A man went to his father and said: ‘Father, I can’t take it anymore, my wife is driving me insane! I want to k''i'l'l her, but I’m afraid someone might find out I did it Please help me?’
The Father replied: ‘Yes I can help you, but there’s a but… you’re going to have to make amends with her so no one would suspect that it was you, when she dies.
You’ll have to take very good care of her, be kind, grateful, patient, caring, listen more and help her with chores you see this powder here?
Every day you have to put a little in her food so, she dies slowly.’
Thirty days had passed and the son came back and said to his father:
‘I don’t want her to die! I have come to love her and now how do I cut the effect of the poison?’
Then the father said: ‘Don’t worry! What I gave you was rice powder she’s not going to die, because the poison was in you!’
When we feed grudges, our love slowly dies.
When we make peace with ourselves and with those who offended us, then we can deal with the other, as we would like to be treated.
Then, we will have the initiative to love, to give, to offer, to serve, to care for… and not just have the need to win, to be served, or to take advantage of and exploit the other.
We all need to stop, pray and ask for that antidote called forgiveness.
-- The Overweight Blonde--
An overweight blonde consulted her doctor for advice. The doctor said she should run ten miles a day for thirty days.
This, he promised, would help her lose the 20 pounds she’s been trying to get rid of.
The blonde followed the doctor’s advice, and, after thirty days, she was pleased to find that she had indeed lost the pesky 20 pounds.
She phoned the doctor and thanked him for the wonderful advice which produced such effective results.
At the end of the conversation, however, she asked one last question:
“How do I get home, since I am now 300 miles away?”
