Inspirational
Stories
Things
Are Not Always Black or White
When
I was in elementary school, I got into a major argument with
a boy in my class. I have forgotten what the argument was
about, but I have never forgotten the lesson I learned that
day.
I was
convinced that "I" was right and "he"
was wrong - and he was just as convinced that "I"
was wrong and "he" was right. The teacher decided
to teach us a very important lesson. She brought us up to
the front of the class and placed him on one side of her desk
and me on the other. In the middle of her desk was a large,
round object. I could clearly see that it was black. She asked
the boy what color the object was. "White," he answered.
I couldn’t
believe he said the object was white, when it was obviously
black! Another argument started between my classmate and me,
this time about the color of the object.
The teacher told me to go stand where the boy was standing
and told him to come stand where I had been. We changed places,
and now she asked me what the color of the object was. I had
to answer, "White." It was an object with two differently
colored sides, and from his viewpoint it was white. Only from
my side was it black.
My teacher
taught me a very important lesson that day: You must stand
in the other person’s shoes and look at the situation
through their eyes in order to truly understand their perspective.
- Judie
Paxton

Scars
There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave
him a
bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper,
to
hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy had
driven 37 nails into
the fence.
Then it
gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to
hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the
day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told
his father about
it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one
nail for each
day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days
passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his
father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son
by the hand
and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well,
my son, but look at
the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.
When you say
things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You
can put a
knife in a man and draw it out.
It won't
matter how many times you say 'I'm sorry', the wound
is still there."
-
Author Unknown |