fully present, and at their best for the people they care

The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage

Trucks take over their day. What about you? What would happen
in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass
you by? Here's my bet. You'll be happier. I guarantee it.
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A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was
kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart,
please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."

The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."

"What's the difference?" asked the puzzled father.

"There's a big difference," replied the little girl.

"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are
that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for
sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its
bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than
expecting them to hold yours...

The beauty of life does not depend on how happy you are.
But on how happy others can be because of you!!!
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Dont Be Taken In By the Rat Race

A minister once fell from grace. He left court and joined a group of
dervishes. By virtue of their company, he achieved peace of mind and
a reformed character.

The ruler soon changed his mind and decided to reinstate the
disgraced minister. The man refused and said: "I prefer to live in
retirement than to busy myself with politics. Whoever opts for a quiet
life is free to forget the snarling calamities of rivals. I may no longer
have the minister's special pen case, I may have torn up all my
papers, but at least I no longer have to put up with bad mouthing from
my critics."

The ruler replied: "I always need a competent and wise man to help
run the state."

"The sign of wisdom in a man, the ex-minister replied, "is precisely

not to be taken in by the false attractions of politics. Why is the Huma
superior to other birds? Because it is content to live off dry bones and
thus never oppresses any living thing. Have you heard the story of
the lynx? It was asked why it chose to serve in the court of the lion
and replied that at court it could live safely protected from its enemies
and well-fed with the left-overs of the king's meals. The lynx was also
asked why it did not, like other courtiers, manoeuvre to get itself into
the innermost circle of the lion's most trusted companions.
Whereupon it said: 'I cannot be safe from the king's anger if I am too
close to him.' The Zoroastrian can spend his whole life tending the fire
he worships; the fire will burn him up none the less, if ever he falls
into it! Your Majesty's companions never know whether they will make
a fortune or lose their heads! It is well known that one should be
aware of the ruler's fickle moods; he takes offense at a polite greeting
one moment and the next he showers rewards on someone who has
just insulted him. To be a courtier, you have to be as slippery as an
eel; to be a wise man, you have to aim higher. Let politicians flatter
and lie and cheat their way to the top! I know my own human worth:
that dignity is enough for me."
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Even Friendship Has Its Limits

There was once a man who was a champion wrestler. He had
mastered 360 holds and tricks and used a different one every day of
the year. It so happened that he was fond of one of his students, and
taught him all his tricks, except one. He kept on postponing the day
when he would teach him the last trick.

The boy grew in strength and skill, and no one among his
contemporaries was able to challenge him. One day, he boasted in
front of the king: "My teacher is unchallenged only because he is
older than me and because I respect him as my teacher. Otherwise
my strength is not less than his and my skill is quite equal to his."

The King did not appreciate this boasting and ordered a match to take
place. They cleared the broad wrestling ground and gathered
ministers, courtiers and sportsmen to watch.

The boy charged out into the ring like a mad elephant. His master
knew that his pupil was not stronger than him, so he used the 360th
hold the he had never taught him. The boy did not know how to
counter it. He was helpless. His master raised him with both hands
above his head and smashed him to the ground. The crowd cheered

The King congratulated the champion and ordered a robe of honour

to be given to him. He reproached the boy, saying: "You were ill-bred
enough to dare to challenge your teacher and how you see how
hollow your boast was!"

The boy answered: "O lord of the word! He did not overpower me with
his strength but rather because of one trick which he never accepted
to teach me. Today this one trick gave him the victory."

The King retorted: "It was just for such a day that he had kept his
trick! Have you not heard what the wise say? "Never give a friend
such power over you that if one day he tries to be your enemy, he can
defeat you."

The teacher betrayed by his pupil said: "There is no such thing as

loyalty in this world, or at least no one today knows the meaning
of loyalty. Whoever learned a trick from me, finally tried to do me
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Respect Follows Service

A dervish was once sitting alone, meditating in a patch of desert. A
ruler passed by. The dervish, being free from the cares of this world,
neither lifted his head nor paid any attention. The ruler, with the
violent pride of power, was furious and said: "These dervishes in their
patched cloaks are no better than animals!"

His minister scolded the dervish and said: "The great ruler of all the
world passed by and you did not stand and bow: why were you so

The dervish replied: "Tell your king to expect those people to bow
who hope for some reward from him. Tell him that rulers are there to
protect their people. The people were not created just to obey rulers.
The ruler is the watchman of the poor, though he has greater wealth
and glory. The sheep are not made for the shepherd, rather the
shepherd is there to serve the sheep. Look around you: today you
see one man carefree and successful, the other struggling sore-
hearted to survive. Wait a day or two, and see how the earth devours
the brain once troubled with so many foolish thoughts! When the
irresistible decrees of Fate are issued, neither king nor slave remain.
Open up the tomb and search these dusty bones: can you tell which
was the rich man or which was the pauper?"

The ruler was struck by the words of the dervish. He said: "Ask me a

The dervish replied: "I would ask you to never disturb me again."

The king begged: "Give me a word of advice!"

The dervish replied: "Now that wealth is in your hands, realize

before it is too late, that this wealth and this power pass from
hand to hand."
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The Turtles
A turtle family decided to go on a picnic. Turtles, being naturally slow
about things, took seven years to prepare for their outing. Finally the
turtle family left home looking for a suitable place. During the second
year of their journey they found a place ideal for them at last! For
about six months they cleaned the area, unpacked the picnic basket,
and completed the arrangements. Then they discovered they had
forgotten the salt. A picnic without salt would be a disaster, they all
agreed. After a lengthy discussion, the youngest turtle was chosen to
retrieve the salt from home. Although he was the fastest of the slow
moving turtles, the little turtle whined, cried, and wobbled in his shell.
He agreed to go on one condition: that no one would eat until he
returned. The family consented and the little turtle left. Three years
passed and the little turtle had not returned. Five years... six
years...then on the seventh year of his absence, the oldest turtle
could no longer contain his hunger. He announced that he was going
to eat and begun to unwrap a sandwich. At that point the little turtle
suddenly popped out from behind a tree shouting, "See! I knew you
wouldn't wait. Now I am not going to go get the salt."

Some of us waste our time waiting for people to live up to our

expectations. We are so concerned about what others are doing
that we don't do anything ourselves.
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The Frogs
A farmer came into town and asked the owner of a restaurant if he
could use a million frog legs. The restaurant owner was shocked and
asked the man where he could get so many frog legs! The farmer
replied, "There is a pond near my house that is full of frogs - millions
of them. They all croak all night long and they are about to make me
crazy!" So the restaurant owner and the farmer made an agreement
that the farmer would deliver frogs to the restaurant, five hundred at a
time for the next several weeks. The first week, the farmer returned to
the restaurant looking rather sheepish, with two scrawny little frogs.
The restaurant owner said, "Well... where are all the frogs?" The
farmer said, "I was mistaken. There were only these two frogs in the
pond. But they sure were making a lot of noise!"

Next time you hear somebody criticizing or making fun of you,

remember, it's probably just a couple of noisy frogs. Also
remember that problems always seem bigger in the dark. Have
you ever laid in your bed at night worrying about things which
seem almost overwhelming like a million frogs croaking?
Chances are pretty good that when the morning comes, and you
take a closer look, you'll wonder what all the fuss was about.
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Two Monks and a Pretty Lady

Once upon a time, an elder monk and a younger monk were travelling
together. They came to a river bank, the bridge was damaged. They
had to wade across the river. There was a pretty lady who was stuck
at the damaged bridge and couldn't cross the river. The elder monk
offered to carry the lady across the river on his back. The lady

The younger monk was shocked by the move of the elder monk.
"How can elder disciple brother carry a lady when we are supposed to
avoid all intimacy with females, thought the younger monk. But he
kept quiet. The elder monk carried the lady across the river and the
younger monk followed unhappily. When they crossed the river, the
elder monk let the lady down and they parted with her.

