how the poor live...

One of the nicest story I've read so far, it actually made me a little teary eyed.. T_T


One day, a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"

"It was great, Dad."

"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.

"Oh yeah," said the son.

"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.

The son answered, "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden, and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden, and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard, and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on, and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them."

The boy's father was speechless.

Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are."

thanks Santhanam for sharing and flickr for the photo... :D

4 things you cannot recover

"A young lady was waiting for her flight at a boarding room in the big airport. As she would need to wait many hours, she decided to buy a book to spend her time. She also bought a packet of cookies. She sat down in an armchair, in the VIP room of the airport, to rest and read in peace.

Beside the armchair where the packet of cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading. When she took out the first cookie, the man took one also. She felt irritated but said nothing. She just thought: What a nerve! If I was in the mood, I would punch him for daring.

For each cookie she took, the man took one too. This was infuriating her but she didn't want to cause a scene. When only one cookie remained, she thought: "Ah.. what this abusive man do now!"
Then, the man, taking the last cookie, divided it into half, giving her one half.

Ah that was too much! She was so angry now!
In a huff, she took her book, her things and stormed to the boarding place.

When she sat down in her place, inside the plane, she looked into her purse to take her eyeglasses, and to her surprise, her packet of cookies was there, untouched, unopened!

She felt so ashamed! She realized that she was wrong. She had forgotten that her cookies was kept in her purse.

The man had divided the cookies with her, without feeling angered or bitter.
...while she had been very angry, thinking that she was dividing her cookies with him. And now, there was no chance to explain herself...nor to apologize."

The moral of the story...

There are 4 things that you cannot recover...

- a stone... after the throw!
- a word... after it's said!
- the occasion... after the loss!
- the time... after it's gone!

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