An American decided to write a book about famous churches around the World. So he bought a plane ticket and took a trip to China . On his first day he was inside a church taking photographs when he Noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read '$10,000 per call'. The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what The telephone was used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 you could talk to God. The American thanked the priest and went along his way. Next stop was in Japan . There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the Same golden telephone with the same sign under it. He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in China and He asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 He Could talk to God. ' O.K., thank you,' said the American. He then traveled to Pakistan , Srilanka , Russia , Germany and France ... In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same '$10,000 Per call' sign under it. The American, upon leaving Vermont decided to travel to up to India to See if Indians had the same phone. He arrived in India , and again, in the first church he entered, there Was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read 'One Rupee per call.' The American was surprised so he asked the priest about the sign. 'Father, I've traveled all over World and I've seen this same golden Telephone in many churches. I'm told that it is a direct line to Heaven, But in the US the price was $10,000 per call. Why is it so cheap here?' The priest smiled and answered, 'You're in India now, Son - it's a Local Call'. This is the only heaven on the Earth. |
Friday, 19 November 2010
An American decided to write a book about
Health effects of Beverages
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Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Half or full? A nice one
Half or full? A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts" the pot said. The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house." Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws |
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
keep growing and keep moving
The Woodcutter
Once a strong woodcutter asked for a job in a timber merchant, and he got it.
The pay was really good and so were the work conditions.
For that reason, the woodcutter was determined to do his best.
His boss gave him an axe and showed him the area where he was supposed to work.
The first week, the woodcutter brought 18 trees "Congratulations," the boss said. "Go on that way!"
Very motivated by the boss words, the woodcutter try harder the next week, but he only could bring 15 trees.
The third week he try even harder, but he only could bring 10 trees.
Day after day he was bringing less and less trees. "I must be losing my strength", the woodcutter thought.
He went to the boss and apologized, saying that he could not understand what was going on.
"When was the last time you sharpened your axe?" the boss asked.
"Sharpen? I had no time to sharpen my axe. I have been very busy trying to cut trees"
Moral: Regardless of your age and experience, the only way to prevent decay is to keep learning, keep growing and keep moving. So sharpening your skills regularly and achieve the goals and objectives of life.
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