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Story 1: Cardboard Sign..!!


Once a young man was passing by a street where he saw an old man sitting on the side begging for money.


That old man was sitting there with an empty bowl kept in front of him and a cardboard sign was kept beside that empty bowl.


On the cardboard cutout it was written: “Blind – Please Help..!!”


Young man noticed that despite it being rush hour and many people were passing by that old man, no one was giving him any money.


Young man felt very bad that no one was helping that old man or giving him any money.


So he went to that old man and took his cardboard in his hand. He then took out a thick marker pen out of his pocket and turned the cardboard sheet back-to-front and re-wrote the sign then went on her way.


Old man noticed that someone was there writing something on the board but didn’t said anything.


Just in a few minutes, that empty bowl was now filled with money. Old man noticed that and stopped a stranger and asked him what was written on that card board.


Stranger replied, “It says.. – It’s a beautiful day. You can see it. I cannot..”


Moral: Our Choice of Words and Language can create Positive or Negative effects on others. If we choose the right words then we can Truly connect with people and Change their Views.



Story 2: Unusual Test..!!


Once a philosophy professor gave an unusual test to his class. He lifted his chair up and kept it on his table.


Now he turned toward the board and wrote, “Prove that this chair does not exist..”


Whole class was surprised and confused yet all students started writing long complex explanations.


Among all there was one student who completed that test in a minute and handed the paper to the professor, attracting surprised glances from his classmates and the professor.


Some days later the class received their grades for the test and the student who took just a minute to complete the test was announced the best answer.


His answer was, “What chair??”


Moral: We tend to Think a lot. Sometimes Answers are just simple.

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