10/08/2021
At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.
Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.
The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."
Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (she bought one) that had returned to Berlin.
"It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.
A year later Kafka died.
Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."
10/04/2018
Who hurts you!
When Abraham Lincoln became the president of America, his father was a shoemaker.
And, naturally, egoistic people were very much offended that a shoemaker’s son should become the president.
On the first day, as Abraham Lincoln entered to give his inaugural address, just in the middle, one man stood up. He was a very rich aristocrat.
He said, “Mr. Lincoln, you should not forget that your father used to make shoes for my family.”
And the whole Senate laughed; they thought that they had made a fool of Abraham Lincoln.
But certain people are made of a totally different mettle.
Lincoln looked at the man directly in the eye and said, “Sir, I know that my father used to make shoes for your family, and there will be many others here because he made shoes the way nobody else can.
He was a creator. His shoes were not just shoes; he poured his whole soul into them. I want to ask you, have you any complaint?
Because I know how to make shoes myself. If you have any complaint I can make you another pair of shoes. But as far as I know, nobody has ever complained about my father’s shoes. He was a genius, a great creator and I am proud of my father”.
The whole Senate was struck dumb. They could not understand what kind of man Abraham Lincoln was.
He was proud because his father did his job so well, with so much enthusiasm, such a passion, and perfection.
It does not matter what you do. What matters is how you do it – of your own accord, with your own vision, with your own love.
Then whatever you touch becomes gold.
Moral: No one can hurt you without your consent. It is not what happens to us that hurts us. It is our response that hurts us.
“Ships don’t sink because of the water around them; ships sink because of the water that gets in them. Don’t let what’s happening around you get inside you and weigh you down”
10/09/2016
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you
crying?"
"Because I am a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you
never will."
Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad
could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still
wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on
the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so
easily?"
God said, "When I made the woman she had to be
special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the
weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure child birth
and the rejection that many times comes from her
children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep
going when everyone else gives up, and take care
of her family through sickness and fatigue without
complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under
any and all circumstances, even when her child
has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through
his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect
his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband
never hurts hiswife, but sometimes tests her
strengths and her resolve to stand beside him
unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed.
This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is
needed."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a
woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure
that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart - the
place where love resides."
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