The Farmers Fortune Or Misfortune: A Story About Meaning!

The Farmers Fortune Or Misfortune: A Story About Meaning!

One day while working out in the fields the farmer’s son fell and broke his leg. The villagers came to the farm and said, ‘My, that’s a great misfortune. Your son has broken his leg: now he can’t help you in the fields.’ The farmer said, ‘It is neither a fortune nor a misfortune.’ A day later, the government troops came to the village looking for young men to conscript into the army. They had to leave the boy behind because his leg was broken. Again, the villagers came to the farm and said, ‘My, that’s a great fortune.’ The farmer replied, ‘It is neither a fortune nor a misfortune.’ Then one day the farmer’s only horse jumped the fence and ran away. The villagers came to the farm and said, ‘What a great misfortune that your horse has run away.’ The farmer said, ‘It is neither a fortune nor a misfortune.’ Two or three days later, the horse came back with a dozen wild horses following behind him. The villagers came to him and said, ‘It’s a great fortune that your horse came back with twelve others.’ The farmer replied, ‘It is neither a fortune nor a misfortune.’ …You see the farmer was wise enough to know that everything that was happening had a purpose and meaning beyond the simple appearance of the event that had occurred. So many times we are trapped by the emotion of the events in our lives. Remember the teaching of the Tao . . . ‘nothing is long or short, hot or cold, good or bad.’ If you define it as good or bad, you always must ask yourself ‘Good in relation to what or bad in relation to what? Until we decide what the event means to us there is no meaning.

The Original Stone Soup Story!

The Original Stone Soup Story!

Many years ago three soldiers, hungry and weary of battle, came upon a small village. The villagers, suffering a meager 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!’ Then 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 new-found 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’, then off the soldiers wandered, down the road.

Treasures in Clay Vessels: A Story About Face Value!

Treasures in Clay Vessels: A Story About Face Value!

A man was exploring caves by the seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay vessels. It was like someone had rolled balls of clay and left them out in the sun to bake. They didn’t look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could. He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious stone! Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay vessels. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars’ worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left. Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away! It’s like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn’t look like much from the outside. It isn’t always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it. There is a treasure in each one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth. May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay.

The Richest Man In The Valley: A Story About Wealth!

The Richest Man In The Valley: A Story About Wealth!

A rich landowner named Carl often rode around his vast estate so he could congratulate himself on his great wealth. One day while riding around his estate on his favorite horse, he saw Hans, an old tenant farmer. Hans was sitting under a tree when Carl rode by. Hans said, ‘I was just thanking God for my food.’ Carl protested, ‘If that is all I had to eat, I wouldn’t feel like giving thanks.’ Hans replied, ‘God has given me everything I need, and I am thankful for it.’ The old farmer added, ‘It is strange you should come by today because I had a dream last night. In my dream a voice told me, ‘The richest man in the valley will die tonight.’ I don’t know what it means, but I thought I ought to tell you.’ Carl snorted, ‘Dreams are nonsense,’ and galloped away, but he could not forget Hans’ words: ‘The richest man in the valley will die tonight.’ He was obviously the richest man in the valley, so he invited his doctor to his house that evening. Carl told the doctor what Hans had said. After a thorough examination, the doctor told the wealthy landowner, ‘Carl, you are as strong and healthy as a horse. There is no way you are going to die tonight.’ Nevertheless, for assurance, the doctor stayed with Carl, and they played cards through the night. The doctor left the next morning and Carl apologized for becoming so upset over the old man’s dream. At about nine o’clock, a messenger arrived at Carl’s door. ‘What is it?’ Carl demanded. The messenger explained, ‘It’s about old Hans. He died last night in his sleep.

When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking: A Former Child’s Story!

When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking: A Former Child’s Story!

