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¡¡¡¡There was once a bridge which spanned a large river. During most of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass thru freely on both sides of the bridge. But at certain times each day, a train would come along and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing a train to cross it.

¡¡¡¡A switchman sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. One evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train of the day to come, he looked off into the distance thru the dimming twilight and caught sight of the trainlights. He stepped to the control and waited until the train was within a prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. He turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work. If the bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. This would be a passenger train with many people aboard. He left the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock manually. He would have to hold the lever back firmly as the train crossed. He could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. He kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. Many lives depended on this man¡®s strength.

¡¡¡¡Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. "Daddy, where are you?" His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. His first impulse was to cry out to the child, "Run! Run!" But the train was too close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. The man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to safety. But he realized that he could not get back to the lever. Either the people on the train or his little son must die. He took a moment to make his decision.

¡¡¡¡The train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the onrushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. They did not see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died.

¡¡¡¡Now if you comprehend the emotions which went this man¡®s heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our Father in Heaven when He sacrificed His Son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life. Can there be any wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when His Son died? How does He feel when we speed along thru life without giving a thought to what was done for us thru Jesus Christ?

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¡¡¡¡Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often." In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."

¡¡¡¡All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?

¡¡¡¡As Told by Chris P. Cash

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¡¡¡¡A letter written to a man on death row by the Father of the man whom the man on death row had killed:

¡¡¡¡You are probably surprised that I, of all people, am writing a letter to you, but I ask you to read it in its entirety and consider its request seriously. As the Father of the man whom you took part in murdering, I have something very important to say to you.

¡¡¡¡I forgive you. With all my heart, I forgive you. I realize it may be hard for you to believe, but I really do. At your trial, when you confessed to your part in the events that cost my Son his life and asked for my forgiveness, I immediately granted you that forgiving love from my heart. I can only hope you believe me and will accept my forgiveness.

¡¡¡¡But this is not all I have to say to you. I want to make you an offer -- I want you to become my adopted child. You see, my Son who died was my only child, and I now want to share my life with you and leave my riches to you. This may not make sense to you or anyone else, but I believe you are worth the offer. I have arranged matters so that if you will receive my offer of forgiveness, not only will you be pardoned for your crime, but you also will be set free from your imprisonment, and your sentence of death will be dismissed. At that point, you will become my adopted child and heir to all my riches.

¡¡¡¡I realize this is a risky offer for me to make to you -- you might be tempted to reject my offer completely -- but I make it to you without reservation.

¡¡¡¡Also, I realize it may seem foolish to make such an offer to one who cost my Son his life, but I now have a great love and an unchangeable forgiveness in my heart for you.

¡¡¡¡Finally, you may be concerned that once you accept my offer you may do something to cause you to be denied your rights as an heir to my wealth. Nothing could be further from the truth. If I can forgive you for your part in my Son¡®s death, I can forgive you for anything. I know you never will be perfect, but you do not have to be perfect to receive my offer. Besides, I believe that once you have accepted my offer and begin to experience the riches that will come to you from me, that your primary (though not always) response will be gratitude and loyalty.

¡¡¡¡Some would call me foolish for my offer to you, but I wish for you to call me your Father.

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¡¡¡¡Bob Richards, the former pole-vault champion, shares a moving story about a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart.

¡¡¡¡Practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. But being half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere. At all the games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played.

¡¡¡¡This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always On the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn¡®t want to.

¡¡¡¡But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he¡®d get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game but remained a bench-warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did.

¡¡¡¡The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.

¡¡¡¡The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game.

¡¡¡¡It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don¡®t even plan to come back to the game on Saturday."

¡¡¡¡Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter,when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, please let me play. I¡®ve just got to play today," said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said."You can go in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked, and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you never heard.

¡¡¡¡Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that this young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone The coach came to him and said, " Kid, I can¡®t believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?"

¡¡¡¡He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!"

