Sand and Stone
This story tells of two friends walking through the desert. During some
point of the journey they had an argument and one friend slapped the other
one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying
anything, wrote in the sand: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take
a
bath. The one who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started
drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near
drowning, he wrote on a stone: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, After I
hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why? The
other friend replied, When someone hurts us we should write it down in
sand
where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does
something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever
erase it.
LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate
them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.
Originally posted by billwesthoffThat's good stuff!
Sand and Stone
This story tells of two friends walking through the desert. During some
point of the journey they had an argument and one friend slapped the other
one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying
anything, wrote in the sand: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.
They kept on walking until they found an ...[text shortened]... rson, an hour to appreciate
them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.
Phla-
On a far more trivial note:
A man is lost and wandering in the desert. His water has gone and he is dying of thirst. One day, when the sun was at its highest, he saw in the distance a small group of tents.
Rushing up, he heard the sounds of salesman advertising their wares.
In the first tent, the salesman was shouting "get your Jelly here. Jelly here". The dying man croaked "Do you have any water?". "No" replied the salesman, "try the next tent".
So the man goes onto the next tent, where the salesman is shouting "get your sponge here. sponge cake here". The dying man gasped "Do you have any water?". "No" replied the salesman, "try the next tent".
So the man goes onto the last tent, where the salesman is shouting "get your double whipped cream here. Double whipped cream, two for the price of one". The dying man rasped "Do you have any water?". "No" replied the salesman, "have you tried the other tents?"
"yes" replied the dying man "but nobody has any water. I just don't understand it. Why would you come all this way into the dessert without water?"
To which the salesman replied "Well, it is a trifle bizarre..."
😀
Originally posted by billwesthoffI like it, I really do. But I'm a synic. It assumes that the person really is your friend. If you write all the hurts he does you in sand then there could have been 10,000 hurts that you are ignoring. Take "battered wife" syndrome as an example, where she is left remembering the good he does for her (because he is constantly drilling it into her) and the bad that she does (for the same reason) and forgiving the bad he does to her (because she now feels so bad about herself that she believes it's her fault). Is it not better to keep the good & bad experiences in equal perspective, so that we can make a rational judgement?
Sand and Stone
This story tells of two friends walking through the desert. During some
point of the journey they had an argument and one friend slapped the other
one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying
anything, wrote in the sand: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.
They kept on walking until they found an ...[text shortened]... rson, an hour to appreciate
them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.
Consider also the forgiveness aspect of the story.
The 'hurts' written in stand will stay until they are physically wiped away: an active act of forgiveness. (whether that be by the writer or the 'winds': an outside mediator?). Leave them and sand becomes sandstone in the 'bitter' end.
So it isn't enough just to consider them differently: we must also act on them differently.