ACRES OF DIAMONDS
There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. He was happy because
he was content. He was content because he was happy. One day a wise man came
to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes
along with them. The wise man said, "If you had a diamond the size of your
thumb, you could have your own city. If you had a diamond the size of your
fist, you could probably own your own country." And then he went away. That
night the farmer couldn't sleep. He was unhappy and he was discontent. He
was unhappy because he was discontent
and discontent because he was unhappy.
The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm, took care of his
family and went in search of diamonds. He looked all over Africa and
couldn't find any. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. When
he got to Spain, he was emotionally,
physically and financially broke. He got so disheartened that he threw
himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide.
Back home, the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a
stream that ran through the farm.
Across the stream, the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it
sparkle like a rainbow. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece.
He picked up the stone and put it in the living room.
That afternoon the wise man came and
saw the stone sparkling. He asked, "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said, "No,
why do you ask?" The wise man said, "Because that is a diamond. I recognize
one when I see one." The man said, no, that's just a stone I picked up from
the stream. Come, I'll show you. There are many more." They went and picked
some samples and sent them for analysis. Sure enough, the stones were
diamonds. They found that the farm was indeed
covered with acres and acres of diamonds.
* *
*What is the moral of this story?*
There are five morals:
1. When our attitude is right, we realize that we are all walking on acres
and acres of diamonds. Opportunity is always under our feet. We don't have
to go anywhere. All we need to do is recognize it.
2. The grass on the other side always looks greener.
3. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side, there are others who are
dyeing the grass on our side. They would be happy to trade places with us.
4. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity, they complain of
noise when it knocks.
5. The same opportunity never knocks twice. The next one may be better or
worse, but it is never the same one.
A study attributed to Harvard University found that when a person gets a
job, 85% of the time it is because of their attitude, and only 15% of the
time because of how smart they are and how many facts and figures they know.
Surprisingly, almost 100% of education dollars go to teach facts and figures
which account for only 15% of success in work!
--
If you can't be a pencil to write anyone's happiness, try at least to be a
nice rubber to erase everyone's sorrows....
When I was born I was given a choice of either being a brilliant lover or
having an amazing memory, unfortunately I forgot which one I chose.
I used to scintillate - now I sin 'til just half past three
We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.
There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. He was happy because
he was content. He was content because he was happy. One day a wise man came
to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes
along with them. The wise man said, "If you had a diamond the size of your
thumb, you could have your own city. If you had a diamond the size of your
fist, you could probably own your own country." And then he went away. That
night the farmer couldn't sleep. He was unhappy and he was discontent. He
was unhappy because he was discontent
and discontent because he was unhappy.
The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm, took care of his
family and went in search of diamonds. He looked all over Africa and
couldn't find any. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. When
he got to Spain, he was emotionally,
physically and financially broke. He got so disheartened that he threw
himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide.
Back home, the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a
stream that ran through the farm.
Across the stream, the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it
sparkle like a rainbow. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece.
He picked up the stone and put it in the living room.
That afternoon the wise man came and
saw the stone sparkling. He asked, "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said, "No,
why do you ask?" The wise man said, "Because that is a diamond. I recognize
one when I see one." The man said, no, that's just a stone I picked up from
the stream. Come, I'll show you. There are many more." They went and picked
some samples and sent them for analysis. Sure enough, the stones were
diamonds. They found that the farm was indeed
covered with acres and acres of diamonds.
* *
*What is the moral of this story?*
There are five morals:
1. When our attitude is right, we realize that we are all walking on acres
and acres of diamonds. Opportunity is always under our feet. We don't have
to go anywhere. All we need to do is recognize it.
2. The grass on the other side always looks greener.
3. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side, there are others who are
dyeing the grass on our side. They would be happy to trade places with us.
4. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity, they complain of
noise when it knocks.
5. The same opportunity never knocks twice. The next one may be better or
worse, but it is never the same one.
A study attributed to Harvard University found that when a person gets a
job, 85% of the time it is because of their attitude, and only 15% of the
time because of how smart they are and how many facts and figures they know.
Surprisingly, almost 100% of education dollars go to teach facts and figures
which account for only 15% of success in work!
--
If you can't be a pencil to write anyone's happiness, try at least to be a
nice rubber to erase everyone's sorrows....
When I was born I was given a choice of either being a brilliant lover or
having an amazing memory, unfortunately I forgot which one I chose.
I used to scintillate - now I sin 'til just half past three
We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.
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