Collection of Inspired short story

 
The first: Day yesterday. (Past)

You can not change anything that has happened.
You may not remove your sin;
and repeat the excitement that you felt yesterday.
Leave through the day yesterday, just release ...

The second: Day tomorrow. (FUTURE)

 until tomorrow's sunrise ,
You never know what will happen.
You can not do anything tomorrow.
You may not sad or cheerful in the next day.
Tomorrow has not arrived, let alone ...

Remaining now is: this. (Present)

the past Doors have been closed ;
Door of the future was not yet arrived.
focus yourself for this day.
You can do more things this week
if you are able to forgive  the yesterday and release your fear for tomorrow.
live today. Because, the past and the future
is just a complex mind game.
live as well as possible on this day.
Because the only day, is this eternal day.

Treat everyone with kindness and
respect, although they don't do the same to you.

love someone with whole-hearted today,
tomorrow may be because the story has changed.
Remember that you show appreciation to the
another person not because who they are, but because of who
yourself

Work with the full spirit of this day,
because what happens next may be the result of hard work today,
while tomorrow has its own challenges and opportunity
Therefore, enjoy the challenge of the day ..

So friend, do not let the past restraint you or the future makes you confused,

do the best THIS DAY, and also do NOW !!!!!!

This is why today is called a PRESENT
Success is not the key of happiness. Happiness is the key of success ok.

(By Sutan marajo)

If you were here I would say thank-you,
for teaching me to find the courage and strength
to dance to my own brand of music.

If you were here I would say thank-you,
for showing me that each and everyone of us are a miracle of God
each destined to leave our own unique footprints in this journey called life.

If you were here I would say thank-you,
for encouraging me to see the invisible in order to do the impossible

If you were here I would say thank-you,
for always loving me unconditionally,
even when I least deserved it.

If you were here I would say thank-you,
for showing me daily the value of family and friendship, loyalty and love

If you were here I would say thank-you,
for believing in me when I no longer believed in myself

If you were here I would say thank-you,
for all the examples of how to be a mother, body and soul.

If you were here I would say thank-you
for all the sacrifices, heartache, loneliness, tears, and frustrations
that you so selflessly endured since the day I was born,
the day you decided to forever have your heart leave your body

Since you are no longer here,
I will close my eyes and say thank-you in my prayers,
and hope that you know you were all I have ever wanted to be.

(by Dorrette Hogan)

To yourself: The gifts of daily self-examination, self-discipline, self-respect, originality, a balanced diet, regular exercise, and regular mental and spiritual nourishment.

To your brothers and sisters: The gifts of love, help, understanding and emotional support.

To your spouse: The gifts of appreciation, support, affection, faithfulness, love, patience, understanding, and time.

To your children: The gifts of education, shelter, guidance, love, understanding, patience, sympathy, time, and good example.

To your parents: The gifts of thoughtfulness, love, appreciation, and thankful heart.

To your helpers: The gifts of kindness, appreciation, motivation, and reward.

To your friends: The gifts of encouragement, communication, help, and your presence in times of storms.

To strangers: The gifts of a smile, open-mindedness, kind words, and deeds.

To your colleagues: The gifts of sense of humor, open-mindedness, tactfulness, encouragement, sincerity, cooperation, and support.

To your boss: The gifts of humbleness, humility, loyalty, honesty, respect, quality service and creativeness.

To the broken-hearted: The gifts of undivided attention, emotional support and encouragement.

To the lowly ones: The gifts of helping hands and loving heart.

To your enemies: The gifts of forgiveness, humility, reconciliation, service, and a smile.

To the prisoners: The gifts of clothes, foods, medicines, and evangelization.

To your country: The gifts of loyalty, support, compliance to the laws of the land, and submission to the authority.

To the Almighty God: The gifts of daily communication, appreciation, diligent application on His wise counsels and finally, the gifts of sharing His words to all nations of the world.

Apply and give these gifts to yourself and to somebody else, so you can make this world a little better and peaceful place to live!