¡¡¡¡Like the athlete¡®s father, God is always there cheering for us. He¡®s always reminding us to go on. He¡®s even offering us His hand for He knows what is best, and is willing to give us what we need and not simply what we want. GOD has never missed a single game. What a joy to know that life is meaningful if lived for the Highest. Live for HIM for He¡®s watching us in the game of life!

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¡¡¡¡The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, For the world was intent on dragging me down.

¡¡¡¡And if that weren¡®t enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

¡¡¡¡In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

¡¡¡¡But instead of retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it¡®s beautiful, too. That¡®s why I picked it; here, it¡®s for you."

¡¡¡¡The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

¡¡¡¡But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, He held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time, that weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

¡¡¡¡I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun. As I thanked him for picking the very best one. "You¡®re welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, Unaware of the impact he¡®d had on my day.

¡¡¡¡I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he¡®d been blessed with true sight.

¡¡¡¡Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see, the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see beauty, and appreciate every second that¡®s mine.

¡¡¡¡And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose And smiled as that young boy, another weed in his hand About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

¡¡¡¡Author unknown

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¡¡¡¡A great and wise man once called one of his workmen to him saying, "Go into the far country and build for me a house. The decisions of planning and of actual construction will be yours, but remember, I shall come to accept your work for a very special friend of mine."

¡¡¡¡And so the workman departed with a light heart for his field of labor. Material of all kinds was plentiful here, but the workman had a mind of his own. "Surely," he thought, "I know my business. I can use a bit of inferior materials here and cheat on my workmanship a little there, and still make the finished work look good. Only I will know that what I have built has weaknesses."

¡¡¡¡And so, at last the work was completed and the workman reported back to the great and wise man. "Very good," he said. "Now remember that I wanted you to use only the finest materials and craftsmanship in this house because I wanted to make present of it¡ª¡ªMy friend, you are the one I had you build it for. It is all yours."

¡¡¡¡How much like man. He comes to earth a stranger. He has his free agency. He may build as he likes. But on the morning of his resurrection he will receive what he has built for an eternal home and habitation.

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¡¡¡¡Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"

¡¡¡¡He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

¡¡¡¡Seeing this really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don¡®t get it! You can¡®t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.¡® I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."

¡¡¡¡"Yeah, right, it¡®s not that easy," I protested.

¡¡¡¡"Yes it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It¡®s your choice how you live life."

¡¡¡¡I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

¡¡¡¡Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.

¡¡¡¡I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I¡®d be twins. Wanna see my scars?"

¡¡¡¡I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live.

¡¡¡¡"Weren¡®t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked. Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, ¡®He¡®s a dead man. " I knew I needed to take action."

¡¡¡¡"What did you do?" I asked.

¡¡¡¡"Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. ¡®Yes,¡® I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply.. I took a deep breath and yelled, ¡®Bullets!¡® Over their laughter, I told them, ¡®I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."

¡¡¡¡Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.

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¡¡¡¡A grandmother and a little girl whose face was sprinkled with bright red freckles spent the day at the zoo.

¡¡¡¡The children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.

¡¡¡¡"You¡®ve got so many freckles, there¡®s no place to paint!" a boy in the line cried.

¡¡¡¡Embarrassed, the little girl dropped her head. Her grandmother knelt down next to her. "I love your freckles," she said.

¡¡¡¡"Not me," the girl replied.

¡¡¡¡"Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles" she said, tracing her finger across the child¡®s cheek. "Freckles are beautiful!"

¡¡¡¡The girl looked up. "Really?" "Of course," said the grandmother. "Why, just name me one thing that¡®s prettier than freckles."

¡¡¡¡The little girl peered into the old woman¡®s smiling face. "Wrinkles," she answered softly.

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¡¡¡¡It happened that a Dog had got a piece of meat and was carrying it home in his mouth to eat it in peace. Now, on his way home he had to cross a plank lying across a running brook. As he crossed, he looked down and saw his own shadow reflected in the water beneath. Thinking it was another dog with another piece of meat, he made up his mind to have that also. So he made a snap at the shadow in the water, but as he opened his mouth the piece of meat fell out, dropped into the water and was never seen more.

