Why do we shout in anger? Lovely reason explained by saint.
A saint asked his disciples, 'Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at
each other when they are upset?'
Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.'
'But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the saint. 'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?'
Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint.
Finally he explained, 'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.'
Then the saint asked, 'What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small...'
The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens?
They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'
MORAL: When you argue, do not let your hearts get distant, do not say words that distance each other more, else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.
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Monday, October 12, 2009
Scar left by anger....must read
NAILS IN THE FENCE
Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.
(Mostimportantly
the last sentence)
There once was a little boy
who had a bad temper.
His Father gave
him a bag of nails and
told him that every time
he lost his temper, he must
hammer a nail into the
back of the fence.
The first day the boy
had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to
control his anger,
the number of nails
hammered daily 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.
But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry,
the wound will still be there.
Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.
(Mostimportantly
the last sentence)
There once was a little boy
who had a bad temper.
His Father gave
him a bag of nails and
told him that every time
he lost his temper, he must
hammer a nail into the
back of the fence.
The first day the boy
had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to
control his anger,
the number of nails
hammered daily 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.
But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry,
the wound will still be there.
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