I will sail my vessel, till the river runs dry. Like the bird upon the wind these waters are my sky. I will never reach my destination
If I never try. So I will sail my vessel Til the river runs dry.

Monday, July 12, 2010

"Life Is An Echo"

A little boy, who in a fit of anger shouted to his mother that he hated her. Then, he perhaps fearing punishment, he ran out of the house to the hillside and shouted in to the valley, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

Back from the valley came the echo, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.


Somewhat startled, the little boy ran back into the house and told his mother there was a mean little boy in the valley saying he hated him. His mother took him back to the hillside and told him to shout, I love you, I love you. The little boy did as his mother said and this time he discovered there was a nice little boy in the valley saying, I love, I love you.


Life is an echo. What you send out - comes back. What you sow - you reap. What you give - you get. What you see in others - exists in you.


Regardless of who you are or what you do, if you are looking for the best way to reap the most reward in all areas of life, you should look for the good in every person and in every situation and adopt the golden rule as a way of life.

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