DIRT ON MY BACK

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One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

MORAL :
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

THE WOLF AND THE LAMB.

by Aesof
One hot, sultry day, a Wolf and a Lamb happened
to come, just at the same time, to quench
their thirst in the stream of a clear silver brook,
that ran tumbling down the side of a rocky
mountain. The Wolf stood upon the higher
ground, and the Lamb at some distance from
him down the current. However, the Wolf,
having a mind to pick a quarrel with him,
asked him, what he meant by disturbing the
water, and making it so muddy that he could
not drink and, at the same time, demanded
satisfaction. The Lamb, frightened at this
threatening charge, told him, in a tone as mild
as possible, that, with humble submission, he
could not conceive how that could be, since
the water which he drank, ran down from the
Wolf to him, and therefore it could not be
disturbed so far up the stream.  "Be that as it
will" replies the Wolf, '"you are a rascal, and
I have been told that you treated me with ill
language behind my back, about half a year
ago." " Upon my word" says the Lamb, " the
time you mention was before I was born."  The
Wolf, finding it to no purpose to argue any
longer against truth, fell into a great passion,
snarling and foaming at the mouth, as if
he had been mad and drawing nearer to
the Lamb, " Sirrah" says he,
"if it was not you, it was your father, and that is all one"
So he seized the poor, innocent, helpless
thing, tore it to pieces, and made a meal
of it.


MORAL:
The thing which is pointed at in this fable
is so obvious, that it will be impertinent to
multiply words about it. When a cruel ill-natured
man has a mind to abuse one inferior
to himself, either in power or courage, though
he has not given the least occasion for it, how
does he resemble the Wolf! whose envious,
rapacious temper could not bear to see innocence
live quietly in its neighborhood. In
short, wherever ill people are in power, innocence
and integrity are sure to be persecuted:
the more vicious the community is, the better
countenance they have for their own villainous
measures. To practice honesty in bad times,
is being liable to suspicion enough; but if any
one should dare to prescribe it, it is ten to one
but he would be impeached of high crimes and
misdemeanors: for to stand up for justice in
a degenerate and corrupt state, is tacitly to
upbraid the government, and seldom fails of
pulling down vengeance upon the head of him
that offers to stir in its defense. Where cruelty
and malice are in combination with power,
nothing is so easy as for them to find a pretense
to tyrannize over innocence, and exercise
all manner of injustice.

Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.

I just got this from my email and I think its worth sharing on this blog. 
Thanks Mark A. G. 

A friend of mine opened his wife’s underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package:

‘This, - he said - isn’t any ordinary package.’

He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.

‘She got this the first time we went to New York , 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on , was saving it for a special occasion.

Well, I guess this is it.

He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothing he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died.

He turned to me and said:

‘Never save something for a special occasion.

Every day in your life is a special occasion’.

I still think those words changed my life.

Now I read more and clean less.

I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.

I spend more time with my family, and less at work.

I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through.

I no longer keep anything.

I use crystal glasses every day…

I’ll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if I feel like it.

I don’t save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to.

The words ‘Someday…’ and ‘ One Day…’ are fading away from my dictionary.

If it’s worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now…

I don’t know what my friend’s wife would have done if she knew she wouldn’t be there the next morning, this nobody can tell.

I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends.
She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels.

I’d like to think she would go ou t for Chinese, her favourite food.

It’s these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come..

Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.

Live for today, for tomorrow is promised to no-one.

Each  day, each hour, each minute, is  special.