"Lesson One
An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him,"Can I also sit like you and do nothing?"The eagle answered: "Sure, why not."So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle, and rested.All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumpedon the rabbit and ate it.Management Lesson - To be sitting and doing nothing,you must be sitting very, very high up.
Lesson Two
A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy.""Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied he bull."They're packed with nutrients."The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.Finally after a fourth night, he was proudly perched at the top of the tree.Soon he was promptly spottedby a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.Management Lesson - Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.
Lesson Three
A little bird was flying south for the winter.Itwas so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field.While it was lying there, a cow cameby and dropped some dung on it.As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was.The dung was actually thawing him out!He lay there all warm and happy,and soon began to sing for joy.A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.Followingthe sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.Management Lesson - (1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!This ends your two minute management course."
Another one which I got from a leaflet:"How do you say 'frog' in different languages?
In Afrikaans, it is padda
In Bulgarian, it is ZHA-ba
In Chinese, as you know, it is qing wa
In Dutch, it is kikker
In English (needless to say), it is frog
In Spanish, or you can say Esperanto, it is rano
In French, it is grenouille
In German, it is der Frosch
In Hawaiian, it is poloka
In Indonesian, it is kodok
In Japanese, (Grace would love this), it is kawazu"
The Last Mail:
[Daughter-In-Law: "When i cooked food which is blend, you will grmble that they are tasteless. Now that I have cooked saltier, you complained that you can't swallow this at all! What exactly do you want?"
When the son came back, the mother immediately ate the food without a word. She stared at him. The son took a taste on his mother's food and spitted out immediately.He ranted at his wife, "Didn't I tell you that my mother cannot take too salty food?!"
The wife shouted, "OK! She's your mum! You cook for her in future!" After saying that, she stormed into their room angrily. Feeling helpless, the son told the mother, "Mum, don't eat this anymore. I will cook you a bowl of noodles."
The mother said, "Son, you have something to tell me? Don't keep everything to yourself."
Son: "Mum, I am going to get promoted soon and my upcoming working schedule will be very, very tight...and as for my wife..umm...she will be going out to work..."
The mother understood what he meant and said in a begging manner, "Son, please don't send me to the Old Folks' Home..."The son remained silent and tried to think of a good reason to persuade her mother.Then he said, "There is nothing wrong with the Old Folks' Home. Once my wife gone out to wrk, no one will serve you as well as the Home which provides you with meals and care.It would definitely be much better than being at home."
The son went for a bath after that and went into the Study Room. He looked out from the windows and thought back and hesitated for a while...His mother has been remaining as a widow since she was young with him, and solely brought him up painstakingly. She tried all means to earn as much as she could, in order to support him in studying overseas. Neither she had expected aything nor used her past painful experience to threaten his son to be filial.
While now, his wife is threatening him with the stake of their marriage."Should I send my Mum to the Home?" He asked himself."The only person who will accompany you till the end of your life would be your wife." said a friend before.
Your mother is in old age now, and if she's lucky, she might be able to live for a few years longer. Why not be filial to her for this period of time?" reminded some relatives.
He was struck in a dilemma.He did not want to think anymore, in order not to affect his decision.
The son found a Home with high standards, built on a beautiful and tranquil mountain top. He told himself that he would feel much better when he spent more.When the son helped his mother into the lobby of the Home, the 42' TV was turned on. The programme shown on screen was a comedy. But no one was laughing.A few old folks, dressed similarly in clothing, were sitting there, in a daze. There was one who was sitting improperly on a sofa, one who was bending down to pick up a piece of biscuit from the floor, and one who was talking to himself.
The son knew that his mother likes sunlight, so he chose a room with ample sun rays shining into the room. By viewing out from the room, was a big piece of greenery scene. A few nurses were wheeling some old folks out for some fresh air. THe silence in the background was so pathetic. The sun wood still need to set down.
Soon it was dusk. The son told the mother,"Mum, I am leaving."The mother waved to him saying goodbye, opening her toothless mouth...He turned back to lok at his mother.He was full of grey hair, and wrinkled skin with deep set eyes...He found out that she was really old.
He remembered when he was six, due to some circumstances, his mother could not take him along with her, thus temporarily placed him at a relative's home for a few days. He recalled hugging his mother's thigh and begging her not to leave him alone. In the end, she decided to stay with him. He stopped thinking and left.
When he returned home, his wife and his mother-in-law were busy discarding things from his mother's room, happily.One of the discarded items was his tall trophy which he won as First Prize when he was young. He wrote an essay on "MY MOTHER".
The second item discarded was a dictionary. That was the first gift from his mother, who scrimped and saved for a month in order to buy that for him.He shouted, "Enough! Stop discarding anymore!"
His mother-in-law cried, "There were so much rubbish. If we don't discard, there would not be any place for my stuff..."His wife continued, "Yeah! Need to dump away that old, stinky bed of your mum too. We will buy a new bed for my mum later."
He saw some pictures from teh stack; they were taken at a zoo and amusement park when his mother brought him there. THese are my precious belongings of my Mum! You can't discard them!""What sort of attitude is this? I demand you to apologise to my mum NOW!" ranted the wife.
The husband said, "When I got married with you, that showed that I will love your Mum too. But why can't you do the same too?"
He went back to the Home and saw his mother weeping in between her frail legs. She was missing the moments when her son would apply ointment for her every night...
The son kneeled before her and said, "Mum, here I come. I brought the ointment too."
THe mother said, "I will apply it myself, Son! You still need to work tomorrow. Go home, Son!"
Son said, "Mum, please forgive me! Let's go home!"
Hope this inspirational and touching story will move you. Without our parents, we won't be here. No parents will resort to any ways to harm their own children. They only want the benefits for them.
For Daughters and Sons: Please remember to return gratitude to your dads and mums.
For Daughter-In-Laws and Son-In-Laws: Please love your in lawas as you did to your parents, because without tehem, you will not find your partners. They are parents too...]
[A great note for all to read it will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you." Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