Along the way for several miles, the younger monk was very unhappy
with the act of the elder monk. He made up all kind of accusations
about the elder monk in his mind. This got him madder and madder.
But he still kept quiet. And the elder monk had no inclination to
explain his situation. Finally, at rest-point many hours later, the
younger monk couldn't stand it any further; he burst out angrily at the
elder monk. "How can you claim yourself a devout monk, when you
seize the first opportunity to touch a female, especially when she is
very pretty! All your teaching to me make you a elder hypocrite."

The elder monk looked surprised and said, "I had put down the pretty
lady at the river bank many hours ago, how come you are still
carrying her along?"

This is a very old Chinese Zen story but it still reflects the thinking of
many people today. We encounter many unpleasant things in our life,
they irritate us and they make us angry. Sometimes, they cause us a
lot of hurt; sometimes they cause us to be bitter or jealous. But like
the younger monk, we are not willing to let them go away. We keep
on carrying the burden of the "pretty lady" with us. We let them keep
on coming back to hurt us, make us angry, make us bitter and cause
a lot of agony. Why?

Simply because we are not willing to put down the baggage of

the pretty lady, we should just put down the pretty lady
immediately after crossing the river, immediately after the
unpleasant event is over. This will immediately remove all our
agonies. There is no need to be further hurt by the unpleasant
event after it is over. It is just that simple.
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Make The Difference!

One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big
notice on the door on which was written:

'Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this
company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room
that has been prepared in the gym'.

In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their
colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who
was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the
company itself. The excitement in the gym was such that security
agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room.

The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated
up. Everyone thought: 'Who is this guy who was hindering my
progress? Well, at least he died! One by one the thrilled employees
got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it they suddenly
became speechless. They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in
silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul.
There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it
could see himself.

There was also a sign next to the mirror that said:

'There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth:
it is YOU. You are the only person who can revolutionize your life.
You are the only person who can influence your happiness, your
realization and your success. You are the only person who can help

Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your
friends change, when your parents change, when your partner
changes, when your company changes.

Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your
limiting beliefs, when you realize that you are the only one
responsible for your life. 'The most important relationship you can
have is the one you have with yourself'

Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don't be afraid of difficulties,

impossibilities and losses: be a winner, build yourself and your
reality. It's the way you face Life that makes the difference.
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Three Wishes of Alexander

There is very instructive incident involving the life of Alexander, the
great Greek king.

Alexander, after conquering many kingdoms, was returning home. On

the way, he fell ill and it took him to his death bed. With death staring
him in his face, Alexander realized how his conquests, his great army,
his sharp sword and all his wealth were of no consequence.

He now longed to reach home to see his mother's face and bid her
his last adieu. But, he had to accept the fact that his sinking health
would not permit Him to reach his distant homeland. So, the mighty
conqueror lay prostrate and pale, helplessly waiting to breathe his
last. He called his generals and said, "I will depart from this world
soon; I have three wishes, please carry them out without fail." With
tears flowing down their cheeks, the generals agreed to abide by their
king's last wishes.

My first desire is that," said Alexander, My physicians alone must

carry my coffin." After a pause, he continued, Secondly, I desire that
when my coffin is being carried to the grave, the path leading to the
graveyard be strewn with gold, silver and precious stones which I
have collected in my treasury.

The king felt exhausted after saying this. He took a minute's rest and
continued. "My third and last wish is that both my hands be kept
dangling out of my coffin."

The people who had gathered there wondered at the king's strange
wishes. But no one dare bring the question to their lips. Alexander's
favourite general kissed his hand and pressed them to his heart. O
king, we assure you that your wishes will all be fulfilled, but tell us why
do you make such strange wishes?"

At this Alexander took a deep breath and said:

"I would like the world to know of the three lessons I have just learnt.
I want my physicians to carry my coffin because people should realize
that no doctor can really cure anybody. They are powerless and
cannot save a person from the clutches of death. So let not people
take life for granted.

The second wish of strewing gold, silver and other riches on the way
to the graveyard is to tell people that not even a fraction of gold will
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come with me. I spent all my life earning riches but cannot take
anything with me. Let people realize that it is a sheer waste of time to
chase wealth.

And about my third wish of having my hands dangling out of the

coffin, I wish people to know that I came empty handed into this world
and empty handed I go out of this world."

With these words, the king closed his eyes. Soon he let death
conquer him and breathed his last. . . . .
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The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages,
mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and
gals. Near the window, seated an old man with his 30 year old son.
As the train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was
thrilled with the scenery outside.. "See dad, the scenery of green
trees moving away is very beautiful"

This behaviour from a thirty year old son made the other people feel
strange about him. Everyone started murmuring something or other
about this son."This guy seems to be a crack... newly married Anup
whispered to his wife. Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on
the travellers through the open window. The Thirty year old son, filled
with joy see dad, how beautiful the rain is ..." Anup's wife got irritated
with the rain drops spoiling her new suit. Anup," can't you see its
raining, you old man, if your son is not feeling well get him soon to a
mental asylum..and don't disturb public henceforth"

The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we are on
the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning
only, he was a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, when
his mother died she donated her beautiful eyes to him, therefore
these rain and nature are new to his eyes... Please forgive us if we
caused inconvenience to you."

And he stood up & shifted to the next compartment of the train with
his son...........

The things we see may be right from our perspective until we

know the truth. But when we know the truth, our reaction to that
will hurt us. So try to understand the problem better before
taking a harsh action.
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Power of Words
There once was a wise sage who wandered the countryside. One
day, as he passed near a village, he was approached by a woman
who told him of a sick child nearby. She requested him to help this

So the sage came to the village, and a crowd gathered around him,
for such a man was a rare sight. One woman brought the sick child to
him, and he said a prayer over her.

"Do you really think your prayer will help her, when medicine has
failed?" yelled a man from the crowd.

"You know nothing of such things! You are a stupid fool!" said the
sage to the man.

The man became very angry with these words and his face grew hot
and red. He was about to say something, or perhaps strike out, when
the sage walked over to him and said: "If one word has such power
as to make you so angry and hot, may not another have the power to
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Essence of Relationship
Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of
scared so he asked his little daughter, 'Sweetheart, please hold my
hand so that you don't fall into the river.' The little girl said, 'No, Dad.
You hold my hand.' 'What's the difference?' asked the puzzled father.
'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl. 'If I hold your hand and
something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go.
But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,
you will never let my hand go.'

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in

its bond. So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather
than expecting them to hold yours... This message is too
short......but carries a lot of Feelings.
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Play Wise, Play Fool To Achieve Your Goal

There once lived a great mathematician in a village outside Ujjain. He
was often called by the local king to advice on matters related to the
economy. His reputation had spread all over the country. So it hurt
him very much when the village headman told him, "You may be a
great mathematician who advises the king on economic matters but
your son does not know the value of gold or silver."

The mathematician called his son and asked, "What is more valuable
gold or silver?" "Gold," said the son. "That is correct. Why is it then
that the village headman makes fun of you, claims you do not know
the value of gold or silver? He teases me every day. He mocks me
before other village elders as a father who neglects his son. This
hurts me. I feel everyone in the village is laughing behind my back
because you do not know what is more valuable, gold or silver.
Explain this to me, son."

