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Poems
You were born with potential
You were born with goodness and trust
You were born with ideals and dreams
You were born with greatness
You were born with wings
You are not meant for crawling so don’t
You have wings…
Learn to use them and fly
—Rumi
The best thing to give your enemy is forgiveness,
To an opponent, tolerance
To a friend, your heart
To your child, a good example
To your father, deference
To your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you
To yourself, respect
To all men, charity
Make giving a way of life
It is after all what source and nature do eternally
I’ve heard it said about nature that trees bend low with ripened fruit
Clouds hang down with gentle rain
Noble men bow graciously
This is the way of generous things
—Swami Sivananda
Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
Weep, and you weep alone,
For the brave old earth must borrow its mirth;
It has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer,
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes rebound to a joyful sound
And shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you,
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not want your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many,
Be sad, and you lose them all;
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded,
Fast, and the world goes by,
Forget and forgive? It helps you live,
But no man can help you die!
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But, one by one, we must all march on,
Through the narrow aisle of pain.
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Cookie Thief
by Valerie Cox
A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops.
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be.
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye."
With each cookie she took, he took one too,
When only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other,
She snatched it from him and thought... oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude,
Why he didn't even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
The others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
Short Stories
The Two Strangers
Two Strangers come to a village and they visit with a wise man. The first one goes and says, “You know I am thinking of settling down in this village, can you tell me what kind of people live here?” And the wise man says, “Tell me what kind of people lived in the place you are coming from.” He says, “They are all rogues and criminals and cheats and bigots and ethnocentric and I couldn’t stand them.” The wise man says “You know the exact kind of people live here.” And then the other man comes to the same wise man and asks, “You know I am thinking of settling here what kind of people live here?” The old man says, “What kind of people lived in the place you are coming from?” The man replied, “They were the sweetest people in the world, they were the most compassionate the most giving the most grateful.” The old man said, “Exactly those people live here.”
So where ever we go , there we are.
Two Wolves
An old Cherokee chief is teaching his grandson about life:
"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.
"One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego.
"The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope,serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.
"This same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"
The old chief simply replied, "The one you feed."