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I was strolling in the gardens of an insane asylum when I met a young man who was reading a philosophy book. His behavior and his evident good health made him stand out from the other inmates.
I sat down beside him and asked:
What are you doing here?
He looked at me, surprised. But seeing that I was not one of the doctors, he replied…
As soon as I sat in meditation I met my spirit guide Chien. “Come on, let’s go,” he said as if I’d arrived just in time.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“On an adventure” he called over his shoulder as he shot off into the blackness. “Follow me.”
So I did. I launched myself in the blackness…
Once there was a panhandler who sat on a street corner begging for spare change from passersby. Every day he sat on the curb with a ripped and tattered cardboard sign on which he had scrawled “Help. Please.”
He held out his sign to one and all, while at his feet lay a black bowler hat into which they might place a coin or a bill. If people were generous he was sometimes able to beg enough for a hearty meal within a few hours.
But if people were stingy…
Catherine the Great received some boxes of freshly harvested oranges in the dead cold of winter. The note that came with it said they were from a distant port. The note said, ‘See what we are capable of bringing to you? We need your help to grow even more.’ Impressed, she sent a massive amount of money so that this port could develop further.
However, the oranges had been brought from other countries through the Black Sea. Without telling lies, the note to the empress did not…
Both teams, lined up and stood facing each other as the greeting yells roared over the field and the over-crowded stands. The fans had gathered, radio and TV stations were present, the business seats were filled. Nobody wanted to miss anything of this annual top meeting between the two biggest rivalling hometown teams with both of them in their own town and each with their own support, their own tribe to represent themselves.
The field players were in position; the pitcher…
Lame Elk, who had just passed his 14th year, had taken on the family responsibility of his father, Standing Elk. His father and mother had both been killed several months before in an attack on the village by a nomadic hostile tribe. He was fulfilling all his father’s and mother’s duties of providing food, shelter and nurturing for his younger brother and two younger sisters.
He was proud of himself, even though it was harder to do than he let on…
The year 2008 has been a most difficult for me. I lost my way. I lost my job. I lost my trust in people. But, most importantly, I lost the confidence of my wife. Oh, she knows that I love her. She knows that I love the children, but what she does not know is if I love me?
This would seem to be a darn good question in light of my past behavior…
In the city of Mumbai, there was once a rare bird, called Bugun Liocichla. This bird was one of an endangered species, with the only known population estimated to consist of 14 individuals in Mumbai.
This bird had two sons who were growing up and had started asking him questions on life, on conduct, on work, and on…
