Moral Story (posted by Priya Deelchand)

Once upon a time there were two brothers,
Tham and Hien. They had scarcely reached
adolescence when their parents died leaving
the two brothers the ancestral home – a large
but simple house, a few fields and also a
small parcel of forest land with a small hut.

Tham was greedy, miserly and proud. Hien
was good, obliging and generous. When the
two brothers thought of marrying, Tham looked
for the richest possible bride whereas
Hien followed his heart and looked for
a sweet and loving partner. Immediately
following the marriages Tham came to see
his brother and told him:

“Now that we are both married, the house
is too small for all of us. Since I am the
eldest, it is only natural that the house
should come to me. But I am not ungenerous,
I don’t expect you to leave empty-handed.
You can have the small hut and the patch
of forest land surrounding it. You are
a worker, you can easily repair the hut
and cultivate your land”. Hien bowed his
head in agreement and went to tell his wife.

The small hut was in a pitiable condition
and the tiny plot of land was hard and rocky.

The only redeeming feature was a majestic
cucumber-tree at one end of the field, still
full of vigour despite its age. Its leaves
provided shade for the hut, and seeing this
Hien thought that perhaps the Gods had not
completely abandoned him.

Hien and his wife worked very hard but what
they were able to earn from the land was not
sufficient to support them. On top of this,
the young lady was expecting their first child.

One day when Hien was in a sad mood his wife
calmed him. She led him outside the hut.

“Look at the cucumber tree”, she said,
“It is bending with the burden of its fruits.
Soon I’ll be able to pick them and sell them
in the village. Don’t give up hope”.

But the next day when Hien started out for
the forest he saw a very large bird with
feathers of fire sitting in the tree and
eating the cucumbers.

“Good bird, please have pity on us. The
cucumbers are all that we have. If you eat
them all, there will be nothing left for us!”

Hien did not know that the beautiful bird
was the legendary Phoenix, so he was very m
uch surprised when the bird turned and replied:

“I shall not be ungrateful and you will be g
reatly compensated for allowing me to taste
these cucumbers. Ask your wife to sew a sack
and come and see me tomorrow morning under
the cucumber-tree”.

The next day Hien waited under the
cucumber-tree with the sack in his hand.
He heard a fluttering of feathers over head
and saw that the Phoenix was once again
feasting on the cucumbers. Eventually the
bird saw him:

“Open your sack and put it under the tree”.
Hien did so. As the bird ate the fruits,
it dropped the equivalent weight of precious
stones, diamonds and nuggets of gold into
the sack.

Even before the sack was full Hien cautioned
the Phoenix:

“Stop beautiful bird! I’ve already got more
than enough to give us a good living.
I thank you. You have been very good to us.”

The Phoenix understood the wisdom of the
young farmer and told him:

“If misery again strikes at your door,
look at this cucumber-tree and remember
that you need not despair, that there will
always be a solution; and if you are in need
of me I shall not be far away”.

……………………………………..

This popular story hides a great truth:
wealth is not just about having lots of
money – it is also about the potential and
possibilities of finding our own strengths:

our imagination, our intelligence and
creativity. Certainly the cucumber-tree and
the Phoenix are proverbial, but the good bird
didn’t consider it worthwhile to speak to
the wicked brother.

He spoke to Hien. This signifies that
luck smiles on those who are enterprising,
courageous, who have perseverance and
confidence in their capacity to succeed
and who do not give up the responsibility
of their life by blaming it on fate or destiny.

……………………………………..

“There are two types of people on earth:
those who look for ways of succeeding and
those who look for excuses for their
failures”.
M. de Cornouardt

“To have the courage of undertaking something
is one of the principal factors of success”.
James A. Worsham

- Author unknown -
Posted by Priya Deelchand

Whose Job?

This's a story about four people: Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody.

There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. 

Anybody could have done it but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realised that Everybody wouldn't do it.

It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody have done.

How do you react to criticism? (posted by Priya Deelchand)

My  dearest  friends,


Hope you are doing great!


Here is a true story (author unknown) that I would like to share with you.


How a person reacts to criticism often means the difference between success and failure. Take the case of Ole Bull, the famous Norwegian violinist of the past century.


His practical father, a chemist, sent him to the University of Christiania to study for the ministry and forbade him to play his beloved violin. He promptly flunked out and, defying his father, devoted all his time and energy to the violin. Unfortunately, though he had great ability, his teachers were relatively unskilled, so that by the time he was ready to start his concert tour he wasn't prepared.


In Italy a Milan newspaper critic wrote: "He is an untrained musician. If he be a diamond, he is certainly in the rough and unpolished."


There were two ways Ole Bull could have reacted to that criticism. He could have let it make him angry, or he could learn from it. Fortunately he chose the latter. He went to the newspaper office and asked to see the critic. The astounded editor introduced him. Ole spent the evening with the 70-year-old critic, asked about his faults, and sought the older man's advice on how to correct them.


