"Roshini" - Prudent Words
I received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I had a
choice to make too.
I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose.
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old
daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was
tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to
decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next
morning and then said, "This is for you, Momma."
The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger
flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to
her daughter in a harsh manner.
"Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's
supposed to be something inside the package?"
She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Mo mma, it's not empty! I blew
kisses into it until it was full."
The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her
little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is
told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her
Whenever she was discouraged or
faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary
kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden
box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family,
friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
You now have two choices:
1. Pass this on to your friends, or
2. Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice No. 1.
Friends are like angels who lift us to our feet, when our wings have trouble
remembering how to fly.
Grüßle von der Audiohexe
Und nun verstand ich es, das Geheimnis der Musik, ich verstand, warum sie allen anderen Künsten so turmhoch überlegen ist: Es ist ihre Körperlosigkeit.
Wenn sie sich einmal von ihrem Instrument gelöst hat, dann gehört sie wieder ganz sich selbst, ist ein eigenständiges freies Geschöpf aus Schall, schwerelos, körperlos, vollkommen rein und in völligem Einklang mit dem Universum.
(von Walter Moers)