On a beautiful morning, an older gentleman, aged 75, was sitting with his son when he asked his son what was sitting in the window. He himself was not able to recognize what it was, due to his weak eyesight.

His son replied, "That is the crow."

Due to his age, the older man forgot and asked again.

His son again replied the same thing, "That is the crow."

This exchange continued for seven to eight times when, and at last, his son got annoyed and replied with anger, "Why are you asking the same thing again and again?"

The old man replied with tears in his eyes. "Son, don't get angry. When you were at the age of 4 years you asked me the same question 40 times and I never got angry." 

Why does the sun rise
Why do we get up in the morning
Why is there breathe in our lungs
Why are we here
Hope
For hope we live

Not because the grass
Is green beneath our feet
Not because the clouds
Are calm above our heads
Not because the sunshine is warm
And the breeze cool on our sides
But for hope
For hope we live

Not because there are mangoes up the tree
But because there is seed in the ground
And there will be a harvest
Not because the well is wet
But look the clouds are gathering
And there will be rain
And rivers will flow
Rivers of joy
Rivers of peace
Of life
Hope
For hope we live

Why does a baby crawl
Why does a widow hum
Why does a builder
Place brick on brick on brick
Why does a fisherman
Cast his net upon a bare lake
Hope
For hope we live

Not because yesterday was full
Not because today is fresh
But because tomorrow is fertile
Hope
For hope we live
And hope does not
Let us down! 

(By Caroline Nderitu (Kenya) )

There's a story about the California gold rush that tells of two brothers who sold all they had and went prospecting for gold. They discovered a vein of the shining ore, staked a claim, and proceeded to get down to the serious business of getting the gold ore out of the mine. All went well at first, but then a strange thing happened. The vein of gold ore disappeared! They had come to the end of the rainbow, and the pot of gold was no longer there. The brothers continued to pick away, but without succes. Finally, they gave up in disgust.

They sold their equipment and claim rights for a few hundred dollars, and took the train back home. Now the man who bought the claim hired an engineer to examine the rock strata of the mine. The engineer advised him to continue digging in the same spot where the former owners had left off. And three feet deeper, the new owner struck gold.

A little more persistence and the two brothers would have been millionaires themselves. That's gold in you too. Do you need to dig three feet farther? 

The Boss drives his men, The Leader inspires them..

The Boss depends on authority, The Leader depends on goodwill..

The Boss evokes fear, The Leader radiates love..

The Boss says "I", The Leader says "We"..

The Boss shows who is wrong, The Leader shows what is wrong..

The Boss knows how it is done, The Leader knows how to do it..

The Boss demands respect, The Leader commands respect..

"Sir, What is the secret of your success?" a reporter asked a bank president.

"Two words"

"And, Sir,what are they?"

"Right decisions."

"And how do you make right decisions?"

"One word."

"And,sir,What is that?"

"Experience."

"And how do you get Experience ?"

"Two words"

"And, Sir,what are they?"

"Wrong decisions" 

this is another version of what's the secret of success

"Takes pain," said the window.
"Keep cool," said the ice.
"Drive hard," said the hammer.
"Be up to date," said the calender.
"Never be led," said the pencil.
"Be sharp," said the knife.
"Make light around you," said the fire.
"Stick to it," said the glue.
"Be bright," said the lamp. 

Foolish people with all their other thoughts, have this one too: They are always getting ready to live, but never living.

Your success will start when you begin to pursue it. To reach your goal or to attain success, you don't need to know all of the answers in advance. You just need to have a clear idea of what your goal is.

Don't procrastinate when faced with difficult problems. Break your problems into parts, and handle one part at a time.

Develop tendencies toward taking action. You can make something happen right now. Divide your big plan into small steps and take that first step right away.

Everyone who ever got where they are had to begin where they were. Your big opportunity is where you are right now.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. Take it. 

Chapter 1.
I walk down a street and there's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. It takes forever to get out. It's my fault.

Chapter 2.
I walk down the same street. I fall in the hole again. It still takes a long time to get out. It's not my fault.

