Monday, December 11, 2017

The folly of clinging

The folly of clinging

The little boy walked slowly into the room where his mother was sitting at her desk writing. She glanced down at him and saw that he was carrying a very precious vase that her grandmother had given her. Almost absentmindedly she said to him, “Robert, go put the vase down before you drop it and break it.”

“I can’t,” he replied, “I can’t get my hand out.”

“Of course you can,” she said, “you got it down there.”

He said, “I know, mom, but it won’t come out.” The neck of the vase was very narrow and his hand had fit it neatly inside and it was now up to his wrist. He continued to insist that he could not get it out. Growing a little concerned, his mother called out to his dad.

Dad calmly took control and began gently pulling the arm trying to extract the hand from the vase. He tried loosening it up with soapy water. Still nothing. He then got some vegetable oil from the kitchen and poured it around the wrist and let it seep into the vase. He wiggled it some. It still did not budge.

“I give up,” the dad said in desperation. “I’d give a dollar right now to know how to get it out.”

“Really?” little Robert exclaimed. Then they heard a clinking sound and his hand slid right out of the vase. They turned the vase upside down and a penny plopped out. “What’s this?” they said in unison.

“Oh, that’s the penny I put inside. I wanted to get it out so I was clutching it in my hand. But when I heard Dad say he would give a dollar to have the vase free, I let go.”

How often do we cling to things when they are nothing in comparison to what could be ours?

From Thoughtful and Inspirational Stories

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

How Old Is Grandpa?

How Old Is Grandpa?




Stay with this -- the answer is at the end. It may blow you away. 

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events. 

The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general. 

The Grandfather replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before

  1. television 
  2. penicillin 
  3. polio shots 
  4. frozen foods 
  5. Xerox 
  6. contact lenses 
  7. Frisbees
  8. the pill
There were also no:
  1. credit cards 
  2. laser beams
  3. ball-point pens
Man had not yet invented:
  1. pantyhose 
  2. air conditioners 
  3. dishwashers 
  4. clothes dryers 

Oh, and...
  1. the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and space travel was only in Flash Gordon books.
  2. Your Grandmother and I got married first,... and then lived together.. 
  3. Every family had a father and a mother. Until I was 25, I called every woman older than me, "mam". And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir". 
  4. We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy. 
  5. Our lives were governed by the Bible, good judgment, and common sense. We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions. 
  6. Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege... We thought fast food was eating half a biscuit while running to catch the school bus. 
  7. Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins. 
  8. Draft dodgers were those who closed front doors as the evening breeze started.
  9. Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums. 
  10. We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. 
  11. We listened to Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios. And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey. 
  12. If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan ' on it, it was junk. 
  13. The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.... 
  14. Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of. 
  15. We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel. And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards. 
  16. You could buy a new Ford Coupe for $600, ... but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day

  1. "grass" was mowed, 
  2. "coke" was a cold drink, 
  3. "pot" was something your mother cooked in and 
  4. "rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby. 
  5. "Aids" were helpers in the Principal's office, 
  6. "chip" meant a piece of wood,
  7. "hardware" was found in a hardware store and 
  8. "software" wasn't even a word.
  9. we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.
How old do you think I am?

I bet you have this old man in mind...you are in for a shock! 
Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.

Are you ready ?????






This man would be 70 years old today.   70 years ago was 1947.


GIVES YOU SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT... SEND A LINK TO THIS ON TO THE OLD ONES, The younger generation would not understand.




Monday, December 4, 2017

The Advent Virus

The Advent Virus

Anonymous via email
WARNING……WARNING: ADVENT VIRUS

Be on the alert for symptoms of inner Hope, Peace, Joy and Love. The hearts of a great many have already been exposed to this virus and it is possible that people everywhere could come down with it in epidemic proportions. This could pose a serious threat to what has, up to now, been a fairly stable condition of conflict in the world.

Some signs and symptoms of The Advent Virus:
  • A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than on fears based on past experiences.
  • An unmistakable ability to enjoy each moment.
  • A loss of interest in judging other people.
  • A loss of interest in interpreting the actions of others.
  • A loss of interest in conflict.
  • A loss of the ability to worry. (This is a very serious symptom.)
  • Frequent, overwhelming episodes of appreciation.
  • Contented feelings of connectedness with others and nature.
  • Frequent attacks of smiling.
  • An increasing tendency to let things happen rather than make them happen.
  • An increased susceptibility to the love extended by others as well as the uncontrollable urge to extend it.

Please send a link to this warning out to all your friends. This virus can and has affected many systems. Some systems have been completely cleaned out because of it.


Monday, November 27, 2017

Changing our vision

Changing our vision

There was a very wealthy man who was bothered by severe eye pain. 

He consulted many physicians and was being treated by several. He did not stop consulting a galaxy of medical experts; he consumed heavy loads of drugs and underwent hundreds of injections. But the ache persisted with more vigor than before.

At last, a monk who was supposed to be an expert in treating such patients was called for by the suffering man. The monk understood his problem and said that for some time he should concentrate only on green colors and not to let his eyes fall on any other colors. It was a strange prescription, but he was desperate and decided to try it.

The millionaire got together a group of painters and purchased barrels of green paint and directed that every object his eye was likely to fall to be painted green just as the monk had directed. When the monk came to visit him after few days, the millionaire's servants ran with buckets of green paint and poured it on him since he was in red dress, lest their master see any other color and his eye ache would come back.

Hearing this, the monk laughed and said "If only you had purchased a pair of green spectacles, worth just a few dollars, you could have saved these walls and trees and pots and all other articles and also could have saved a large share of his fortune. You cannot paint the world green."

Let us change our vision and the world will appear accordingly. It is foolish to shape the world, let us shape ourselves first.

Inspirational and Thoughtful Stories

Monday, November 20, 2017

The seeker of truth


The seeker of truth

After years of searching, the seeker was told to go to a cave, in which he would find a well. 'Ask the well what is truth', he was advised, 'and the well will reveal it to you'. Having found the well, the seeker asked that most fundamental question. And from the depths came the answer, 'Go to the village crossroad: there you shall find what you are seeking'.

Full of hope and anticipation the man ran to the crossroad to find only three rather uninteresting shops. One shop was selling pieces of metal, another sold wood, and thin wires were for sale in the third. Nothing and no one there seemed to have much to do with the revelation of truth.

Disappointed, the seeker returned to the well to demand an explanation, but he was told only, 'You will understand in the future.' When the man protested, all he got in return were the echoes of his own shouts. Indignant for having been made a fool of - or so he thought at the time - the seeker continued his wanderings in search of truth. As years went by, the memory of his experience at the well gradually faded until one night, while he was walking in the moonlight, the sound of sitar music caught his attention. It was wonderful music and it was played with great mastery and inspiration.

Profoundly moved, the truth seeker felt drawn towards the player. He looked at the fingers dancing over the strings. He became aware of the sitar itself. And then suddenly he exploded in a cry of joyous recognition: the sitar was made out of wires and pieces of metal and wood just like those he had once seen in the three stores and had thought it to be without any particular significance.

At last he understood the message of the well: we have already been given everything we need: our task is to assemble and use it in the appropriate way. Nothing is meaningful so long as we perceive only separate fragments. But as soon as the fragments come together into a synthesis, a new entity emerges, whose nature we could not have foreseen by considering the fragments alone.

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