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A Moral Story : Potatoes, Eggs, and Coffee Beans

Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn’t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.
Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot, and ground coffee beans in the third pot.
He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.
After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.
He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. “Daughter, what do you see?”


“Potatoes, eggs, and coffee,” she hastily replied.
“Look closer,” he said, “and touch the potatoes.” She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.
“Father, what does this mean?” she asked.
He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity– the boiling water.
However, each one reacted differently.
The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.
The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.
However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.
“Which are you,” he asked his daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean? “


Moral:In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.
Which one are you?

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A moral Story : Tension का ग्लास – this story can change your life

एक दिन की बात है जब एक मनोवैज्ञानिक अध्यापक छात्रो को तनाव से निपटने के लिए उपाय बताता है। वह पानी का ग्लास उठाता है। सभी छात्र यह सोचते है की वह यह पूछेगा की ग्लास आधा खाली है या आधा भरा हुआ। लेकिन अध्यापक महोदय ने इसकी जगह एक दूसरा प्रश्न उनसे पूछा ”जो पानी से भरा हुआ ग्लास मैंने पकड़ा हुआ है यह कितना भारी है?”






छात्रो ने उत्तर देना शुरू किया। कुछ ने कहा थोड़ा सा तो कुछ ने कहा शायद आधा लिटर, कुछ ने कहा शायद 1 लिटर ।


अध्यापक ने कहा मेरे नजर मे इस ग्लास का कितना भार है यह मायने नहीं रखता। बल्कि यह मायने रखता है की इस ग्लास को कितनी देर मै पकड़े रखता हूँ। अगर मै इसे एक या दो मिनट पकड़े रखता हूँ तो यह हल्का लगेगा, अगर मै इसे एक घंटे पकड़े रखूँगा तो इसके भार से मेरे हाथ मे थोड़ा सा दर्द होगा, अगर मै इसे पूरे दिन पकड़ा रखूँगा तो मेरे हाथ एकदम सुन्न पड़ जाएँगे और पानी का यही ग्लास जो शुरुआत मे हल्का लग रहा था उसका भर इतना बाद जाएगा की अब ग्लास हाथ से छूटने लगेगा। तीनों ही दशाओ मे पानी के ग्लास का भार नहीं बदलेगा लेकिन जितना ज्यादा मै इसे पकड़े रखूँगा उतना ज्यादा मुझे इसके भारीपन का एहसास होता रहेगा।






मनोवैज्ञानिक अध्यापक ने आगे बच्चो से कहा ”आपके जीवन की चिंताए (tension) और तनाव(stress) काफी हद तक इस पानी के ग्लास की तरह है। इन्हे थोड़े समय के लिए सोचो तो कुछ नहीं होता, इन्हे थोड़े ज्यादा समय के लिए सोचो तो इससे इससे थोड़ा सरदर्द का एहसास होना शुरू हो जाएगा, इन्हे पूरा दिन सोचोगे तो आपका दिमाग सुन्न और गतिहीन पड़ जाएगा ”


कोई भी घटना या परिणाम हमारे हाथो मे नहीं है लेकिन हम उसे किस तरह handle करते है ये सब हमारे हाथो मे ही है। बस जरूरत है इस बात को सही से समझने की।


आप अपनी चिंताए (tension) छोड़ दे, जितनी देर आप tension अपने पास रखोगे उतना ही इसके भार का एहसास बढ़ता जाएगा। यही चिंता बाद मे तनाव का कारण बन जाएगी और नयी परेशानिया पैदा हो जाएंगी।


सुबह से शाम तक काम करने पर इंसान उतना नहीं थकता जितना चिंता करने से पल भर मे थक जाता है – स्वामी विवेकानंद


अंत मे हमेशा एक बात याद रखें


चिंता (tension) और तनाव (stress) उन पक्षियो की तरह है जिन्हे आप अपने आसपास उड़ने से नहीं रोक सकते लेकिन उन्हे अपने मन मे घोसला बनाने से तो रोक ही सकते है

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A Moral Story : The Dilemma of Love and Regret of Lifetime