A message every adult should read, because children are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say. When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator and I immediately wanted to paint another one. When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals. When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you make my favourite cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life. When you thought I wasn’t 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 God. When you thought I wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 don’t. When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given. When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn’t feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up. When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it’s alright to cry. When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I learned most of life’s lessons that I need to know to be a

good and productive person when I grow up. When you thought I wasn’t looking, I looked at you and wanted to say, ‘Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn’t looking.’ … Each of us influences the life of a child. How will you touch the life of someone today?

जब आपने सोचा कि मैं नहीं देख रहा हूँ: एक पूर्व बच्चे की कहानी!

एक संदेश हर वयस्क को पढ़ना चाहिए, क्योंकि बच्चे आपको देख रहे हैं और जैसा आप कर रहे हैं, वैसा आप नहीं कहते। जब आपको लगा कि मैं देख नहीं रहा हूं, तो मैंने देखा कि आपने मेरी पहली पेंटिंग को रेफ्रिजरेटर पर लटका दिया था और मैं तुरंत एक और पेंट करना चाहता था। जब आपको लगा कि मैं देख नहीं रहा हूँ, तो मैंने देखा कि आप एक आवारा बिल्ली को खाना खिला रहे हैं, और मुझे पता चला कि जानवरों के प्रति दयालु होना अच्छा था। जब आपको लगा कि मैं नहीं देख रहा हूं, तो मैंने देखा कि आपने मेरे लिए अपना पसंदीदा केक बनाया है और मुझे पता चला है कि छोटी चीजें जीवन में विशेष चीजें हो सकती हैं। जब आपको लगा कि मैं देख नहीं रहा हूँ तो मैंने आपको एक प्रार्थना कहते सुना, और मुझे पता था कि एक ईश्वर है जिससे मैं हमेशा बात कर सकता था और मैंने ईश्वर पर भरोसा करना सीखा। जब आपको लगा कि मैं देख नहीं रहा हूं, तो मैंने देखा कि आप खाना बनाते हैं और बीमार होने वाले दोस्त के पास ले जाते हैं, और मुझे पता चला कि हम सभी को एक-दूसरे की देखभाल करने में मदद करनी है। जब आपको लगा कि मैं नहीं देख रहा हूँ, तो मैंने देखा कि आप अपना समय और पैसा ऐसे लोगों की मदद करने के लिए दे रहे हैं जिनके पास कुछ नहीं था और मुझे पता चला कि जिनके पास कुछ है उन्हें उन लोगों को देना चाहिए जो नहीं करते हैं। जब आपको लगा कि मैं देख नहीं रहा हूं, तो मैंने देखा कि आप हमारे घर और उसमें सभी का ध्यान रखते हैं और मैंने सीखा कि हमें जो दिया जाता है उसका हमें ध्यान रखना होगा। जब आपको लगा कि मैं नहीं देख रहा हूं, तो मैंने देखा कि आपने अपनी ज़िम्मेदारियों को कैसे संभाला है, तब भी जब आप अच्छा महसूस नहीं कर रहे थे और मुझे पता चला कि बड़े होने पर मुझे ज़िम्मेदार होना पड़ेगा। जब आपको लगा कि मैं देख नहीं रहा हूं, तो मैंने देखा कि आपकी आंखों से आंसू आ रहे हैं और मैंने जाना कि कभी-कभी चीजें चोट करती हैं, लेकिन रोना ठीक है। जब आपको लगा कि मैं देख नहीं रहा हूं, तो मैंने देखा कि आपने ध्यान दिया और मैं वह सब कुछ होना चाहता था जो मैं हो सकता था।
जब आपको लगा कि मैं देख नहीं रहा हूं, तो मैंने जीवन के अधिकांश सबक सीख लिए, जिन्हें बड़े होने पर मुझे एक अच्छा और उत्पादक व्यक्ति बनना है। जब आपको लगा कि मैं देख नहीं रहा हूं, तो मैंने आपकी ओर देखा और कहना चाहा, मैंने जो कुछ भी देखा, उसके लिए धन्यवाद, जब आपको लगा कि मैं नहीं देख रहा हूं। हममें से प्रत्येक बच्चे के जीवन को प्रभावित करता है।

आज आप किसी के जीवन को कैसे स्पर्श करेंगे?

