Short Stories

wafafawaafaw · 2013-02-13, 15:04

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There was a boy who was always losing his temper. His father gave him a bag full of nails and said to him, “My son, I want you to hammer a nail into our garden fence every time you need to direct your anger against something and you lose your temper.”
So the son started to follow his father’s advice. On the first day he hammered in 37 nails, but getting the nails into the fence was not easy, so he started trying to control himself when he got . As the days went by, he was hammering in less nails, and within weeks he was able to control himself and was able to refrain from getting and from hammering nails. He came to his father and told him what he had achieved. His father was with his efforts and said to him: “But now, my son, you have to take out a nail for every day that you do not get .”
The son started to take out the nails for each day that he did not get , until there were no nails left in the fence.
He came to his father and told him what he had achieved. His father took him to the fence and said, “My son, you have done well, but look at these holes in the fence. This fence will never be the same again.” Then he added: “When you say things in a state of anger, they leave marks like these holes on the hearts of others. You can stab a person and withdraw the knife but it doesn’t matter how many times you say ‘I’m sorry,’ because the wound will remain

wafafawaafaw · 2013-02-13, 15:05

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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 he 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.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person

an hour to appreciate them,

a day to love them,

but then an entire life to forget them

wafafawaafaw · 2013-02-13, 15:06

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A little boy asked his mother, Why are you crying ?

-Because I'm 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 boy still didn't get an answer! so he only had his old grandfather to ask

The little boy asked his grandfather, why do women cry so easily

The grandfather said, when God made women, she had to be special.

He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet ! gentle enough to give comfort

God gave her an inner strength to under child birth and the rejection that many times comes from her

children

God 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

God gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly

God gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart

God gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife,

but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly

And finally, God gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed

You see my son, 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...

wafafawaafaw · 2013-02-13, 15:07

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Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived:
Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others,
including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the
island would sink, so all constructed boats and left.
Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold
out until the last possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
"Richness, can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and
silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in
a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"
"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my
boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go
with you."
"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that
she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you.
" It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot
to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived
at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how
much was owed the elder,

Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered,
"Because only Time is capable of understanding how
valuable Love is

lo1 · 2013-02-14, 13:27

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The owner of a missing cat is asking for help. “My baby has been missing for over a month now, and I want him back so badly,” said Mrs. Brown, a 56-year-old woman. Mrs. Brown lives by herself in a trailer park near Clovis. She said that Clyde, her 7-year-old cat, didn’t come home for dinner more than a month ago. The next morning he didn’t appear for breakfast either. After Clyde missed an extra-special lunch, she called the police.
When the policeman asked her to describe Clyde, she told him that Clyde had beautiful green eyes, had all his teeth but was missing half of his left ear, and was seven years old and completely white. She then told the officer that Clyde was about a foot high.
A bell went off. “Is Clyde your child or your pet?” the officer suspiciously asked. “Well, he’s my cat, of course,” Mrs. Brown replied. “Lady, you’re supposed to report missing PERSONS, not missing CATS,” said the irritated policeman. “Well, who can I report this to?” she asked. “You can’t. You have to ask around your neighborhood or put up flyers,” replied the officer.
Mrs. Brown figured that a billboard would work a lot better than an 8”x11” piece of paper on a telephone pole. There was an empty billboard at the end of her street just off the interstate highway. The billboard had a phone number on it. She called that number, and they told her they could blow up a picture of Clyde (from Mrs. Brown’s family album) and put it on the billboard for all to see.
“But how can people see it when they whiz by on the interstate?” she asked. “Oh, don’t worry, ma’am, they only whiz by between 2 a.m. and 5:30 a.m. The rest of the day, the interstate is so full of commuters that no one moves.” They told her it would cost only $3,000 a month. So she took most of the money out of her savings account and rented the billboard for a month.
The month has passed, but Clyde has not appeared. Because she has almost no money in savings, Mrs. Brown called the local newspaper to see if anyone could help her rent the billboard for just one more month. She is waiting but, so far, no one has stepped forward.