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Friday, September 2, 2011 | 10:43 AM | 0 letters

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers,

wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry,

stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.

We've added years to life not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back,

but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour.

We conquered outer space but not inner space.

We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.

We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait.

We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever,

but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,

big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.

These are the days of two incomes but more divorce,

fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer,

to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.

A time when technology can bring this letter to you,

and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

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One day ,

there was a blind man sitting on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet

and a sign that read, "I am blind, please help."

A creative publicist was walking by and stopped to observe .

He saw that the blind man had only a few coins in his hat .

He dropped in more coins and ,

without asking for permission ,

took the sign and rewrote it .

He returned the sign to the old man and left .

That afternoon the publicist returned to the blind man and noticed ,

that his hat was full of bills and coins .

The blind man recognized his footsteps and asked if ,

it was he who had rewritten his sign and wanted to know what he had written on it .

The publicist responded:

" Nothing that was not true . I just wrote the message a little differently."

He smiled and went on his way .

The new sign read:

"Today is spring , but I cannot see it ."

Sometimes we need to change our strategy .

If we always do what we've always done ,

we'll always get what we've always got .

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Once there was a woman whose only son had died.

In her sorrow she went to ask a wise holy man is there a way to bring her son back to life.

“Fetch me a mustard seed from a home that has never known sorrow.

We will use it to bring your son back to life.”

He said to her instead of sending her away or try reasoning with her.

At once she quickly set off looking for that elusive mustard seed.

The first place she came to is a huge mansion.

Knocking on the door, she asked “I am looking for a house that has never known suffering.

Is this the place? It is very important to me.”

“You have come to the wrong place” they told her.

They begin to pour out all the tragic things that have befallen upon them.

“Who is better to be able to help these poor unfortunate souls than I who has experience sadness and can understand them?” she thought.

Therefore she stayed behind and consoled and comforted them before going to another house that has never known sorrow before.

However, wherever she goes, from huts to palaces,

there is never one without tales of sadness and misfortunes.

In time to come, she became so involved in listening to other people’s sad stories that she forgot about her quest for that elusive mustard seed.

By listening to other people, she had actually driven the grieving out of her life.Once there was a woman whose only son had died.

In her sorrow she went to ask a wise holy man is there a way to bring her son back to life.

“Fetch me a mustard seed from a home that has never known sorrow.

We will use it to bring your son back to life.”

He said to her instead of sending her away or try reasoning with her.

At once she quickly set off looking for that elusive mustard seed.

The first place she came to is a huge mansion.

Knocking on the door, she asked “I am looking for a house that has never known suffering.

Is this the place? It is very important to me.”

“You have come to the wrong place” they told her.

They begin to pour out all the tragic things that have befallen upon them.

“Who is better to be able to help these poor unfortunate souls than I who has experience sadness and can understand them?” she thought.

Therefore she stayed behind and consoled and comforted them before going to another house that has never known sorrow before.

However, wherever she goes, from huts to palaces,

there is never one without tales of sadness and misfortunes.

In time to come, she became so involved in listening to other people’s sad stories that she forgot about her quest for that elusive mustard seed.

By listening to other people, she had actually driven the grieving out of her life.Once there was a woman whose only son had died.

In her sorrow she went to ask a wise holy man is there a way to bring her son back to life.

“Fetch me a mustard seed from a home that has never known sorrow.

We will use it to bring your son back to life.”

He said to her instead of sending her away or try reasoning with her.

At once she quickly set off looking for that elusive mustard seed.

The first place she came to is a huge mansion.

Knocking on the door, she asked “I am looking for a house that has never known suffering.

Is this the place? It is very important to me.”

“You have come to the wrong place” they told her.

They begin to pour out all the tragic things that have befallen upon them.

“Who is better to be able to help these poor unfortunate souls than I who has experience sadness and can understand them?” she thought.

Therefore she stayed behind and consoled and comforted them before going to another house that has never known sorrow before.

However, wherever she goes, from huts to palaces,

there is never one without tales of sadness and misfortunes.

In time to come, she became so involved in listening to other people’s sad stories that she forgot about her quest for that elusive mustard seed.

By listening to other people, she had actually driven the grieving out of her life.

Difficulties exist only that in overcoming them we may grow strong, and they only who have suffered are able to save.

Annie Besant

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