Secret to Success

A young man asked Socrates the Secret to Success.

Socrates told the young man to meet him near the river next morning. They met. Socrates asked the young man to walk with him towards the river. When the water got up to their neck Socrates took the man by surprise and ducked him into ater. The boy struggled to get out but Socrates was strong & kept him there untill the man started turning blue.

Socrates pulled his head out of water & the first thing the man did was to take adeep breath of air. Socrates asked "What did you want the most when you were there". The man replied "A I R". Socrates said "That is the secret to Success.

When you want Success as badly as you wanted the air you will get it. There is no other secret." Just as a small fire cannot give much heat a weak desire cannot produce results.

TWO FRIENDS

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 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."

SCAR

Their once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.... Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all, he told his father about It and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. 

 The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will be still there." 

Moral: A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.

The Thief's Mother

Once their lived a boy called Ramu. One day he stole a book from one of his classmates. Instead of punishing him his mother well appreciated him. She said, “That was so clever my boy”. As he grew older and older Ramu came to be known as the village thief.

One day the police caught him and he was ordered to be hanged. The day of his execution arrived, and his mother was beating her hands in her chest and was crying. Ramu saw his mother crying in the crowd. He pleaded to the securities to allow him to speak his last words to his mother in her ear. Then his mother showed his ear to Ramu so that he can speak. Ramu then bit his mother’s ear.

Many of the people came and pushed him back and asked him if she was his mother or not. Then he replied, “ that lady is my mother, because of her I am going to be hanged now. When I was small I did mischief, without punishing me she encouraged me to do it again and again. I was an unnatural child and so my mother”.

MORAL: Spare the rod and spoil the child.

Hospital Window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue:

• There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
• Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
• If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

HELLO

Hello Readers,

I consider myself as a conscientious social worker. I am proud to say that I have fulfilled and found fulfillment in my various roles as a responsible social worker that has achieved what has been set out to be achieved. My work history bears testimony to my achievements.

To me, my career in Social Work has been just brought to flame and made red-hot. It still requires some more work to forge this hot iron into a hammer that shall in future nail down many social, economical human-related and functional problems in the developing countries and under developed countries. I am sure that this blog will empower me to do so.

With love and regards,

Sherine