Little Girl and her plant- story

 

 

A little girl was enjoying the beauty of the garden in her home. Her father had a good collection of rare and exotic plants. He grew them with tender care.

The girl was fascinated by a plant full of fine and fragrant flowers. She went near the plant and enjoyed its beauty and the fragrance of its fine flowers. Suddenly she noted that the plant was growing in a heap of filth. She could not tolerate the presence of dirt at the bottom of the plant with such fantastic flowers.

She conceived a plan to clean the plant. She pulled the plant with all her might and uprooted it. She then carried it to the tap and washed the shoot and roots in running tap-water till all traces of dirt were washed away. She then placed the plant on a clean stone and went away, thinking that she had done a great deed indeed.

Later her father came to the garden and saw the uprooted plant. Its flowers and leaves had wilted and the plant had almost died in the scorching sun. His little daughter ran to him to exhibit her achievement. “I have cleaned it, Daddy”, she reported innocently. “It was placed in dirty soil. Now it is clean.”

The father showed her how her treatment had almost killed the plant. He told her that he had collected the filthy soil and placed it to cover the plant’s roots as it was the best medium to grow that plant. It could grow up healthily and produce fine flowers only if grown in filthy soil. She was sad that the plant had suffered and withered by her cleaning.

Flash:

Pain, poverty and illness may cause agony in our life. Sight of successful persons may make us depressed and envious. A great gardener mixes the right soil for each plant. In the same way God provides each of us with the best environment required for optimum spiritual growth. But it may appear to be unpleasant to us and we may even complain to God about our plight.
– – – written by Angel

 

 

Cox of Kisses and other stories

 

 

 

A Box of Kisses………………….

 

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. 

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the gold box was empty. Annoyed, he said to his daughter, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s suppose to be something inside the box? A box isn’t a present!” The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “But Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you Daddy.” The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. 

It is told that the man kept the gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

 

Father and Son…………………

 

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 
years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window. 

The Father asked his Son, “What is this?” 

The Son replied “It is a crow”. 

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?” 

The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”. 

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, 

What is this?” 

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when 
he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”. 

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, “What is 
this?” 

This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the 
same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT 
IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?” 

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old 
tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening 
a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the 
following words were written in the diary :- 

“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a 
crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I 
replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each 
time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not 
at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”. 

While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had 
felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when 
today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt 
irritated and annoyed. 

So.. 

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a 
burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and 
kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I 
want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I 
was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me. 

They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to 
make me a person presentable in the society today”. 

Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will 
say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

 

For my syster……………….

 

The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. 

The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.’ 

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, 

are you sure I don’t have enough money?” 

The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” 

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. 

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. 

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 

‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. 

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’ 

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. 

But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’ 

His eyes were so sad while saying this. ‘My Sister has gone to be with God. 
Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” 

My heart nearly stopped. 

The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. 
I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.’ 

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. 
He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me.’ 

‘I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.’ 

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. 

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” 

‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough..’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. 
There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. 

The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money!’ 

Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough 
money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!” 

‘I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. 
But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” 

‘My mommy loves white roses.’ 

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. 

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. 

I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. 

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young 

woman and a little girl. 

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. 

Was this the family of the little boy? 

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. 

I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. 

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. 

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. 

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

 

 

Story- Stone on the Road

One day a farmer, walking down the street in a small town came across a large stone in the middle of his path. The farmer complained: “Who could be so careless as to leave such a big stone on the road? Why does someone not remove it?” He went away complaining.

The next day, the same thing happened with a milkman. He too went away grumbling but left the stone as it was. Then one day, a student came across the stone. Worried that some¬one may fall over it and hurt himself, he decided to push it aside. He pushed long and hard all by himself and eventually managed to remove the stone from the path. He came back and noticed a piece of paper where the stone was kept. He picked the paper and opened it. Inside was written, “You are the true wealth of this nation.”

There are two kinds of people – talkers and doers. Talkers merely talk, while doers do. The moral of this story is that if you don’t want to get involved you have no right to criticise. Become the change you wish to see in this world.
Service to society is the rent we pay for the space we occupy on this earth

 

story of Nandanaar

The story of Nandanar

 

When there is a will there is a way.  If you have real trust and faith in god he will pave way for you. example of Prahlad and meera are there. The life story of kanchi paramacharya, shirdi sai baba , ramana maharishi, are full of such stories when he had helped his devotees with  asking. Here is a story from south india which is not popular  in north india

                         

 

Nandanar was a great Harijan (so-called untouchable) devotee of the Lord of Chidambaram. The rigid caste-ridden norms of those times precluded him from entering temples though he earnestly longed to do so and was all the time praying to the Lord to give him darshan

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Story of two wolves

You might have heard the story about the two wolves. If not, here is the refresher.