The Zen Archer: A Story About Concentration!

The Zen Archer: A Story About Concentration!

After winning several archery contests, the young and rather boastful champion challenged a Zen master who was renowned for his skill as an archer. The young man demonstrated remarkable technical proficiency when he hit a distant bull’s eye on his first try, and then split that arrow with his second shot.‘There,’ he said to the old man, ‘see if you can match that!’ Undisturbed, the master did not draw his bow, but rather motioned for the young archer to follow him up the mountain. Curious about the old fellow’s intentions, the champion followed him high into the mountain until they reached a deep chasm spanned by a rather flimsy and shaky log. Calmly stepping out onto the middle of the unsteady and certainly perilous bridge, the old master picked a faraway tree as a target, drew his bow, and fired a clean, direct hit. ‘Now it is your turn,’ he said as he gracefully stepped back onto the safe ground. Staring with terror into the seemingly bottomless and beckoning abyss, the young man could not force himself to step out onto the log, no less shoot at a target. ‘You have much skill with your bow,’ the master said, sensing his challenger’s predicament, ‘but you have little skill with the mind that lets loose the shot.

Sleep When The Wind Blows: A Story About Being Prepared!

Sleep When The Wind Blows: A Story About Being Prepared!
Years ago a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired
hands, however, most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded
the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops.
As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals. Finally,
a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. ‘Are you a good farm hand?’ the
farmer asked him.
‘Well, I can sleep when the wind blows,’ answered the little man. Although puzzled by this
answer, the farmer, desperate for help decided to hired him.
The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt well
satisfied with the his work. Then one night the wind howled in loudly from offshore. Jumping
out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand’s sleeping
quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, ‘Get up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before
they blow away!’
The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, ‘No sir, told you, I can sleep when the wind
blows.’
Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried
outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had
been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coop and the
doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down. Nothing could
blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to
also sleep while the wind blew.
… When you’re prepared spiritually, mentally and physically, you have nothing to fear.
Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life?

A Father Son Conversation: Story About Making Time!

A Father Son Conversation: Story About Making Time!

A man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door. ‘Daddy, may I ask you a question?’ ‘Yeah, sure, what is it?’ replied the man. ‘Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?’ ‘That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?’ the man said angrily. ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?’ pleaded the little boy. ‘If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.’ ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said, ‘Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?’ The father was furious. ‘If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours every day and don’t have time for such childish games.’ The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare him ask such questions only to get some money. After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00, and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

Are you asleep son?’ he asked.

‘No daddy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy. ‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,’ said the man. ‘It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $10.00 you asked for.’ The little boy sat straight up, beaming. ‘Oh, thank you daddy!’ he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more 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 the man. ‘Why did you want more money if you already had some?’ the father grumbled. ‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied. ‘Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?

Dust If You Must: A Story About Living Life!

Dust If You Must: A Story About Living Life!

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 quite figured this out as yet, please heed this advice. Life is short, so 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, or even 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 worlds out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, 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 … and remember, a layer of dust protects the wood beneath it.

An Interesting Funeral: A Story About Limiting Beliefs!

An Interesting Funeral: A Story About Limiting Beliefs!

One day all the employees of a very unusual company reached their office and all saw a big sign on the main door which said this: ‘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 person who hindered the growth of their 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 person who was hindering my progress?’ One by one the intrigued employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it, they suddenly became speechless. They all got to stand near the coffin, and all ended up 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 themselves! There was also a sign next to the mirror that said. . . ‘There is only one person who is capable of setting limits to your growth and IT IS YOU!’ …Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your husband or wife changes, when your company changes, when your church changes, when your location changes, when your money changes, when your status changes. Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs.