|
|||||||
|
There once was a wise sage who wandered the countryside. One day, as he passed near a village, he was approached by a woman who told him of a sick child nearby. She beseeched him to help this child. So the sage came to the village, and a crowd gathered around him, for such a man was a rare sight. One woman brought the sick child to him, and he said a prayer over her. "Do you really think your prayer will help her, when medicine has failed?" yelled a man from the crowd. "You know nothing of such things! You are a stupid fool!" said the sage to the man. The man became very angry with these words and his face grew hot and red. He was about to say something, or perhaps strike out, when the sage walked over to him and said: "If one word has such power as to make you so angry and hot, may not another have the power to heal?" And thus, the sage healed two people that day. "Language does have the power to change reality. Therefore, treat your words as the mighty instruments they are – to heal, to bring into being, to nurture, to cherish, to bless, to forgive." – Daphne Rose Kingma |
|||||||
Month: February 2012
Food For Thought For Friday, February 24th, 2012t
I recently heard a story about a famous research scientist who had made several very important medical breakthroughs. He was being interviewed by a newspaper reporter who asked him why he thought he was able to be so much more creative than the average person. What set him so far apart from others?
He responded that, in his opinion, it all came from an experience with his mother that occurred when he was about two years old. He had been trying to remove a bottle of milk from the refrigerator when he lost his grip on the slippery bottle and it fell, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor—a veritable sea of milk!
When his mother came into the kitchen, instead of yelling at him, giving him a lecture, or punishing him, she said, “Robert, what a great and wonderful mess you have made! I have rarely seen such a huge puddle of milk. Well, the damage has already been done. Would you like to get down and play in the milk for a few minutes before we clean it up?”
Indeed, he did. After a few minutes, his mother said, “You know, Robert, whenever you make a mess like this, eventually you have to clean it up and restore everything to its proper order. So, how would you like to do that? We could use a sponge, a towel, or a mop. Which do you prefer?” He chose the sponge and together they cleaned up the spilled milk.
His mother then said, “You know, what we have here is a failed experiment in how to effectively carry a big milk bottle with two tiny hands. Let’s go out in the back yard and fill the bottle with water and see if you can discover a way to carry it without dropping it.” The little boy learned that if he grasped the bottle at the top near the lip with both hands, he could carry it without dropping it. What a wonderful lesson!
This renowned scientist then remarked that it was at that moment that he knew he didn’t need to be afraid to make mistakes.Instead, he learned that mistakes were just opportunities for learning something new, which is, after all, what scientific experiments are all about. Even if the experiment “doesn’t work,” we usually learn something valuable from it.
Wouldn’t it be great if all parents would respond the way Robert’s mother responded to him?
Every memorable act in the history of the world is a triumph of enthusiasm. Nothing great was ever achieved without it because it gives any challenge or any occupation, no matter how frightening or difficult, a new meaning. Without enthusiasm you are doomed to a life of mediocrity but with it you can accomplish miracles.
-Og Mandino
Food For Thought For Thursday, February 23rd, 2012
Food For Thought For Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012
|
|||||||
|
I am very powerful! |
|||||||
Food For Thought For Tuesday, February 21st, 2012
| You Sure Are Lucky by Ken Morris | ||||
| It was a hot, muggy August afternoon, and I had every reason to feel sorry for myself. A comedy of hassles began with the normal airport security gauntlet, followed by a random drug test, and a missed flight home due to a number of mechanical, weather and late inbound flight problems. Now my flight home was full and late. During the usual pandemonium at the gate, I noticed a 5-year-old boy standing by his mother and watching me. He looked at me, then my bag, then back at me. Cautiously, he left his mother's side and slowly began to walk toward me, glancing between my bag, his mother, and me. "Great," I thought, "now I have to baby-sit a 5-year-old. My day is now complete." As he came closer, I was both relieved and alarmed that it wasn't me he was after. It was my hat! I started to tell him not to bother my things, but something made me stop and watch. He stopped in front of my bag, looking at my hat, then up at me. With wide eyes, he gently touched the bill of my hat. Running his index finger slowly along the edge, carefully touching the emblem. Again, he looked up at me, now smiling, but saying nothing. I asked him if he would like to wear my captain hat. He excitedly nodded his head, still smiling. I placed my hat on his head, but it fell down around his ears. He didn't seem to mind and held it up in the proper position with both hands. He ran to show his mother, then back to me still smiling from ear to ear. With much reverence and ceremony, he slowly removed my hat with both hands and presented it to me as though it were the crown jewels. I put my hat on and gave him an airplane card. This, too, he held with both hands in awe. After this exchange, he still hadn't spoken, although I knew he was excited. I also was happy that I had been briefly distracted from my self-pity fest. Still holding the card carefully with both hands, he looked up at me and said, "Mister, you sure are lucky." "Yes," I said, "I sure am." I contemplated the wisdom of a 5-year-old, as I got the last seat on that flight home. |
||||
Food For Thought For Monday, February 20th, 2012
One day a poor boy went begging from door to door to feed his hungry stomach.He knocked on a door & a lovely lady opened,instead of asking for food he asked for a glass of water.The woman thought he looked hungry so she brought him a glass of milk,after drinking he said “thank you,i owe you” She replied “you owe nothing,no payment needed for act of kindness” he said “then i thank you from my heart”….. Years later that woman became critically ill that the doctors baffled as they couldn’t cure her,so specialists were called to study the rare illness.Dr Haward Kelly who was called for consultation immediately recognized the woman.He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life & after along struggle, the battle was won.Dr Kelly requested the bill be passed to him for approval,he looked at the huge bill & wrote something on it,then the bill was sent to the lady’s room.The lady feared opening it as she knew the bill could take a life time to pay off.When she eventually opened it,she noticed something written on the edge of the note “PAID FOR IN FULL FOR A GLASS OF MILK”. Tears filled her as she immediately remembered the rugged dirty skinny boy who knocked on her door . My dear friends,family &my loved ones always remember that every act of kindness you sow doesn’t bounce back,it reproduces itself,not necessarily before your eyes but it always does even to your next generation. “THE HEART YOU SAVE TODAY CAN BE YOURS TOMORROW THROUGH KINDNESS.WHAT WILL YOU BE REMEMBERED FOR WHEN YOU LEAVE THIS EARTH?”
Sanjay Sabarwal's Blog 