Two men were seriously ill. They occupied the same room in the hospital. One of them lay in the bed near the only window in their room. Every day he was allowed to spend some time sitting up in his bed to help drain the fluid from lungs. The other man was forced to spend all his days flat on his back.
They talked a lot about their life, families, jobs, vacations. Every time, when the first man was sitting by the window, he described in detail all that he could see outside the window. His room mate always looked for those moments, when his world was broadened and brightened up by the world outside. Amazing views of a park with a beautiful lake could be seen from the window of their room. Children delightfully played among ducks and swans. Couples walked arm in arm among colourful flowers. Also the stunning city skyline could be seen.
While the man by the window described all that was happenning outside the window, his room mate would close his eyes and imagine all the beautiful scenes of life that were told to him.
One morning the man, whose bed was near the window, had died peacefully in his sleep. His room mate was very sad.
After some time, when the nurse came to visit him, he asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse agreed and kindly made the switch. When she left, the man slowly and painfully propped himself up on one elbow and took the first look at the world outside. He was stunned. The window faced a blank wall.
When the nurse came to visit him the next time, he told her about beautiful things outside the window that his room mate had described to him. The nurse replied that his room mate was a blind man.
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Saturday, 24 May 2014
Inspirational story
Once upon a time, there was an unfortunate poor man. His home was also very poor – a small and empty house, where mice made their nests and spiders made their webs. People tried to avoid coming into his house – why should they stick their noses into those poor ruins? And the poor man thought that poverty is the reason of his misfortunes – his eternal destiny.
So once, the poor man met a wizard and complained to him about his poverty and miserable life. The wizard felt sorry for the poor man and gave him an unprecedented vase. He said "This is a magical vase that will save you from poverty".
The poor man took the vase and wanted to sell it at first and then spend the money on alcohol, as usual, besides, why would he need such a beautiful thing? But then he started admiring the vase and couldn’t take it to the market. He brought the vase home, put it on the table and started admiring it.
"It’s not right for such a beautiful thing to be empty," the poor man thought. So he picked some wildflowers and put them into the vase.
It became even more beautiful. "Not good", the poor man though again, "that such a beautiful thing stands next to a spider's web".
So the poor man started cleaning his house from spiders webs, sweeping out cockroaches and mice, cleaning the dust, washing the floor and the walls and whitening the ceiling.
So then it became clear that his house wasn’t poor, but rather warm and cosy. The poor man wasn’t a poor man anymore, but a hard working host, who had no time for thoughts about misfortune.
So once, the poor man met a wizard and complained to him about his poverty and miserable life. The wizard felt sorry for the poor man and gave him an unprecedented vase. He said "This is a magical vase that will save you from poverty".
The poor man took the vase and wanted to sell it at first and then spend the money on alcohol, as usual, besides, why would he need such a beautiful thing? But then he started admiring the vase and couldn’t take it to the market. He brought the vase home, put it on the table and started admiring it.
"It’s not right for such a beautiful thing to be empty," the poor man thought. So he picked some wildflowers and put them into the vase.
It became even more beautiful. "Not good", the poor man though again, "that such a beautiful thing stands next to a spider's web".
So the poor man started cleaning his house from spiders webs, sweeping out cockroaches and mice, cleaning the dust, washing the floor and the walls and whitening the ceiling.
So then it became clear that his house wasn’t poor, but rather warm and cosy. The poor man wasn’t a poor man anymore, but a hard working host, who had no time for thoughts about misfortune.
Saturday, 17 May 2014
The dream begins
with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called "truth".
Monday, 12 May 2014
Legacy
In 1888, a man looked at the morning newspaper and to his surprise and horror, read his name in the orbituary column. The newspapers had reported the death of the wrong person by mistake. At first he was shocked but after regaining his composure he decided to read what people had said about him. It said "Dynamite King Dies". It also said that he was the merchant of death.
The man was the inventor of dynamite and was unimpressed with the words "merchant of death". he did not want to be remembered that way. He then decided to start working towards peace. His name was Alfred Nobel and today he is remembered by the Great Nobel Prize.
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