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Sand and Stone

Two friends were walking through a desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, he wrote in the sand, “Today my best friend slapped me in the face.”

They kept walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but his friend saved him.

After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: “Today my best friend saved my life.”

The friend, who had stopped and saved his best friend, asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and now, you write on a stone, why?”

The other friend replied, “When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand, where the winds of forgiveness can erase it, but when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone, so no wind can ever erase it.”

Learn to write your hurts in the sand, and to carve your benefits from others in stone. It takes minutes to find a special friend, hours to appreciate them, days to love them, but an entire life to forget them.

Take the time to live. Do not value the things you have in your life, but value who you have in your life.


Golden Rules for Living


If you open it, close it.

If you turn it on, turn it off.

If you unlock it, lock it up.

If you break it, admit it.

If you can’t fix it, call in someone who can.

If you borrow it, return it.

If you value it, take care of it.

If you make a mess, clean it up.

If you move it, put in back.

If it belongs to someone else and you want to use it, get permission.

If you don’t know how to operate it, leave it alone.

If it’s none of your business, don’t ask questions.

If it isn’t broken, don’t fix it.

If it will brighten someone’s day, say it.

If it will tarnish someone’s reputation, keep it to yourself.

Heaven and Hell

The old monk sat by the side of the road. With his eyes closed, his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap. In deep meditation, he sat.

He was suddenly interrupted by the harsh and demanding voice of a samurai warrior. “Old man! Teach me about heaven and hell!”

Gradually the old monk began to open his eyes and saw the samurai stood in front of him, growing more and more agitated with each passing second.

“You wish to know the secrets of heaven and hell?” replied the monk. “You who are so unkempt. You whose hands and feet are covered with dirt. You whose hair is uncombed, whose breath is foul, whose sword is all rusty and neglected. You who are ugly and whose mother dresses you funny. You would ask me of heaven and hell?”

The samurai uttered a vile curse. He drew his sword and raised it high above his head. His face turned to crimson, and the veins on his neck stood out in bold relief as he prepared to sever the monk’s head from his shoulders.

“That’s hell,” said the old monk gently, just as the sword began its descent.

In that second, the samurai was overcome with amazement, awe, compassion and love for this gentle being who had dared to risk his life to give him such as lesson. He stopped his sword in mid-flight and his eyes filled with grateful tears.

“And that,” said the monk, “is heaven.”

Consider This

Consider this:

During its first year of business, Coca-Cola sold only 400 Cokes.

Basketball superstar Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team.

Sheila Holzworth lost her sight when she was only 10 years old. The orthodontic headgear that was attached to her braces snapped and gouged her eyes. Despite her lack of sight, she went on to become an internationally known athlete whose accomplishments include climbing to the icy summit of Mount Rainer in 1981.

After Thomas Carlyle lent the manuscript of “The French Revolution” to a friend whose servant carelessly used it to kindle a fire, he calmly went to work and re-wrote it.

Winston Churchill was unable to gain admittance to the prestigious Oxford or Cambridge universities because he “was weak in the classics”.

In 1962, four young women wanted to start a professional singing career. They began performing in their church and doing small concerts. Then they recorded their first record. It was a flop. The second, third, fourth, fifth and on through their ninth recordings were all failures. Early in 1964, they were booked for The Dick Clark Show. He barely paid enough to meet expenses and no contracts resulted from their national exposure. Later that summer, they recorded “Where Did Our Love Go?” This song raced to the top of the charts, and Diana Ross and the Supremes gained national recognition and prominence as a musical sensation.

In 1905, the University of Bern turned down a doctoral dissertation as being irrelevant and fanciful. The young physics student who wrote the dissertation was Albert Einstein, who was disappointed but not defeated.

A Small Way to Help

Hal was afflicted with a slowly progressive disease of the motor nerves, affecting first his right arm and leg, and then his other side. He couldn’t walk properly but he still drove to and from work each day, with the aid of special equipment installed in his car.

It was raining when he started home that night; gusty winds and slashing rain beat down on the car as he drove slowly down one of the less-traveled roads. Suddenly the steering wheel jerked in his hands and the car swerved violently to the right. In the same instant he heard the dreaded bang of a blowout. He fought the car to a stop on the rain-slick shoulder of the road and sat there as the enormity of the situation swept over him. It was impossible for him to change that tire.

He remembered that a short distance up a little side road was a house. He started the engine and thumped slowly along, keeping well over on the shoulder until he came to the dirt road and arrived at the house. He pulled into the driveway and honked the horn.

The door opened and a little girl stood there, peering at him. He rolled down the window and called out that he had a flat tire and needed someone to change it for him because he had a crutch and couldn’t do it himself.

