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A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree.
A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday
very expressing story
.".Sand and Stone
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
التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة م.ابو القاسم ; 2011-01-15 الساعة 11:41 AM
It is My pleasure
التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة eng.amani ; 2011-01-15 الساعة 02:55 PM
Growing Good Corn
There was a Nebraska farmer who grew award-winning corn. Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon...
One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors.
"How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?" the reporter asked.
"Why sir," said the farmer, "didn't you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn."
He is very much aware of the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbor's corn also improves.
So it is in other dimensions. Those who choose to be at peace must help their neighbors to be at peace. Those who choose to live well must help others to live well, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others to find happiness for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.
The lesson for each of us is this: if we are to grow good corn, we must help our neighbors grow good corn.
التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة eng.amani ; 2011-01-16 الساعة 10:20 PM
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a
scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."
التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة eng.amani ; 2011-01-16 الساعة 10:23 PM
thank you so much