The old man told his son that a battle between two wolves inside each one of us goes on all the times. First wolf is the Evil character wolf; it produces germs of anger, envy, sorrow, greed, arrogance, stress, lies and tension in our minds. Whereas, the second one is Good character wolf; it generates the energy for hope, peace, happiness, truth, generosity and ethics in our mind, heart and soul. The son asked, so who wins the battle? The old man replied, the one which you feed more!

The story has a superb driving force motivating us to do our self audit. The question is that which wolf we feed daily and how much? If we surround ourselves in negative character people, do back biting, leg pulling, learning tricks to deceive people and talk pessimist events or ideas then definitely we are strengthening the Evil Wolf. On the contrary, if we spend our times with nice and positive people, read good books, focus on solutions, and assist people in resolving their problems then we are encouraging the Good Wolf to overcome the Evil one. In the long run, the Wolf represents our character because eventually our character gets moulded either in to a Good Wolf or Evil Wolf.   

 

Donkey in the Well

Old story but sometimes its good to refresh life lessons 🙂

One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well.

The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally he decided the animal was old, hat the well needed to be covered anyway and that it just wasn’t worth retrieving the donkey.

So he invited all his neighbours to come over and help him.

They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.

At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly.

Then, to everyone’s amazement, he quietened down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well and was astonished at what he saw.

With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer’s neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.

Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off !

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up.

 

make a difference

 

Make a Difference It might sound like a cliche, but the smallest kind gesture can make the biggest difference in someone’s life. Read this one… My day started just like all the other days for the past 15 years where I get up, make some coffee, shower, get dressed and leave for the train station at preciously 7:35 A.M. to arrive at work by 8:30. While on the train I would always choose a seat away from the crowd so I can read the newspaper in peace and quiet. At work I am always being bombarded with questions from coworkers, suppliers, telephone and then those dreaded meetings so the last thing I need is some stranger to sit beside me and make small talk. I don’t know why but for some reason when I got on the train today it was unusually full, something I don’t recall ever happening in the past. With hesitation I sat down in the only seat available beside a middle aged man that had his head down and seemed to be lost in his thoughts. I was glad that he didn’t notice when I sat next to him as he just continued to look down towards the floor. Shortly after the train left for my 30 minute ride downtown I found myself wondering what this man was thinking about. What could be so important that he didn’t even see me sit next to him? I tried to forget about it and started to read my paper. However, for some strange reason this “inner voice” kept prompting me to talk to this man. I tried to ignore the “voice” as there was no way I was starting a conversation with a complete stranger. As you probably guessed I eventually broke down and came up with an excuse to ask him a question. When he raised his head and turned his eyes towards me I could see that he must have been really upset as he had red eyes and still had some tears rolling down the side of his face despite his feeble attempt to wipe them away. I can’t describe the sadness I felt seeing someone in so much pain. We talked for about 20 minutes and in the end he seemed to be doing better. As we were leaving the train he thanked me profusely for being an angel by taking the time to talk. I never did find out what was making his heart so heavy with pain but was glad I listened to the “voice” that day. Several weeks had passed when I noticed an envelope on my desk after returning from lunch. It was not addressed to anyone and only had the word “Angel” written on it. My receptionist attached a note saying a gentleman dropped it off saying he did not know my name but had described me well enough that the receptionist knew it was for me. When I read the note inside the envelope I was so filled with emotions that I couldn’t contain myself. It was a letter from the man I met on the train thanking me again for talking to him and saving his life that day. Apparently he had some very hurtful personal problems that were so overwhelming he was planning to take his life that day. In his letter he went on to explain that he was a religious person and in desperation screamed out to god that if god really cared about him he would send someone to prevent him from taking his life. In his eyes I was that someone, that Angel sent by God.

Help with my garden- nice story

 

 

Help With The Garden Here’s a story with a little humor that we thought you might enjoy 🙂 Help with the Garden An old Italian man lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was very hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament: “Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days. Love, Papa” A few days later he received a letter from his son. “Dear Papa, Don’t dig up that garden. That’s where the bodies are buried. Love, Vinnie” At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son. “Dear Papa, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances. Love you, Vinnie”

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Fourth Apple Cute story

A teacher teaching Maths to seven-year-old Laiq asked him, “If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?”Within a few seconds Laiq replied confidently, “Four!”

The dismayed teacher was expecting an effortless correct answer (three).  She was disappointed.  “Maybe the child did not listen properly,” she thought.  She repeated, “Laiq, listen carefully.  If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?”

