Monday, August 29, 2011
There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content.
He was happy because he was content. He was content because he was happy.
One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds
and the power that goes along with them. The wise man said,
"If you had a diamond the size of your thumb, you could have your own city.
If you had a diamond the size of your fist, you could probably own your own country."
And then he went away. That night the farmer couldn't sleep. He was unhappy
and he was discontent. He was unhappy because he was discontent and
discontent because he was unhappy.
The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm,
took care of his family and went in search of diamonds.
He looked all over Africa and couldn't find any. He looked all through Europe
and couldn't find any. When he got to Spain, he was emotionally,
physically and financially broke. He got so disheartened that
he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide.
Back home, the person who had bought his farm was watering
the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. Across the stream,
the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow.
He thought it would look good on the mantle piece. He picked up
the stone and put it in the living room.
That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling.
He asked, "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said, "No, why do you ask?"
The wise man said, "Because that is a diamond. I recognize one when I see one."
The man said, no, that's just a stone I picked up from the stream. Come, I'll show you.
There are many more." They went and picked some samples and sent them
for analysis. Sure enough, the stones were diamonds. They found that
the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds.*
What is the moral of this story? There are five morals:
1. When our attitude is right, we realize that we are all walking on acres
and acres of diamonds. Opportunity is always under our feet.
We don't have to go anywhere. All we need to do is recognize it.
2. The grass on the other side always looks greener.
3. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side, there are others
who are dyeing the grass on our side. They would be happy to trade places with us.
4. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity,
they complain of noise when it knocks.
5. The same opportunity never knocks twice. The next one may be
better or worse, but it is never the same one.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Motivational speakers charge thousands of dollars
Time was of the essence and my plan included
a quick turnaround trip from and back to the airport.
A spotless cab pulled up.
I was comfortably seated before he closed
the door. As he got in the driver's seat, he mentioned that
the neatly folded Wall Street Journal next to me for my use.
He then showed me several tapes and asked me what type
of music I would enjoy.
I got tired of thinking my best would never
be good enough. I decided to find my niche in life
where I could feel proud of being the best I could be.
being of service and feeling like I have
done a full day's work and done it well. I evaluate
my personal assets and... wham! I became a cab driver.
loss is the traveling folk's friend!
loss is the traveling folk's friend!
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Generosity and kindness doesn't mean that you give only
when you have lot or after fulfilling all your needs, but
in fact you can still give when you yourself is struggling.
Generosity literally means willingness and liberty in
giving away ones own money, time, talent and etc
sincerely without any personal gain as shown in the
Mahatma Gandhi went from city to city, village to village
collecting funds for the Charkha Sangh. During one of his
tours he addressed a meeting in Orissa. After his speech
a poor old lady got up. She was bent with age, her hair
was grey and her clothes were in tatters. The volunteers
tried to stop her, but she fought her way to the place
where Mahatma Gandhi was sitting.
"I must see him," she insisted and going up to Mahatma Gandhi
touched his feet. Then from the folds of her sari she brought
out a copper coin and placed it at his feet. Mahatma Gandhi
picked up the copper coin and put it away carefully.
The Charkha Sangh funds were under the charge of
Jamnalal Bajaj. He asked Mahatma Gandhi for the coin but
Mahatma Gandh refused.
"I keep cheques worth thousands of rupees for the Charkha Sangh,"
Jamnalal Bajaj said laughingly "yet you won't trust me with a
copper coin." "This copper coin is worth much more than
those thousands" Mahatma Gandhi said.
"If a man has several lakhs and he gives away a thousand or two,
it doesn't mean much."
But this coin was perhaps all that the poor old lady possessed.
She gave me all she had. That was very generous of her.
What a great sacrifice she made. That is why I value this copper coin
more than a crore of rupees.
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about
a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves"
inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow,
regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority,
lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity,
humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth,
compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked
his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied,
"The one you feed."