A story tells of two friends who were walking through the desert.
At some point during the journey they had an argument and one for the friends slapped the others face. The man who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything he wrote in the sand “Today my best friend slapped me in the face”.
They kept walking until they found and oasis where they decided to take a bath. The man who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and was drowning… his 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 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 the winds of forgiveness can erase it, but when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone, so no wind can ever erase it.”
Learn to write your hurts in the sand, and to carve your blessings in stone.
The heat of the sun on your back, the feel of the rain on your face, the pain of a broken heart, the pleasure of a sensual touch, the laugh of a child, the cry of a bird, the incessant beat of a drummer, and the whistle of the wind! How incredibly boring would life be without these experiences and feelings!
I got tested for malaria this morning and it came back negative. Either the medication I was taking has already cleared it from my body or it was never malaria to begin with. I will probably never know…Thank you for all the well wishes – feeling better today.
Poverty seems to mean different things to different people. If you were to define poverty and say someone is poor, how would you do it? What does poverty mean to you? Please share your thoughts (simple or complicated) with me here or in private. I’ll collect the responses and post them for all to read, without mentioning your name. I’d love to hear from you!