Inspiring Story: King Genghis Khan And his Hawk..

One Morning Genghis Khan, the great king and warrior, 

rode out into the woods to have a day's sport. Many of his 

friends were with him. They rode out gayly, carrying their 

bows and arrows. Behind them came the servants with 

the hounds.

It was a merry hunting party. The woods rang with their 

shouts and laughter.

They expected to carry much game home in the evening. 

On the king's wrist sat his favorite hawk, for in those 

days hawks were trained to hunt. At a word from 

their masters they would fly high up into the air,

and look around for prey. 

If they chanced to see a deer or a rabbit, they would 

swoop down upon it swift as any arrow. All day long 

Genghis Khan and his huntsmen rode through the woods.

But they did not find as much game as they expected. 

Toward evening they started for home. 

The king had often ridden through the woods, and he knew all 

the paths. So while the rest of the party took the nearest way, 

he went by a longer road through a valley between two mountains.

The day had been warm, and the king was very thirsty.

His pet hawk left his wrist and flown away. It would be 

sure to find its way home. 

  

The king rode slowly along. He had once seen a spring 

of clear water near this pathway. If he could only find it now!

But the hot days of summer had dried up all the mountain brooks.   

At last, to his joy, he saw some water trickling down over 

the edge of a rock. He knew that there was a spring farther up.

In the wet season, a swift stream of water always poured down 

here; but now it came only one drop at a time. 

  The king leaped from his horse. He took a little silver cup 

from his hunting bag. He held it so as to catch the slowly 

falling drops. It took a long time to fill the cup; and 

the king was so thirsty that he could hardly wait. At last 

it was nearly full. He put the cup to his lips, and was about to drink. 

All at once there was a whirring sound in the air, and the cup

 was knocked from his hands. The water was all spilled upon the ground.   

The king looked up to see who had done this thing.It was his pet hawk.   

The hawk flew back and forth a few times, and then alighted among 

the rocks by the spring. The king picked up the cup, and again held 

it to catch the trickling drops. This time he did not wait so long. 

When the cup was half full, he lifted it toward his mouth. 

But before it had touched his lips, the hawk swooped down again, 

and knocked it from his hands. And now the king began to grow angry.

He tried again, and for the third time the hawk kept him from drinking.

  The king was now very angry indeed."How do you dare to act so?" 

he cried. "If I had you in my hands, I would wring your neck!" 

  

Then he filled his cup again. But before he tried to drink,

he drew his sword. "Now, Sir Hawk," he said, "that is the last time."

  He had hardly spoken before the hawk swooped down 

and knocked the cup from his hand. But the king was looking for this. 

With a quick sweep of the sword he struck the bird as it passed. 

  

The next moment the poor hawk lay bleeding and dying at its 

master's feet. "That is what you get for your pains," said Genghis Khan.   

But when he looked for his cup, he found that it had fallen

between two rocks, where he could not reach it. 

  "At any rate, I will have a drink from that spring," he said to himself.   

With that he began to climb the steep bank to the place from 

which the water trickled. It was hard work, and the higher 

he climbed, the thirstier he became. At last he reached 

the place. There indeed was a pool of water; but what was that 

lying in the pool, and almost filling it? It was a huge, dead snake of 

the most poisonous kind. The king stopped. He forgot his thirst. 

He thought only of the poor dead bird lying on the ground 

below him.   

"The hawk saved my life!" he cried, "and how did I repay him? 

He was my best friend,and I have killed him."   He clambered down 

the bank. He took the bird up gently, and laid it in his hunting bag.

Then he mounted his horse and rode swiftly home. He said to himself,

  

Moral of the Story: 

"I have learned a sad lesson today, and that is, never 

to do anything in anger, Please dont do any thing in anger,

which later on you have to repent for it. Be calm down 

and control your anger-

Author : Unknown

Inspiring Story: Dont Doubt The Words of God

The night fell heavy in the heights of the mountains and the man could not 

see anything. All was black. Zero visibility, and the moon and the stars 

were covered by the clouds. As he was climbing only a few feet away

 from the top of the mountain, he slipped and fell in to the air, falling 

at great speed. He could only see black spots as he went down, and 

the terrible sensation of being sucked by gravity.

He kept falling. and in the moments of great fear, it came to his mind 

all the good and bad episodes of his life. He was thinking now about 

how close death was getting, when all of a sudden he felt the rope tied 

to his waist pull him very hard. His body was hanging in the air.

Only the rope was holding him and in that moment of stillness

 he had no other choice other to scream: "Help me God".

All of a sudden a deep voice coming from the sky answered, 

"What do you want me to do?"

"Save me God".

"Do you really think I can save you?"

"Of course I believe You can."

"Then cut the rope tied to your waist."

There was a moment of silence and the man decided to hold on 

to the rope with all his strength. The rescue team tells that the next day 

a climber was found dead and frozen. his body hanging from a rope. 

His hands holding tight to it. Only 1 foot away from the ground.

Lesson From The Story:

: And We? How attached we are to our rope will we let go???

 Don't ever doubt about the words of God. 

We should never say that He has forgotten us or abandoned us.

Author: Unknown

Inspiring Story: Think Smart,Work Smart and Rest Smart.

Once there was a group of man - a young hot-blooded chap 

and a big number of old folks, doing timber job in a jungle.

This young chap is very hard working. He always continues 

to work through his break time and complains that those old folks 

were wasting time, having to break few times a day to drink and chat. 

As times goes by, this young chap noticed that even though

he worked through break time and hardly took a rest. 

those old folks are chopping the same amount of trees as he did

 and sometimes did more than he did. It was as if those old folks work 

through the break time as he did. So he decided to work harder

 the next day. unfortunately the results were even worse.

One day, one of the old folk invited him for a drink during their break time.

 That young chap refused and said he has no extra time to spend! 

Then the old man smiled to him and said  it was just a waste of effort 

to keep chopping trees without re-sharpening your Axe. Sooner 

or later you will give up or be so exhausted as you have spent 

too much energy.

Suddenly the young chap realized that actually during break times while 

those old folks were having a chat, they were also re-sharpening their Axe 

at the same time! And that's how they can chop faster than him 

and yet spending lesser time! 

The old folk said what we need is efficiency by making use of our skill and ability 

intelligently. Only then can we have more times to do other things.

Otherwise you will always keep saying ...   I have no time!

Moral of the Story:

By taking a short break during work, it would make you feel fresher, think well 

and work better after the break!  (Or am I just finding excuse to take a break).

But by taking a break, it is not to stop work but to rest and re-think our strategy 

to go about it  from another angle.


Author: Unknown