A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A rabbit asked him,”Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.

A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very high up.

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A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, “I’ll give each of you just one wish”

“Me first! Me first!” says the administration clerk. “I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.” Poof! She’s gone.

“Me next! Me next!” says the sales rep. “I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.” Poof! He’s gone.

“OK, you’re up,” the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, “I want those two back in the office after lunch.”

Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.

these two stories found here...

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A crow lived in the forest and was absolutely satisfied in life. But one day he saw a swan. “This swan is so white,” he thought, “and I am so black. This swan must be the happiest bird in the world.”

 

He expressed his thoughts to the swan. “Actually,” the swan replied, “I was feeling that I was the happiest bird around until I saw a parrot, which has two colors. I now think the parrot is the happiest bird in creation.” The crow then approached the parrot. The parrot explained, “I lived a very happy life until I saw a peacock. I have only two colors, but the peacock has multiple colors.”

 

The crow then visited a peacock in the zoo and saw that hundreds of people had gathered to see him. After the people had left, the crow approached the peacock. “Dear peacock,” the crow said, “you are so beautiful. Every day thousands of people come to see you. When people see me, they immediately shoo me away. I think you are the happiest bird on the planet.”

 

The peacock replied, “I always thought that I was the most beautiful and happy bird on the planet. But because of my beauty, I am entrapped in this zoo. I have examined the zoo very carefully, and I have realized that the crow is the only bird not kept in a cage. So for past few days I have been thinking that if I were a crow, I could happily roam everywhere.”

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We have a new General, at the Unit and I like the way he uses stories to get his point across. For example, when I first met him, he told me about when he was a young lad, his father had gotten on to him when he had built a ramp for his bike. (I remember building ramps and jumping them with my bike) He said his father wasn’t upset because he had taken the best wood in the pile. No, he was upset because he hadn’t taken the time to build a good ramp. Instead, in his haste, he had just thrown something together so he could get to the jumping. (If your going to do something, do it with thought, quality and pride)

Later, I had heard him talking to another about goals. He said that his number one goal was to get home every day to his wife and kids. (working as a prison guard, this is a daily thought) So if you were to pull into a gas station and your in a hurry and accidentally cut off another who was trying to pull at the pump you had just whipped in front of, and this individual gets out yelling and screaming in a threatening manner. (Do you get out and confront this threat, showing this individual you are man enough to stand up to them?) This would take you from your number one goal. To get home to your family safely, your number one goal. Do you have something to prove to this person? Or to yourself? Or do you prove to your family that you can go through this tough world and make it home safely everyday.

When he spoke to the officers, (when he first came to lead this unit) He spoke of his position as if he were a banker. When a person comes to work everyday and gives 100% for months on end, then that individual comes in late one day, he will ask if everything is okay, are you alright, because this person as invested so much with the company and is a valued banker. But if a person comes in late every day and calls in sick alot, then they are not making much interest.

I believe in the saying that the Indians are only as good as the chief. I think are chief is a great leader and as we all know, I love short, inspirational stories with a moral. (~_~)

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Forgiveness: by Tao

 
One day, the sage gave the disciple an empty sack and a basket of potatoes. “Think of all the people who have done or said something against you in the recent past, especially those you cannot forgive.For each of them, inscribe the name on a potato and put it in the sack.”

The disciple came up quite a few names, and soon his sack was heavy with potatoes.

“Carry the sack with you wherever you go for a week,” said the sage. “We’ll talk after that.”

At first, the disciple thought nothing of it. Carrying the sack was not particularly difficult. But after a while, it became more of a burden. It sometimes got in the way, and it seemed to require more effort to carry as time went on, even though its weight remained the same.

After a few days, the sack began to smell. The carved potatoes gave off a ripe odor. Not only were they increasingly inconvenient to carry around, they were also becoming rather unpleasant.

Finally, the week was over. The sage summoned the disciple. “Any thoughts about all this?”

“Yes, Master,” the disciple replied. “When we are unable to forgive others, we carry negative feelings with us everywhere, much like these potatoes. That negativity becomes a burden to us and, after a while, it festers.”

“Yes, that is exactly what happens when one holds a grudge. So, how can we lighten the load?”

“We must strive to forgive.”

“Forgiving someone is the equivalent of removing the corresponding potato from the sack. How many of your transgressors are you able to forgive?”

“I’ve thought about it quite a bit, Master,” the disciple said. “It required much effort, but I have decided to forgive all of them.”

“Very well, we can remove all the potatoes. Were there any more people who transgressed against you this last week?”

The disciple thought for a while and admitted there were. Then he felt panic when he realized his empty sack was about to get filled up again.

“Master,” he asked, “if we continue like this, wouldn’t there always be potatoes in the sack week after week?”