Chapter 3.
I walk down the same street. I fall in the hole again. It's becoming a habit. It is my fault. I get out immediately.

Chapter 4.
I walk down the same street and see the deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.

Chapter 5.
I walk down a different street. 

There once was a king named Dionysius who ruled in Syracuse, the richest city in Sicily. He lived in a fine palace where there were many beautiful and costly things, and he was waited upon by a host of servants who were always ready to do his bidding.

Naturally, because Dionysius had so much wealth and power, there were many in Syracuse who envied his good fortune. Damocles was one of these. He was one of Dionysius's best friends, and he was always saying to him, "How lucky you are! You have everything anyone could wish for. You must be the happiest man in the world."

One day Dionysius grew tired of hearing such talk. "Come now," he said, "do you really think I'm happier than everyone else?"

"But of course you are," Damocles replied. "Look at the great treasures you possess, and the power you hold. You have not a single worry in the world. How could life be any better?"

"Perhaps you would like to change places with me," said Dionysius.

"Oh, I would never dream of that," said Damocles. "But if I could only have your riches and your pleasures for one day, I should never want any greater happiness."

"Very well. Trade places with me for just one day, and you shall have them."

And so, the next day, Damocles was led to the palace, and all the servants were instructed to treat him as their master. They dressed him in royal robes, and placed on his head a crown of gold. He sat down at a table in the banquet hall, and rich foods were set before him. Nothing was wanting that could give him pleasure. There were costly wines, and beautiful flowers, and rare perfumes, and delightful music. He rested himself among soft cushions, and felt he was the happiest man in all the world.

"Ah, this is the life," he sighed to Dionysius, who sat at the other end of the long table. "I've never enjoyed myself so much."

And as he raised a cup to his lips, he lifted his eyes toward the ceiling. What was that dangling above him, with its point almost touching his head?

Damocles stiffened. The smile faded from his lips, and his face turned ashy pale. His hands trembled. He wanted no more food, no more wine, no more music. He only wanted to be out of the palace, far away, he cared no where. For directly above his head hung a sword, held to the ceiling by only a single horsehair. Its sharp blade glittered as it pointed right between his eyes. He started to jump up and run, but stopped himself, frightened that any sudden move might snap the thin thread and bring the sword down. He sat frozen to his chair.

"What is the matter, my friend?" Dionysius asked. "You seem to have lost your appetite."

"That sword! That sword!" whispered Damocles. "Don't you see it?"

"Of course I see it," said Dionysius. "I see it every day. It always hangs over my head, and there is always the chance someone or something may cut the slim thread. Perhaps one of my own advisors will grow jealous of my power and try to kill me. Or someone may spread lies about me, to turn people against me. It may be that a neighboring kingdom will send an army to seize this throne. Or I might make an unwise decision that will bring my downfall. If you want to be a leader, you must be willing to accept these risks. They come with the power, you see."

"Yes, I do see," said Damocles. "I see now that I was mistaken, and that you have much to think about besides your riches and fame. Please take your place, and let me go back to my own house."

And as long as he lived, Damocles never again wanted to change places, even for a moment, with the king. 

here are two days in every week about which we should not worry,
  two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and cares,
  its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.

Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
  All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.

We cannot undo a single act we performed;
  we cannot erase a single word we said.
Yesterday is gone forever.

The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow
  with all its possible adversities, its burdens,
its large promise and its poor performance;
  Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.

Tomorrow's sun will rise,
  either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise.
Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow,
  for it is yet to be born.

This leaves only one day, Today.
  Any person can fight the battle of just one day.
It is when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities
  Yesterday and Tomorrow that we break down.

It is not the experience of Today that drives a person mad,
  it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.

  Let us, therefore, Live but one day at a time. 

It seems that a man had gone to the tailor to have a suit made cheaply, but when the suit was finished and he went to try it on, it didn't fit him at all.

Complaining that the jacket was too big in back, the right arm was too long, one pant leg was too short and three buttons were missing, the man was justifiably upset.

