King Solomon and the Man Who Sued the Wind

King Solomon and the Man Who Sued the Wind

A red haired man named Isaac came before King Solomon with a curious complaint. “I wish to sue the Wind,” he said. “The Wind owes me a sack of flour.” “Indeed?” said King Solomon. “Tell me about it.” “Your Highness, I am a poor man,” said Isaac. “I live in a hut near the sea, and take whatever odd jobs come my way. When I scrape together enough cash, I go into town and buy a sack of flour. Along with vegetables from my garden, the flour provides me with sustenance. Several days ago I was returning home with my sack of flour, when I came upon a beggar who had not eaten for days. I looked at this poor soul and said to myself: ‘I have more than I require, and the Lord has commanded us to be charitable.’ So I gave him some of my flour. Continuing along the road, I met a fellow who was wandering in a daze. He had been beaten and robbed by thieves, and had not eaten in a long while. I said to myself: ‘I have more than I need, and the Lord bids us to be charitable.’ So I gave him, too, a portion of my flour and walked onward. As I approached my hut, the Wind suddenly arose. Struggling against violent gusts, I had nearly reached my door —when the Wind snatched my sack of flour and flew off with it! I watched with dismay as the sack disappeared over the sea. Was that not reprehensible, Sire? To leave me with not a whit of flour for myself? I was unjustly and gratuitously deprived of my flour. And I am suing the Wind to get it back!” “Let’s hear what the Wind has to say,” said the King. “Hold onto your hats, folks.” And waving his ring in the he summoned the four Winds. One by one they came gusting through the windows. Robes flapped, hair fluttered, papers flew into the air, as the Winds swirled about the hall. With a stern look, Solomon addressed them. “This man has brought an accusation against you. Several days ago, he says, the Wind took his sack of flour. Did any of you do such a thing?” “Not I,” said the East Wind. “Nor I,” said the West Wind. “Nor I,” said the South Wind. There was a pause. Then the North Wind spoke. “All right, it was me,” said the North Wind. “I am guilty —with an explanation.” “Let’s hear it.” “On the day in question, and in the course of my duties as a force of nature, I caused a storm at sea. As I blustered about, I noticed that...

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The Sack

The Sack

This is a Sufi Story from the Middle East, the original can be found here ” Mula came upon a frowning man walking along the road to town. “What’s wrong?” he asked. The man held up a tattered bag and moaned: “All that I own in this wide world barely fills this miserable, wretched sack.” “Too bad,” said Mula, and with that, he snatched the bag from the man’s hands and ran down the road with it. Having lost everything, the man burst into tears and, more miserable than before, continued walking. Meanwhile, Mula quickly ran around the corner and placed the man’s sack in the middle of the road, where the man would have to come upon it. When the man saw his bag sitting in the road before him, he laughed with joy, and shouted: “My sack! I thought I’d lost you!” Watching through the bushes, Mula chuckled: “Well, that’s one way to make someone happy!” ” ===== To quote Joni Mitchell in Big Yellow Taxi: “Don’t it always seem to go, That you don’t know what you’ve got ‘Till it’s gone” ‘Nough said. Appreciate what you have. <3...

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The $20 bill

The $20 bill

A well known lecturer began his lecture by holding up a $20 bill There were 200 students in the room and he asked: “Anybody interested in this $20 bill?” All hands went up. “I’m going to give this bill to one of you, but first, let me do this” He folded up the bill a few times. “Who still wants it?” Hands were still up Then he threw the bill on the floor and began crushing it. He picked it up, all crumpled, smashed and dirty and asked again: “Anybody wants it now?” Most hands were still up “My friends, you all learned a valuable lesson just now. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it’s value did not decrease, it was still worth $20. Many times we stumble, we fall, we beat ourselves for bad decisions made, mistakes or awful circumstances. We feel worthless. But no matter what happened, or what will happen you will never lose your value. Never let past disappointments overshadow tomorrow’s dreams!” === Very recently I celebrated my birthday. This was a big birthday. A decade passed! This story illustrates the greatest gift we can give someone and ourselves. Just to let us be who we are. It’s such a relief to be accepted as you are with all your faults, problems, pains and little crazy ideas about things. We are always valuable. Sometimes I do my best. Sometimes not. Sometimes I just wanna play a silly game and that’s ok. Think about it for moment, what a relief it is to be who you are without striving, just accepting. Doesn’t that take a huge weight off your shoulders and lets you breath easier? Funny to say this in the beginning of the year when everyone says “Set goals!”, “Become your best self!”, I’m all for it, but it gets a little stressful and there’s an underlining tone of it that who we are is not good enough. That is simply not true. As in the story, we never lose our value. That is my gift to you today, you ARE good enough just the way you are. You ARE your best self. You ARE valuable! Give yourself a big hug, from me. Keren...

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The Dinner

The Dinner

A husband and wife had a lovely dinner together one evening. He was a wealthy merchant and they talked about the events of their day, consult with each other about business and life and just had a good time together. They always remembered their humble beginnings and were grateful to God for their success. Especially the husband remembered he used to be penniless and then slowly made his way up in the world. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. The wife opened the door and came back shocked. She told her husband there was a beggar at the door. The husband told her to invite the man in and eat with them. He couldn’t understand her shocked reaction, for they always made sure to give back to charity. This time, his wife seemed very upset. Was it the man’s desperate words? Was it because of the reminder that they used to be poor? Was it too painful to see the others hurt so much? The poor man ate with them and couldn’t stop thanking them for their kindness, hospitality and generosity. After he left the wife was just about to break down. Once she regained her composure, she told her husband she was remembering the way her life was before. “As you know, before we were married, I was married to another man who was very rich. We used to have great meals together like we are now. We had everything but he wasn’t generous at all, and did not like donating to charity. Not only that, he forbade me to give food to beggars who knocked on our doors. Everybody knew there was no way to get anything out of us. As much as I talked to him it didn’t help. This the last straw: a poor man came to our doorstep and begged, “I am hungry. I haven’t eaten for days and I am exhausted. Please help me” This didn’t move my husband at all and he screamed at the man to go away while mumbling that these annoying beggars keep bugging him and won’t let him have his lunch in peace. This was too much for me and I just burst into tears. From that moment on, our wealth dissipated. My husband began losing money in his business and everything crumbled down. He suggested we go our separate ways and so we got divorced. ” “Have you heard of him since?” asked the husband “I haven’t seen him” Said the wife “But I heard he became a beggar himself. I don’t know how he didn’t recognize me – maybe because it’s been 20 years… The poor beggar dining at our table...

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