Tuesday, 23 October 2012


Hello :)
How’s your day so far?
Didn't feel so well earlier and just wanted to be home (Don't feel like working today)...Miss my bed and all (I know, I can be lazy sometimes)...Can’t wait for the 'Sallah' break though (and yum meat too J )
Anyways, I feel better now and thought I’d say hi as well as share this story with you (I’m a stickler for stories with good morals. U?). Hope you like it...
Image Source: sogood blog

There once was a farmer who grew award-winning corn pods. Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon.
One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors.
"How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbours when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?" the reporter asked.
"Why sir," said the farmer, "didn't you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbours grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbours grow good corn."

The farmer is very much aware of the 'connectedness' of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbour’s corn also improves.

So it is with our lives. Those who choose to live in peace must help their neighbours to live in peace. Those who choose to live well must help others to live well, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others to find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.
The lesson for each of us is this: if we are to grow good corn, we must help our neighbours grow good corn.
It is possible to give away and become richer! It is also possible to hold on too tightly and lose everything. Yes, the liberal man shall be rich! By watering others, he waters himself.

This story reminds me of Sheila Solarin, read about her here and you would know why I admire her so much. Truly, it’s not about how long or short we live, it’s basically about the quality of lives we lived and the number of lives we touched with our kindness and good deeds. Like Sheila said ‘I would like to be remembered for hard work, honesty, some kindness here and there and an effort to make the best of the mental and physical equipment I was born with’.

Super excited. It’s closing time....
Enjoy the rest of your day J

Thanks a lot for reading!!!!