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Stories, Anecdotes, Parables, Maxims,
some Advice and a Shorty

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A BUTTERFLY... thank you Glenda in Illinois.

A man found a cocoon for a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and could go no farther. Then the man decided to help the butterfly.

He took a pair of scissors and snipped the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. Something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed wings.

It was never able to fly.

What happened? What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand, was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the small opening of the cocoon are G-d's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If G-d allowed us to go through all our life without any obstacles, that would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Not only that, we could never fly.

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ADVERSITY
~~sent to me by a well-wisher named Rahul~~

A daughter complained to her father about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil, without saying a word.

The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. In about twenty minutes he and turned off the burners. He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her he asked. "Darling, what do you see."

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.

He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hardboiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.

She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?"

He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water, but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. "Which are you," he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

How about you? Are you the carrot that seems hard, but with pain and adversity do you wilt and become soft and lose your strength?

Are you the egg, which starts off with a malleable heart? Were you a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a divorce, or a layoff have you become hardened and stiff. Your shell looks the same, but are you bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and heart?

Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean changes the hot water, the thing that is bringing the pain, to its peak flavor reaches 212 degrees Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest, it just tastes better.

If you are like the coffee bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and make things better around you. When people talk about you, do your praises to the L-rd increase? When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, does your worship elevate to another level?

How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?

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A LITTLE STORY

This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Everybody could have done.

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BEWARE OF DOG

A person is about to walk into a store. He sees a sign 'Beware of the Dog' He has to buy something urgently, so he walks in, somewhat timidly. As he approaches the counter he looks down to see a mangy old dog, barely breathing, lying in front of the counter.

As he pays for his purchase, he asks the shopkeeper "I can't resist asking - how come you have a sign saying 'Beware of the Dog'? This dog looks like it could barely even move let alone attack anyone" "That's why the sign is there - before, everyone used to trip over him."

This slightly silly story nonetheless brings out our point - laziness and inaction may not seem as obvious as vicious aggression but they can be hazardous nonetheless.

An interesting story but how does that translate to real life? I'm glad you asked...

Some of the Jewish sages and some current Chassidic Rabbis, interpret it as a problem of inaction:

They think of Jacob and Esau. Esau, the epitome of bad, is characterized by a great burning energy and fire. On the surface, this is a bad thing. Fiery ambition, misdirected, isn't that surely worse than being passive (neither good nor bad)?

Not necessarily so. There are two kinds of commandments in the Torah - positive commandments, such as saying certain prayers, or giving charity - and negative commandments, such as not eating certain animals, not stealing, etc. For all readers, we'll use the example of the Ten Commandments (or the Seven Noahide laws, applicable to everyone).

It's true that if a person misses a positive commandment, we'll say 'law' (thou shalt...); nothing can make up for the missed opportunity. Each positive law draws down spiritual energy, elevating the person and their environment. That moment cannot be regained.

On the other hand, by transgressing a negative law (thou shalt not...) and later experiencing sincere regret (real sincere is not easy), the energy which was channeled into the negative, is "converted" to a positive cause and becomes a merit, a credit to that person (an unusual concept).

Certainly this is not to encourage anyone to go out and be more "pro-active" in transgressing these laws. Nonetheless we see that when the energy is there, like with Esau, but is not being channeled in the correct direction, there is a hope that at a point in the future that energy will be transformed to the positive.

And here's the big one: The very energy that was used to commit that transgression of that negative law, becomes a credit to one, if sincere regret is there, apologies made, and compensation given for that particular transgression - as I said, this opportunity is not to be tested, it's dangerous.

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DON'T BE PART OF THE PROBLEM

A guy is walking past a high, solid wooden fence at the insane asylum and he hears all the residents inside chanting, "Thirteen, Thirteen, Thirteen" He continues walking along the long fence, but, being a curious person, he can't help but wonder why they are chanting "Thirteen" over and over. Could it be that they are chugging beer? Are they perhaps taking turns beating one of the inmates? Maybe they are counting the number of patients that have leapt off of the roof thus far.

