Reason for Sharing

Story 1: Judging Others..!!

Once a little girl sitting at chair and she was holding two apples in her hands.

Her mother came to her and softly asked her, “Sweety, could you give your mom one apple?”

Girl looked at her mom for a second and then she suddenly took a bite on one apple and just after that quickly she took a bite of another apple also which she was holding in another hand.

Seeing this mother felt sad. She kept smiling as she didn’t want to reveal her disappointment.

Then after a min little girl handed one of apples toward her mother and said, “Mom, Take his one. This is the sweeter one.”

Suddenly mother realized her mistake of quickly judging the act of little girl wrong way.

Moral: We should not Focus on the Surface and Judge others without Understanding first. We should give Other to Explain themselves first.

Story 2: Helping Other Means Helping Oneself..

Once there was a farmer who used to grew excellent quality corn in his fields. He always use to win award for the best grown corn in the area.

One day a news reporter went to interview farmer and ask him about his secret of winning. So, he researched about his working and came to know that farmer used to share his best grown seeds with his neighbors.

So when interview started reporter questioned, “Sir, why do you share you best seeds with your neighbors knowing that they are also going to enter in competition against you. Wouldn’t it make it difficult for you to win competition?”

Farmer replied, “Don’t you know that wind pick up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If you think you will understand that if my neighbors grow inferior corn and cross pollination will degrade the quality of corn. So, if i want to grow good corn then i must help my neighbor grow good corn.”

Moral: To live meaningful and happy life we should help Enrich life of others. True happiness is found when we Share with others.

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