"No problem," said the tailor, "just hunch your back, bend your arm, walk with a limp, and stick your fingers through the button holes and you'll look just fine!"

The man contorted his body to fit the suit and feeling duped by the tailor, he left. He had not walked one block when he was approached by a stranger.

"Who made that suit for you?" asked the stranger. "I'm in the market for a new suit myself."

Surprised, but pleased at the compliment, the man pointed out the tailor's shop.

"Well, thanks very much," said the stranger, hurrying off. "I do believe I'll go to that tailor for my suit. Why, he must be a genius to fit a cripple like you."

Funny? But what if I tell you that it's exactly what our school and education system did to us. 

( by Jean Hendrichson)

A dear friend sent me this poem. It was written by Alice Kerr of Lower Bucks, PA. She is a member of the Compassionate Friends, an organization for parents who have lost a child. I thought our readers might benefit from its words.

"Now I know I never knew,
when you lost your child,
What you were going through.
I wasn't there,
I stayed away,
I just deserted you.

I didn't know the words to say,
I didn't know the things to do.
I think your pain so frightened me,
I didn't know how to comfort you.

And then one day me child died.
You were the first one there.
You quietly stayed by my side, listened,
And held me as I cried.
You didn't leave, you didn't go.
The lesson learned is . . . Now I know." 

One day I was lying on the bed, reading, when my mother came into the room. She held out a vase--a rather ugly vase. She asked, 'Would you like to have this vase?'

"I replied quickly, 'No, I don't want it.'

"As she turned to walk away, I picked up something that said to me, 'Wait a minute, don't shut this off yet.' So I asked, 'Where did you get it?'

"She said, 'Oh, I got it when I filled an order.' Filled an order? I thought--no communication here. So I asked, 'What do you mean, filled an order?'

'Well,' she said, 'when I was a little girl, the Smith Company mailed catalogs to people. I would take the catalog around the neighborhood, and I'd get people to order from it. When I filled an order and sent it in, they gave me a prize. One time, I got a porch swing for my family.'

"Now you have to understand," said Hensley, "that my mother is 81 years old. She is one of six children in a family that her father deserted when she was quite young. Money was real hard to come by. My grandmother managed to keep the family together through the years, although I don't know how. For my mother to win a luxury like a porch swing was a significant accomplishment. Although she no longer had the swing, she had the vase--a vase full of meaning--which she offered to me. Instantly I said, 'Mom, I want the vase.' Now it sits in a prominent place in my living room. It symbolizes a precious meaning which my mother and I share: Unless you and I are sensitive to the other person and hear meaning, we may well have a communication problem. 

A woman bought eggs and butter from a farmer who had a fine reputation not only for the quality of his products, but also for his promptness of delivery. Then one day, when she was expecting guests, he failed to come. On the next delivery, she spoke harshly to him. At the end of her tirade he said quietly, "I'm sorry if I caused you any inconvenience, but I had the misfortune of burying my mother yesterday."

Ashamed, the woman determined never to speak harshly to anyone again until she fully understood the cause of the delay. 

(byEric Butterworth)

This's a story about four people: Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody.

There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realised that Everybody wouldn't do it.

It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody have done. 

A DOG, crossing a bridge over a stream with a piece of flesh in his mouth, saw his own shadow in the water and took it for that of another Dog, with a piece of meat double his own in size. He immediately let go of his own, and fiercely attacked the other Dog to get his larger piece from him. He thus lost both: that which he grasped at in the water, because it was a shadow; and his own, because the stream swept it away. 

There was a fly buzzing around a barn one day when he happened on a pile of fresh cow manure. Due to the fact that it had been hours since his last meal, he flew down and began to eat. He ate and ate and ate.

Finally, he decided he had eaten enough and tried to fly away. He had eaten too much though, and could not get off the ground. As he looked around wondering what to do now, he spotted a pitchfork leaning up against the wall.

He climbed to the top of the handle and jumped off, thinking that once he got airborne, he would be able to take flight. Unfortunately he was wrong and dropped like a rock, splatting when he hit the floor. Dead. 