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¡¡¡¡Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often." In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."

¡¡¡¡All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?

¡¡¡¡As Told by Chris P. Cash

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¡¡¡¡The oceanside community of Lozano Beach is debating whether to allow homeowners to rent out their homes on a weekly basis during the summer. Such rentals produce high incomes for the owners and the city, which gets part of this income through a 15-percent surcharge to the owner. ¡°This can be a boon to our coffers,¡± said Rick Brown, city manager. ¡°In the summer, homeowners can bring in $2,000 a week or more.¡±

¡¡¡¡However, these rentals can also be a can of worms. The city stopped allowing weekly rentals 10 years ago because of the problems they were generating. Two, three, or even four families would pile into a two- or three-bedroom house. Then they would park their cars on the lawn and produce huge amounts of trash. Sometimes they would toss this trash on the streets and sidewalks.

¡¡¡¡Noise would be another problem. Some people would party late and loud every night. This abuse created a lot of friction with neighbors and resulted in extra work for city maintenance crews and for police, who had to respond almost hourly to residents¡¯ complaints about noise, music, trash, and parking problems. But now, the city¡¯s budget problems are making it reconsider its ban.

¡¡¡¡City officials will hold a community meeting next week to listen to the pros and cons. One official has already suggested a proposal. He thinks that a fine might work. If the city has to respond to complaints, the homeowner will be charged $200 per response. Such a fine might cause the homeowner to be careful to rent only to people that he is sure will be considerate of the neighbors. The city would still get 15 percent of the rental fee, even if the homeowner¡¯s rent were totallyoffset by fines. The city would post inconsiderate renters¡¯ names on the city website so that other homeowners would know about them.

¡¡¡¡Some officials think the ban should be continued because these visitors to the community have already proven that they have no consideration for others. Their money isn¡¯t worth the headaches they cause.

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¡¡¡¡A work crew consisting of 150 volunteers worked for eight hours in a light drizzle on Saturday to clean Carson Creek of almost nine tons of debris. ¡°A job well done,¡± smiled Alan Specter, the director of the event. ¡°We¡¯re scheduled to come back here one more time, three years from now. Of course, we hope that there won¡¯t be nine tons of garbage next time.¡±

¡¡¡¡The garbage came in all shapes, sizes, and colors: cans, bottles, bicycles, car tires, autobatteries, sofas, furniture, clothing, shopping carts, bowling balls, plastic bags, dolls, baby carriages, TV antennas, and portable radios. There was even a golf bag with a full set of golf clubs.

¡¡¡¡Much of the backbreaking work was done by two community groups¡ªthe Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts, and two environmental groups¡ªSave the Bay and Watch the Whales. Concerned retirees and volunteers from police and fire departments assisted. Everyone was issued boots, gloves, and rain gear. The work occurred along a two-mile stretch of streambed. The debris was hauled roadside, where trucks lined up to take the trash to the landfill. More than 500 big yellow trash bags were filled.

¡¡¡¡No one found anything of great value, although a five-year-old boy found an earring that he thought might be worth a million dollars because it was so shiny. He said he would sell it. Then he would donate half of the proceeds to Watch the Whales, and use the other half to buy a triple-scoop ice cream cone every day for the rest of his life.

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¡¡¡¡I recently started a new job, in a small office, where four of us share a fridge. In that fridge is a Brita water filter pitcher. One of my coworkers complained the water tasted "dirty". It went on for a few days, and she was stunned I could drink the water without any trouble. I started to doubt my taste buds, but the water really tasted fine.

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¡¡¡¡Finally, she figured out the problem was actually her cup. She simply forgot to clean it, and after awhile started to affect the water inside it. She cleaned her cup, and drank the water with no problem.

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¡¡¡¡I can't help but think about the world we live in. Too often we quickly blame other people, other things, anything else but ourselves. "You're racist". "You're intolerant". "You're the problem". The world isn't perfect, I know, but I think we should take a step back sometimes and ask ourselves some tough questions.

