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What Is The Moral Of This Story?

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Elizabeth Richardson currently lives on The Gold Coast Of Australia and is a mother, teacher and author of the International Best Seller 500 Confessions. Elizabeth worked as a Professional Counselor, has trained to lead Group Therapy Workshops , studied Strategic Intervention with Anthony Robbins and Cloé Madanes and is a certified Rebirth Practitioner (Australian Institute Of Rebirthing). These days Elizabeth enjoys a life of total luxury but still plays as a writer professional photographer and web designer. Her passion for living, loving and laughing, remains at the forefront of her focus.


3 thoughts on “What Is The Moral Of This Story?

  • November 8, 2007 at 9:05 am
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    The Pleasure Book

    She is an aged woman, but her face is serene, and peaceful, though trouble has not passed her by.

    She seems utterly above the little worries and vexations which torment the average woman and leave lines of cares.

    A fretful Woman asked her one day the secret of her happiness; and the beautiful old face shone with joy.

    “My dear,” she said, “I keep a Pleasure Book.”

    “A what?”

    “A Pleasure Book. Long ago I learned that there is no day so dark and gloomy that it does not contain some ray of light, and I have made it one business of my life to write down the little things which mean so much to a woman.

    I have a book marked for every day of every year since I left school. It is but a little thing: the new gown, the chat with a friend, the thoughtfulness of my husband, a flower, a book, a walk in the field, a letter, a concert, or a drive :

    but it all goes into my Pleasure Book, and, when I am inclined to fret, I read a few pages to see what a happy, blessed woman I am.

    You may see my treasures if you will.”

    “Slowly the peevish, discontented woman turned over the book her friend brought her, reading a little here and there.

    One day’s entries ran thus: “Had a pleasant letter from mother. Saw a beautiful lily in a window. Found the pin I thought I had lost. Saw such a bright, happy girl on the street. Husband brought some roses in the evening.”

    “Have you found a pleasure for every day ?” the discontented Woman asked.

    “For every day,” the low voice answered; “I had to make my theory come true, you know.”

    The Fretful Woman ought to have stopped there, but did not; and she found that page where it was written:

    “He died with his hand in mine, and my name upon his lips.”

    What is the moral of this story?

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  • December 28, 2007 at 6:39 pm
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    Don’t Quit – Author Unknown

    When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
    When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
    When funds are low and the debts are high,
    And you want to smile but you have to sigh,
    When care is pressing you down a bit,
    Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

    Life is queer with its twists and turns,
    As every one of us sometimes learns,
    And many a failure turns about,
    When he might have won if he’d stuck it out.
    Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow –
    You may succeed with another blow.

    Often the goal is nearer than
    It seems to a faint and faltering man;
    Often the struggler has given up
    When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
    And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
    How close he was to the golden crown.

    Success is failure turned inside out –
    The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
    And you never can tell how close you are –
    It may be near when it seems afar;
    So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
    It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.

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  • February 29, 2008 at 4:49 pm
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    The Sands of Forgiveness – by Author Unknown

    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.

    They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.

    After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:
    TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.

    The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?”

    The other friend replied “When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”

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