Stories to grow by

[John Roberts]

I thought I would start with a story I recieved today. All story contributions are welcome this will probably die like all my threads but what the heck.....

Subject: Native American Indian
Telling a wise story to his grandchildren:

He said to them, "A fight is going on inside me, it is a terrible fight
and
it is between two wolves.

One wolf is evil--- he is fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed,
arrogance, self-pity, guilt, jealousy, resentment, inferiority, lies,
false
pride,competition, superiority, and ego.

The other is good--- he is joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity,
humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth,

compassion and faith.

This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person,
too."

They thought about it for a minute and then one child asked his
grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

 

[John Roberts]

A little out of subject but the growing part is the woman's calmness, I know I love it when I can remain calm in adversity.
it gives one a sense of empowerment.


True Story at Denver Airport.........


For all of you out there who've had to deal with an irate customer, this one is for you.

It's a classic! An award should go to the United Airlines gate agent in Denver for being smart and funny, while making her point, when confronted with a passenger who probably deserved to fly as cargo.

A crowded United Airlines flight was canceled. A single agent was
rebooking a long line of inconvenienced travelers.

Suddenly an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket on the counter and said "I HAVE to be on this flight and it has to be FIRST CLASS."

The agent replied, "I am sorry, sir. I'll be happy to try to help you,
but I've got to help these folks first, and I'm sure we'll be able to
work something out."

The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the
passengers behind him could hear, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?"

Without hesitating, the agent smiled and grabbed her public address microphone, "May I have your attention please, " she began, her voice heard clearly throughout the terminal. "We have a passenger here at Gate 14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to Gate 14."

With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man
glared at the United agent, gritted his teeth and swore "F*** You!".

Without flinching, she smiled and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to get in line for that too".

 

[John Roberts]

Okay it is not a story to grow by......but I love this silly joke.


Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time,
which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet.
He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him ....what?
A super callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

 

[John Roberts]

Okay lets try this one....

A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing
in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about
an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse.
"But why?" they asked, as they moved off. "Because," he said, "I
can't stand chess nuts boasting in an open foyer."

 

[John Roberts]

These friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened
up a small florist shop to raise funds. Since everyone liked to buy
flowers from the men of God, a rival florist across town thought the
competition was unfair. He asked the good fathers to close down,
but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close
They ignored him. So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the
roughest and most vicious thug in town to "persuade" them to close.
Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he'd be back if they didn't close up shop.
Terrified, they did so, by proving that Hugh,
and only
Hugh, can prevent florist friars.

 

[John Roberts]

A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes
to a family in Egypt and is named "Ahmal." The other goes to a family
in Spain; they name him "Juan." Years later, Juan sends a picture of
himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells
her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds,
"They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal."

 

[John Roberts]

I try to take one day at a time,
Sometimes two of them get me at once.