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WORLD IS MIRROR

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?

 

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HANDICAPPED MINDS

Posted: June 22, 2012 in STORY
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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
handicapped”.
“Wisdom Pearls” 95
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
disembark.
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”.

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?

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 RECIEVE WHAT YOU GIVE

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

by.

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.”

ROCK ON !

Posted: June 22, 2012 in STORY
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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.'”

SHARPEN YOUR KNIFE

Posted: June 22, 2012 in STORY
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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

trees).

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 resharpening

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!”

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!”

PRECIOUS TIME

Posted: June 20, 2012 in STORY
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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

hour?”

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

again.

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.

 

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.