So the son of the mathematician told his father the reason why the
village headman carried this impression. "Every day on my way to
school, the village headman calls me to his house. There, in front of
all village elders, he holds out a silver coin in one hand and a gold
coin in other. He asks me to pick up the more valuable coin. I pick the
silver coin. He laughs, the elders jeer, everyone makes fun of me.
And then I go to school. This happens every day. That is why they tell
you I do not know the value of gold or silver."

The father was confused. His son knew the value of gold and silver,
and yet when asked to choose between a gold coin and silver coin
always picked the silver coin. "Why don't you pick up the gold coin?"
he asked. In response, the son took the father to his room and
showed him a box. In the box were at least a hundred silver coins.
Turning to his father, the mathematicians son said, "The day I pick up
the gold coin the game will stop. They will stop having fun and I will
stop making money."

The bottom line is: Sometimes in life, we have to play the fool
because our seniors and our peers, and sometimes even our
juniors like it. That does not mean we lose in the game of life. It
just means allowing others to win in one arena of the game,
while we win in the other arena of the game. We have to choose
which arena matters to us and which arenas do not.
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Why God Allows Pain

This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and
suffering that I have seen...

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard
trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good

They talked about so many things and various subjects.

'Why do you say that?' asked the customer. 'Well, you just have to go
out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.

Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?

Would there be abandoned children?

If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.

I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.'
The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he
didn't want to start an argument.

The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.
Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long,
stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard.

He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered
the barber shop again and he said to the barber:

'You know what? Barbers do not exist.'

'How can you say that?' asked the surprised barber.

'I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!'

'No!' the customer exclaimed. 'Barbers don't exist because if they did,
there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards,
like that man outside.'

'Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not
come to me.'

'Exactly!' affirmed the customer. 'That's the point! God, too, DOES
exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't
look to Him for help.
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Once upon a time, there lived a King who, despite his luxurious
lifestyle, was neither happy nor content. One day, he came upon a
servant who was singing happily while he worked. This fascinated the
King; why was he, the Supreme Ruler of the Kingdom, unhappy and
gloomy, while a lowly servant was so joyous. The King asked the
servant, 'Why are you so happy?' The man replied, 'Your Majesty, I
am nothing but a servant, but my family and I don't need too much --
just a roof over our heads and warm food to fill our tummies.'

The king was not satisfied with that reply. Later in the day, he sought
the advice of his most trusted advisor. After hearing the King's woes
and the servant's story, the advisor said, 'Your Majesty, I believe that
the servant has not been made part of The 99 Club.' 'The 99 Club?
And what exactly is that?' the King inquired. The advisor replied,
'Your Majesty, to truly know what The 99 Club is, let's place 99 Gold
coins in a bag and leave it at this servant's doorstep.'

Next day when the servant saw the bag, he picked it up and took it in.
When he opened the bag, he let out a great shout of joy... So many
gold coins! He began to count them. After several counts, he was at
last convinced that there were 99 coins. 'What could've happened to
that last gold coin? Surely, no one would leave 99 coins!' he
wondered. He looked everywhere he could, but that final coin was
elusive. Finally, exhausted, he decided that he would have to work
harder than ever to earn that gold coin and complete his collection.
And from that day, the servant's life was changed. He was
overworked, horribly grumpy, and castigated his family for not helping
him make that 100th coin. He stopped singing while he worked.

Witnessing this drastic transformation, the King was puzzled. When

he sought his advisor's help, the advisor said, 'Your Majesty, the
servant has now officially joined The 99 Club...' He continued, 'The 99
Club is a name given to those people who have enough to be happy
but are never contented, because they're always yearning and
striving for that extra one, telling themselves: 'Let me get that one
final thing and then I will be happy for life.'

We can be happy, even with very little in our lives, but the minute
we're given something bigger and better, we want even more!
We lose our sleep, our happiness, we hurt the people around us;
all these as a price for our growing greed and desires. That's
what joining The 99 Club is all about.
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Become a Lake
The old Master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of
salt in a glass of water and then to drink it. "How does it taste?" the
Master asked. "Awful," spat the apprentice.

The Master chuckled and then asked the young man to take another
handful of salt and put it in the lake. The two walked in silence to the
nearby lake and when the apprentice swirled his handful of salt into
the lake, the old man said, "Now drink from the lake."

As the water dripped down the young man's chin, the Master asked,
"How does it taste?" "Good!" remarked the apprentice. "Do you taste
the salt?" asked the Master. "No," said the young man.

The Master sat beside this troubled young man, took his hands, and
said, "The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount
of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the
amount we taste the 'pain' depends on the container we put it
into. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to
enlarge your sense of things..... Stop being a glass. Become a
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Lesson of Life
One morning I wasted nearly an hour watching a tiny ant carry a huge
feather cross my back terrace. Several times it was confronted by
obstacles in its path and after a momentary pause it would make the
necessary detour.

At one point the ant had to negotiate a crack in the concrete about
10mm wide. After brief contemplation the ant laid the feather over the
crack, walked across it and picked up the feather on the other side
then continued on its way.

I was fascinated by the ingenuity of this ant, one of God's smallest

creatures. It served to reinforce the miracle of creation. Here was a
minute insect, lacking in size yet equipped with a brain to reason,
explore, discover and overcome. But this ant, like the two-legged co-
residents of this planet, also shares human failings.

After some time the ant finally reached its destination - a flower bed at
the end of the terrace and a small hole that was the entrance to its
underground home. And it was here that the ant finally met its match.
How could that large feather possibly fit down small hole?

Of course it couldn't. So the ant, after all this trouble and exercising
great ingenuity, overcoming problems all along the way, just
abandoned the feather and went home.

The ant had not thought the problem through before it began its epic
journey and in the end the feather was nothing more than a burden.

Isn't OUR LIFE like that? We worry about our family; we worry
about money or the lack of it, we worry about work, about where
we live, about all sorts of things. These are all burdens - the
things we pick up along life's path and lug them around the
obstacles and over the crevasses that life will bring, only to find
that at the destination they are useless and we can't take them
with US......
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Think Simple, Live Simple

There was a millionaire who was bothered by severe eye pain. He
consulted so many physicians and was getting his treatment done.
He did not stop consulting galaxy of medical experts; he consumed
heavy loads of drugs and underwent hundreds of injections but the
ache persisted with great vigour than before. At last a monk who has
supposed to be an expert in treating such patients was called for by
the millionaire.

The monk understood his problem and said that for some time he
should concentrate only on green colours and not to fall his eyes on
any other colours.

The millionaire got together a group of painters and purchased barrels

of green colour and directed that every object his eye was likely to fall
to be painted in green colour just as the monk had directed.

When the monk came to visit him after few days, the
millionaire's servants ran with buckets of green paints and poured on
him since he was in red dress, lest their master not see any other
colour and his eye ache would come back.

Hearing this monk laughed said "If only you had purchased a pair of
green spectacles, worth just a few rupees, you could have saved
these walls and trees and pots and all other articles and also could
have saved a large share of his fortune.

You cannot paint the world green." Let us change our vision and the
world will appear accordingly. It is foolish to shape the world, let us
shape ourselves first.

Lets change our vision..!! Think simple, Live simple...

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Self Appraisal
A little boy went into a store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it
over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could
reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven
digits. The store owner observed and listened to the conversation.

The boy asked, "Maam, Can you give me the job of cutting your
lawn?" The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn."

"I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn
now." replied the boy. The woman responded that she was very
satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn.

