There was once a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that everytime he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into that fence.
Finally, the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say, I'm sorry, the wound is still there." A verbal wound is as bad as a physical wound.
A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wisest man lived. Rather than finding a saintly man, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man's attention.
The wise man listened attentively to the boy's explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn't have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours. "Meanwhile I want to ask you to do something," said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. "As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill".
The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was. "Well", asked the wise man, did you see the persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library? The boy was embarrased, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him. Then go back and observe the marvels of my world, said the wise man. "You cannot trust a man if you don't know his house".
Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he narrated in detail everything he had seen. "But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?" asked the wise man. Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.
"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you," said the wisest of wise man. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon".
Height of astonishment: A thief hiding in a police station!
Height of stupidity: A man telling his mirror "What is the reason man that you look like me??"
Height of minuteness: A pimple on the dimple on the right cheek of an ant!
Height of courage: A man standing on a railway track and telling the approaching train "Let's face each other"!
Height of generosity: A rich man giving a sleeveless shirt with its front and back missing to a beggar!
Height of desperation: A one handed man clinging to a cliff with back itching!
Height of obedience: A servant waking up his master from a sound sleep to give him sleeping pills!
Height of frustation: A friendly well wishing neighbour ringing a doorbell at 12 midnight to wish "Have a good sleep"!
Of atoms the tree is made, of words the story is made, of bricks the building is made, of steps the journey is made, of minutes the life is made, of drops the ocean is made, of acts the habit is made, of habits the character is made and of people the world is made.
Then consider creating it atom by atom, writing it word by word, building it brick by brick, living it minute by minute, filling it drop by drop, developing it act by act and doing it one by one for the greatest things in this world are made of the smallest ones......
After his death, a man was once taken to see both heaven and hell. In hell, there were a lot of people sitting around a table, on which was laid a sumptuous feast. But everyone was starving and crying out in anguish for their arms were much too long to convey the food to their mouths.
He was then taken to heaven where there was an identical scene.....people sitting around a sumptuous feast. Here again their arms were too long to feed themselves. But there was no starvation and everyone was satisfied. They were all busy feeding one another!!
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