What goes around comes around


“What goes around comes around!”

 

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.

He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Hari Krishna”

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.

Hari crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from Lifestyle and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Hari just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her.

She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Hari never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him.

This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Hari added, “And think of me.”

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps.

The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase.

The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Hari.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door.

She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote:

“You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day.

That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written.

How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Hari Krishna.”

There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.” Today, I sent you this story and I’m asking you to pass it on… Let this light shine…

Urs,

SRK

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Blessings!!!


Blessings!!!

A young man, a student in one of our universities, was one day taking a walk with a professor, who was commonly called the students’ friend, for his kindness to those who waited on his instructions.

As they went along, they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which they supposed to belong to a poor man who was employed in a field close by, and who had nearly finished his day’s work.

The student turned to the professor, saying: “Let us play the man a trick: we will hide his shoes, and conceal ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them.”

“My young friend,” answered the professor, “we should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of the poor man.

Put a coin into each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how the discovery affects him.”

The student did so, and they both placed themselves behind the bushes close by.

The poor man soon finished his work, and came across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes.

While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes; but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin.

Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his countenance. He gazed upon the coin, turned it round, and looked at it again and again.

He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin.

His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving, in which he spoke of his wife, sick and helpless, and his children without bread, whom the timely bounty, from some unknown hand, would save from perishing.

The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears. “Now,” said the professor, “are you not much better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?”

The youth replied, “You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. I feel now the truth of those words, which I never understood before: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’”

Cheers,

SRK

Struggle!!!


Survival of the fittest!!!

Deepali wasn’t rich like a millionaire or poor in a manner of being homeless. She was living an average comfortable life. It was made even better when a beautiful baby girl came her way.

She and her husband made sure their daughter had her needs met and they were still able to take a yearly vacation by the beach.

Deepali was a partner in her husband’s business. They both had a different set of duties which kept everything in balance.

One day a devastating blow came to her husband’s business, and over a three year period the business dropped out of site.

Her husband had to totally reinvent himself and was yearning to fulfill a dream with a new vocation.

She was happy for him and supported him fully, but still the money was not coming in.

Deepali began to feel guilty that she wasn’t contributing with any kind of income. It had been a long time since she had worked outside the home and had to work for someone else.

Needless to say she was scared but still had faith that everything would be okay.

She began job hunting and found filling out applications somewhat difficult, especially the part asking for job references.

Keep in mind that she was self-employed with her husband for almost 20 years. It felt as though that didn’t count for anything as she was never called for an interview.

At the time she was job hunting her mom became more ill than she had been and ended up in the hospital for a week.

Once Deepali’s mom returned home she became her mom’s helper one day a week. She did the shopping, changed sheets, vacuumed and did other things that her mother was not able to do anymore.

Of course her mom would pay her for her time and labor but she still felt she needed to find another source of income.

One of the first applications she had filled out finally came through. She passed the interview with flying colors and was told she was “exactly” what they were looking for.

Although it was only part time it was exactly what she wanted. It was important for her to be home when her daughter arrived home from school.

She was told they would be in touch when the schedule was ready. Knowing she had the job made her feel contented and productive again.

Within a few weeks though, she received an e-mail saying that the company had changed the job into a full time position and she was not qualified.

Deepali was devastated. She felt betrayed and felt she had been lied to.

That evening she was alone as her husband and daughter had gone out for the night. She welcomed the aloneness and wanted to drown her sorrows in a hot tub of bubbles.

As she knew she would, she began to cry, softly at first just from the sheer pain of being rejected. Three long years of struggle had finally caught up with her.

Then she became angry; angry at everything from the circumstances that got her there, to God himself.

She cried harder and yelled, “What do you want me to do?” She really felt that God had abandoned her.

When she was able to cry no more, she became exhausted and gave up. It was at that moment that a silent idea came to her to offer other elderly people home care assistance.

Using another talent for computers she printed off some flyers and cards and distributed them to her church, grocery stores and even placed a small ad in the newspaper.

Within a week she had procured two new clients.

Now, even though she’s not a CEO of a major company or a power player she feels happy and productive again. So, had God really abandoned her?

Let’s look at nature for the lessons and the answer.

Before a butterfly can emerge out of it’s chrysalis it has to go through a lot of struggling. Yes, struggling. Each time it lunges out to escape, acids are being removed from its wings.

If someone were to come along and break the chrysalis open for it then the butterfly would die from those acids. In essence the struggle is necessary for the butterfly to survive.

Then in the stillness, when the struggle is over, the butterfly can come out and share its beauty with the world.

We as humans are not any different. There are times that we need to struggle, to rid ourselves of the acids that make up sadness, fear, and anger.

It is only at this time when we are exhausted and still that we begin to hear the Universe whisper to us.  

Try to face the challenges in life and then try to break it with full confidence, and then you can reach greater heights in your life…

All the very best for your bright future….

Urs,

SRK

 

Recession!!!


What is Recession?

This Story is about a man who once upon a time was selling Hotdogs by the roadside.

He was illiterate, so he never read newspapers. He was hard of hearing, so he never listened to the radio.

His eyes were weak, so he never watched television. But enthusiastically, he sold lots of hotdogs.

He was smart enough to offer some attractive schemes to increase his sales. His sales and profit went up.

He ordered more a more raw material and buns and use to sale more. He recruited few more supporting staff to serve more customers.

He started offering home deliveries. Eventually he got himself a bigger and better stove.