The little boy was even more perseverant and said, "I'll even sweep
your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest
lawn in all of Palm beach, Florida." Again the woman answered in the

With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver.

The store owner, who was listening to this conversation, walked over
to the boy and said, "Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit
and would like to offer you a job."

The little boy replied, "No thanks, I was just checking my performance
on the job I already have. I am the one who is working for the lady I
was talking to!
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Law of the Garbage Truck

One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were
driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a
parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his
brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver
of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My
taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was
really friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost
ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi
driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.' He
explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around
full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of
disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump
it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just
smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage
and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. The
bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take
over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.

So love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who
don't. Life is ten percent what you make of it and ninety percent
how you take it!
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Do You Hate Someone?

A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. The
teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag
containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a
person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will
put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she

So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the
name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3
while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to
carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go
(even to the toilet) for 1 week.

Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due
to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those
having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the
children were relieved because the game had finally ended....

The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with
you for 1 week?". The children let out their frustrations and started
complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry
the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.

Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game.
The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your
hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will
contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go.
If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can
you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart
for your lifetime?"

Moral of the story: Throw away any hatred for anyone from your
heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. Forgiving
others is the best attitude to take!

True love is not loving a perfect person but loving an imperfect

person perfectly!!
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Four Words
A king called all of his wise men and counsellors together for a
meeting. He addressed them and said: "I want you to go and think,
read, and research. Consult the wisest and most learned men in the
land. Spare no expense. I want you to find the ONE statement that
will get me through all situations in life. Whether I am on top of the
world or in the pits, find that statement. I don't want to learn long and
complicated philosophies. I want one simple statement. Find it or
write it; I don't care, just bring me the statement."

The men left and consulted for months. They finally returned and
handed the King a scroll. The King unrolled the scroll. On it was
written four words: "THIS TOO SHALL PASS"

That was it. The wise men explained. When you are on top of the
world, that is but a fleeting moment, things change, always
remember, this too shall pass. When you are in the pits, all nights are
followed by day, at your lowest moments remember also, this too
shall pass. All external circumstances and material things change. No
matter what your circumstances, remember, THIS TOO SHALL

The wise men reminded the great King that this would get him
through his earthly things but the truly wise knew there were things
beyond this earth and life. Things those were eternal. True wisdom
they reminded the King was in the ability to recognize the fleeting
temporal things of the material world from the truly eternal things. O
Great King they said, "Most of the things that you worry or gloat about
are temporary and our four words apply."

Dear Readers, for most of your situations. . . THIS TOO SHALL

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Scattered Paper
Once upon a time, an old man spread rumors that his neighbor was a
thief. As a result, the young man was arrested. Days later the young
man was proven innocent. After been released he sued the old man
for wrongly accusing him.

In court the old man told the Judge: 'They were just comments, didn't
harm anyone.'

The judge, before passing sentence on the case, told the old man:
'Write all the things you said about him in a piece of paper. Cut them
up and on the way home throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow,
come back to hear the sentence.'

Next day, the judge told the old man: 'Before receiving the sentence,
you will have to go out and gather all the pieces of paper that you
threw out yesterday.'

The old man said: 'I can't do that! The wind spread them and I won't
know where to find them.'

The judge then replied: ' The same way, simple comments may
destroy the honor of a man to such an extent that one is not able to
fix it. If you can't speak well of someone, rather don't say anything.

Lets all be masters of our mouths, so that we won't be slaves of

our words. '
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Play Wise, Play Fool To Achieve Goal

There once lived a great mathematician in a village. He was often
called by the local king to advice on matters related to the economy.
His reputation had spread all over the kingdom. So it hurt him very
much when the village headman told him, "You may be a great
mathematician who advises the king on economic matters but your
son does not know the value of gold or silver."

The mathematician called his son and asked, "What is more valuable
gold or silver?" "Gold," said the son. "That is correct. Why is it then
that the village headman makes fun of you, claims you do not know
the value of gold or silver? He teases me every day. He mocks me
before other village elders as a father who neglects his son. This
hurts me. I feel everyone in the village is laughing behind my back
because you do not know what is more valuable, gold or silver.
Explain this to me, son."

So the son of the mathematician told his father the reason why the
village headman carried this impression. "Every day on my way to
school, the village headman calls me to his house. There, in front of
all village elders, he holds out a silver coin in one hand and a gold
coin in other. He asks me to pick up the more valuable coin. I pick the
silver coin. He laughs, the elders jeer, everyone makes fun of me.
And then I go to school. This happens every day. That is why they tell
you I do not know the value of gold or silver."

The father was confused. His son knew the value of gold and silver,
and yet when asked to choose between a gold coin and silver coin
always picked the silver coin. "Why don't you pick up the gold coin?"
he asked. In response, the son took the father to his room and
showed him a box. In the box were at least a hundred silver coins.
Turning to his father, the mathematician's son said, "The day I pick up
the gold coin the game will stop. They will stop having fun and I will
stop making money."

The bottom line is: Sometimes in life, we have to play the fool
because our seniors and our peers, and sometimes even our
juniors like it. That does not mean we lose in the game of life. It
just means allowing others to win in one arena of the game,
while we win in the other arena of the game. We have to choose
which arena matters to us and which arenas do not.
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Pride and Glory

Hope it might inspire those who always complain about their so called

On the first day, as President, Abraham Lincoln entered to give his

inaugural address, just in the middle, one man stood up. He was a
rich aristocrat. He said, "Mr. Lincoln, you should not forget that your
father used to make shoes for my family". And the whole senate
laughed; they thought they had made a fool of Abraham Lincoln.

But Lincoln - and that type of people are made of a totally different
mettle. Lincoln looked at the man and said, "Sir I know that my father
used to make shoes in your house for your family, and there will be
many other here... because the way he made shoes; nobody else
can. He was a creator. His shoes were not just shoes, he poured his
whole soul in it. I want to ask you, have you any complaint? Because
I know how to make shoes myself; if you have any complaint I can
make another pair of shoes. But as far as I know, nobody has ever
complained about my father's shoes. He was genius, a great creator
and I am proud of my father".

The whole Senate was struck dumb. They could not understand what
kind of a man Abraham Lincoln was. He had made the 'Shoe Making',
an art, a creativity. And he was proud because his father did the job
so well that not even a single complaint had ever been heard.

It does not matter what you do. What matters is how you do it -
of our own accord, with your own vision, with your own love.
Then whatever you touch becomes gold. So be proud of what
you have and what you earned today.
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The Mental Chain

Most people are like the circus elephant. Have you ever seen a giant
elephant in an indoor arena tied to a little wooden stake.

That huge creature can pick up two thousand pounds with its trunk,
yet it calmly stays tied.


When that elephant was just a baby, and not very strong, it was tied
by a huge chain to an iron stake that could not be moved. Regardless
of how hard it tried, it could not break the chain and run free. After it a
while it just gave up. Later, when it is strong, it never attempts to
break free.

The "imprint" is permanent. "I can't! I can't!' it says.

There are millions of people who behave like this creature of the
circus. They have been bound, tied and told "You'll never make it," so
many times they finally call it quits. They may have dreams, but the
"imprinting" keeps pulling them back.

Today, eliminate the source of your limitations. When you

mentally break free, the boundaries will be removed from your
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Scholar and His Disciple

A great Scholar and his Disciple were taking a morning walk around
the fields when they saw a pair of old shoes lying down, which they
supposed to belong to a poor man who was employed in a field close
by and who had nearly finished his days work.