The little girl went into the house and a moment later came out bundled in raincoat and hat, followed by a man. Hal felt a bit sorry for the man and little girl working so hard in the storm while he sat inside the car comfortable and dry. The rain seemed to be slackening a bit, and Hal rolled down the window to watch. It seemed that they were really slow. Hal heard the clank of metal from the back of the car and the little girl said, “Here’s the jack-handle, Grandpa.” She was answered by the murmur of the man’s lower voice and the slow tilting the car as it was jacked up.

There followed a long interval of noises, jolts and low conversation from the back of the car, but finally it was done. Hal felt the car bump as the jack was removed, and he heard the slam of the trunk lid, and then they were standing at his car window.

Grandpa was an old man, stooped and frail-looking under his slicker. The little girl was about eight, with a merry face and a wide smile as she looked up.

Grandpa said, “This a bad night for car trouble, but you’re all set now.”

“Thanks,” Hal said, “how much do I owe you?”

Grandpa shook his head. “Nothing. Cynthia told me you were on crutches. Glad to be of help. I know you’d do the same for me. There’s no charge, friend.”

Hal held out a ten-dollar bill. “No! I like to pay my way.”

Grandpa made no effort to take it and the little girl stepped closer to the window and said quietly, “Grandpa can’t see it.”

A blind man and a child, fumbling, feeling with cold, wet fingers for bolts and tools in the dark, just changed a tire for him.

Nobody Told Him He Couldn’t Do It

When Kathy’s son Joey was born, his feet were twisted upward with the bottoms resting on his tummy. The doctor said Joey had been born with club feet and assured Kathy that with treatment Joey would be able to walk normally, but would probably never run very well. The first three years of his life, Joey spent in surgery, casts and braces. His legs were massaged, worked and exercised. By the time he was seven, he could walk normally.

However, if he walked great distances, he complained that his legs were tired and that they hurt. Kathy didn’t tell him why his legs hurt and why they were weak. She didn’t tell him that he probably wouldn’t be able to run as well as the other children. So he didn’t know.

In seventh grade Joey decided to go out for the cross-country team. Every day he trained with the team. He seemed to work harder and run more than any of the others. The team runners are the top seven runners of the school. Although the entire team runs, it is only these seven who will have potential to score points for the school. Kathy didn’t tell Joey he probably would never make the team, so he didn’t know.

Joey continued to run four to five miles a day, every day. He once had a 103-degree fever and he couldn’t stay home because he had cross-country practice. Kathy worried about him all day. She went out to the cross-country training area and found Joey was running along the side of a long tree-lined street, by himself. Kathy pulled up alongside of him and drove slowly to keep pace with him as he ran. She asked how he felt. “Okay,” he said. He only had two more miles to go. As the sweat rolled down his face, his eyes were glassy from his fever. Kathy never told him he couldn’t run four miles with a 103-degree fever. So he didn’t know.

Two weeks later, the names of the team runners were called. Joey was number 6 on the list. He had made the team. He was in seventh grade while the other six team members were all eight-graders. Nobody told him he couldn’t do it, so he didn’t know. And he just did it.

I Can’t Accept Not Trying

I never looked at the consequences of missing a big shot. Why? Because when you think about the consequences you always think of a negative result.

Some people got frozen by that fear of failure. They get it from peers or from just thinking about the possibility of a negative result. They might be afraid of looking bad or being embarrassed. I realized that if I was going to achieve anything in life I had to be aggressive. I had to get out there and go for it. I don’t believe you can achieve anything by being passive. I’m not thinking about anything except what I’m trying to accomplish. Any fear is an illusion. You think something is standing in your way, but nothing is really there. What is there is an opportunity to do your best and gain some success. If it turns out my best isn’t good enough, then at least I’ll never be able to look back and say I was too afraid to try. Failure always made me try harder the next time.

That’s why my advice has always been to “think positive” and find fuel in any failure. Sometimes failure actually just gets you closer to where you want to be. If I’m trying to solve a problem, every time I try something that doesn’t work, I’m getting closer to finding the answer. The greatest inventions in the world had hundreds of failures before the answers were found.

I think fear sometimes comes from a lack of focus or concentration. If I had stood at the free-throw line and thought about 10 million people watching me on the other side of the camera lens, I couldn’t have made anything. So I mentally tried to put myself in a familiar place. I thought about all those times I shot free throws in practice and went through the same motion, the same technique that I had used thousands of times. You forget about the outcome. You know you are doing the right things. So you relax and perform. After that you can’t control anything anyway. It’s out of your hands, so don’t worry about it.

I approached practices the same way I approached games. You can’t turn it on and off like a faucet. I couldn’t dog it during practice and then, when I needed that extra push late in the game, expect it to be there. But that’s how a lot of people approach things. And that’s why a lot of people fail. They sound like they’re committed to being the best they can be. They say all the right things, make all the proper appearances. But when it comes right down to it, they’re looking for excuses instead of answers. If you’re trying to achieve, there will be roadblocks. I’ve had them; everybody has had them.

Bet obstacles don’t have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it.

– Michael Jordan