“Yes, as long as people speak or act against you in some way, you will always have potatoes.”

“But Master, we can never control what others do. So what good is the Tao in this case?”

“We’re not at the realm of the Tao yet. Everything we have talked about so far is the conventional approach to forgiveness. It is the same thing that many philosophies and most religions preach – we must constantly strive to forgive, for it is an important virtue. This is not the Tao because there is no striving in the Tao.”

“Then what is the Tao, Master?”

“You can figure it out. If the potatoes are negative feelings, then what is the sack?”

“The sack is… That which allows me to hold on to the negativity. It is something within us that makes us dwell on feeling offended…. Ah, it is my inflated sense of self-importance. “

“And what will happen if you let go of it?”

“Then… The things that people do or say against me no longer seem like such a major issue.”

“In that case, you won’t have any names to inscribe on potatoes. That means no more weight to carry around, and no more bad smells.

The Tao of forgiveness is the conscious decision to not just to remove some potatoes… But to relinquish the entire sack.”

 

In a village there lived a man named moti patel. He would awake at six o’clock every morning and brush his teeth with a datan stick while sitting on a stone seat in front of his yard. Every morning at that same time a cow would come and sit there and chew cud. The cow’s horns were nicely rounded and Motibhai would think to himself everyday, ”My head would fit snugly between the two horns!” He so began to promise himself everyday, ”I’ll fit my head in today or tomorrow.”

In this way six months passed. Then one day he made up his mind. ”I’ll definitely fit my head between those beautiful horns today.” After he finished cleaning his teeth he stood up and went to the cow. He put his head between the cow’s horns. It fit snugly. But the cow jumped up in fright and ran. Motibhai was pulled along. ”Help! Help! Help!” he screamed. The village people caught the cow and pulled Motibhai’s head free. They scolded the battered and bruised Patel. ”Motibhai, why didn’t you stop to think before doing this?” Motibhai replied, ”After six months of serious thought I put my head between those horns!” Motibhai broke his arms and legs. He got better after two long months.

This is just a story. The principle to be understood is that Motibhai thought for six months before fitting his head between the cow’s horns. But the thought itself was wrong. To achieve salvation one should think only positive thoughts. And only then will we one day achieve our goal.

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Where’s your head? What do you think about?

There us a guy I know, and all he talks about is hunting. His past hunts, the hunts he plans to go on this year and next year. I know people who talk about religion. I know people who absorb their thoughts in work. I admit, my mind wonders, but I find that I can look at something and I will seek the zen in it or can I make a story from its value or what can it teach me? I suppose we all have our train of thoughts and that is what makes us individuals and special. Your thoughts is what makes you…You!

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have a zen filled day

Think about this…a herd of buffalo can only move as fast as its slowest buffalo.  And when the herd is hunted it is the slowest and weakest buffalo at the back of the herd that is killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.

In much the same way the human brain can only operate as fast as its slowest brain cell. As we know excessive intake of alcohol, kills brain cells. But naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. And that is why you always feel smarter after a few beers.

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my brother posted this on facebook and as I laughed I realized the wisdom in it because my wife and I were watching a show last night and a statement came out of it that I have been dwelling on…

“Your so dumb, you don’t even know your dumb!”

We all can’t be the brightest color in the crayon box. There has to be a multiple of colors to make up the box as a whole. Every one has a spot in the box … what color do you think you are? For me it is blue!

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Once upon a time, there was an unfortunate poor man. His home was also very poor – a small and empty house, where mice made their nests and spiders made their webs. People tried to avoid coming into his house – why should they stick their noses into those poor ruins? And the poor man thought that poverty is the reason of his misfortunes – his eternal destiny.

So once, the poor man met a wizard and complained to him about his poverty and miserable life. The wizard felt sorry for the poor man and gave him an unprecedented vase. And said:

This is a magical vase that will save you from poverty.
The poor man took the vase and wanted to sell it at first and then spend the money on alcohol, as usual, besides, why would he need such a beautiful thing? But then he started admiring the vase and couldn’t take it to the market. He brought the vase home, put it on the table and started admiring it.”

It’s not right for such a beautiful thing to be empty, – the poor man thought. So he picked some wildflowers and put them into the vase. It became even more beautiful.

Not good, – the poor man though again, – that such a beautiful thing stands next to a spider web.
So the poor man started cleaning his house from spider webs, sweeping out cockroaches and mice, cleaning the dust, washing the floor and the walls, whitening the ceiling.
And it became clear that his house wasn’t poor, but rather warm and cozy. And the poor man wasn’t a poor man anymore, but a hard working host, who had no time for thoughts about misfortune.