Laiq had seen the disappointment on his teacher’s face.  He calculated again on his fingers.  But within him he was also searching for the answer that will make the teacher happy.  His search for the answer was not for the correct one, but the one that will make his teacher happy.  This time hesitatingly he replied, “Four…”

The disappointment stayed on the teacher’s face.  She remembered that Laiq liked strawberries.  She thought maybe he doesn’t like apples and that is making him loose focus.  This time with an exaggerated excitement and twinkling in her eyes she asked, “If I give you one strawberry and one strawberry and one strawberry, then how many you will have?”

Seeing the teacher happy, young Laiq calculated on his fingers again.  There was no pressure on him, but a little on the teacher.  She wanted her new approach to succeed.  With a hesitating smile young Laiq enquired, “Three?”

The teacher now had a victorious smile.  Her approach had succeeded.  She wanted to congratulate herself.  But one last thing remained.  Once again she asked him, “Now if I give you one apple and one apple and one more apple how many will you have?”

Promptly Laiq answered, “Four!”

The teacher was aghast.  “How Laiq, how?” she demanded in a little stern and irritated voice.

In a voice that was low and hesitating young Laiq replied, “Because I already have one apple in my bag.”

“When someone gives you an answer that is different from what you expect don’t think they are wrong.  There maybe an angle that you have not understood at all. You will have to listen and understand, but never listen with a predetermined notion.”

 

A Cute Story

 

He realized and promised God

not to repeat such things again.

 

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A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. 

The girl had some sweets with her.
The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. 

The girl agreed. 

The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and 

gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.

 

That night, the girl slept peacefully. 

 

But the boy couldn’ sleep as he kept wondering

 

if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.

 

Moral of the story:  
If you don’ give your hundred percent in a relationship, 

you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given

 his/her hundred percent.

GOOD CONDUCTOR – STORY

 

 

 

 

  
Must Read 

Once there was a bus conductor, who was very rude to his passengers.

One day a beautiful young girl, of around 18 years,tried to board the bus, but he didn’t stop the bus.

Unfortunately the beautiful young girl came under the bus and died on the spot. Angry passengers took the conductor to the police station, who in turn took him to the court.

The judge was not at all impressed with him and gave him capital punishment.

He was taken to the electrocution chamber. There was a single chair in the center of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of the room. The conductor was strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given to him. But to everyone’s amazement, he survived. The judge decided to set him free, and he returned to his profession.

After a few months, this time, a good looking middle aged woman tried to board the bus but the conductor didn’t stop the bus. Unfortunately, this time also, the good looking middle aged woman came under the bus and died on the spot.

Again angry passengers took him to the police station, who in turn took him to the court. The judge took one look at the conductor and gave him capital punishment. The Bus conductor was taken to the same electrocution chamber where there was a single chair in the center of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of the room. He was strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given to him. This time also, to everyone’s amazement, he survived. The judge decided to set him free, and he returned to his profession.

A couple of months later, an elderly gentleman tried to board the bus.

This time the Bus conductor, remembering his earlier experiences, stopped the bus. Unfortunately the elderly gentleman slipped and died due to his
injuries. The conductor was taken to the police station and then to the court, to the same judge. Though he hadn’t done anything wrong, but considering his past record the judge decided to set an example and gave him capital punishment.

The Bus conductor was again taken to the same electrocution chamber where there was a single chair in the center of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of the room. He was strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given to him.

This time he died instantly !!!!!!!!!!!

The question is why didn’t he die on the first two occasions, but died instantly the third time??

Try to solve it yourselves. This is rather interesting and answer is perfectly logical. If necessary read the puzzle once again.

Still couldn’t? Then see below………

Think hard

C’mon ………….

Tired….?

Wanna know the answer????

Ok…….. here is the Answer…………

During the first two times, the conductor was a Bad Conductor, therefore electricity didn’t pass through him. But during the third time, he was a good conductor, so electricity passed through him freely and he died !!!!

 

Tale of Two Brothers

This is a story of two brothers. One was a drug addict and a drunkard who frequently beat up his family. The other one was a very successful businessman who was respected in society and had a wonderful family. Some people wanted to find out why two brothers from the same parents, brought up in the same environment, could be so different.

 

The first one was asked, “How come you do what you do? You are a drug addict, a drunk, and you beat your family. Whatmotivates you?” He said, “My father.” They asked, “What about your father?” The reply was, “My father was a drug addict, a drunk and he beat his family. What do you expect me to be? That is what I am.”

 

They went to the brother who was doing everything right and asked him the same question. “How come you are doing everything right ? What is your source of motivation?” And guess what he said? “My father. When I was a little boy, I used to see my dad drunk and doing all the wrong things. I made up my mind, that is not what I wanted to be.”

Both were deriving their strength and motivation from the same source, but one was using it negatively and the other positively….