|Pair of Old Shoes
As they went along, they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which were supposed to belong to a poor man who was working in a field close by, and who had nearly finished his day’s work . . .
Student turned to the professor, saying: "Let us play the man a trick:
We will hide his shoes, and hide ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them …"
"My young friend," answered the professor, "We should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor . . . But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man.
Put a coin in each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how this affects him." Visit: The student did so and they both placed themselves behind the bushes close by. The poor man soon finished his work, and came across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes . . .
While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes, but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin. Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his countenance.
He gazed upon the coin, turned it around and looked at it again and again.
He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin . . .
His feelings overcame him . . . He fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving in which he spoke of his wife, sick and helpless, and his children without bread, whom this timely bounty, from some unknown hand, would save from perishing . . .
The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears.
"Now," said the professor, are you not much better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?"
The youth replied, "You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. .. I feel now the truth of these words, which I never understood before: "It’s more blessed to give than to receive."
A wonderful story
A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."
"No", she replied. "He’s out."
"Then we cannot come in", they replied.
In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.
"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"
The woman went out and invited the men in"
" We do not go into a House together," they replied.
One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."
The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How n ice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"
His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don’t we invite Success?"
Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"
"Let us heed our daughter’s advice," said the husband to his wife.
"Go out and invite Love to be our guest ."
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."
Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, t he lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"
The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would’ve stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success !!!!!!"
A small touching story mainly for professionals…
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his
SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man.
SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" The man said Angrily.
SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an Hour?"
DAD: "If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour."
SON: "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?"
The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you Can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then You march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about Why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this Childish behavior."
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and Started to get even angrier about the little Boy’s’ questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some Money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to Think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.50 and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to The door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. "Are you asleep, son?" He asked.
"No daddy, I’m awake," replied the boy.
"I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the Man.
"It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the Rs.50 you asked for."
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry Again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up At his father.
"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father Grumbled.
"Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.
"Daddy, I have Rs.100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?
Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with You."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he Begged for his forgiveness.
It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We Should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some Time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
But the Family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the Rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more Into work than to our family.
The solitary passer by,
Leaves to my soliloquy,
Her foot steps fade away,
Like a sweet forgotten melody.
The crescent moon in the sky,
Lights the funeral pyre of my dreams.
I have been searching for my destiny,
But I don’t know where its been.
Like the days which have come
And the days which have gone away,
Me and my old harmonica ,
Mourn the passing of today.
Long walk back for me,
seems like eternity Bittersweet memories,
My bedmate of every night.