BEST SHORT STORIES EVER PART I
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
A beggar had been sitting by the side of the road for over thirty years. One day a stranger walked by “Spare some change?” mumbled the beggar, mechanically holding out his old tattered hat. “I have nothing to give you,” said the stranger.
Then he asked: “Whats that you are sitting on?” “Nothing” replied the beggar. “Just an old box, I have been sitting on it as long as I can remember.” “Ever looked inside?” asked the stranger. “No,” said the beggar. ” What’s the point? There’s nothing in there.”
“Have a look inside,” insisted the stranger. The beggar managed to pry open the lid. With astonishment, disbelief, and elation he saw that the box was filled with gold.
This stranger who has nothing to give you either is telling you to look inside. Not inside any box, as in the parable, but somewhere even closer, inside yourself.
“But I am not a beggar!” he hears you say.
Those of us who have not found their true wealth, which is the radiant joy of being, and the deep unshakable peace that comes with it, are beggars, even if they have great material wealth.
They are looking for scraps of pleasure or fulfilment, for validation, security, or love, while they have a treasure within that not only includes all those things but is infinitely greater than anything the world can offer.
In Vietnam, there is a famous story about a young couple who lived in the 17th century. The name of the young man was Truong, and his young wife came from a village called Nam Xuong.
War broke out, and the young man was called up to serve in the army.
His wife was pregnant, but he had to leave for the front all the same. They cried a great deal.
The young man stayed in the army for three years before he was allowed to come home. On the day of his return, his wife was very happy to see him.
She went and stood at the entrance to the village with her little son and when they met, they cried for joy.
Then the young woman went to the market to get what she needed to make an offering to the family ancestor shrine.
Vietnamese have a tradition to make every important event known to their ancestors, and in every household, even the humblest ones, the shrine to the ancestors holds a place of honour.
The shrine is cleaned every day, the water in the flower vase is changed, and a stick of incense is offered.
While the young woman was at the market, the father tried to persuade his little boy to call him ‘Daddy.’ but the child refused, saying, “No you are not my daddy. My Daddy is another man who comes every evening.”
“My mommy talks to him for a long time, and she cries with him. Every time my mommy sits down, he sits down also. And every time she lies down, he lies down too.”
All of Truong’s happiness evaporated on the spot. He became like a block of ice. When the wife came back from the market, she sensed that something had happened. Her husband did not look at her or talk to her, so she prepared the offering silently in the kitchen.
When she had finished, the husband placed the offering on the shrine, unrolled a mat, lit some incense and touched the soft earth in front of his ancestors in order to announce to them his return.
Then he rolled the mat back up without allowing his wife her turn to touch the earth. He thought she was unworthy to present herself at the shrine because she had cheated on him.
Instead of staying home with his family to celebrate their reunion, he went to a bar and spent the whole day there trying to drown his sorrows. For three days in a row, the young man did not come home until late at night. His suffering was too great.
He never said a word to his wife or looked at her, and her suffering was also very great. By the fourth day, the pain was too much for her, and she threw herself into the river and drowned.
The young man on hearing the news went back to the house. That night he stayed with the child and when it got dark he lit the gas lamp.
Suddenly, the little boy began to shout, ” There’s my father, ” and he pointed to Truong’s shadow on the wall. ”
Every night my daddy comes, and mummy talks to him for hours and hours, and she cries a lot. Every time my mommy sits down, he sits down too.
The truth was suddenly all too clear. The man who had come every evening was actually the mother’s shadow. The truth was that the young woman had waited faithfully for her husband.
But one day the little boy came home and said “Mummy, every other boy and girl have a father. Where is my father?”
So she pointed to her shadow on the wall and said “That’s your father. You can say, ‘Good morning, daddy’, and ‘Goodnight daddy ‘to him.” And she had talked to the shadow to convince the boy.
Now the truth was out, but it was too late.
WHEN IGNORANCE IS BLISS
One winter not so long ago two young boys were playing on the ice, and as they continued to play, unknowingly they ventured dangerously near some thin ice, one of the boys fell through the ice.