His curiosity peaks and he frantically searches for a hole in the fence so that he may see what is going on. Finally, he spots one a few feet ahead. The hole is low in the fence and he has to kneel down to peer inside. He moves into position and peeks into the hole. As he looks in, someone inside pokes him in the eye! Then everyone inside the asylum starts chanting, "Fourteen, Fourteen, Fourteen"


FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking with the L-rd. Across the sky flashed scenes of his life ... And for each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand ... one belonged to him, and the other to the Lord.

And when the last scene of his life flashed before him, he again looked back at the footprints in the sand ... He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints ... He also noticed that it had happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life ... times when he was about to give up all hope.

This really bothered the man and he questioned the Lord about it. "L-rd, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me ... all the way ... but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why, when I needed you most, you would leave me."

The L-rd replied, "My precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. And during your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

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FORMULA FOR SUCCESS

One day, a man approached JP Morgan, held up an envelope, and said, “Sir, in my hand I hold a guaranteed formula for success, which I will gladly sell to you for $25,000.” "Sir," JP Morgan replied, “I do not know what is in the envelope. However, if you show me and I like it, I give you my word as a gentleman that I will pay you what you ask.” The man agreed to the terms and handed over the envelope. JP Morgan opened it, and extracted a single sheet of paper. He gave it one look and handed the piece of paper back to the gent, pulled out his checkbook, and paid the man the agreed-upon $25,000. The paper read:

1. Every morning, write a list of the things that need to be done that day.
2. Do them.

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GETTING INVOLVED

A tightrope walker prepares to go up on the rope. First he wants to warm up the crowd. "Who thinks I'll make it?" Everyone starts yelling "yes, yes. Go, go, go!" and lo and behold, he proceeds to walk across the rope.

"Now who thinks I can do it backwards?" Again, the crowd cheers him on and he does indeed walk across backwards.

"Who thinks I can do it blindfolded?" Most of them cheer him on and yes, he does manage it.

"Who thinks I can do it on a unicycle?" They cheer him on and he does it.

"Who thinks I can do it whilst pushing a wheelbarrow?" One guy screams out "I'm behind you 100 percent"

The tightrope walker goes over to the guy. "You're behind me 100%?" "Sure," the guy answers.

"You believe I can do it?" "All the way, 100%, no question about it."

"How about you get in the wheelbarrow whilst I do it?" The guy winces and says, "Oh well, um maybe I'm not so sure......"

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IT - IS - UP - TO - US

A young child thought he could get the better of the Rabbi. The child approaches the Rabbi with a butterfly cupped between his hands. He plans to ask the Rabbi if the butterfly is alive or dead. If the Rabbi answers 'alive' he will clap his hands together, squashing the insect. If the Rabbi answers 'dead' he will open his hands, releasing the butterfly.

"Rabbi, I have heard you are a wise man. Tell me - is this butterfly between my hands alive or dead?"

Without pausing for breath, the Rabbi answers: "The answer, my child, is in your hands."

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JACOB'S LADDER ... DON'T LOOK DOWN

You all know the story of Jacob, who has his famous dream in which he sees a vision of a ladder. The feet of the ladder are planted firmly on the ground and the head reaches the heavens, with angels ascending and descending.

G-d is, by definition, infinite, yet He created a finite world with finite beings in it. How do we reconcile the finite with the infinite? Just like the ladder in Jacob's dream, we are provided with our own ladder - we are told that Jacob's ladder is a metaphor for prayer. Through prayer (and living the way one is supposed to live), stage by stage, rung by rung, we are connecting the finite, material world with the infinite. The base may be rooted on the earth, the finite, but the highest step reaches the heavens, the infinite.

Life can be compared to a ladder. The deciding factor is not how high you have reached, but which way you are going - up or down. Better to be at the bottom yet ascending than at the top but descending.

A story is told of a very smart child who, despite being very young, had managed to climb very high up a tall tree. When his father asked him how he had managed it, he told him "simple - I didn't look down".

