The Burden and the Brother

The Burden and the Brother

A man hiking through the Alps met a little girl carrying her baby brother on her back. The boy was too young to walk by himself on the rough and rocky track, but he was still heavy for her to bare. The girl was bended over under his weight and sweating with every step she took up the mountain, but still whistled and sang.

“You have a heavy burden on you” said the man.

The girl looked at him in awe, and scolded him:

“It’s not a burden I am carrying, sir. This is my brother!

Do you feel helping your brother in need is a burden?”

(inspired by an ancient Romanian story)

 

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Dr. Dragos

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The Door to Your Heart

The Door to Your Heart

Once upon a time there lived a master painter in Paris. One day, after many months of working on a new painting, he summoned his closest friends and revealed the masterpiece to them: a breathtaking portrait of Jesus in front of a dark door. The people were in awe at how beautiful the painting was, but they realized something was wrong in the image. One of the men took a deep breath to summon his courage and said:

“Master, something is missing from in the painting. Jesus knocks on the door, but there is no handle…”

The door to your heart opens only inwards ” answered the artist. “He knocks, but only you can open it.”

 

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The Most Fragile Gift

The Most Fragile Gift

Once upon a time, in a little village in the mountains of Spain lived in solitude a master artist. He adored children visiting his workshop, and once a year he made special gifts for them: tiny and invaluable, and yet very fragile little gifts. The kids loved the delicate presents, but no matter how careful they were with them, after a while their beautiful gifts shattered into thousands of pieces. The children cried with bitter tears, and after some time, the master made them new ones, more beautiful and more alluring, but even more fragile.

One day, the parent of a boy knocked on the artist’s door and asked him:

“Master, my child loves your miniature gifts, but why do you make them so delicate and easily broken?

He is so happy when he receives them, but becomes so sad when he loses them.”

The artist smiled and said to the father: “Because one day, a girl will give your boy her heart. It is the most precious and the most fragile thing in the world. He learns now, on things that don’t matter at all, to care for what one day will matter the most.”

(inspired by an ancient story)

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Do Unto Others as You Would Unto Yourself

Do Unto Others as You Would Unto Yourself

A long time ago, in a little country town in New Zealand there lived a rich, kind and loving man. One day, he called one of the poorest farmers working on his land, and said to him: “I know your family has struggled with money for years, and I want to help you. I have a job for you. I will pay you well. Will you work for me?”

“Of course I will” said the man happily. “What do I have to do?”

“I have land on the edge of the forest, and I would like you to build a new house for me.”

The farmer left whistling in joy, and begun working on the house the following day. The rich man paid for everything, but never came to oversee how the house was progressing. The farmer realized he was all alone for most days, and begun to cut corners. He bought cheap and shoddy materials, and stole the rest of the money. He rushed to get rid of the work, and knew in a short time the house will need repairs, but he will be long gone. The house looked perfect on the outside, but he did a poor job, and it had many invisible faults. One day the farmer went to the owner and told him the house was finalized. The owner paid him, and promised to go see the house later that day. When the farmer took the money, the owner also handed him a key:

“I know your family had a difficult life, and I know you live in a ramshackle cottage far away from town. For this reason I give you this new house as a gift. I let you build it just the way you like it. I give it to you with joy, my brother. Receive this house from me. You deserve it.”

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The Old Man and the Life after Death

The Old Man and the Life After Death

An old man and his grandson were traveling through the desert. They’ve been walking for days, visited sacred places, shared stories with strangers around the fire, followed the voice of the wind, the whispers of nature and the trails of stars at night. As the sun sank one more time behind the sand dunes, they stopped before the gates of an ancient town. They stood silent for a while to admire the beauty of the place. Bright torches lighted the old streets and the joyful laughter of locals in the central square floated above the town’s walls.

“My boy” spoke the old man gently while handing him a few coins, “Go in this town tonight, eat well and sleep at the inn. Get some rest and tomorrow morning before the break of dawn, come and bury my body. This is my last night on Earth, and I want to be here under the stars. I want to be alone tonight and pray.”

The young man turned pale, and mumbled a few words:

“How do you know…? Are you not afraid to leave this world? I am very afraid of death.”

The old man smiled and spoke gently:

“Sit down here for a moment and look around. You see how beautiful it is? Imagine now you could speak to a soon-to-be-born child. If you were to tell this unborn baby to come out in this world and be born because he has a wonderful family that will care for him and love him unconditionally even beyond the realms of this world, that he will have friends to play with and the animals as his dear companions, that he will fall in love with beautiful strangers and travel across the oceans, that he will be surrounded by the magical beauty of these lands and will be in awe under the starry sky at night…Do you think this baby who is still in his mother’s womb will believe you? He will be afraid to be born.

I was once born, and I loved my life and this world. I learned not be afraid of the unknown. Why would I be afraid to leave this world, and be born into a new one? You are still young, but there will be many times in your life when you will have to die to the old, face the great unknown, and be reborn into a new you.

You will be afraid, but fear has no power in eternity, only in the moment. You will have dreams you will want to follow, but you will doubt yourself. Love will call you to distant lands, and you will want to answer Her voice. The voice of Love is the voice of God, why wouldn’t you listen? And with every dream and with every love, you will have to die to the old, and be reborn to the new, to leave the known behind, die to the familiar, and surrender to the mystery. For thousands of years humanity has been trying to answer the question: “Do we have life after death?” Maybe for the first time you must now answer the question: “Do I really have a life before death?”

(from my book Sleepers: 10 Bedtime Stories for Grownups, a little book on how to find meaning & the courage to fall in love with your dreams)

 

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The Weight of Her Tears

The Weight of Her Tears

Long time ago, a woman dressed in rags passed through a village in the mountains. With her head bowed, her face covered in dry tears and her eyes heavy with suffering, she walked into the grocery store and asked the owner if he could give her a little food, with the promise to return the money in the near future. She explained to him that her husband was very ill and cannot work, and their children haven’t had anything to eat in days.

The man looked at her in anger, and through his mouth disfigured with contempt said: “Get out of my store!”

“I am begging you. I will pay everything back in a few days” the woman said to him with a shaking voice.

In the store there was another man who overheard their conversation.

“I will pay for whatever this woman needs” said the stranger to the store owner. “Please, get anything you need for your family” he told her.

“Do you have a list of what you need?” said the owner, disgusted by the generosity of this strange man.

“Yes” the woman answered.

“Fine. Put your list on the scale, and I will give you food the same weight as your list” grinned the owner. “And not a single ounce more.”

The woman reached in her scruffy pockets, and pulled out a piece of paper. With her head bowed and her eyes to the floor, she put the list on the scale. The store owner put a loaf of bread, but the scale tipped to the side with the paper. He put a bag of flour with the bread, but the scale was tipped to where the paper was. The owner fumed red with anger, and kept putting groceries on the scale, which wouldn’t budge. He put food until his counter was covered. The scale stayed tipped to the side with the piece of paper.

The stranger smiled, and the store owner grabbed the woman’s list from the scale. Only four lines were written on that piece of paper:

Beloved Heavenly Father,

You know my needs.

I surrender to your will.

Only God knows the weight of your prayers. ” said the Soul Mechanic.

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