An emperor was coming out of his palace for his morning walk when he met a beggar. He asked the beggar, "What do you want?"

The beggar laughed and said, "You are asking me as though you can fulfill my desire!"

The king was offended. He said, "Of course I can fulfill your desire. What is it? Just tell me."

And the beggar said, "Think twice before you promise anything."

The beggar was no ordinary beggar, he was the emporers past life master. He had promised in that life, "I will come and try to wake you in your next life. This life you have missed but I will come again." But the king had forgotten completely -- who remembers past lives? So he insisted, "I will fulfill anything you ask. I am a very powerful emperor, what can you possibly desire that I can not give to you?"

The beggar said, "It is a very simple desire. You see this begging bowl? Can you fill it with something?"

The emperor said, "Of course!" He called one of his viziers and told him, "Fill this mans begging bowl with money." The vizier went and got some money and poured it into the bowl, and it disappeared. And he poured more and more, and the moment he would pour it, it would disappear. And the beggging bowl remained always empty.

The whole palace gathered. By and by the rumor went throughout the whole capital, and a huge crowd gathered. The prestige of the emperor was at stake. He said to his viziers, "If the whole kingdom is lost, I am ready to lose it, but I cannot be defeated by this beggar."

Diamons and pearls and emeralds, his treasuries were becoming empty.The begging bowl seemed to be bottomless. Everything that was put into it -- everything! -- immediately disappeared, went out of existence. Finally it was the evening, and the people were standing there in utter silence. The king dropped at the fet of the beggar and admitted his defeat. he said, "Just tell me one thing. You are victorious - but before you leave, just fulfill my curiousity. What is the beging bowl made of?"

The beggar laughed and said, "It is made up of the human mind. There is no secret. It is simple made up of human desire."

This understanding transforms life. Go into one desire -- what is the mechanism of it? First there is a great excitement, great thrill, adventure. you feel a great kick. Somehting is going to happen, you are on the verge of it. And then you have the car, you have the yacht, you have the house, you have the woman, and suddenly all is meaningless again.

What happens? Your mind has dematerialised it. The car is standing in the drive, but there is no excitement anymore. The excitement was only in getting it. You became so drunk with the desire thah you forgot your inner nothingness. Now the desire is fulfilled, the car in the drive, the woman in your bed, the money in your bank account - again excitement disappears. Again the emptiness is there, ready to eat you up. Again you have to create another desire to escape this yawning abyss.

That's how one moves from one desire to another desire. That's how one remains a beggar. Your whole life proves it again and again -- every desire frustrates. And when the goal is achieved, you will need another desire.

The day you understand that desire as such is going to fail comes the turning point in your life.

The other journey is inwards. move inwards, come back home. 

A little boy once found a jar of nuts on the table.

"I would like some of these nuts," he thought. "I'm sure Mother will give them to me if she were here. I'll take a big handful." So he reached into the jar and grabbed as many as he could hold.

But when he tried to pull his hand out, he found the neck of the jar was too small. His hand was held fast, but he did not want to drop any of the nuts.

He tried again and again, but he couldn't get the whole handful out. At last he began to cry.

Just then his mother came into the room. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"I can't take this handful of nuts out of the jar," sobbed the boy.

"Well, don't be so greedy," his mother replied. "Just take two or three, and you'll have no trouble getting your hand out."

"How easy that was," said the boy as he left the table. "I might have thought of that myself." 

If I could live forever, I definitely would...

Walk through the dark frozen canyon of the great Valles Marineris of Mars

I'd fly in a jet stream above the Himalayan Mountains and try and count the uncountable stars

I would surf in the clouds of a rising Nebula and would paint the swirls of the southern aurora

I would try those things

If I could live forever (...I would)



Oh, if I could live forever, I would...

Climb the summit of Olympus Mons wearing a polo shirt and flop thongs

I'd ski down the slope of Everest

I'd live it wild, in the Wild, Wild West

I would swim across the Pacific in a wooden boat with a large paddle stick

I would try those things

If I could live forever (...I would)



Let me live forever, I really want to, then I could...