The Disciple turned to the Scholar, saying: Let us play the man a
trick: we will hide his shoes, and conceal ourselves behind those
bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them.

My young friend, answered the Scholar, we should never amuse

ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich, and may give
yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man. Put a
coin in each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how
this affects him.

The Disciple did so and they both placed themselves behind the
bushes close by. The poor man soon finished his work, and came
across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes.

While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes, but
feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and
found the coin. Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his
countenance. He gazed upon the coin, turned it around, and looked
at it again and again.

He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be

seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on
the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin.
His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his knees, looked up to
heaven and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving in which he spoke of
his wife who was sick and helpless, and his children without bread,
whom this timely bounty, from some unknown hand, would save from

The Disciple stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with
tears. Now, said the Scholar, are you not much better pleased than
if you had played your intended trick?

The youth replied, You have taught me a lesson which I will never
forget. I feel now the truth of these words, which I never understood
before: Its more blessed to give than to receive.
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Fable of the Porcupine

It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the
cold. The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group
together. This way they covered and protected themselves; but the
quills of each one wounded their closest companions even though
they gave off heat to each other.

After awhile, they decided to distance themselves one from the other
and they began to die, alone and frozen. So they had to make a
choice: either accept the quills of their companions or disappear from
the Earth.

Wisely, they decided to go back to being together. This way they

learned to live with the little wounds that were caused by the close
relationship with their companion, but the most important part of it,
was the heat that came from the others. This way they were able to

Moral of the story: The best relationship is not the one that brings
together perfect people, but the best is when each individual learns to
live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other
person's good qualities.

The real Moral of the story: LEARN TO LOVE THE PRICKS IN

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Hell & Heaven

A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and
said, 'Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'

The Lord led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors
and the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large
round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which
smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.

The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They
appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long
handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to
reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful. But because the
handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons
back into their mouths. The holy man shuddered at the sight of their
misery and suffering.

The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell.'

They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the
same as the first one.

There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which
made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with
the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well
nourished and plump, laughing and talking.

The holy man said, 'I don't understand.'

'It is simple,' said the Lord. 'It requires but one skill. You see they
have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of
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The Rotten Tomatoes

A school teacher decided to let her class play a game. The teacher
told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a
few tomatoes. Each tomato will be given a name of a person that the
child hates, so the number of tomatoes that a child will put in his/her
plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.

So when the day came, every child brought some tomatoes with the
name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 tomatoes; some 3
while some up to 5 tomatoes. The teacher then told the children to
carry with them the tomatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go for 1

Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due
to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten tomatoes. Besides, those
having 5 tomatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the
children were relieved because the game had finally ended.

The teacher asked: How did you feel while carrying the tomatoes
with you for 1 week?. The children let out their frustrations and
started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having
to carry the heavy and smelly tomatoes wherever they go.

Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game.
The teacher said: This is exactly the situation when you carry your
hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will
contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go.
If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten tomatoes for just 1 week, can
you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart
for your lifetime?

Moral: Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that
you will not carry sins for a lifetime. Forgiving others relieves
you and helps you to lead a happy life.
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In Washington DC, at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in

2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45
minutes. During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through
the station, most of them on their way to work. After about 3 minutes,
a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He
slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried
on to meet his schedule.

About 4 minutes later: The violinist received his first dollar. A woman
threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

At 6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him,

then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

At 10 minutes: A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him
along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the
mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head
the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children,
but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on

At 45 minutes: The musician played continuously. Only 6 people

stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but
continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of

After 1 hour: He finished playing and silence took over. No one

noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the
greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate
pieces ever written, with a Stradivarius violin worth $3.5 million
dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theatre in Boston
where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the
same music.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the DC Metro

Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social
experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.

This experiment raised several questions:

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In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we

perceive beauty? If so, do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognise
talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best
musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written,
with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . .

How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?

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A Heart Touching Story

A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an
urgent surgery. He answered the call asap, changed his clothes and
went directly to the surgery block. He found the boy's father pacing in
the hall waiting for the doctor. On seeing him, the dad yelled: "Why
did you take all this time to come? Dont you know that my son's life is
in danger? Don't you have any sense of responsibility?"

The doctor smiled and said: "I am sorry, I wasn't in the hospital and I
came as fast as I could after receiving the call and now, I wish you'd
calm down so that I can do my work".

"Calm down?! What if your son was in this room right now, would you
calm down? If your own son dies now what will you do?" said the
father angrily.

The doctor smiled again and replied: "I will say what Job said in the
Holy Book "From dust we came and to dust we return, blessed be the
name of God". Doctors cannot prolong lives. Go and intercede for
your son, we will do our best by God's grace".

"Giving advises when we're not concerned is so easy" Murmured the


The surgery took some hours after which the doctor went out happy,
"Thank goodness, your son is saved!" And without waiting for the
father's reply he carried on his way running. "If you have any
question, ask the nurse!!"

"Why is he so arrogant? He couldn't wait some minutes so that I ask

about my son's state" Commented the father when seeing the nurse
minutes after the doctor left.

The nurse answered, tears coming down her face: "His son died
yesterday in a road accident, he was in the burial when we called him
for your son's surgery. And now that he saved your son's life, he left
running to finish his son's burial."

Moral: Never judge anyone, because you never know how their
life is and what they're going through"
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Eight Lies of a Mother

The story began when I was a child; I was born as a son of a poor
family. Even for eating, we often got lack of food. Whenever the time for
eating, mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was
removing her rice into my bowl, she would say 'Eat this rice, son. I'm not

That was Mother's First Lie.

When I was getting to grow up, the persevering mother gave her spare
time for fishing in a river near our house, she hoped that from the fishes
she got, she could gave me a little bit nutritious food for my growth. After
fishing, she would cook the fishes to be a fresh fish soup, which raised
my appetite. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me
and eat the rest meat of fish, which was still on the bone of the fish I ate.
My heart was touched when I saw it. I then used my chopstick and gave
the other fish to her. But she immediately refused it and said 'Eat this
fish, son. I don't really like fish.'

That was Mother's Second Lie.

Then, when I was in Junior High School, to fund my study, mother went
to an economic enterprise to bring some used-matches boxes that
would be stuck in. It gave her some money for covering our needs. As
the winter came, I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who
was still awoke, supported by a little candlelight and within her
perseverance she continued the work of sticking some used-matches
box. I said, 'Mother, go to sleep, it's late, tomorrow morning you still
have to go for work. Mother smiled and said 'Go to sleep, dear. I'm not

That was Mother's Third Lie.

At the time of final term, mother asked for a leave from her work in order
to accompany me. While the daytime was coming and the heat of the
sun was starting to shine, the strong and persevering mother waited for
me under the heat of the sun's shine for several hours. As the bell rang,
which indicated that the final exam had finished, mother immediately
welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared
before in a cold bottle. The very thick tea was not as thick as my
mother's love, which was much thicker. Seeing my mother covering with
perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too.
Mother said 'Drink, son. I'm not thirsty!
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That was Mother's Fourth Lie.

After the death of my father because of illness, my poor mother had to

play her role as a single parent. By held on her former job, she had to
fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. No days
without sufferance. Seeing our family's condition that was getting worse,
there was a nice uncle who lived near my house came to help us, either
in a big problem and a small problem. Our other neighbours who lived
next to us saw that our family's life was so unfortunate, they often
advised my mother to marry again. But mother, who was stubborn, didn't
care to their advice, she said 'I don't need love.'

