A Doctor

A Doctor Entered The Hospital In Hurry After Being Called In For An Urgent Surgery.

 

He Answered The Call As Soon As Possible, Changed His Clothes & 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 U Take All This Time To Come? Don't U Know That My Son's Life Is In Danger?? Don't You Have Any Sense of Responsibility??!!"

 

The Doctor Smiled & Said: "I Am Sorry, I Wasn't In The Hospital & 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 U Calm Down? If Your Own Son Dies Now What Will U Do??" Said The Father Angrily!!!

 

The Doctor Smiled Again & Replied: "I Will Say What Said In The Holy Book Quran;

 

"From Dust We Came & 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 Father.

 

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 U 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!!"

1 राजा 3 मन्त्री

1 दिन एक राजा ने अपने 3 मन्त्रियो को दरबार में बुलाया, और तीनो को आदेश दिया के एक एक थैला ले कर बगीचे में जाएं ..,और वहां से अच्छे अच्छे फल (fruits ) जमा करें .वो तीनो अलग अलग बाग़ में प्रविष्ट हो गए ,

पहले मन्त्री ने कोशिश की के राजा के लिए उसकी पसंद के अच्छे अच्छे और मज़ेदार फल जमा किए जाएँ , उस ने काफी मेहनत के बाद बढ़िया और ताज़ा फलों से थैला भर लिया ,

दूसरे मन्त्री ने सोचा राजा हर फल का परीक्षण तो करेगा नहीं , इस लिए उसने जल्दी जल्दी थैला भरने में ताज़ा , कच्चे , गले सड़े फल भी थैले में भर लिए ,

तीसरे मन्त्री ने सोचा राजा की नज़र तो सिर्फ भरे हुवे थैले की तरफ होगी वो खोल कर देखेगा भी नहीं कि इसमें क्या है , उसने समय बचाने के लिए जल्दी जल्दी इसमें घास , और पत्ते भर लिए और वक़्त बचाया .

दूसरे दिन राजा ने तीनों मन्त्रियो को उनके थैलों समेत दरबार में बुलाया और उनके थैले खोल कर भी नही देखे और आदेश दिया कि , तीनों को उनके थैलों समेत दूर स्थान के एक जेल में ३ महीने क़ैद कर दिया जाए .

अब जेल में उनके पास खाने पीने को कुछ भी नहीं था सिवाए उन थैलों के ,तो जिस मन्त्री ने अच्छे अच्छे फल जमा किये वो तो मज़े से खाता रहा और 3 महीने गुज़र भी गए ,

 

 

फिर दूसरा मन्त्री जिसने ताज़ा , कच्चे गले सड़े फल जमा किये थे, वह कुछ दिन तो ताज़ा फल खाता रहा फिर उसे ख़राब फल खाने पड़े , जिस से वो बीमार होगया और बहुत तकलीफ उठानी पड़ी .

और तीसरा मन्त्री जिसने थैले में सिर्फ घास और पत्ते जमा किये थे वो कुछ ही दिनों में भूख से मर गया .

अब आप अपने आप से पूछिये कि आप क्या जमा कर रहे हो ?? आप इस समय जीवन के बाग़ में हैं , जहाँ चाहें तो अच्छे कर्म जमा करें .. चाहें तो बुरे कर्म , मगर याद रहे जो आप जमा करेंगे वही आपको आखरी समय काम आयेगा क्योंकि दुनिया क़ा राजा आपको चारों ओर से देख रहा है ।

A Father's Love

Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for art collecting. Together they traveled 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 joy 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 unwrap 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 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 clamored. He told his neighbors 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 are millions of dollars worth of art work 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.

Touching Story....tree was again lonely

Once upon a time, there lived a big mango tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday.

He climbed to the tree top, ate the mangoes, took a nap under the shadow… He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

Time went by… The little boy grew, and he no longer played around the tree.

One day, the boy came back to the tree with a sad look on his face.

“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.”

“Sorry, I don’t have money… but you can pick all my mangoes and sell them so you will have money.”

The boy was so excited. He picked all the mangoes on the tree and left happily. The boy didn’t come back. The tree was sad.

One day, the boy grown into a man returned. The tree was so excited.

“Come and play with me,” the tree 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, I don’t have a house, but you can chop off my branches to build your house.”

So the man cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy didn’t come back afterward. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the man 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?”

“Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.”

So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and didn’t come back for a long time.

Finally, the man returned after he had been gone for so many years.

“Sorry, my boy, but I don’t have anything for you anymore. No more mangoes to give you.” The tree said.

“I don’t have teeth to bite,” the man replied.

“No more trunk for you to climb on.”

“I am too old for that now,” the man said.