So the little fellow that was left on top of the ice was trying to save his little buddy, but he couldn’t reach him, he was trying to pull him, he could see him under the ice struggling frantically, but he was unable to reach him, he started trying to break the ice but he couldn’t do it.
He looked around and saw a tree in the distance and he ran and frantically climbed up the tree, he pulled and broke down an enormous sized branch, he then ran back and savagely began to beat the ice and broke it. Miraculously he saved his friend.
When the paramedics arrived and were able to revive this little boy, they were scratching their heads trying to figure out this amazing act of strength.
How could this puny little fellow, climb up the tree and break off a branch of this size, then bring it back, beat and break the ice and save his friend.
They all thought it was miraculous but baffling. Just then an old man who had seen this all happen from a distance came up and said, I can tell you how he did it… How? said the paramedics ” How did he do it ?” and the old man replied
THERE WAS NO-ONE HERE TO TELL HIM HE COULDN’T DO IT
A GIFT OF GOLD
It was Christmas Eve, and a recently unemployed father was angrily chastising his young daughter for wasting the last of the wrapping paper.
Times were a little tough on the family and he became furious when he found that she had used the last of the paper to decorate a small box to put under the Christmas tree.
Christmas morning arrived and the proud little girl full of the joy of giving ambled over to the father excitedly and with outstretched arms, she said: “Merry Christmas Daddy this is for you”.
The father felt terrible and embarrassed for his previous harsh words. Her smile and excitement humbled him, he was grateful but ashamed.
He opened the box and looked inside, he once again became angry when he saw the box was empty. He yelled at the little girl “what kind of gift is this, first, you wasted the paper and now you give me a gift with nothing in it”.
The little girl bowed her head..and then she looked up at him broken and with tears in her eyes and said:
“Please daddy the box isn’t empty I filled the box full of kisses, all of them for you daddy”.
The father was crushed, he tearfully put his arms around his little girl and begged her for her forgiveness.
It is said that the father kept the box beside his bed and whenever he felt down or discouraged, he would open the box and take one of the kisses out to give him strength and courage, and remember the love of the child that had put it there.
In a very real sense, all of us have been given a box of gold, filled with unconditional love and kisses from not only our children but our family and friends.
THERE IS NO MORE PRECIOUS GIFT TO HAVE OR TO HOLD
EYES THAT CANNOT SEE
There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind, she hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if only she could see the world she would marry her boyfriend.
One day someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, “Now that you can see will you marry me.”
The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears and later wrote a letter to her saying,
“Just take care of my eyes dear”
This is how the human brain can change when status is changed. Only some remember what life was like before, and who was there, even in our most painful situations.
Before you think about saying an unkind word, think of someone who can’t speak.
Before you complain about the taste of your food, think of someone who has nothing to eat.
And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down, put a smile on your face and give thanks, you’re alive and still around.
THE COOKIE THIEF
A woman was waiting at the airport one night, with several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops, and bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man beside her as bold as could be, grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between.
Which she tried to ignore, to avoid a scene. So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking if I wasn’t so nice I’d blacken his eye.
With each cookie she took, he took one too, and when one was left, she wondered what he’d 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, and she snatched it from him and thought, oh brother.
This guys got 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 she 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 into her seat, then she saw her book that was almost complete.
As she reached into her baggage she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned with despair, then the others were his and he tried to share.
Too late to apologise she realised with grief, that she was the rude one. The Ingrate, the Thief.
The Tale of Two Wolves
A Wise Old Cherokee Indian Was 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...
Anger- Envy- Sorrow- Regret- Greed – Arrogance – Self Pity- Guilt- Resentment-Inferiority- Lies- False Pride- Superiority and Ego
The Other Wolf Is Good!
JOY- PEACE- HOPE- SERENITY- HUMILITY- KINDNESS – BENEVOLENCE- EMPATHY- GENEROSITY- TRUTH- COMPASSION AND FAITH
The same fight is going on inside every other person too.
The grandson thought about it for a while and then asked his Grandfather,
Who will win?”
The Old Cherokee Replied
‘THE ONE YOU FEED’
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