It is well-known that one way to avoid or at least decrease the fear of heights is "not to look down". So too, in our lives, by always aspiring to go one better, looking towards the future and not looking down, backwards, into the past, the task of moving on to the next rung of the ladder becomes far less formidable.

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KNOWLEDGE
Told by Rabbi Tuvia Bolton, of Yeshiva Ohr Tmimim, Kfar Chabad, Israel.

The story is told about a young man, a budding Talmudic genius, who heard that great and wondrous things were being revealed in Mezeritch by the "Maggid", Rabbi DovBer, successor to the founder of Chassidism, Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov. Chassidim were not very popular in those days (circa 1770), and were even suspected of heresy by the Jewish establishment; but this young man found in Mezeritch what his soul thirsted for, and became a disciple of the Maggid.

When he returned home after his first year, he was greeted by his irate father in law. "What have you been doing for the last year? What have you accomplished wasting your time by those wildmen?"

"I learned that G-d creates the world" answered the young man.

"That's what you learned?" yelled his father-in-law. "That is what you learned in Mezeritch? Why, even our washer-woman knows that, and she never studied a page of Talmud in her life ... Zelda, come here."

The washer-woman appeared from the next room drying her hands saying, "Yes sir, what do you want, sir."

"Tell us, please, Zelda" he was trying to be as calm as possible, "Who created the world?"

"Why...the Almighty, sir."

"You see?" He turned to his son in law and shouted with rage, "Even she says so."

"She says it," said the Chassid. "But I know it."

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LIFE EXPLAINED
Sent to me by my cousin, Madelyn, a strong supporter of Mike Bloomberg

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican fishing village. A tourist complimented the local fishermen on the quality of their fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

"Not very long." they answered in unison.

"Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?"

The fishermen explained that their small catches were sufficient to meet their needs and those of their families.

"But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

"We sleep late, fish a little, play with our children, and take siestas with our wives. In the evenings, we go into the village to see our friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. We have a full life."

The tourist interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."

"And after that?"

"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middleman, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."

"How long would that take?"

"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years." replied the tourist.

"And after that?"

"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting, " answered the tourist, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"

"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the fishermen.

"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."

And the moral of this story is:

Know where you're going in life ... you may already be there.

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MOVING A MOUNTAIN

A traveler happened to meet a man standing beside a mountain, shoveling the earth. "What are you doing?", the traveler asked.

I'm moving this mountain over there, so I can plant my crops here, the man answered.

"Are you crazy?", the traveler asked. In all your lifetime you can never shovel all that earth from here to over there.

Without stopping the man said, "Perhaps not. But I have started and if I don't finish, then my son will. And if he doesn't finish his son will. And with each shovelful I shovel, its one less for them."

MORAL: Start from right where you are, but start ... make that start.
Or in the words of Ben Franklin:
"He that is good for making excuses is seldom good for anything else."

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NOBODY'S LOOKING

As a young man, Norton was an exceptional golfer. At the age of 26, however, he decides to become a priest, and joins a rather peculiar order. He takes the usual vows of poverty, chastity, but his order also required that he quits golf and never play again. This is particularly difficult for Norton, but he agrees and is finally ordained a priest.

One Sunday morning, the Reverend Father Norton wakes up and realizes it is an exceptionally beautiful and sunny early spring day, and decides he just has to play golf.

So ... he tells the Associate Pastor that he's feeling sick and persuades him to say Mass for him that day. As soon as the Associate Pastor leaves the room, Father Norton heads out of town to a golf course about forty miles away. This way he knows he won't accidentally meet anyone he knows from his parish.

Setting up on the first tee, he is alone. After all, it's Sunday morning and everyone else is in church. At about this time, Saint Peter leans over to G-d while looking down from the heavens and exclaims, "You're not going to let him get away with this, are you?"

The G-d sighs, and says, "No, I guess not."

Just then Father Norton hits the ball and it shoots straight towards the pin, dropping just short of it, rolls up and falls into the hole. It IS A 420-YARD HOLE IN ONE.

St. Peter is astonished. He looks at G-d and asks, "Why did you let him do that?"

G-d smiles and replies, "Who is he going to tell?"

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