That was Mother's Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my study and then got a job, it was the time for my
old mother to retire. But she didn't want to; she was sincere to go to the
marketplace every morning, just to sell some vegetable for fulfilling her
needs. I, who worked in the other city, often sent her some money to
help her in fulfilling her needs, but she was stubborn for not accepting
the money. She even sent the money back to me. She said 'I have
enough money.'

That was Mother's Sixth Lie.

After graduated from Bachelor Degree, I then continued my study to

Master Degree. I took the degree, which was funded by a company
through a scholarship program, from a famous University in America. I
finally worked in the company. Within a quite high salary, I intended to
take my mother to enjoy her life in America. But my lovely mother didn't
want to bother her son, she said to me 'I'm not used to.'

That was Mother's Seventh Lie.

After entering her old age, mother got a flank cancer and had to be
hospitalized. I, who lived in miles away and across the ocean, directly
went home to visit my dearest mother. She lied down in weakness on
her bed after having an operation. Mother, who looked so old, was
staring at me in deep yearn. She tried to spread her smile on her face;
even it looked so stiff because of the disease she held out. It was clear
enough to see how the disease broke my mother's body, thus she
looked so weak and thin. I stared at my mother within tears flowing on
my face. My heart was hurt, so hurt, seeing my mother on that condition.
But mother, with her strength, said 'Don't cry, my dear. I'm not in pain.'

That was Mother's Eight Lie.

After saying her eighth lie, she closed her eyes forever!
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Story of Appreciation
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a
managerial position in a big company. He passed the first
interview, the director did the last interview, made the last
decision. The director discovered from the CV that the
youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way,
from the secondary school until the postgraduate research,
never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in

The youth answered "none".

The director asked, "Was it your father who paid for your
school fees?"
The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was
one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, "Where did your mother work?"

The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner.

The director requested the youth to show his hands. The

youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, "Have you ever helped your mother

wash the clothes before?"
The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me
to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can
wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back

today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me
tomorrow morning.

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high.
When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let
him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with
mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
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The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as
he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's
hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in
her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother
shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair
of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to
pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were
the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation,
academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother's hands, the youth

quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked:

"Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday
in your house?"

The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hand, and also

finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'

The Director asked, "Please tell me your feelings."

The youth said:

Number 1,
I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there
would not the successful me today.
Number 2,
By working together and helping my mother, only I now
realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.
Number 3,
I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family
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The director said, "This is what I am looking for to be my

manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the
help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others
to get things done, and a person who would not put money
as his only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received
the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked
diligently and as a team. The company's performance
improved tremendously.

A child, who has been protected and habitually given

whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality
and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of
his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that
every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a
manager, he would never know the sufferings of his
employees and would always blame others. For this kind of
people, who may be good academically, may be successful
for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of
achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight
for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we
really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?

You can let your kid live in a big house, give him a Driver
& Car for going around, Eat a Good Meal, learn Piano,
Watch a Big Screen TV. But when you are Cutting Grass,
please let them experience it. After a Meal, let them
Wash their Plates and Bowls together with their Brothers
and Sisters. Tell them to Travel in Public Bus, It is not
because you do not have Money for Car or to hire a
Maid, but it is because you want to Love them in a right
way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich
their parents are, one day their hair will Grow Grey,
same as the Mother of that young person. The most
important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the
effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability
to work with others to get things done.
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Life & Priorities

Once top professionals met a psychologist and complained about
stress in work and life.

Psychologist brought coffee for them in a variety of cups; some

expensive and some plain looking.

When all had finished coffee, psychologist said: If you noticed, all
expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain ones....
"Desire of the best is cause of stress." What you really wanted was
coffee, not the cup, but u still went for the best ones. If life is coffee,
then jobs, money and status in society are the cups; they are just
tools to maintain life.

Don't let the cups drive us, Lets Enjoy the Coffee/Life.
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Eye Opening

Work for a cause, not for applause.

Live life to express not to impress.
Dont strive to make your presence noticed, just make
your absence felt

Has the water entered my ship?

In 1923, nine of the wealthiest people in the world met at

Chicago's Edgewater Beach Hotel. Their combined wealth, it
is estimated, exceeded the wealth of the Government of the
United States at that time. These men certainly knew how to
make a living and accumulate wealth. Attending the meeting
were the following men:
1. The President of the largest steel company.
2. The President of the largest utility company.
3. The President of the largest gas company.
4. The President of the New York Stock Exchange.
5. The President of the Bank of International Settlements.
6. The greatest wheat speculator.
7. The greatest bear on Wall Street.
8. A member of President Harding's cabinet.
9. The head of the World's greatest monopoly.

That's a pretty impressive line-up of people by anyone's

yardstick. Yet, lets examine what happened to them 25
years later:
1. The President of the then largest steel company
(Bethlehem Steel Corp), Charles M Schwab, lived on
borrowed capital for five years before he died bankrupt.
2. The President of the largest utility company, Samuel
Insull, died penniless!
3. The President of the then largest gas company, Howard
Hubson, went insane.
4. The then President of the New York Stock Exchange,
Richard Whitney, was sent to jail.
5. The President of the Bank of International Settlement,
Leon Fraser, committed suicide.
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6. One of the greatest commodity traders (Wheat

Speculator), Arthur Cutten, died insolvent.
7. The greatest bear on Wall Street, Jesse Livermore
committed suicide.
8. The member of the US Presidents Cabinet (the member
of President Harding's cabinet), Albert Fall, was pardoned
from jail just to be able to go home and die in peace.
9. The President of the then worlds greatest monopoly, Ivar
Krueger, committed suicide.

What they forgot was how to "make" life while they got busy
making money!
Money in itself is not evil. It is only a medium of exchange.
We need two kinds of education. One that teaches us how to
make a living and the second how to live. Many of us get so
engrossed in professional life that we neglect our family,
health, social responsibilities. And when asked why we do it,
we would reply "For our family"
However, our kids are sleeping when we leave home. They
are sleeping when we come home! 25 years later, well turn
back and theyll be gone to pursue their own dreams and

Lessons from a Ship: Without water, a ship cannot move. It

needs water but if the water gets into the ship, it will face
existential problems. What was a means of living becomes
a means of destruction.
Similarly we live in time where earning is a necessity but let
not the earning enter our hearts, for what was once a means
of living will surely become a means of destruction for us as

So take a moment to ask yourself: Has the water

entered my ship?
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Suspended Coffee

We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order.
While we're approaching our table two people come in and they go to
the counter: Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three
suspended. They pay for their order, take the two and leave. I ask
my friend: What are those 'suspended' coffees? Wait for it and you
will see...

Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and
go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three
lawyers: three for them and four 'suspended'.

While I still wonder what's the deal with those 'suspended' coffees, I
enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square in
front of the cafe.
Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar
comes in through the door and kindly asks:

Do you have a suspended coffee?

It's simple... people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone
who cannot afford a warm beverage. It is generally an anonymous act
of charity.

Where does it come from?

This suspended coffee (originally, "caffe sospeso" or "caff pagato")

tradition is born in Italy's southern city of Naples, but it has spread all
over the world.

Historically, right after the war, many gentlemen had lost everything
they had, and couldn't even afford coffee. Now, being that the black
hot liquid pleasure is not considered a treat, but rather a basic human
right in the life of any Neapolitan, those gentlemen who could still
afford to have one, took a habit of paying for two: one they drank, the
other was credited, to be had by the first less fortunate peer who
would casually walk in the coffeehouse, restaurant or bar. The barista
would then say: Would you like a coffee, sir? , Which meant: there
is a coffee paid for you, if you cant afford one.