Reach the borders of space at my own steady pace

I could jump three hundred meters high on the moon's low gravity

I could walk, run and fly in lands full of wonder and mystery

I would try those things

If I could live forever (...yes I believe I would)



If I could live forever, then I would...

Cruise around our sun while having endless amounts of fun

I'd chase the Kuiper asteroid belt and watch Haley's comet slowly melt

I'd venture far into Andromeda and explore every known natural wonder

Yes the list would go on forever

I would try everything,

If I could live forever (...then I would) 

(By Allen Steble)

Nearly every day in our lives, if we are out and about, we will run into people who are unpleasant, obnoxious and downright nasty. It could be on the road, in the supermarket, in the workplace or any other location were we come into contact with people with differing views.

Perhaps those people see us as unpleasant, obnoxious and downright nasty and maybe sometimes we are, knowingly or unknowingly, the agitators.

If we hold on to the nasty comments of other people or our own, over time, it will swell into a river of negative thoughts. Therefore, it is best to forgive and forget any past unpleasantness.

It is also very important to forgive ourselves for any transgressions our emotional ego's may sometimes commit. Both forms of forgiving (self and other people) are very important if we are to remain healthy and disease free.

A mind filled with resentments and hates will fill the body full of cancer, heart failure and other debilitating illnesses over a period of years ... Hence, forgiveness is a powerful medicine and sometimes may be a hard pill to swallow.

My Jewish name is Menacha, which means to forgive. I may kid around with negative people and sometimes speak my mind about their negative approach but I wish them all well and they should all live a prosperous life in love and joy despite their inner Goliaths.

When anger or resentments come into our mind towards others, who have done us a disservice, we should learn to turn their insults into creative ideas from our heart and soul. In other words, turn a negative remark from others into a positive idea that can produce great results for future prosperity.

Enjoy each moment on earth and don't allow other peoples negative comments to steal the joy of the moment. 

(By Michael Levy)

There is a story of identical twins. One was a hope-filled optimist. "Everything is coming up roses!" he would say. The other twin was a sad and hopeless pessimist. He thought that Murphy, as in Murphy's Law, was an optimist. The worried parents of the boys brought them to the local psychologist.

He suggested to the parents a plan to balance the twins" personalities. "On their next birthday, put them in separate rooms to open their gifts. Give the pessimist the best toys you can afford, and give the optimist a box of manure." The parents followed these instructions and carefully observed the results.

When they peeked in on the pessimist, they heard him audibly complaining, "I don't like the color of this computer . . I'll bet this calculator will break . . . I don't like the game . . . I know someone who's got a bigger toy car than this . . ."

Tiptoeing across the corridor, the parents peeked in and saw their little optimist gleefully throwing the manure up in the air. He was giggling. "You can't fool me! Where there's this much manure, there's gotta be a pony!" 

On a clear, bright sunny day take powerful magnifying glass and a stack of newspapers and go outside for an experiment. Hold the magnifying glass over a pile of crumpled pages. Even though you are magnifying the power of the sun's rays through the glass lens, you will never start a fire - if you keep moving the glass.

But if you hold the magnifying glass still, allowing it to focus the rays in a concentrated beam of sun energy, you harness the power of the sun and multiply it through the lens - starting a fire.

Focusing also works with your power of thought! Try it and ignite your wandering ideas. 

There once was an oyster
Whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand
Had got into his shell.

It was only a grain,
but it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings
Although they're so plain.

Now, did he berate
the harsh workings of fate
That had brought him
To such a deplorable state?

Did he curse at the government,
Cry for election,
And claim that the sea should
Have given him protection?

'No,' he said to himself
As he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it,
I shall try to improve it.

Now the years have rolled around,
As the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate
Destiny ­ stew.

And the small grain of sand
That had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl
All richly aglow.

Now the tale has a moral,
for isn't it grand
What an oyster can do
With a morsel of sand?

What couldn't we do
If we'd only begin
With some of the things
That get under our skin.