"How Do You Write Down Your Best And Worst Memories?"

Sand and Stone
By: Unknown Author

A story tells that two friends were 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 the friend recovered from the near
drowning, he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED
MY LIFE."

The friend who had slapped and then saved his best friend
asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand. 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
blessings in stone.

"Have You Ever Enjoyed The Forbidden Fruit?"

Cookies
By: Author Unknown

A small boy at summer camp received a large package of
cookies in the mail from his mother. He ate a few, then
placed the remainder under his bed. The next day, after
lunch, he went to his tent to get a cookie. The box was
gone.

That afternoon a camp counselor, who had been told of the
theft, saw another boy sitting behind a tree eating the
stolen cookies. "That young man," he said to himself, "must
be taught not to steal."

He returned to the group and sought out the boy whose
cookies had been stolen. "Billy," he said, "I know who
stole your cookies. Will you help me teach him a lesson?"

"Well, yes--but aren't you going to punish him?" asked the
puzzled boy.

"No, that would only make him resent and hate you," the
counselor explained. "I want you to call your mother and
ask her to send you another box of cookies."

The boy did as the counselor asked and a few days later
received another box of cookies in the mail.

"Now," said the counselor, "the boy who stole your cookies
is down by the lake. Go down there and share your cookies
with him."

"But," protested the boy, "he's the thief."

"I know. But try it--see what happens."

Half an hour later, the camp counselor saw the two come up
the hill, arm in arm. The boy who had stolen the cookies
was earnestly trying to get the other to accept his
jackknife in payment for the stolen cookies, and the victim
was just as earnestly refusing the gift from his new
friend, saying that a few old cookies weren't that
important anyway.