“I really can’t give you anything… the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with sadness.

“I don’t need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,” the man replied.

“Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest. Come sit down with me and rest.”

The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled.

By Shel Silverstein

The tree in the story represents our parents. When we are young, we love to play with them. When we grow up, we leave them and only come back when we need help. Parents sacrifice their lives for us.

 

 

 

Happiness is What You are, not What you Have

 

This story is about a beautiful, expensively dressed lady who complained to her

psychiatrist that she felt that her whole life was empty, it had no meaning.

 

So, the lady went to visit a counselor to seek out happiness.

 

The counselor called over the old lady who cleaned the office floors.

 

The counselor then said to the rich lady "I'm going to ask Mary here to tell u

how she found happiness. All I want u to do is listen to her."

So the old lady put down her broom and sat on a chair and told her story:

 

"Well, my husband died of malaria and three months later my only son was killed by a car.

I had nobody... I had nothing left. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I never

smiled at anyone, I even thought of taking my own life.

 

Then one evening a little kitten followed me home from work, Somehow I felt

sorry for that kitten. It was cold outside, so I decided

to let the kitten in. I got it some milk, and the kitten licked the plate clean.

Then it purred and rubbed against my leg and, for the first time in months,I

smiled.

Then I stopped to think, if helping a little kitten could make me smile, maybe

doing something for people could make me happy.

 

So the next day I baked some biscuits and took them to a neighbor who was sick in bed.

 

Every day I tried to do something nice for someone.

It made me so happy to see them happy.

Today, I don't know of anybody who sleeps and eats better than I do.

I've found happiness, by giving it to others."

 

When she heard that, the rich lady cried. She had everything that money could buy,

but she had lost the things which money cannot buy.

 

"The beauty of life does not depend on how happy you are; but on how happy

others can be because of you..."

Happiness is not a destination, it's a journey.

 

Happiness is not tomorrow, it is now.

 

Happiness is not a dependency, it is a decision.

 

Happiness is what you are, not what you have!

 

 

 

 

Story: Poor Man

Beautiful story…..

A very poor man lived with his wife.

~ O Henry! One day his wife, who had very long hair asked him to buy her a comb for her hair to grow well and to be well-groomed.
The man felt very sorry and said no.

He explained that he did not even have enough money

to fix the strap of his watch he had just broken.

She did not insist on her request.
The man went to work and passed by a watch shop,

sold his damaged watch at a low price and went to buy a comb for his wife.
He came home in the evening with the comb in his hand ready to give to his wife.
He was surprised when he saw his wife with a very short hair cut.
She had SOLD her hair and was holding a new watch band.
Tears flowed simultaneously from their eyes,

not for the futility of their actions, but for the reciprocity of their love.

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MORAL:

To love is nothing, to be loved is something

but to love and to be loved by the one you love, that is EVERYTHING.

Never take love for granted.

The Pearls (Story)

The Pearls
 

Jenny was a bright-eyed, pretty five-year-old girl.

 One day when she and her mother were checking out at the grocery store, Jenny saw a plastic pearl necklace priced at $2.50. How she wanted that necklace and when she asked her mother if she would buy it for her, her mother said, "Well, it is a pretty necklace, but it costs an awful lot of money. I'll tell you what. I'll buy you the necklace, and when we get home we can make up a list of chores that you can do to pay for the necklace. And don't forget that for your birthday Grandma just might give you a whole dollar bill, too. Okay?"

Jenny agreed, and her mother bought the pearl necklace for her. Jenny worked on her chores very hard every day, and sure enough, her Grandma gave her a brand new dollar bill for her birthday. Soon Jenny had paid off the pearls.

 How Jenny loved those pearls. She wore them everywhere to kindergarten, bed, and when she went out with her mother to run errands. The only time she didn't wear them was in the shower - her mother had told her that they would turn her neck green. Now Jenny had a very loving daddy. When Jenny went to bed, he would get up from his favorite chair every night and read Jenny her favorite story. One night when he finished the story, he said, "Jenny, do you love me?"

 "Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you," the little girl said.

 "Well, then, give me your pearls."

 "Oh! Daddy, not my pearls!" Jenny said. "But you can have Rosie, my favorite doll. Remember her? You gave her to me last year for my birthday. And you can have her tea party outfit, too. Okay?"

 "Oh no, darling, that's okay." Her father brushed her cheek with a kiss. "Good night, little one."
 
 A week later, her father once again asked Jenny after her story, "Do you love me?"

 "Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you."

 "Well, then, give me your pearls."

 "Oh, Daddy, not my pearls! But you can have Ribbons, my toy horse. Do you remember her? She's my favorite. Her hair is so soft, and you can play with it and braid it and everything. You can have Ribbons if you want her, Daddy," the little girl said to her father.

