Posts Tagged ‘bad temper’


Posted: June 23, 2012 in STORY
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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?




Posted: June 22, 2012 in STORY
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An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employercontractor

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.”


Posted: June 20, 2012 in STORY
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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.