The donor and the recipient would remain anonymous to each

other, to protect generosity, pride, and the pleasure of coffee
beyond hardships.
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14 One Line Stories

Today, when I slipped on the wet tile floor a boy in a wheelchair
caught me before I slammed my head on the ground. He said,
Believe it or not, thats almost exactly how I injured my back 3 years

Today, my father told me, Just go for it and give it a try! You dont
have to be a professional to build a successful product. Amateurs
started Google and Apple. Professionals built the Titanic.

Today, I asked my mentor a very successful business man in his
70s what his top 3 tips are for success. He smiled and said, Read
something no one else is reading, think something no one else is
thinking, and do something no one else is doing.

Today, I interviewed my grandmother for part of a research paper Im
working on for my Psychology class. When I asked her to define
success in her own words, she said, Success is when you look back
at your life and the memories make you smile".

I am blind by birth. When I was 8 years old, I wanted to play baseball.
I asked my father- "Dad, can I play baseball?" He said "You'll never
know until you try." When I was a teenager, I asked him, - "Dad Can I
become a surgeon?". He replied "Son, you'll never know until you try."
Today I am a Surgeon, just because I tried!

Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me
at the grocery store and gave me a hug. When I tensed up, she
realized I didn't recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes
and the most sincere smile and said, On 9-11-2001, you carried me
out of the World Trade Centre.

Today, after I watched my dog get run over by a car, I sat on the side
of the road holding him and crying. And just before he died, he licked
the tears off my face.
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Today at 7AM, I woke up feeling ill, but decided I needed the money,
so I went into work. At 3PM I got laid off. On my drive home I got a flat
tire. When I went into the trunk for the spare, it was flat too. A man in
a BMW pulled over, gave me a ride, we chatted, and then he offered
me a job. I start tomorrow.

Today, as my father, three brothers, and two sisters stood around
mymothers hospital bed, my mother uttered her last coherent words
before she died. She simply said, I feel so loved right now. We
should have gotten together like this more often.

Today, I kissed my dad on the forehead as he passed away in a small
hospital bed. About 5 seconds after he passed, I realized it was the
first time I had given him a kiss since I was a little boy.

Today, in the cutest voice, my 8-year-old daughter asked me to start
recycling. I chuckled and asked, Why? She replied, So you can
help me save the planet. I chuckled again and asked, And why do
you want to save the planet? Because thats where I keep all my
stuff, she said.

Today, when I witnessed a 27-year-old breast cancer patient laughing
hysterically at her 2-year-old daughters antics, I suddenly realized
that I need to stop complaining about my life and start celebrating it

Today, a boy in a wheelchair saw me desperately struggling on
crutches with my broken leg and offered to carry my backpack and
books for me. He helped me all the way across campus to my class
and as he was leaving he said, I hope you feel better soon.

Today, I was traveling in Kenya and I met a refugee from Zimbabwe.
He said he hadn't eaten anything in over 3 days and looked extremely
skinny and unhealthy. Then my friend offered him the rest of the
sandwich he was eating. The first thing the man said was, We can
share it".
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Cockroach Theory for Self Development

At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and
sat on a lady. She started screaming out of fear. With a panic
stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both
her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach. Her
reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got
panicky. The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away
but ...it landed on another lady in the group. Now, it was the turn
of the other lady in the group to continue the drama. The waiter
rushed forward to their rescue. In the relay of throwing, the
cockroach next fell upon the waiter. The waiter stood firm,
composed himself and observed the behaviour of the cockroach
on his shirt. When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with
his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant. Sipping my coffee
and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up
a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach
responsible for their histrionic behaviour? If so, then why was the
waiter not disturbed? He handled it near to perfection, without any
chaos. It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to
handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed
the ladies. I realized that, it is not the shouting of my father or my
boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it's my inability to handle the
disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me. It's not the
traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle
the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me. More
than the problem, it's my reaction to the problem that creates
chaos in my life. Lessons learnt from the story: I understood, I
should not react in life. I should always respond. The women
reacted, whereas the waiter responded.

Reactions are always instinctive whereas responses are

always well thought of, just and right to save a situation from
going out of hands, to avoid cracks in relationship, to avoid
taking decisions in anger, anxiety, stress or hurry.
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What Makes Man Wealthy

At the point of death, a man, Tom Smith, called his children and he
advised them to follow his footsteps so that they can have peace of
mind in all that they do.

His daughter, Sara, said, "Daddy, its unfortunate you are dying
without a penny in your bank. Other fathers' that you tag as being
corrupt, thieves of public funds left houses and properties for their
children; even this house we live in is a rented apartment. Sorry, I
can't emulate you, just go, let's chart our own course.

Few moments later, their father gave up the spirit.

Three years later, Sara went for an interview in a multinational

company. At interview the Chairman of the committee asked, "Which
Smith are you?

Sara replied, "I am Sara Smith. My Dad Tom Smith is now late.

Chairman cuts in, "O my God, you are Tom Smith's daughter?" He
turned to the other members and said, "This Smith man was the one
that signed my membership form into the Institute of Administrators
and his recommendation earned me where I am today. He did all
these free. I didn't even know his address, he never knew me. He just
did it for me." He turned to Sara, "I have no questions for you,
consider yourself as having gotten this job, come tomorrow, your
letter will be waiting for you."

Sara Smith became the Corporate Affairs Manager of the company

with two Cars with Drivers, A duplex attached to the office, and a
salary of 1,00,000 per month excluding allowances and other costs.

After two years of working in the company, the MD of the company

came from America to announce his intention to resign and needed a
replacement. A personality with high integrity was sought after, again
the company's Consultant nominated Sara Smith.

In an interview, she was asked the secret of her success. With tears,
she replied, "My Daddy paved these ways for me. It was after he died
that I knew that he was financially poor but stonkingly rich in integrity,
discipline and honesty".

She was asked again, why she is weeping since she is no longer a
kid as to miss her dad still after a long time. She replied, "At the point
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of death, I insulted my dad for being an honest man of integrity. I

hope he will forgive me in his grave now. I didn't work for all these, he
did it for me to just walk in". So, finally she was asked, "Will you follow
your father's footsteps as he requested?" And her simple answer was,
"l now adore the man, I have a big picture of him in my living room
and at the entrance of my house. He deserves whatever I have after

Are you like Tom Smith? It pays to build a name, the reward doesn't
come quickly but it will come however long it may take and it lasts

Integrity, discipline, self-control and fear of God makes a man

wealthy, not the fat bank account.

Leave a good heritage for your children.

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School Letter to the Parents

Dear Parent,

The exams of children are to start soon. I know you are all really
anxious for your child to do well.

But, please do remember, amongst the students, who will give the
exams, is an artist, who doesn't need to understand Maths.

There's an entrepreneur, who doesn't care about History or English


There's a musician, whose Chemistry marks won't matter.

There's a sportsperson, whose physical fitness is more important than


If your child does get top marks then great. But, if he or she doesn't
please don't take away their self- confidence from them.

Tell them it's ok, it's just an exam. They are cut out for much bigger
things in life.

Tell them, no matter what they score, you love them and will not judge

Please do this and if you do, watch your children conquer the world.
One exam or a 90 percent won't take away their dreams and talent.
And please do not think that doctors and engineers are the only
happy people in the world

With Warm Regards,

The Principal
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Old Chinese Wisdom

A farmer in ancient China had a neighbour who was a hunter, and

who owned ferocious and poorly trained hunting dogs. They jumped
over the fence frequently and chased the farmer's lambs. The farmer
asked his neighbour to keep his dogs in check, but this fell on deaf

One day the dogs again jumped the fence, attacked and severely
injured several of the lambs. The farmer had had enough, and went to
town to consult a judge who listened carefully to the story and said: "I
could punish the hunter and instruct him to keep his dogs chained or
lock them up. But you would lose a friend and gain an enemy. Which
would you rather have, friend or foe for a neighbour?"

