This blog will hopefully inspire you, warm your heart, make you smile and feel positive.

Changing Seat

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On a flight from Johannesburg, a middle-aged, well-off white South African lady has found herself sitting next to a black man. She called the cabin crew attendant over to complain about her seating.

“What seems to be the problem Madam?” asked the attendant.

“Can’t you see?” she said, “You’ve sat me next to a black man. I can’t possibly sit next to this disgusting human. Find me another seat!”

“Please calm down, Madam,” the stewardess replied. “The flight is very full today, but I’ll go and check to see if we have any seats available in club or first class.”
The woman cocks a snooty look at the outraged black man beside her.

A few minutes later the stewardess returned with the good news, “Madam, unfortunately, as I suspected, economy is full. I’ve spoken to the cabin services director, and club is also full. However, we do have one seat in first class.”

Before the lady had a chance to answer, the stewardess continued, “It is most extraordinary to make this kind of upgrade and I have had to get special permission from the captain. But, given the circumstances, the captain felt that it was outrageous that someone should be forced to sit next to such an obnoxious person.”

Having said that, the stewardess turned to the black man sitting next to the lady, and said: “So if you’d like to get your things, sir, I have your seat ready for you in the first class.”

At which point, apparently the surrounding passengers stood and gave a standing ovation while the black man walked up to the front of the plane.

Pawel Kuczynski, a Polish artist has worked in satirical illustration specializing in thought-provoking images that make his audience question their everyday lives. His subjects deal with everything from poverty to social media and politics. All of them have a very distinct message if you look closely enough.

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Source: Inspire Amaze

Flying Like A Bird

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Sam had always wished that he could fly like a bird. He did not understand why he could not fly. There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly.

One day in the park, Sam met another little boy who was crippled. He saw the little boy who could not walk or run playing in the sandbox. He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a bird.

“No,” said the little boy. “But I have wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other children.”

“That is very sad”, Sam said. “Do you think we can be friends?”

“Sure,” said the little boy.

They played for hours till evening. At the end, Sam said to his new friend, “Although I can’t fly like a bird, but you can.”

Sam then turned around and told the little boy to slide up onto his back. He then began to run across the grass. Faster and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Harder and harder he ran across the park. Soon the wind just whistled across the two little boys’ faces.

At this time, the little boy’s father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son. He began to cry as he watched his beautiful little son flapping his arms up and down in the wind, all the while yelling at the top of his voice, “I’m flying! Dad, I’m flying!”

Help others achieve their dreams and you will achieve yours.

Treasure What You Have

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A boy was born to a couple after years of marriage. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy playfully went to the medicine bottle and fascinated with its colour, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child showed signs of poisoning, the mother took him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw his dead son, he looked at his wife and uttered just three words.

What were those three words? What will you say if you are the husband?

The husband just said, “I love you.”

The child was dead. He could never be brought back to life. There was no point in finding fault with his wife. The wife had also lost her own child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy. That was what he gave her.

We spend time asking who is responsible or whom to blame, we miss out the warmth in human relationship to give each other support. If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in this world.

My heart goes out to the people in Israel and Palestine, also to the families of all the MH17 victims.

Triple Filter Test

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In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met Socrates and said, “Do you know what I just heard about your friend?”

“Hold on a minute,” Socrates replied. “Before telling me anything I’d like you to pass the Triple Filter Test.”

“Triple filter?”

“That’s right,” Socrates continued. “Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you’re going to say. That’s why I call it the Triple Filter Test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”

“No,” the man said, “actually I just heard about it and …”

“All right,” said Socrates. “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?”

“No, on the contrary …”

“So,” Socrates continued, “you want to tell me something bad about my friend, but you’re not certain it’s true. You may still pass the test though, because there’s one filter left: the filter of usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?”

“No, not really …”

“Well,” concluded Socrates, “if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?”

The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. It is not living that matters, but living rightly.
- Socrates

Growing Good Corns

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Once upon a time there was a farmer who grew award winning corn. Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon. One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew the corns. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his corn seeds with his neighbours.

“How can you afford to share your best corn seeds with your neighbours when they are entering their corns in competition with yours each year?” the reporter asked.

“Why sir,” said the farmer, “didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corns and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbours grow inferior corns, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corns. If I am to grow good corns, I must help my neighbours grow good corns.”

He is very much aware of the connectedness of life. His corns cannot improve unless his neighbour’s corns also improve.

So it is in other dimensions. Those who choose to live well must help others to live well, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others to find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.

If we are to grow good corns, we must help our neighbours grow good corns.

Grandpa’s Table

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A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandpa’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. His son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.

“We must do something about Grandfather,” said the son. “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.”

So his son and daughter-in-law set a small table in the corner. There, Grandpa ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandpa had broken a couple of dishes, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandpa’s direction, sometimes he had tears in his eyes as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old grandson watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?”

Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless but felt a sense of bitterness. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the son took Grandpa’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For his remaining days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither his son nor daughter-in-law seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

Life is about people connecting with people, and making a positive difference. Take care of yourself and those you love, today and everyday.

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