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¡¡¡¡Can I be better? Is my heart really pure? Can I help this situation with kindness?

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¡¡¡¡I want to tell you this; please clean your cup. Because when you do, the water will taste much better. I promise you this.

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¡¡¡¡Instead of saying "I don't have time" try saying "it's not a priority" and see how that feels. Often that's a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don't want to. But other things are harder. Try it:

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¡¡¡¡"I'm not going to edit your resume, sweetie, because it's not a priority."

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¡¡¡¡If these phrases don't sit well, that's the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don't like how we're spending an hour, we can choose differently.

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¡¡¡¡A woman baked chapatti for members of her family and an extra one for a hungry passerby. She kept the extra chapatti on the window sill. Every day, a hunchback came and took away the chapatti. Instead of expressing gratitude, he muttered the following words as he went his way: ¡°The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!¡±

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¡¡¡¡The woman felt irritated. ¡°Not a word of gratitude,¡± she said to herself¡­ ¡°Everyday this hunchback utters this jingle! What does he mean?¡± One day, she decided to do away with him. She added poison to the chapatti she prepared for him!

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¡¡¡¡As she was about to keep it on the window sill, her hands trembled. ¡°What is this I am doing?¡± she said. Immediately, she threw the chapatti into the fire, prepared another one. As usual, the hunchback came, picked up the chapatti and muttered the words: ¡°The evil you do, remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!¡±

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¡¡¡¡Every day, as the woman placed the chapatti on the window sill, she offered a prayer for her son who had gone to a distant place to seek his fortune.

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¡¡¡¡That evening, there was a knock on the door. As she opened it, she was surprised to find her son standing in the doorway. He was hungry and weak. As he saw his mother, he said, ¡°Mom, it¡¯s a miracle I¡¯m here. While I was but a mile away, I was so famished that I collapsed. I would have died, but just then an old hunchback passed by. He was kind enough to give me a whole chapatti. He said, ¡°Your need is greater than mine!¡±

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¡¡¡¡She remembered the poisoned chapatti that she had made that morning. Had she not burnt it in the fire, it would have been eaten by her own son!

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¡¡¡¡There is a wolf. He is very hungry and has no strength to find food. As he lies under a large tree, a dog sees him. The dog sees the wolf is so thin and hungry, and he feels sorry for him and says, ¡°You are so terrible! Are you hungry?¡±

¡¡¡¡¡°Yes,¡± says the wolf, ¡°I¡¯m hungry because you are guarding the sheep. Now I am so weak that I can¡¯t find food. I think I will do.¡±

¡¡¡¡¡°Why not help me?¡± Asks the dog, ¡°I work regularly and I eat regularly. You could do the same. You can help me guard the sleep. In that way, I will not worry about your stealing the sleep, and you will not worry about going hungry. It¡¯s good for us.

¡¡¡¡The wolf thinks it over and thinks the dog is right. So they walk to the dog¡¯s house. As they are walking, the wolf sees that only the hair of the dog¡¯s neck is very thin. He is curious about this. So he asks the dog about it.

¡¡¡¡¡°Oh, don¡¯t worry about that,¡± says the dog, ¡°It¡¯s the place where the collar ties on the neck. My master chains me up at night,¡±

¡¡¡¡¡°Chained up!¡± shouts the wolf, ¡°Do you mean that you are chained up at night? If I come to live with you, will I be chained up at night, too?¡±

¡¡¡¡¡°That¡¯s night,¡± says the dog, ¡°But, you¡¯ll get used to it.¡±

¡¡¡¡¡°But, if I am chained up, I won¡¯t be free.¡± After saying this, the wolf turns round and runs away.

¡¡¡¡The dog shouts, ¡°Wait! Come back! I¡¯m not free, but I¡¯m healthy. I have good food, and a warm place to sleep. I like enjoying life. In fact, I¡¯m freer than you are.¡±

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¡¡¡¡He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and firendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."

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