The farmer replied that he preferred a friend.

Alright, I will offer you a solution that keeps your lambs safe, and
which will keep your neighbour a friend."
Having heard the judge's solution, the farmer agreed.

Once at home, the farmer immediately put the judge's suggestions to

the test.
He took three of his best lambs and presented them to his
neighbour's three small sons, who were beside themselves with joy
and began to play with them. To protect his son's newly acquired
playthings, the hunter built a strong kennel for his dogs. Since then,
the dogs never again bothered the farmer's lambs.

Out of gratitude for the farmer's generosity toward his sons, the
hunter often shared the game he had hunted with the farmer. The
farmer reciprocated by sending the hunter the cheese he had made.
Within a short time the neighbours became good friends. A saying in
old China went something like this, One can win over and
influence people the best with gestures of kindness and
compassion. A similar Western saying: One catches more flies
with honey than with vinegar."

Let us make an effort to be polite when we speak and not make rude
and sarcastic remarks at every opportunity we get, especially with our
families, friends and colleagues.
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A Life is lived in an Instant

Worth reading - in this age of quick fixes.

"It's been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working

for them has proven to be an interesting experience. Any project here
takes 2 years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant.
It's a rule."

Globalized processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general

sense of searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come to
possess a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with
the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand,
debate, debate, debate, hold x quantity of meetings and work with a
slowdown scheme. At the end, this always yields better results.

1. Sweden has 2 million inhabitants.

2. Stockholm has 500,000 people.
3. Volvo, Escania, Ericsson, Electrolux, IKEA & Tetra Pak are some
of its renowned companies. Volvo even supplies NASA.

The first time I was in Sweden, one of my colleagues picked me up at

the hotel every morning. It was September, bit cold and snowy. We
would arrive early at the company and he would park far away from
the entrance (2000 employees drive their car to work). The first day, I
didn't say anything, neither the second or third days. One morning I
asked him, "Do you have a fixed parking space? I've noticed we park
far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the lot." To
which he replied, "Since we're here early we'll have time to walk, don't
you think that whoever gets in late will need a place closer to the
door?" Imagine my face.

Nowadays, there's a movement in Europe named Slow Food. This

movement establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with
enough time to taste their food, spend time with the family, friends,
without rushing. Slow Food is against its counterpart, Fast Food and
what it stands for as a lifestyle. Slow Food is the basis for a bigger
movement called Slow Europe, as mentioned by Business Week.

Basically, the movement questions the sense of "hurry" and

"craziness" generated by globalization, fuelled by the desire of
"having in quantity" (life status) versus "having with quality", "life
quality" or the "quality of being".
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French people, even though they work 35 hours per week, are more
productive than Americans or British. Germans have established 28.8
hour workweeks and have seen their productivity driven up by 20%.
This slow attitude has come to the notice of USA, the pupils of the
fast and "do it now" brigade.

This no-rush attitude doesn't represent doing less or having a lower

productivity. It means working and doing things with greater quality,
productivity, perfection, with attention to detail and less stress.

It means re-establishing family values, friends, free and leisure time.

Taking the "now", present and concrete, versus the "global",
undefined and anonymous. It means taking humans' essential values,
the simplicity of living. It stands for a less coercive work environment,
more happy, lighter and more productive work place where humans
enjoy doing what they know best how to do.

It's time to stop and think on how companies need to develop serious
quality with no-rush that will increase productivity and the quality of
products and services, without losing the essence.

In the movie, 'Scent of a Woman', there's a scene where Al Pacino

asks a girl to dance and she replies, "I can't, my boyfriend will be here
any minute now". To which Al Pacino responds, "A life is lived in an
instant". Then they dance the tango!

Many of us live our lives running behind time, but we only reach it
when we die of a heart attack or in a car accident rushing to be on
time. Others are so anxious to live for the future that they forget to live
the present, which is the only time that truly exists.

We all have equal time throughout the world. No one has more or
less. The difference lies in how each one of us does with our time. We
need to live each moment. As John Lennon said, "Life is what
happens to you while you're busy making other plans."
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Kill the Cow

Once upon a time in a faraway land, there lived a Chinese wise man
and his disciple. One day in their travel, they saw a hut in the
distance. As they approached they realized that it was occupied in
spite of its extremely poor appearance.

In that desolate place where there were no crops and no trees, a man
lived with his wife, three young children and a thin, tired cow. Since
they were hungry and thirsty, the wise man and his disciple stopped
for a few hours and were well received.

At one point, the wise man asked: This is a very poor place, far away
from anything. How do you survive?

You see that cow? Thats what keeps us going, said the head of the
family. She gives us milk, some of it we drink and some we turn into
cheese. When there is extra, we go into the city and exchange the
milk and cheese for other types of food. Thats how we survive.

The wise man thanked them for their hospitality and left. When he
reached the first bend in the road, he said to his disciple: Go back,
get the cow, take her to the cliff in front of us, and push her off.

The disciple could not believe what he was hearing. I cannot do that,
master! How can you be so ungrateful? The cow is all they have. If I
push it off the cliff, theyll have no way to survive. Without the cow,
theyll all die!

The wise man, an elderly Chinese man, took a deep breath and
repeated the order: Go ahead. Push the cow off the cliff. Though
outraged at what he was being asked to do, the student was resigned
to obey his master.

He returned to the hut and quietly led the animal to the edge of the
cliff and pushed. The cow fell down the cliff and died.

As the years passed by, remorse for what he had done never left the
disciple. One spring day, the guilt became too much to bear and he
left the wise man and returned to that little shack. He wanted to find
out what had happened to that family, to help them out, apologize, or
somehow make amends.

Upon rounding a turn in the road, he could not believe what his eyes
were showing him. In place of the poor shack there was a beautiful
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house with trees all around, a swimming pool, several cars in the
garage, a satellite dish, and on and on.

Three good-looking teenagers and their parents were celebrating.

The heart of the disciple froze. What could have happened to the
family? Without a doubt, they must have been starving to death and
forced to sell their land and leave.

At that moment, the student thought they must all be begging on the
street corners of some city. He approached the house and asked a
man that was passing by about the whereabouts of the family that
had lived there several years before. Youre looking at it, said the
man, pointing to the people gathered around the barbecue.

Unable to believe what he was hearing, the disciple walked through

the gate and took a few steps closer to the pool where he recognized
the man from several years before, only now he was strong and
confident, the woman was happy, and the children were now nice-
looking teenagers.

He was dumbfounded, and went over to the man and asked: What
happened? I was here with my teacher a few years ago and this was
a miserable place.

There was nothing. What did you do to improve your lives in such a
short time?

The man looked at the disciple, and replied with a smile: We had a
cow that kept us alive. She was all we had. But one day she fell down
the cliff and died. To survive, we had to start doing other things,
develop skills we didnt even know we had.

And so, because we were forced to come up with new ways of doing
things, we are now much better off than before.

Moral of the story: Sometimes our dependency on something

small and limited is the biggest obstacle to our growth. Perhaps
the best thing that could happen to you is to push your cow off the

Once you free yourself of the thought its little but its certain, or of
that idea I am not doing great but there are people who are much
worse than me then your life will really change.
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