Favorite Stories #3
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How many stories do you want a week? I think
maybe 2 posts a week of 4 stories in a post.
That would be 8 stories a week and 32 in a 4 week
period. That is about 400 is one year ( I am sweeting
already just thinking about it :-).Some people would
not read any more than this or spend the time with it.
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I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said that what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars...the house...the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left.
You could be at "mid-dash range."
Are there people that you've left behind?
Things you've left unsaid?
Words you need to think again?
Fences you need to mend?
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what's true and real,
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we've never loved before.
Can we treat each other with respect,
and more often wear a smile ...
Remembering that this special dash
will only last awhile.
So, when your eulogy's being read
and your life is being rehashed,
Would you be proud of what they have to say
about how you spent your dash?
Date: Sun, 28 Feb 1999 10:14:14 EST
Subject: Welcome to FavoriteStories@onelist.com
Hi... My name is Tg and I'm glad to be here! I've enjoyed
reading your stories from the archives. I have a fav story
called The Big Picture -- not the type that would be seen
in Chicken Soup for the Soul since it is more of a fairy tale,
but it does have deeper meaning to it regarding having faith
with the bigger picture... believing in what we do not see...
and because of this story, it has helped me live many areas
of my life like this.
The Big Picture
Once upon a time in a tropical land, there lived a king who
had an optimistic advisor. This lieutenant was so positive,
in fact, that the king was often annoyed by his practice of
constantly finding good in everything.
One day while the king and the lieutenant were on a journey
through the jungle, the king was chopping a fresh coconut
for breakfast, and his machete slipped, cutting off his toe.
The aching monarch limped to show his misfortune to the
lieutenant, who exclaimed, "That's wonderful!"
"What did you say?" asked the king, astonished.
"This is a real blessing!"
Hearing this response, the king became very angry; this
man was obviously poking fun at his mishap.
"Take it from me," the lieutenant exhorted, "behind this
apparent accident there is some good we do not see."
That was the last straw! Furious, the king picked up
the lieutenant and hurled him into a dry well. Then he
set out to find his way back to his castle.
En route, the king was apprehended by a band of
headhunters who decided that he would make an excellent
sacrifice for this month's offering to the volcano. The warriors
took him to the tribal priest, who prepared him for the dubious
As the holy man was anointing the reluctant sacrifice, he
noticed that the king was missing a toe. "I'm sorry," the
priest informed the king, "we cannot use you -- the volcano
goddess accepts only full-bodied sacrifices; you are free to go."
Overjoyed, the king hobbled out of the tribal camp.
Suddenly it dawned on him that the lieutenant had been
correct -- there was indeed a hidden blessing behind this
As quickly as he could, the king found his way back to the
well where he had left the lieutenant. To the ruler's delight,
his companion was still sitting in the well, whistling happily.
(He was indeed a positive thinker!) The king offered the
lieutenant a hand, pulled him out of the well, and apologized
"I am terribly sorry I threw you in there!" the king confessed,
as he dusted his advisor's shoulders. "I was taken prisoner
by some wild natives who were about to cast me into the
volcano. But when they saw my toe was missing, they let me
go. It was actually a miracle, which you foretold -- and I so
thoughtlessly cast you into this pit! Can you ever forgive me?"
"No apology necessary," replied the lieutenant. "It was also
a blessing that you left me in the well."
"Now how are you going to make something positive out
of that?" quieried the king.
"Because," the lieutenant explained, "if I was with you, they
would have taken me for the sacrifice!"
Date: 99-02-27 10:14:57 EST
From: owp@... (orville)
THE JAGUAR XKE
About ten years ago, a young and very successful executive
named Josh was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood
street. He was going a bit too fast in his sleek, black, 12
cylinder Jaguar XKE, which was only two months old. He
was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars
and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his
car passed, no child darted out, but a brick sailed out and. . .
WHUMP! -- it smashed into the Jag's shiny black side door!
SCREECH...!!!! Brakes slammed! Gears ground into reverse,
and tires madly spun the Jaguar back to the spot from where
the brick had been thrown.
Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed
him up against a parked car. He shouted at the kid, "What was
that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you
doing?!" Building up a head of steam, he went on. "That's my
new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money.
Why did you throw it?"
"Please, mister, please...I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to
do!" pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one
else would stop!"Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he
pointed around the parked car. "It's my brother, mister," he said.
"He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't
lift him up.
"Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, "Would you please
help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too
heavy for me."
Moved beyond words, the young executive tried desperately
to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he
lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his
handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see
that everything was going to be OK. He then watched the
younger brother push him down the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, 12
cylinder Jaguar XKE - a long and slow walk. Josh never did fix
the side door of his Jaguar. He kept the dent to remind him not
to go through life so fast that someonehas to throw a brick at him
to get his attention...
Some bricks are softer than others. Feel for the bricks of life
coming at/to you. "It was not with perishable things such as silver
and gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life
handed down to you from your forefathers, but with the precious
blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect."
1 Peter 1:18-19
Date: Sat, 27 Feb 1999 16:28:13 +0200
From: Manos Krokos <mkrokos@...>
Subject: Favorite Story
"Once upon a time, there was a nice and cute island where
all the feelings lived.
There you could find Happiness, Knowledge, Charm,
Patience and all of the others.
One day suddenly it was announced to the feelings that
due to a natural phenomenon the island would sink, so
all of them should repair their boats and leave.
It was not an easy task but at the end they did it.
Love was the only one who stayed since she had not her
own boat, and besides, because of her ideals Love tried
to persevere until the last possible moment.
When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said
"Richness,can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No,I can't. There is a lot of gold and
silver in my boat. There is no place here for you. Sorry!!".
Then he left.
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in
a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!"
"I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage
my boat." Vanity answered and left.
Sadness was closed by so Love asked for help, "Sadness,
let me go with you" "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to
be by myself!"
Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that
she did not even hear when Love called her.
Suddenly, there was a voice,"Come Love, I will take you."
It was an elder.
Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she even forgot to
ask the elder her name.
When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way.
Love, realizing how much she owed the elder, asked
Knowledge who's another elder, "Who helped me?"
"It was Time." Knowledge answered.
"Time?" Asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered,
"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great