TWO NICE STORIES :
(1) WATCH YOUR THOUGHTS! – STORY
A man was polishing his new car.
His 6 year old son picked up a stone and scratched lines on the side of the car.
The man got angry with the action of that boy.
In anger, the man took the child’s hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was using a wrench.
At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures.
When the child saw his father with the painful eyes he asked, ‘Dad when will my fingers grow back?’
The man was so hurt and speechless; he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times.
Devastated by his own actions…….sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches; the child had written ‘LOVE YOU DAD’.
The next day that man committed suicide.
Anger and Love have no limits.
Things are to be used and people are to be loved.
But the problem in today’s world is that, People are used and things are loved.
Let’s be careful to keep this thought in mind: Things are to be used in the service of lord and People are to be loved in relation to Krishna.
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits they become character;
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
Also read: CONQUERING THE MIND – STORY
(2) BAD LUCK OR GOOD LUCK? – STORY
In medieval China there once lived an old farmer, who had a weak, ailing horse for ploughing his field.
One day, the sickly horse ran away to the hills.
The farmer’s neighbours offered their sympathy to him: “Such rotten luck!” they exclaimed.
“Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?” mused the farmer.
A week later, the old horse returned, bringing with it a herd of wild horses from the hills.
This time, the neighbors swarmed around the farmer and congratulated him on his good luck. His reply however was the same: “Good luck? Bad luck? Who can tell?”
Sometime later, while trying to tame one of the wild horses, the farmer’s only son fell off its back and broke his leg.
Everyone thought this was bad luck. “Bad luck? Good luck? I don’t know,” said the farmer.
A few weeks later, the king’s army marched into the village and conscripted every able-bodied young man living there.
The farmer’s son, who was laid up with a broken leg was let off, for he was thought to be of no use to them.
Now what was this? Good luck or bad luck? Who can tell?
Things that seem adverse on the surface may actually be good in disguise. And something that seems to be attractive and ‘lucky’ may actually be harmful to our best interests.
The learned ones leave it to Lord to decide what is best for them.