As his business was growing, the son, who had recently graduated from College, joined his father. Then something strange happened.

The son asked, “Dad, aren’t you aware of the great recession that is coming our way?”

The father replied, “No, but tell me about it.”

The son said, “The international situation is terrible. The domestic situation is even worse. We should be prepared for the coming bad times.”

The man thought that since his son had been to college, read the papers, listened to the radio and watched TV.

He ought to know and his advice should not be taken lightly.

So the next day onwards, the father cut down the his raw material order and buns, took down the colorful signboard, removed all the special schemes he was offering to the customers and was no longer as enthusiastic.

He reduced his staff strength by giving layoffs.

Very soon, fewer and fewer people bothered to stop at his hotdog stand.

And his sales started coming down rapidly, same is the profit.

The father said to his son, “Son, you were right”. “We are in the middle of a recession and crisis. I am glad you warned me ahead of time.”

Moral of the Story:

It’s all in your MIND! And we actually FUEL this recession much more than we think. May this recession not touch us and let it pass on …

Urs,

SRK

Penicillin Story !!!


Alexander Fleming

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer.

One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog.

He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself.

Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman’s sparse surroundings.

An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

“I want to repay you,” said the nobleman.

“You saved my son’s life.”

“No, I can’t accept payment for what I did,” the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer.

At that moment, the farmer’s own son came to the door of the family hovel.

“Is that your son?” the nobleman asked.

“Yes,” the farmer replied proudly.

“I’ll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If the lad is anything like his father, he’ll grow to a man you can be proud of.”

And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming’s son graduated from St. Mary’s Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the nobleman’s son was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved him?

Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman?

Lord Randolph Churchill.

His son’s name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Urs,

SRK

Magic Ball!!!


THE MAGIC CRYSTAL BALL

 

In the south of Spain, there was a small village whose people were very joyful and lucky.

 

The children played under the shade of trees in the gardens of their home. 

 

A shepherd boy whose name was Nasir, stayed near the village with his   father, mother and grandmother.

 

Early morning each day, he takes his herd of goats up the hills to find a suitable place for them to graze.

 

In the afternoon he would return with them to the village.

 

At night his grandmother would tell him a story. The story really interested Nasir.

 

As usual, on one of these days, as Nasir was watching his herd and playing his flute he suddenly saw a wonderful light behind the flower bush.

 

When he came towards the branches he saw a transparent and most beautiful crystal ball.

 

The crystal ball was glittering like a colorful rainbow.

 

Nasir carefully took it in his hand and turned it around.

 

With surprise suddenly he heard a weak voice coming from the crystal ball.

 

It said; “You can make a wish that your heart desires and I will fulfill it.”

 

Nasir could not believe that he had actually heard a voice.

 

But he became so engrossed in his thoughts for he had so many wishes but he must wish for something which was impossible like the wish to be able to fly.

 

He said to himself, if I wait till tomorrow I will remember many things.

 

He put the crystal ball in a bag and gathered the herd, happily returned back to the village.

 

He decided that he would not tell anyone about the crystal ball.

 

On the following day also, Nasir could not decide what to wish for, because he really had everything he needed.

 

The days passed as usual, and Nasir appeared to be very cheerful that the people around him were amazed to see his cheerful disposition.

 

One day a boy followed Nasir and his herd and hid behind a tree.

 

Nasir as usual sat in one corner, took out the crystal ball and for a few moments looked at it.

 

The boy waited for the moment when Nasir would go to sleep.

 

Then he took the crystal ball and ran away.

 

When he arrived in the village, he called all the people and showed them the crystal ball.

 

The citizens of that village took the crystal ball in their hand and turned it around with surprise.

 

Suddenly they heard a voice from inside the crystal ball, which says, “I can fulfill your wish.”

 

One person took the ball and screamed, “I want one bag full of gold.”

 

Another took the ball and said loudly, “I want two chests full of jewelry.”

 

Some of them wished that they would have their own palace with grand door made from pure gold instead of their old houses.

 

Some also wished for bags full of jewelry, but nobody asked for gardens in their palaces.

 

All their wishes were fulfilled but still the citizens of the village were not happy.

 

They were jealous because the person that had a palace had no gold and the person that had the gold had no palace.

 

For this reason, the citizens of the village were angry and were not speaking to each other.

 

There was not even one garden which existed in the village where the children could play.

 

The patience of the children was running out and they were uncomfortable.

 

Nasir and his family were happy and pleased.

 

Every morning and afternoon he would play the flute.

 

The children could not wait anymore and decided to return the crystal ball to Nasir.

 

The parents and neighbors went to him.

 

The children said to Nasir; “When we had a small village we all were happy and joyful.”

 

The parent also spoke. In one way or another nobody is happy.

 

The expensive palaces and jewelry only bring us pain.

 

When Nasir saw that the people were really regretful, he said I have not wished till now, if you really want everything to return to its own place, then I will wish for it.

 

Everyone happily agreed.

 

Nasir took the crystal ball in his hand turned around and wished that the village become the same as it was before.

 

Everyone quickly turned towards the village and saw it became the same old village with gardens full of trees and fruits.

 

Once again the people started to live happily and the children played under the shade of trees.

 

From the next day and everyday at sunset the sound of Nasir’s flute could be heard in the village.

 

This story teaches us that we should be happy with whatever we have and not to be greedy.

 

Cheers,

 

SRK