Then he canceled the rest of his tour, returned home, and spent the next six months studying under really able teachers. He practiced hours upon hours to overcome his faults. Finally, he returned to his concerts and, when only 26, became the sensation of Europe.

Have a joy-filled day!

Much Love,

Priya:))

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Don't Hope... Decide! (posted by Priya Deelchand)

My dearest friends,

Hope you are doing awesome!

Here is a story that I would like to share with you. The author is unknown.

While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear other people talk about -the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly. This one occurred a mere two feet away from me. Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jetway, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags.

He stopped right next to me to greet his family. First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other's face, I heard the father say, "It's so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!" His son smiled somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, "Me, too, Dad!"

Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe nine or ten) and while cupping his son's face in his hands said, "You're already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!" They too hugged a most loving, tender hug.

While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half) was squirming excitedly in her mother's arms, never once taking her little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father.

The man said, "Hi, baby girl!" as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her head on his shoulder, motionless in pure contentment.

After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, "I've saved the best for last!" and proceeded to give his wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing.

He gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then silently mouthed. "I love you so much!" They stared at each other's eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both hands. For an instant they reminded me of newlyweds, but I knew by the age of their kids that they couldn't possibly be.

I puzzled about it for a moment then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than an arm's length away from me.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I was invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, "Wow! How long have you two been married?" "Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those." he replied, without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife's face. "Well then, how long have you been away?" I asked the man finally turned and looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile."Two whole days!"

Two days? I was stunned. By the intensity of the greeting, I had assumed he'd been gone for at least several weeks - if not months. I know my expression betrayed me, I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), "I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!"

The man suddenly stopped smiling. He looked me straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that burned right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me, "Don't hope, friend... decide!" Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, "God bless!" With that, he and his family turned and strode away together.

I was still watching that exceptional man and his special family walk just out of sight when my friend came up to me and asked, "What'cha looking at?" Without hesitating, and with a curious sense of certainty, I replied, "My future!"

Have an excellent day!

Much love,

Priya:))

Posted by Priya Deelchand

A Special Teacher

Years ago a John Hopkin's professor gave a group of graduate students this assignment: Go to the slums. Take 200 boys, between the ages of 12 and 16, and investigate their background and environment. Then predict their chances for the future. The students, after consulting social statistics, talking to the boys, and compiling much data, concluded that 90 percent of the boys would spend some time in jail.

Twenty-five years later another group of graduate students was given the job of testing the prediction. They went back to the same area. Some of the boys - by then men - were still there, a few had died, some had moved away, but they got in touch with 180 of the original 200. They found that only four of the group had ever been sent to jail.

Why was it that these men, who had lived in a breeding place of crime, had such a surprisingly good record? The researchers were continually told: "Well, there was a teacher..." They pressed further, and found that in 75 percent of the cases it was the same woman.

The researchers went to this teacher, now living in a home for retired teachers. How had she exerted this remarkable influence over that group of children? Could she give them any reason why these boys should have remembered her? "No," she said, "no I really couldn't." And then, thinking back over the years, she said amusingly, more to herself than to her questioners: "I loved those boys..."

Author Unknown

Posted by Priya Deelchand

Never Give Up!

Sir Winston Churchill took three years getting through eighth grade because he had trouble learning English. It seems ironic that years later Oxford University asked him to address its commencement exercises.

He arrived with his usual props. A cigar, a cane and a top hat accompanied Churchill wherever he went. As Churchill approached the podium, the crowd rose in appreciative applause. With unmatched dignity, he settled the crowd and stood confident before his admirers. Removing the cigar and carefully placing the top hat on the podium, Churchill gazed at his waiting audience. Authority rang in Churchill's voice as he shouted, "Never give up!"

Several seconds passed before he rose to his toes and repeated: "Never give up!" His words thundered in their ears. There was a deafening silence as Churchill reached for his hat and cigar, steadied himself with his cane and left the platform. His commencement address was finished. 

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Your Life Is A Reflection Of You (Posted by Priya Deelchand)

My dearest friends,
Hope you are all doing awesome.
Here is the story that I would like to share with you today. The author is unknown.
A son and his father were walking on the mountains.
Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: “AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!”
To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: “AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Curious, he yells: “Who are you?”
He receives the answer: “Who are you?”
And then he screams to the mountain: “I admire you!”
The voice answers: “I admire you!”
Angered at the response, he screams: “Coward!”
He receives the answer: “Coward!”
He looks to his father and asks: “What’s going on?”
The father smiles and says: “My son, pay attention.”
Again the man screams: “You are a champion!”
The voice answers: “You are a champion!”
The boy is surprised, but does not understand.
Then the father explains: “People call this ECHO,
but really this is LIFE.”
It gives you back everything you say or do.
Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.
If you want more love in the world,
create more love in your heart.
If you want more competence in your team,
improve your competence.
This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;
Life will give you back everything you have given to it.”
“Your life is not a coincidence. It’s a reflection of you!”
Wish you a very happy weekend!
Much Love,
Priya:))

Posted by Priya Deelchand

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