 "No, that's okay," her father said and brushed her cheek again with a kiss. "God bless you, little one. Sweet dreams."

 Several days later, when Jenny's father came in to read her a story, Jenny was sitting on her bed and her lip was trembling. "Here, Daddy," she said, and held out her hand. She opened it and her beloved pearl necklace was inside. She let it slip into her father's hand. With one hand her father held the plastic pearls and with the other he pulled out of his pocket a blue velvet box.

 Inside of the box were real, genuine, beautiful pearls.

 He had them all along. He was waiting for Jenny to give up the cheap stuff so he could give her the real thing!

REFLECTION

So it is with God. HE is waiting for us to give up the petty things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful treasures.

 Are we holding onto things which God wants us to let go of?

 Are we holding onto harmful or unnecessary partners, relationships, habits and activities which we have become so attached to that it seems impossible to let go?

 Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in the other hand we should believe in one thing.................

 God will never take away something without giving us something better in its place!!

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Story - A pencil is not only a pencil !

Once upon a time........A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked:

'Are you writing a story about what we've done? Is it a story about me?'

His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:

I am writing about you,... actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I'm using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.'

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn't seem very special.

'But it's just like any other pencil I've ever seen!'

'That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.'

'First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.'

'Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpner. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he's much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.'

'Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.'

'Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.'

Finally, the pencil's fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action'.

Story: Are we this foolish?

There lived in a town a very rich man, who was given every comfort and luxury by Allah. He had a servant who was slightly foolish. One day the rich man called him and presented him with a gift saying: "Keep this in a safe place until you find someone more foolish than yourself. When you do, give it to Him."

The servant replied: "Very good, Sir!"

After some time, the rich man became very ill. Many doctors treated him but there was no sign of recovery. He finally lost hope and called for his servant and said to Him: "I am leaving now. If I have caused you any grief, please forgive me."

Servant: "Sir, where are you going?"

Rich Man: "Where everyone has to go."

Servant: "When wil you return?"

Rich Man: "I am going to a place from where there is no return."

Servant: "I see…Have you made your preparations for your comfort there, sir?"

Rich Man: "No."

Servant: "Sir, have you made arangements to safeguard yourself from heat and cold?"

Rich Man: "No."

Servant: "What have you done about your food and drink, sir?"

Rich Man: "Nothing."

Hearing this, the servant laughed and said: "Sir, this is most surprising. In your temporary home, you have made all sorts of arrangements of joy and comfort; buildings and bungalows, gardens and parks, servants and maids, beautiful cars, shops, factories and all sorts of luxuries, but for your permanent home, you have made no preparations whatsoever.
Now tell me sir! Where will I find someone more foolish than you? Hence I am giving this gift to you."

The moral of the story is that we should take time out and review frequently whether our actions are solely for the life of this world or for the eternal life in the hereafter.

Death and A Guy

Death came to a guy and said, "My friend, today is your day" !

Guy:- "But I'm not ready!".
Then death said, "Well your name is the next on my list...".

Guy:- "Okay why don't you take a seat and I will get you something to eat
before we go?".

Then death said,"All right.. ".
The guy gave death some food with sleeping pills in it, death finished
eating and fell into a deep sleep.

The guy took the list & removed his name from top of the list and put into
the bottom of the list.

When death woke up he said to the guy,
"Because you have been so very nice to me, I will start from the BOTTOM of
the list.."


Lesson for the day - Accept with grace, whatever is written in your destiny...!

Story - Born to Win but Conditioned to Loose

Once upon a time there was a large mountain side where there an eagle’s nest rested. The eagle nest contains 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 below. The chickens knew that they must protect and care for the eagle’s egg, so an old hen volunteered to nurture 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 did what the other chicken did. It scratched in the dirt for seeds. It clucked and crackled. It never flew more than a few feet because that is what the other chickens did. The eagle loved his home and family but his spirit cried out for more. While playing a game on the farm one day he looked to the skies above and noticed an eagle soaring gracefully and majestically in the skies. He asked the chickens: “what is that beautiful bird?’ the chickens replied, “That is an eagle. He is an outstanding bird, but you cannot fly like him because you are just a chicken.” So the eagle never gave it a second thought, believing that to be truth. He lived the life of and died as a chicken depriving himself of his heritage because of lack of vision.

What a waste! He was born to win but conditioned to lose.

The same thing is true for most people. The unfortunate part of life is as Oliver Wendall Holmes said, “Most people go to their graves, with music still in them.” We don’t achieve excellence because our own lack of vision.”

