Like an egg transforms into a beautiful butterfly, the aim of this blog is to help bring about a change for the better in the lives of those who read these posts. A lot of the posts are presented by Mrs. Sangeeta Hegde; simple stories from which she draws out a moral. I also post uplifting stories from various other sources.
There was a famous astrologer and people in his town were scared of him because, whatever he predicted came true.
One day, two young men from his town conspired to play a trick so that, for once the astrologer would be proved wrong.
As it was winter time, one of them put on an overcoat and hid a pigeon inside it. Together they went to the astrologer's house to test him.
They told the astrologer that, they had a pigeon hidden inside the overcoat and they wanted him to predict if the pigeon was alive or dead. In fact, both the young men had settled among themselves that if the astrologer said the pigeon was alive, the pigeon would be at once throttled and killed before being taken out, and in case if he said it was dead the live pigeon would be taken out and shown to him. Thus, the astrologer would have no way to be right….at least the two friends thought it that way…
However, the answer of the astrologer was one they could not have conceived. He said, "The pigeon is in your hands, so it is neither alive nor dead. Since it is in your hands, it depends only on you."
Both the young men were flabbergasted and said,
"…You have defeated us, sir!"
Moral of the Story …
Friends, our life is in one’s own hands. One should learn to live the way one wants to live. Society or its social and political conditions, or any kind of external pressures should not make a difference and one should learn to go one’s own way.
Friends, one’s being is exclusively one’s own. One can always make some adjustments with the society one lives in, but one should do so out of compassion. Any adjustment in life need not be made for fear of punishment or for any reward.
No matter what your
belief...the moral is something to live by.
A Baby's Hug
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erikin a high chair and noticed
everyone was quietlysitting
Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fatbaby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes werecrinkled in laughterand his mouth was bared in a
toothless grin, as hewriggled
and giggled with merriment.I looked around and saw the source of
It was a manwhose pants were baggy with a zipperat half-mastand his toes pokedout of would-be shoes.His
shirt was dirty and hishair was uncombed and unwashed. His
whiskers were too short to be called a beard and hisnose was so varicose it looked like a
road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure
Hishands waved and flapped on loose
wrists. 'Hi there,baby;
hi there,big boy. I see ya,
buster,' the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks thinking, 'What do we do?' Erik
continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.' Everyone in the restaurant noticed and
looked at us and then at theman. The old geezer was creating a nuisance
Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do yapatty cake? Do you know
peek-a-boo? Hey, look, heknows peek- a-boo.' Nobody thought the
old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We
ate in silence; all except forErik, who was running through his
repertoire for theadmiring
skid-rowbum, who in turn, reciprocated with his
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husbandwent to pay the check
and told me to meet him in theparking lot.
Theold man sat poised
between me and the door. 'Lord,just let me out ofhere before he speaks to me or
Erik,' I prayed. As Idrew
closer tothe man, I turned my back trying to
sidestep him andavoid
any air hemight bebreathing.
As I did, Erik leaned over myarm, reaching with both arms in a baby's
'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him,Erik had propelled himself from my
arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very
young baby consummated theirlove and kinship. Erik in an act of total
trust, love, and submissionlaid his tiny head upon the man's
The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands
fullof grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled
my baby'sbottom and strokedhis back.
No two beings have
ever loved so deeplyfor
so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in
his arms andhis eyes opened and set squarely on
mine. He said ina
firm commandingvoice, 'You take care
of this baby.'
Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat thatcontained a stone. He pried Erik from
his chest, lovingly andlongingly, as though he were in pain. I
received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you,ma'am, you've given me my Christmas
gift.' I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, Iran for the car.
husband was wondering why I wascrying and holdingErik so tightly, and why I was saying,
'My God, myGod,
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through theinnocence of a tiny child who saw
no sin, who made no judgment; achild who saw
a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I wasa Christian who was blind, holding
a child who was not.
I felt itwas God asking, 'Are you willing to
share your son for a moment?' when Heshared His
for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded
me, 'To enter theKingdomofGod, we must become as little children.'
If this has blessed you, please bless
others bysending it on.
Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what isreally important. We
must always remember who we are, where we came from, how we gotwhere we are, and,
most importantly, how we feel about others. Theclothes on your back
or the car that you drive or the house that youlive in does not
define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who
'It is better to be
liked for the true you, than to be loved for whopeople thinkyou are......