Sand And Stone.

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: “TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.”

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After the friend recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: “TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.”

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?”

The other friend replied: “When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”

LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND, AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE

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Inspirational Moms and Dads ~ carrots, eggs or coffee ?

Last night, I was surfing for some information on a certain something, one thing lead to another and somehow I reached a blog which really touched me.

 God gives us that which he knows we can handle .. .. but reading these stories left me speechless.  Often I have heard, that a marriage can barely make it out intact after death or trauma of a child and yet I am so glad and astonished at how these parents have stood their ground together thru such a tragedy. Remarkable and amazing ! Indeed their faith has kept them together.

I will leave the links in the end for all of you’ll, meanwhile here is a small yet very inspiring story :

An Analogy – A carrot, an egg and a cup of coffee…

You may never look at a cup of coffee the same way again……..A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as though just as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil.

In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her daughter, she asked, “Tell me what you see.”

Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did, and noted that they were soft.

The mother then asked the daughter to take the egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee.

The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.

The daughter then asked, “What does it mean, mother?”

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

Which are you?” she asked her daughter.

“When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?”

Think of this: Which am I?

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, … but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.

When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?

Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can’t go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

You might want to send this message to those people who mean something to you;  to those who have touched your life in one way or another; to those who make you smile when you really need it; to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down; to those whose friendship you appreciate; to those who are so meaningful in your life.

It’s easier to build a child than to repair an adult…When Allah swt wishes to test his children’s faith, He usually tests them with Children or wealth. Some how in most  cases, money follows child issues.  Imagine a couple who has two disabled children, or a couple who knows one of his child has already been living on grace period out of very chronic severe disease, the pain anguish and helplessness, is something, I cannot even fathom, let aside feel. Here are the two stories I had mentioned in the begining. Please pray for the children as much for the parents. They need all the prayers.

  http://allaccesspasstojack.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-is-good-even-when-breathing-is.html

http://becca-boo-baby-boo.blogspot.com/

http://busiestmommyinamerica.blogspot.com/

These are no doubt special moms and dads and what makes them special is that inspite of being just like you and me, flesh bones and emotions, they had the choice of accepting defeat in adversity and giving up, yet they kept fighting .. taking each day at a time. Remarkable stories of real life heros ~ moms and dads, just like you and me.

We all are carpenters.

What Goes Around Comes Around: (A short and inspirational Story of a Carpenter)

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire, and he told his boss of his plans to leave and live a more leisurely life with his wife. He would miss the paycheck, he could get by, but he needed to retire.

The contractor was sorry to see such a good worker go, and he asked the carpenter to build just one more house as a personal favor.

The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.

When the carpenter finished his work, the contractor came to inspect the house. He handed the front-door key to the carpenter. “This is your house,” contractor said. “It is my gift to you.”

The carpenter was shocked! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.

So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the house we have built.

If we could do it over, we would do it much differently. But we cannot go back…

You are the carpenter of your life. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Your attitudes and the choices you make today build your “house” for tomorrow…

A TRUE STORY By Malcolm Forbes

 

A lady in a dull used dress and her husband, dressed in a ordinary old
suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked nervously without an
appointment into the Harvard University President‘s outer office. The
secretary could tell in a moment that such they are low-class, from the
country and had no business at Harvard & probably didn’t even deserve to
be in Cambridge .

 ‘We’d like to see the president,’ the man said softly.
‘He’ll be busy all day,’ the secretary snapped.

‘We’ll wait,’ the lady replied.

For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would
finally become discouraged and go away. 

 They didn’t, and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to

 disturb the president, even though it was a job she always regretted.

 ‘Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they’ll leave,’

 she said to him! He sighed in frustration and nodded.
Someone of his importance obviously didn’t have the time to spend with
them, and he disliked used dress, dresses and ordinary suits cluttering
up his outer office.

The president, strict faced and with dignity, walked toward the couple.
The lady told him, ‘We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He
loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was
accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to put up a monument

to him, somewhere on campus.’

The president wasn’t touched. He was shocked. 

Madam,’ he said, ‘we can’t put up a statue for every person who attended

Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery.’

‘Oh, no,’ the lady explained quickly. ‘We don’t want to put up a statue.

We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard.’

The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the used dress and
ordinary suit, then yell, ‘A building! Do you have any earthly idea how
much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in
the physical buildings here at Harvard.’ For a moment the lady was silent.
The president was pleased.  Maybe he could get rid of them now.

The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, ‘Is that all it cost to start a
university? Why don’t we just start our own? ‘

 Her husband nodded. The president’s face bendy in confusion and panic.

 Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, travelling to Palo Alto ,

California where they established the university that bears their name,

 Stanford University , A Memorial To A Son That Harvard No Longer Cared About.

You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who
they think can do nothing for them.

   ‘People will forget what you said, People will forget what you did.’
          ‘But people will never forget how you made them feel!’