Way to Make Life Better

Once a man went to saint and said, “I desire to make my life better and beautiful. Please tell me Way by which I can make my Life better.”

Saint had things kept beside him. He picked up some cotton, one candle and one needle from those things and gave it to man.

After giving these things saint said, “Here take these.. and now you can leave..”

After taking those things man left but he was still confused because he didn’t know what to do with those things. He was thinking why saint gave him those things but was not able to understand meaning of those things and how those things can help him make his life better.

So, he went back to saint and said, “Maharaja, I am not able to understand why you gave me all those things?? How are these things going to help me in making my life better??”

Saint smiled and said, “Each things i gave have deep meaning of their own.”

Saint explained..

Cotton that i gave you, the beauty of cotton is that, It is used to make thread which is used to make clothes that covers that honor of every man.

Similarly, God’s man is one who helps in defending honors of others and protects them..

Candle that i gave you burns and melts to give light to others.

Similarly, You should try to be like candle, a person who lights the life of others..

Last thing that i gave you is needle, Without needle no torn clothes can be stitched together.

Similarly, in this world person who help to mend broken hearts and helps people at time of their need is loved by God..

At end saint said, “That’s all i can teach you.”

After listening this, man understood the meaning of life. he thanked saint and left for his home.

Moral: Helping Other and Protecting other without any Expectation is the Best way to Live a Beautiful Life.

Comments

McDow Hole – Anatomy Of A Texas Ghost Story

Spooky Texas legend of the McDow Hole, where ghost sightings of pioneer woman Jenny Papworth and her baby have long been reported. Written by Bob Hopkins . I first heard the legendary tale of the Ghost of the McDow Hole in the fifteenth year of my youth. It was near Halloween in October 1975 when a friend related the tale of the ghost that haunts a creek bed in rural Erath County and naturally I believed every word of it in the twilight of an evening spent with friends telling ghost stories. I would again hear the tale over the years while living in North Central Texas. It wasn’t until my chance encounter of meeting an author of the legend in 2002 that my curiosity began to peak and like any good investigator I felt it my duty to dig deeper into the hundred year old tale of pioneer folklore to see how much of the story was true and how much was fabricated. I would discover many similarities in fact and fiction that I believed would leave any reader with the same curiosity t...

Mama Coon Coon: A Louisiana Swamp Folktale

Now I’ll just bet that none of you have ever heard the story of Mama Coon Coon and the blue waters of the bayou, have you? Well, we know the story, and I think we need to tell it to you right now. Once upon a time, the waters of the bayou were black – as black as ink. Now, even though these waters were black, they were still filled with lots and lots of fishes, shrimp and crab. And all of the fishermen would wake up early in the morning, long before the sun had even come above the horizon, and they would cast their nets down into the deep, black water. And what a wonderful sight it was at the end of the day to watch those fishermen pulling in their nets overflowing with all kinds of fishes, shrimp and crab. Dulac Louisiana Bayou by Clem . Licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 . Now all the fishermen fished early in the morning, with the exception of one fisherman – or should I say fisherwoman. Her name was Mama Coon Coon. You see, that is the name the local village children gav...

Belle Boyd, Confederate Spy

One warm spring day, I left my home in Washington, D.C. and took a long drive through the rolling, peaceful farm country in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley. I worked in the city as a tax accountant, but most of my co-workers didn’t know about my secret hobby – I was a Civil War collector. Ever since I was a child, I had collected old Civil War books, maps, clothing, and in later years, weapons. Now as a middle-aged man, my interest had grown to what some would call an obsession. Although it’s hard to believe today, this peaceful Virginia valley was the scene of some of the bloodiest battles of the war. Driving through this historic land not only satisfied my hunger for history, but calmed my nerves far away from the hustle and bustle of home. Some folks say that ghosts wander the earth in places where horrible deaths took place, their lives suddenly ripped away from them before they knew what happened. So it’s no wonder that so many Civil War ghost stories come from the Shenandoah V...

DIGITAL KIDS WORLD

Search This Blog