It’s Performance, Not Position that Counts

April 11, 2008 at 1:38 pm | In Humors, Short Stories | No Comments

Priest dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates.

Ahead of him is a guy who’s dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans.

Saint Peter addresses him, “Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you into the Kingdom of Heaven ?”

The guy replies, “I’m Joe Cohen, taxi driver, from New York .”

Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the taxi driver,

Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven .”

Now it’s the priest’s turn. He stands erect and booms out, “I am the Right Reverend Joseph Snow, pastor of Saint Mary’s for the last forty-three years.”

Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the priest,

Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven .”

Just a minute,” says the priest. “That man was a taxi driver. Why does he get a silken robe and golden staff?”

Results,” shrugged Saint Peter………..

“While you preached, people slept. When he drove, people prayed.”

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Moral of the story:

It’s Performance, Not Position that Counts

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Office boy

April 11, 2008 at 1:30 pm | In Cools Stuff, On the Ground.That's me, Short Stories, Thoughts, Writing by Me | No Comments

The A jobless man applied for the position of “office boy” at Microsoft.

HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor as a test.

“You are employed” he said. “Give me your e-mail address and I’ll send you the application to fill in, as well as date when you may start.

The man replied “But I don’t have a computer, neither an email”.

“I’m sorry”, said the HR manager. If you don’t have an email, that means you do not exist, and who doesn’t exist, cannot have the job.”

The man left with no hope at all. He didn’t know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10Kg Tomato crate. He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the operation three times, and returned home with $60. The man realized that he can survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return late. Thus, his money doubled or tripled every day. Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.

5 years later, the man become one of the biggest food retailers in the US. He started to plan his family’s future, and decided to have a life insurance. He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan.

When the conversation was concluded the broker asked him his email.

The man replied, “I don’t have an email.”

The broker answered curiously,”You don’t have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an e mail?!!”

The man thought for a while and replied, “Yes, I’d be an office boy at Microsoft!”

Moral of the story:

M1 - Internet is not the solution to your life.

M2 - If you don’t have internet, and work hard, you can be a millionaire.

M3 - If you received this message by email, you are closer to being an office boy/girl, than a millionaire. ..

Have a great day!!!

“One day I decided to quit…….”

April 11, 2008 at 1:22 pm | In Cools Stuff, Facts (Plz comment), Friendsssssssss, Humors, On the Ground.That's me, Short Stories, Thoughts, Writing by Me | No Comments

One day I decided to quit…I quit my job, my relationship, my Spirituality… I wanted to quit my life.

I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. God, I said. Can you give me one good reason not to quit His answer surprised me…
Look around, He said. Do you see the fern and the bamboo
Yes, I replied.

When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.
I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth.

Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.

But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.

In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit. He said.

Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant…But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing
roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle. He said to me.

Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots
I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.

Don’t compare yourself to others. He said. The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful.

Your time will come, God said to me. You will rise high

How high should I rise I asked.

How high will the bamboo rise He asked in return.

As high as it can I questioned

Yes. He said, Give me glory by rising as high as you can.

I left the forest and bring back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.

He will never give up on you!

A lesson on life

April 11, 2008 at 1:19 pm | In Humors, On the Ground.That's me, Short Stories, Thoughts, Writing by Me | No Comments

express purpose of showing him how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad.”
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yeah,” said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.

The son answered:

“I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.
We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”
The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added, “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.”

Isn’t perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don’t have.

Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!

Pass this message to friends and acquaintances and help them refresh their perspective and appreciation.

Marketing Strategy - must read

April 10, 2008 at 2:34 pm | In Cools Stuff, Humors, Kyu, On the Ground.That's me, Short Stories, Thoughts, Writing by Me | No Comments

The Manager says: “Do you have any sales experience?” The Salesman says: “Sir, I was a salesman back for five years”
Well, the boss liked the salesman, so he gave him the job. ” You start tomorrow, I will come down after we close and see how you did.” His first day on the job was rough but he got through it.

After the store was locked up, the boss came down. “How many sales did you make today?” Salesman says: “Sir, Just ONE sale.” The boss says: “Just one? No! No! You see here our sales people average 20 0r 30 sales a day.” If you want to keep this job, you would better be doing better than just one sale.

By the way, how much was the sale for?” Salesman says: “$101237.64″

Boss says: “$101237.64? what the hell did you sell?” Salesman says: ” Sir, First I sold him small fish-hook”.

Then I sold him medium fish-hook. Then I sold him large fish-hook.

Then I sold him new fishing rod and some fishing gear. Then I ask him where he’s going fishing and he said down on the coast, so I told him he’ll be needing a boat, so we went down to the boating department and I sold him twin engine Chris Craft.

Then he said he didn’t think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to our automotive department and sold him that 4X4 Blazer.
I then ask him where he’ll be staying, and since he had no accommodation, I took him to camping department and sold him one of those new igloo 6 sleeper camper tents.

The boss said: “You’re not serious? A guy came in here to buy a fish-hook and you sold him a boat, a 4X4 truck and a tent?”