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and then comes the winds of change. I’ve been busier than a beaver in a flood. I got a promotion at work and it has been quite an adjustment from having four days off and working four days and now I am back to a five day work week and only the weekend to get my home duties done… so bare with me while I now will only have time for posting on the weekends. However, moving up the ladder requires more balance and a firm grasp on what I am doing (grin) but one thing I think I will always be doing is looking for and searching for zen-filled,  inspirational stories to fill my life and add to this collection of motivational and moral tales @ zendictive (~_~)

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have a zen filled day

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Once upon a time, there was an unfortunate poor man. His home was also very poor – a small and empty house, where mice made their nests and spiders made their webs. People tried to avoid coming into his house – why should they stick their noses into those poor ruins? And the poor man thought that poverty is the reason of his misfortunes – his eternal destiny.
So once, the poor man met a wizard and complained to him about his poverty and miserable life. The wizard felt sorry for the poor man and gave him an unprecedented vase. And said:
– This is a magical vase that will save you from poverty.
The poor man took the vase and wanted to sell it at first and then spend the money on alcohol, as usual, besides, why would he need such a beautiful thing? But then he started admiring the vase and couldn’t take it to the market. He brought the vase home, put it on the table and started admiring it.
– It’s not right for such a beautiful thing to be empty, – the poor man thought. So he picked some wildflowers and put them into the vase.
It became even more beautiful.
– Not good, – the poor man though again, – that such a beautiful thing stands next to a spider web.
So the poor man started cleaning his house from spider webs, sweeping out cockroaches and mice, cleaning the dust, washing the floor and the walls, whitening the ceiling.
And it became clear that his house wasn’t poor, but rather warm and cosy. And the poor man wasn’t a poor man anymore, but a hard working host, who had no time for thoughts about misfortune.
An old hermit was once invited to visit the court of the most powerful king of those times.”I envy such a saintly man, who is content with so little,” said the ruler.”I envy Your Majesty, who is content with even less that I,” responded the hermit.”How can you say such a thing, if this entire country belongs to me?” – said the offended king.

“For precisely that reason. I have the music of the celestial spheres, I have the rivers and mountains of the whole world, I have the moon and the sun, because I have God in my soul. Your Majesty, on the other hand, has only this kingdom.” – See more at: http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/spiritual-short-story-215-The+Kingdom+of+This+World.html#sthash.OY3V5t46.dpuf

One of my favourite writers, Paulo Coelho, tells the story of a novice who went to Abbot Macarius seeking advice about the best way to please the Lord.

“Go to the cemetery and insult the dead.” said Macarius.

The brother did as he was told. The following day, he returned to Macarius.

“Did they respond?” asked the abbot.

The novice said, “No, they didn’t.”

“Then go to them and praise them.”

The novice obeyed. That same afternoon, he returned to the abbot, who again wished to know whether the dead had responded.

“No.” said the novice.

“In order to please the Lord, behave as they do,” said Macarius.  “Pay no heed to the insults of men, nor to their praise; in this way, you shall forge your own path.”

I love this reminder to pay less attention to the opinions of others.  I know that when I spend my days worrying about those who would criticise me or feel compelled to please others, the quality of my work suffers.

But when I follow my calling and focus on the work, I’m more inclined to take risks and be truer to myself.

So, remember the wise words of Macarius and “pay no heed to the insults of men, nor to their praise.”

I got this story from Darren’s blog “Better life coaching”

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A 32 year old patient sought out the therapist, Richard Crowley. “I cannot stop sucking my thumb,” he complained.

“Don’t be too concerned about that,” Crowley told him. “But suck on a different finger each day.” The patient tried to do as instructed. But each time he brought his hand to his mouth, he had to make a conscious choice as to which finger should be the object of his attention that day. Before the week was over, the habit was cured.

“When a vice becomes a habit, it is difficult to deal with,” Richard Crowley says. “But when it requires of us that we develop new attitudes, make new decisions and choices, we become aware that it is not worth the effort.”

Paulo Coelho

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A Lion was walking down a small trail in the jungle when he came upon an Elephant whom was going the opposite direction. “Move out of my way so that I may pass.” Bellowed the Lion.

“Me, move?” The Elephant replied. ” I am larger and should have the right of way. It is easier for you to move aside than I.”

“But I am the King of the jungle. It is you who should move aside for your king.” The lion replied. “So I command you to move.” With this the Elephant reached out with his long trunk and picked up the Lion. He pounded the Lion into the ground several times and then banged him against a tree then dropped him on his head.

With the Lion dazed and laying to the side, the Elephant then passed and began walking away, down the small trail. The Lion regained himself and shouted, “Well, you didn’t have to get mad about it.

Moral: Some never change their beliefs even when they are shown they are wrong.

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have a quality day

 

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