Story : The Serial Pisser

Once upon a time in China, not so long ago, just a few years back there lived a street dog called “Serial Pisser”. Doors, street posts, legs, kids, plants, flowers… the list has no exceptions, the dog thought it could piss everywhere and anywhere.

Some wise people ignored it, feeling pity because it was after all a dog and it would do what it always do. The dog took advantage of it and started getting into others’ home and pissed.

Some people got frustrated and pelted stone at the dog. Some pulled it’s tail. It barked at them and some people have to walk away with it’s stink. But that had no effect on the dog’s behaviour what so ever.

One fine day it entered a house and never returned. Poor dog didn’t notice the electric socket.

MORAL: When you know someone is a moron, do not waste your time. Be wise. Someday, morons will earn what they deserve for their deeds by themselves. We need not do anything. Just stay away from them.

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– Din

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Story : Would you call it Smart?

A local Primary school was visited by the Government School Inspector who was there to check that teachers were performing well in their respective classes.

She was very impressed with one particular teacher. The Inspector noticed that each time the class teacher asked a question, every child in the class put up their hands enthusiastically to answer it. More surprisingly, whilst the teacher chose a different child to answer the questions each time, the answers were always correct.

The inspector was accompanied by the school Principal, who got struck by surprise. Because he knew that the class has average students whom he sure would not know the answers for all the questions.

But how did they answer every time? The puzzle Principal asked the teacher and got stunned by his smart thinking.

The children were instructed to ALL raise their hands whenever a question was asked. It did not matter whether they knew the answer or not.

If they did not know the answer, however, they would raise their LEFT hand.

If they knew the answer, they would raise their RIGHT hand.

The class teacher would choose a different child each time, but always the ones who had their RIGHT hand raised.

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Moral: Would you call it Smart?

Story : Poverty Cannot Limit Love

A very poor man lived with his wife.

One day, his wife, who had very long hair asked him to buy her a comb for her hair to grow well and to be well-groomed.

The man felt very sorry and said no. He explained that he did not even have enough money to fix the strap of his watch he had just broken. She did not insist on her request.

The man went to work and passed by a watch shop, sold his damaged watch at a low price and went to buy a comb for his wife. He came home in the evening with the comb in his hand ready to give to his wife.

He was surprised when he saw his wife with a very short haircut.

She had sold her hair and was holding a new watch band.

Tears flowed simultaneously from their eyes, not for the futility of their actions, but for the reciprocity of their love.

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Courtesy and Credits: Unknown Author

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Story : The Cockroach Lesson

Suddenly, a cockroach flew from somewhere and sat on her. I wondered if this was the cockroach’s response to all the glory that was spoken about it! She started screaming out of fear. With panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started doing jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach. Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group got cranky to what was happening. The lady finally managed to push the cockroach to 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 and threw it out with his fingers.

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 the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.

I realized even in my case then, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss that disturbs me, but its 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 hurts me.

Story : Remember the Duck! Forgive Yourself!

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with, but only in the woods. He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back to dinner.

As he was walking back, he saw grandma’s pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let it fly, and hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved. In a panic, he hid the dead duck in a woodpile only to see his sister watching. Sally had seen it all, but said nothing.

After lunch that day Grandma said, “Sally, let’s wash the dishes.” But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen today didn’t you Johnny?” And then she whispered to him, “Remember the duck?” So Johnny did the dishes.

Later, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing, and Grandma said, “I’m sorry, but I need Sally to help make supper.” But Sally smiled and said, “Well, that’s all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help.” And she whispered again, “Remember the duck?” So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed home.

After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally’s, he finally couldn’t stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he killed the duck. She knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, “Sweetheart, I know that. But because I love you, I forgive you. But I was wondering just how long would you let Sally make a slave of you.”

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Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done? And the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc…)whatever it is.You need to know that:

God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life… He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He’s just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.. The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness. He not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by God’s grace and mercy that we are saved. Go ahead and make the difference in someone’s life today.