Don’t let negative people drag you down. Remember that a person’s character is not only judged by the company they keep but also by the company they avoid.

Story- Bad Temper

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 back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 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.”

Story - The Power of Good Words

A group of frogs were traveling 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 unfortunate frogs they would never get out. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit.

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 simply 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 suffering and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs asked him, “Why did you continue jumping. Didn’t you hear us?”

The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.

This story holds two lessons:

1. 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.

2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them. Be careful of what you say. 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. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times.

Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another.

In Love with No One

In Love with No One 

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it every day. He climbed to the treetop,

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 every day.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.

"Come and play with me", the tree asked the boy.

Boy: "I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees anymore" the boy replied. "I want toys. I need money to buy them."

Tree: "Sorry, but I do not 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 who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited.

"Come and play with me" the tree said.

"I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?"

"Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house." So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily.

The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted.

"Come and play with me!" the tree said.

"I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" said the man.

"Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."

So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the man returned after many years.

"Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you", the tree said.

"No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite" the man replied.

Tree : "No more trunk for you to climb on."

"I am too old for that now" the man said.

"I really cannot give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots," the tree said with tears.

"I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years," the man replied.

"Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, come sit down with me and rest." The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.

This is a story of everyone. The tree is like our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad.

When we grow up, we leave them; only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.

No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could just to make you happy.

You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents.

We take them for granted; we don't appreciate all they do for us, until it's too late.
 
~ Moral ~
Treat your parents with loving care…. For you will know their value, when you see their empty chair…

We never know the love of our parents for us; till we have become parents.

  

Story: The Millionaire and the 3 Person

There was a good-natured millionaire in the town. Three beggars thought of approaching him for help.

The first man went to the millionaire and said: "O Boss! I want five rupees. Please give me." The millionaire was taken aback at this man's impudence. "What! You demand five rupees from me as though I owe you the money! How dare you? How can I afford to give five rupees to a single beggar? Here, take these two rupees and get away," he said. The man went away with the two rupees.

The next beggar went to the millionaire and said: "Oh Boss! I have not taken a square meal for the past ten days. Please help me."

"How much do you want?" asked the millionaire.

"Whatever you give me," replied the beggar.

"Here, take this ten rupee note. You can have nice food for at least three days." The beggar walked away with the ten rupee note.

The third beggar came. "Oh Boss, I have heard about your noble qualities. Therefore, I have come to see you. Men of such charitable disposition are verily the manifestations of God on earth," he said.

"Please sit down," said the millionaire. "You appear to be tired. Please take this food," he said, and offered food to the beggar.

"Now please tell me what I can do for you."

"Oh Boss," replied the beggar; "I merely came to meet such a noble personage that you are. You have given me this rich food already. What more need I get from you? You have already shown extraordinary kindness towards me. May God bless you!"

But the millionaire, struck by the beggar's spirit, begged of the beggar to remain with him, built a decent house for him in his own compound, and looked after him for the rest of his life.

Just like this story three classes of people approach God, with three different desires and prayers. There is the greedy man full of vanity, full of arrogance, full of desires. He demands the objects of worldly enjoyment from God. Since this man, whatever be his vile desires, has had the good sense to approach God, He grants him some part of the desired objects (even these very soon pass away, just as the two rupees the first beggar got are spent before nightfall).

 The other type of devotee prays to the Lord for relief from the sufferings of the world, but is better than the first one, in as much as he is ready to abide by His Will. To him the Lord grants full relief from suffering, and bestows on him much wealth and property.

The third type he merely prays to the Lord: "O Lord, Thou art Existence-Absolute, Knowledge-Absolute, Bliss-Absolute, etc., etc." What does he want? Nothing. But the Lord is highly pleased with his spirit of renunciation, of desirelessness and of self-surrender. Therefore, He makes him eat His own food, I.e., He grants this man Supreme Devotion to Himself. Over and above this, He makes the devotee to live in His own House For ever afterwards this devotee dwells in the Lord's Abode as a Liberated Sag

Story - Sharpen your skills

  SHARPEN YOUR SKILLS

 

Once upon a time a very strong woodcutter asked for a job with a timber merchant, and he got it. His salary was really good and so were the working 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 fell the trees. The first day, the woodcutter brought down 15 trees.

" Congratulations," the boss said. " Carry on with your work!"
 Highly motivated by the words of his boss, the woodcutter tried harder the next day, but he only could bring 10 trees down. The third day he tried even harder, but he was only able to bring down 7 trees.

Day after day he was bringing lesser number of trees down.
" 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..."

That's right. Most of us NEVER update our skills. We think that whatever we have learned is very much enough. But good is not good when better is expected. Sharpening our skills from time to time is the key to success.