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Dilbert.com July 8, 2000

“If you want to win over the adversaries or enemies, don’t lock head to head. Just grow out beyond their reaches. You will be ever victorious.”

We have to live with our friends and adversaries equally. It is an inevitable condition where we have to face criticism or conflicts in our work places or business and professional arena.

Don’t pull the matters farther where the personal egos are involved, it steals away what ever the little inner happiness we have, we can’t be complacent.

Just avoid the frivolous arguments which are of no use for our personal growth. Don’t hit the rival point repeatedly, our energies become wasted on such petty things and gradually our strength would be diluted. It hamper our journey towards success.

Often the personal egos obscure our vision of reasoning and intellect, where we become blind and lose our original path to travel upon.

Last week I happened to come across a story in old books. “Heracles the Greek mythological Hero was known for his super human strength and valour, one day he was going along a path, few minutes after he saw a small thing in Apple size lying down on the path. Although It was too insignificant to contradict and did not hinder his journey, he put his foot on it and bruised. At once it grew on double the size of the original. Heracles got wild and hit with his fist. It expanded still, he was infuriated and started hitting with his club. The more he hit the thing, it grew larger and larger to a size of mountain finally it stood across his path.

Suddenly from the sky, Athena the Angel of reasoning and intellect appeared before Heracles and said, ” Stop it Heracles, the thing you are hitting is the Spirit of Strife. The more you hit, more it grow larger. Leave it alone, it will subside on its own” he followed her words and resumed his journey.

This is one of the best anecdote to explain how the things or circumstances go beyond our control when kicked on small issues continuously. Even little things grow bigger and wipe out our peace of mind.

Hence be kindhearted, forgive the petty acts those done to you by others. The magnanimity of forgetting wrong deeds of others bestow you with pleasant and joyful mind

By C M Reddy

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I was walking my beagle, Snoopy the other evening while the last light of the setting sun colored the clouds purple and pink. I looked up to the sky and smiled. After a minute Snoopy started pulling at her leash. She was more than ready to head inside for a bowl of dog food and a bacon treat. I wasn’t quite ready to go in yet, however, so I knelt down and patted her head. I was waiting for my friends the Little Blinkers to appear.

It wasn’t long either before I saw them switching their lights on and off. They were fireflies, of course, also known as lightening bugs. Over all the years that I have lived here they have never failed to appear at this time during the Summer to do their mating dance of light and love. They have never failed to delight me. They have never failed to amaze me. They have never failed to make the world a little brighter. It has always been such a joy too knowing that God created such wonderful creatures that can shine their own light and make the dark meadows look like the starry skies above. They make me want to share my own light as well, even if it isn’t that bright and even if it does tend to blink now and then.

Robert Fulghum wrote, “I know some people who give off a lot of light. Because they have absorbed a lot of light themselves. They Shine.” I don’t know how much light I have absorbed over the years, but I do know that I won’t keep it hidden under a basket. I will shine it. I will share it. I will use it to bring as much goodness, love, joy, and wisdom into this world as I possibly can.

May you always shine your light as brightly as you can. May you always share it with others as well. Remember too that God doesn’t ask you to illuminate the whole world. He just wants you to make your little corner of it a bit brighter.

By Joseph J. Mazzella

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There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things in order, she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

“There’s one more thing,” she said excitedly.

“What’s that?” came the Pastor’s reply.

“This is very important,” the young woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

“That surprises you, doesn’t it?” the young woman asked.

“Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,” said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. “My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming…like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!”

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder “What’s with the fork?” Then I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork ..the best is yet to come.”

The Pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman goodbye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She knew that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman’s casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, “What’s with the fork?” And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.

 

Guideposts –  https://www.guideposts.org/why-do-people-say-keep-your-fork

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