She was a simple homely girl from a small town who had many dreams. He was a simple guy with a successful career. Fate brought them together, she fell in love and he accepted his feelings for her too. She looked upon him as her everything. He understood her more than anyone. He wanted to provide everything that was good for her. She wanted to do everything that can make him happy.He wanted her to grow out of shadows of in-home life and become a self-dependent. He wanted her to learn how to face the harsh reality of society and make a career, so if anything happens to him in future, she can survive. He was constantly guiding her and often even scolded her when she made mistakes. He was molding her for her own good. She was getting a success and many guys were showing interest in her. Oh did I mention she was a beautiful too! She had a smile that can fill anyone’s heart.As time passed, she became more confident and her career was reaching its peak. But he as always stood by her, always guiding her and continue to push her for more progress. However, she was no longer liking him giving her advice. She felt that she is more than capable to decide what to do. He too was always working and differences started to grow. She never understood why he was always pushing her for more and more. But she started quarreling with him. It grew. She left him saying, “I am not the one to listen to you always, I can decide what’s best for me now, I am successful, There are many guys who will be more than happy to accept me as I am, If you do not like it, go to hell.”He felt hurt. He who loved her since she was a simple homely girl, failed to understand why would she think in such a negative manner about him. He who always wanted her to be self-dependent, who felt proud each time she reached the new height of success, how can she say such things. He left her saying,“Perhaps the ego of your success has grown in your mind that you have failed to feel my feelings for you in your heart. I loved you when you were a simple girl without a career or a success in your life. My intention was always to encourage you, not to make you feel anything less. Perhaps, failure is mine that after all the time we spent together, I couldn’t make you understand what you are for me and what I wished for you. I wished only best for you, I wished you achieve more success than me. I wished you do not make the same mistakes which I made. That was the only reason I always guided you and scolded you. May you find everything you ever wished for.”
He knew that both are made for each other, no one can make them happy as much as they can make each other. But, he had no words left to say as he was truly heart broken. She later realized it but, it was too late and had to end up living with the regret of a life time.


Moral: Only those who care for you will try to show you the right path by guiding you or even being harsh occasionally – only because they want the best for you. Think for a minute of your past and person who was part of your life then but not today, Where would you have been today if it was not for such person to be in your life? Let go of ego and anger because eventually, it will cost us what could be the most valuable part of our life.

Black or White

When I was in elementary school, I got into a major argument with a boy in my class. I have forgotten what the argument was about, but I have never forgotten the lesson I learned that day.




I was convinced that “I” was right and “he” was wrong – and he was just as convinced that “I” was wrong and “he” was right. The teacher decided to teach us a very important lesson.




She brought us up to the front of the class and placed him on one side of her desk and me on the other. In the middle of her desk was a large, round object. I could clearly see that it was black. She asked the boy what color the object was. “White,” he answered.







I couldn’t believe he said the object was white, when it was obviously black! Another argument started between my classmate and me, this time about the color of the object.




The teacher told me to go stand where the boy was standing and told him to come stand where I had been. We changed places, and now she asked me what the color of the object was. I had to answer, “White.”




It was an object with two differently colored sides, and from his viewpoint it was white. Only from my side it was black.






Moral : Sometimes we need to look at the problem from the other person’s view in order to truly nderstand his/her perspective.

A Moral Story : Until Death do us Apart

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions. She didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month, we both try to live as normal a life as possible. Her reason for this conditions were simple. Our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me. She had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last-minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office and jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind. I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, “I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart”.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.

My wife had been fighting cancer for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce. At least, in the eyes of our son— I’m a loving husband.

Moral: The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. And have a real happy marriage.

A Moral Story : Homeless Man

This evening as I was leaving Best Buy, I noticed this man going through the garbage can outside of the store. As I walked to my car I watched him as he reached in the garbage can and pulled out fast food trash bags and inspected all that was in the thrown away bags. He did this for several minutes. He would find a few fries in one bag and a bite or two of a hamburger in another bag. You can see the hamburger wrapper by his knee where he was placing the food items he’d found.

He never bothered anyone or tried to stop and beg for money as people entered and left the store. After he went through the entire trash can he neatly cleaned up the area and wrapped up the food he found in the dirty hamburger wrapper. My heart literally hurt for him. I am not someone who just hands out money or even helps homeless people because so many are not truly homeless. I don’t guess I’ve ever seen someone actually go through a garbage can to try to find food to eat.


