travelers … (gremlins in the mind)
Once, Guru Nanak with his disciple Mardana was traveling through Bengal in India. They walked from village to village on foot. They were very hungry and tired. They wanted some food and rest. They could go no further so they went to a village to stay for the night.
Near the village they met some people. Guru Nanak stopped and said, “We are travelers. We have been walking for a long time. Now we are hungry and tired. Can you give us some food to eat and a room to sleep for the night?”
People: “Go away. We don’t care for any traveler.”
They asked many people but everybody in the village was rude and unkind to them. They had to spend the night outside. They also went to sleep hungry.
They got up early in the morning next day, chanted and prayed to God. After prayers, Guru Nanak said “May these people stay here in this village forever.”
They set out on their journey once again. Mardana was very upset. He was very angry with the people of the village. He did not like the Guru’s blessing for the bad people. But he did not say anything.
Next day, they reached another village. The people of that village were very good. They welcomed everyone who came to their village. They were very kind to Guru Nanak and Mardana. They served them good food with loving care. They gave them nice beds to sleep for the night. Next morning when they got up, Guru Nanak and Mardana again began to pray. They prayed to God for good of all.
After the prayer, Guru Nanak said “May the people of this village scatter.”
Mardana felt very upset once again. He said to Guru Sahib, “Lord, I cannot understand your wish. You wish the good to scatter away and the unkind to stay happily in one place. You curse the good but you bless the bad.”
Guru Nanak ji replied, “Listen to me, my dear Mardana. I have not cursed the good people. I wish these good people to scatter and live in other parts of the world. Wherever they go, they will make the people good. If there are more good people, the world will be happier. The bad people of the other village are good-for-nothing. They will make other people rude and unkind wherever they go. It is therefore better that they stay in their own village”.
source: The Good and The Bad
Once there were three people who took a walk in the country. They happened to see a man standing on a hill. One of them said, “I guess he is standing on a hill to search for lost cattle.”
“No,” the second said, “I think he is trying to find a friend who has wandered off somewhere.”
Whereas the third said,”No, he is simply enjoying the summer breeze.”
As there was no definite conclusion, they went up the hill and asked him,”Are you searching for strayed cattle?”
“No,” he replied.
“Are you looking for your friend?”
“Are you enjoying the cool breeze?”
“No,” yet again.
“Then why are you standing on the hill?”
“I am just standing” was the answer.
‘Don’t judge a man till you have walked a mile in his shoes’ … comes to mind, for example; I was on an outing with a co-worker the other day and we saw a lady standing on the street corner. Of course a comment came out that she was probably a ‘street walker’ working the corner, till we stopped at the red light and saw she had a bucket and was collecting money for charity. Assumptions are gremlins toying in the mind.
I recall, years ago when I was a ‘Hot Shot driver’ and went to the big city of Houston. I had stopped into a ‘Taco Bell’ to get a bite to eat. There in the parking lot was a man who appeared weathered, (homeless, a vagrant, or worse for wear) He told me he was hungry and wanted a couple dollars to get a bite to eat. I told him I was going inside and would buy him a burrito or something to eat. He refused, he wanted a couple dollars (or what ever I could spare) I told him I only had twenty dollar bills and would be happy to buy him something, but he refused. I found this odd but went in and got me some food and left.
When I got to the first red light, while opening up my bag to eat, I noticed that my ‘hand truck’ (dolly) was missing out of the back of my truck. I had watched the truck closely and was only inside the Taco Bell for a short time so when did the dolly come up missing. I turned around and went back to the Taco Bell and looked around, there was no vagrant and little was ‘open’ around the area except a bar. I went into the bar and there sat the vagrant (with a drink) and next to the bar was my dolly.
I went straight up to the bar and the vagrant took off in a dead run. I explained to the bar-tender that the dolly sitting there had been stolen out of my truck and it did have my name on it. The bar-tender said he had paid ten dollars for the dolly and that if I wanted it back I would have to give him ten dollars. I asked if I could use his phone to call the police and have them settle the matter. He relinquished the ‘Hand cart’.
Thoughts of grabbing the vagrant and beating a lesson into him come to mind, but I knew that would be useless, and would probably get me in more trouble than what the vagrant had done. My goal was to retrieve what was rightfully mine. With that being achieved, I left with my ‘Dolly’.
I had a handful of thoughts about this incident. Every thing has a lesson in it, and I certainly learned a lot from this experience. I had come to realize that ‘should have’ and ‘could have done’ are like assumptions that are nothing more than gremlins toying in the mind.
may your path be pleasant and serene