Showing posts with label lesson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lesson. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Why Is it That Most People Fail?

Time to Learn
by: Author Unknown

A young but earnest Zen student approached his teacher, and
asked the Zen Master:

"If I work very hard and diligent how long will it take for
me to find Zen."

The Master thought about this, then replied, "Ten years."

The student then said, "But what if I work very, very hard
and really apply myself to learn fast -- How long then ?"

Replied the Master, "Well, twenty years."

"But, if I really, really work at it. How long then ?"
asked the student.

"Thirty years," replied the Master.

"But, I do not understand," said the disappointed student."
At each time that I say I will work harder, you say it will
take me longer. Why do you say that ?"

Replied the Master," When you have one eye on the goal, you
only have one eye on the path."

'What are You only Half focusing on and in YOUR and Not Achieving?"

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

"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.