Robin

I knew I had to help him. I got out of my car and asked him if I could buy him something to eat. He told me he would appreciate anything I could get him. He was on a bike and I told him if he’d follow me I’d buy him a meal at the fast food place around the block. He followed me and I bought him the biggest meal they had on the menu. The only request he gave me for his order was if I could get him a big glass of sweet tea to go with his meal!

When I brought him his food, he was so thankful. He told me his name was Robin and he’d been homeless ever since his sister died last September. He was trying to get off the streets, but it was so hard. I told him God loved him and I would pray for him. He told me again how much he appreciated the meal.

When I got back in my car, I drove off with such a heaviness in my heart for this man. I drove down the road and felt compelled to go back to help this man. When I came back he had finished his meal and was riding away. I pulled up beside him and asked him if there was any way I could help him. He told me not really. He never asked me for money. I asked him if I could buy him a few meals and put it on a gift card for him. He told me that would be so kind. I drove to McDonalds and bought him some meals and gave him a gift card.

He broke down crying. He told me that he prayed for me today! I wasn’t sure what he meant (I was assuming he was praying for me for what I did for him) so I thanked him. He said, “No, you don’t understand. I prayed that God would send someone to buy me a hot meal today… and he sent you!” I didn’t know what to say… I was speechless! Praying for a hot meal wasn’t a prayer I had prayed today! Come to think of it, that’s not a prayer I’ve ever prayed! I always pray over my food, but I’ve never prayed for a meal… its expected! I’ve never doubted that I wouldn’t be able to eat… Tears began to fill my eyes! Oh my… how blessed am I… Maybe God used me to answer this man’s prayer… to let him know that He cares for Him and knows what goes going through! But, maybe God used this man to show me just how blessed I am and what I take for granted…

He said, “You see, I have cancer!” He pulled up his shirt and pointed to a huge mass that was poking out from his stomach. He said said he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. I asked him if knew Jesus. He told me that he did. I asked if I could pray for him and he said that I could. We prayed right there on the sidewalk of McDonalds. Tears just poured from his eyes. He told me he knew that he was going to die and that he was ready to die. He was tired of being in pain and he would be better off dead because this was no life – living this way. I stayed and encouraged him for a few minutes trying to fight back my tears. My prayer is that I showed him the love of Jesus today… that something I said gave him a hope.

You see, everybody has a story! I know Robin’s story now… all because I felt compelled to help him… he ended up touching me today!

When I left him, I knew I had done what God wanted me to do! God put him in my path today… I know he did! I’ve never felt such a feeling to help someone as I did today. I was reminded again of how blessed I am! I have a vehicle that gets me from place to place, I have a roof over my head, clean clothes, money to buy a hot meal, running water, electricity, my health, a job, family, and friends! Sometimes God sends situations our way to remind us of how blessed we are! If you’ve read this far, please remember Robin in your prayers!

Yes, I have been blessed, God’s so good to me! Precious are His thoughts of you and me! There’s no way I could count them, there’s not enough time, so I’ll just thank Him for being so kind. God has been good, so good! I have been blessed!

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A Moral Story : Finding Happiness

Once a group of 50 people was attending a seminar.


Suddenly the speaker stopped and started giving each person a balloon. Each one was asked to write his/her name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.


Now these delegates were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within 5 minutes.


Everyone was frantically searching for their name, pushing, colliding with each other, and there was utter chaos.


At the end of 5 minutes, no one could find their own balloon.


Now each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it. Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.


The speaker began: This is exactly happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is. Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness, you will get your own happiness.

And this is the purpose of human life.

Moral : sometimes problem looks tough but answer is simpler.

A Moral Story : The Cockroach Theory for Self Development

At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady.

She started screaming out of fear.

With a panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.


Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky.

The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away but… it landed on another lady in the group.

Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.

The waiter rushed forward to their rescue. In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter.

The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt. When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.

Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behavior?

If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed? He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos.

It is not the cockroach, but the inability of those people to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach, that disturbed the ladies.

I realized that, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it’s my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.

It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.

More than the problem, it’s my reaction to the problem that creates chaos in my life.