Think you all will enjoy these...
Compassion is what makes our lives meaningful. It is the source of all lasting happiness and joy. And it is the foundation of a good heart, the heart of one who acts out of desire to help others. Through kindness, through affections, through honesty, through truth and justice toward all others we ensure our own benefit. This is not a matter for complicated theorizing. It is a matter of common sense. There is no denying that consideration of others is worthwhile. There is no denying that if society suffers we ourselves suffer. Nor is there ant denying that the more our hearts and minds are afflicted with ill will, the more miserable we become. Thus we can reject everything else: religion, ideology, all received wisdom. But we cannot escape the necessity of love and compassion.
His Holiness the Dalai Lama
From Ethics for the New Millennium
A must read here...*smiles*
"Love is a language that can be heard by the deaf and seen by the blind."
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
words to live by...
December 31, 2003
True Story: I was standing at the counter at the post office in Ridgeland, MS about an hour ago when a man who was clearly down on his luck walked in. He approached a man in the line and asked him politely if he could spare three stamps. The man said he couldn't help him. He again asked, and also of the woman next in line, "Please, I only need three stamps." The woman stated she could not help, and the first man responded "Sorry, can't help you! That is the way our system works!" The less fortunate man walked away and said, "Thank you, thank you very much and thank our system." There were probably 10 people in that line and when the man existed the PO, they all began there muttered comments of, "Well, I can't believe that...blah, blah, blah." The postal clerk was checking me out so I could not walk out, but as I was waiting for her I was able to dig six stamps out of my wallet. I ran out when she had finished with me and could not find the man.
I thought to myself as I was listening to those people, "What if that man were Jesus? Would they change their tune?" Next time you pull up to a corner and you see a man asking for spare change, how hard would it be to give him a couple of quarters or a dollar bill? Add a smile or a warm thought and you just might be the person to turn that man's life around. Some may call me a bleeding heart. Truth be told, I would consider that as a compliment. Perhaps if more of us acted from our hearts rather than our desire to be the biggest and the best, our world would be a better place.
"But for the grace of God there go I" is what usually comes to mind when I witness or hear of a situation like this. Boy, have we ever become a selfish and arrogant group of people. My dream of moving my kids to the country and living a life without shopping malls, cars and selfish people is becoming stronger by the day. I decided this morning that the name of our outreach organization is most appropriate in many situations. Guess in one way or the other, we are all "Surviving the System". Perhaps our next project will be called "Surviving Humans".
Too true. Have you noticed the more people have - the less they are? About a couple of years back - I went into Southend Town Centre for some shopping - it was Christmas. We have a large transient population in Southend - it's close to London, and a seaside holiday resort. We also have a large refugee population. In town, there's a large bridge the trains run over - it provides shelter for some of an evening if the town shelter is full, until the police move them on, or the "clubbers" come out drunk and start on them.
There was a guy and his dog under the bridge this particular day - just sitting there, not hurting anyone - people were avoiding them as if they had the plague. They're like that around here Well, I passed them twice - and they just looked beaten, defeated. I didn't give him money - I may be cynical, but the likelihood in that frame of mind - around here, it could have gone on drugs, or booze. So - I bought a Big Mac Breakfast, Hot Chocolate, fresh fruit, and something for the dog. Just dropped it at his feet, and walked on. I didn't want thanks, didn't even want an acknowledgement, didn't want to embarrass the man - he still had his pride there, somewhere. But - I heard some guy and his wife who were close by - they saw me do it - called me a "bloody fool" - nice - all togged up in their nice warm thick overcoats. Made me feel sick, they really did. I hope they choked on their turkey dinner later on in the week, excuse me being so unchristian:
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