Salesman says: ” No Sir, actually he came in to buy Anacin for his headache, and I said: Well, fishing is the best way to relax your mind.”

Nothing is Impossible - nice one

April 10, 2008 at 7:47 am | In Cools Stuff, Friendsssssssss, On the Ground.That's me, Short Stories, Thoughts, Writing by Me | No Comments

An old man lived alone. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament:

Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad, because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden because your mother always loved planting time. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.
Love, Dad

Shortly, the old man received this telegram “For HEAVEN’S SAKE, Dad, don’t dig up the garden! That’s where I buried the GUNS!”

At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and started digging up the entire garden without finding any guns. Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened and asking him what to do next.

His son’s reply was “Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad, It’s the best I could do for you from here.”

- Moral Of the Story -

“NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS”

“Nothing is Impossible”

Little Johnney’s Big Story - THIS IS VERY NICE - Must Read

April 9, 2008 at 8:02 am | In Short Stories | No Comments

 

3 wishes of Alexander

April 4, 2008 at 2:18 pm | In Cools Stuff, Humors, Short Stories | No Comments

There is very instructive incident involving the life of Alexander, the great Greek king. Alexander, after conquering many kingdoms, was returning home. On the way, he fell ill and it took him to his death bed. With death staring him in his face, Alexander realized how his conquests, his great army, his sharp sword and all his wealth were of no consequence.

He now longed to reach home to see his mother’s face and bid her his last adieu. But, he had to accept the fact that his sinking health would not permit Him to reach his distant homeland. So, the mighty conqueror lay prostrate and pale, helplessly waiting to breathe his last. He called his generals and said, “I will depart from this world soon, I have three wishes, please carry them out without fail.” With tears flowing down their cheeks, the generals agreed to abide by their king’s last wishes.

“My first desire is that,â€? said Alexander, “My physicians alone must carry my coffin.” After a pause, he continued, “Secondly, I desire that when my coffin is being carried to the grave, the path leading to the graveyard be strewn with gold, silver and precious stones which I have collected in my treasury.” The king felt exhausted after saying this. He took a minute’s rest and continued. “My third and last wish is that both my hands be kept dangling out of my coffin.” The people who had gathered there wondered at the king’s strange wishes. But no one dare bring the question to their lips. Alexander’s favorite general kissed his hand and pressed them to his heart. “O king, we assure you that your wishes will all be fulfilled. But tell us why do you make such strange wishes?”

At this Alexander took a deep breath and said: “I would like the world to know of the three lessons I have just learnt. I want my physicians to carry my coffin because people should realize that no doctor can really cure any body. They are powerless and cannot save a person from the clutches of death. So let not people take life for granted.

The second wish of strewing gold, silver and other riches on the way to the graveyard is to tell

People that not even a fraction of gold will come with me. I spent all my life earning riches but cannot take anything with me. Let people realize that it is a sheer waste of time to chase wealth.

And about my third wish of having my hands dangling out of the coffin, I wish people to know that I came empty handed into this world and empty handed I go out of this world.” With these words, the king closed his eyes. Soon he let death conquer him and breathed his last.

The Pebble Story

March 25, 2008 at 5:46 am | In Puzzles & Riddles, Short Stories | No Comments

Many years ago in a small Indian village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a village moneylender. The moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer’s beautiful daughter. So he proposed a bargain. He said he would forgo the farmer’s debt if he could marry his daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal. So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let providence decide the matter.

He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would have to pick one pebble from the bag. If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father’s debt would be forgiven. If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father’s debt would still be forgiven. But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into jail.

All the villagers were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer’s field. As they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles.

As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick a pebble from the bag. Now, imagine you were standing in the field.

What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her?

Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:

1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.

2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the money-lender as a cheat.

3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment.

Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking.

The girl’s dilemma can not be solved with traditional logical thinking.

Think of the consequences if she chooses the above logical answers.

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Well, what she did was :

The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles.

“Oh, how clumsy of me,” she said. “But never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked.”

Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into an extremely advantageous one.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Most complex problems do have a solution. It is only that we don’t attempt to think

Wise Old Man

March 25, 2008 at 5:30 am | In Humors, Short Stories | No Comments

A wise old gentleman retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and contentment. Then a new school year began. The very next afternoon three young boys full of youthful after-school enthusiasm came down his street beating merrily on every trashcan they encountered. The crashing percussion continued day after day, until finally the wise old man decided it was time to take some action.

The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young percussionists as they banged their way down the street.

Stopping them, he said, “You kids are a lot of fun. I like to see you express your exuberance like that. I used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I`ll give you each a dollar if you`ll promise to come around every day and do your thing.”

The kids were elated and continued to do a bang-up job on the trash cans.

A few days later, the wily retiree approached them again as they drummed their way down the street. “Look” he said, “I haven`t received my Social Security check yet, so I`m not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents. Will that be okay?”

“A lousy quarter?” the drum leader exclaimed. “If you think we`re going to waste our time beating these cans around for a quarter, you`re nuts! No way, mister. We quit!”

And the old man enjoyed peace and serenity for the rest of his days.

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