Posts Tagged ‘humanity’


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.



Posted: June 20, 2012 in STORY
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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…


Posted: June 20, 2012 in STORY
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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.