It Could’ve Gotten A Lot Worse

If ever you feel you had a bad day, these scenarios are sure to make you feel better. And, thankful too!

On Right Side Of The Ledger

A man once telephoned Norman Vincent Peale. He was despondent and told the reverend that he had nothing left to live for. Peale invited the man over to his office. “Everything is gone, hopeless,” the man told him. “I’m living in deepest darkness. In fact, I’ve lost heart for living altogether.”

Peale smiled sympathetically.

“Let’s take a look at your situation,” he said calmly. On a sheet of paper he drew a vertical line down the middle. He suggested that they list on the left side the things the man had lost, and on the right, the things he had left. “You won’t need that column on the right side,” said the man sadly. “I have nothing left, period.”

Peale asked, “When did your wife leave you?”

“What do you mean? She hasn’t left me. My wife loves me!”

“That’s great!” said Peale enthusiastically. “Then that will be number one in the right-hand column—Wife hasn’t left. Now, when were your children jailed?”

“That’s silly. My children aren’t in jail!”

“Good! That’s number two in the right-hand column—Children not in jail,” said Peale, jotting it down.

After a few more questions in the same vein, the man finally got the point and smiled in spite of himself. “Funny, it didn’t seem that way minutes ago,” he said.

A Yiddish Folk-Tale

A long time ago, there was a family that lived happily in a small, quiet house in Poland. One day they learned that the grandparents were coming to live with them. The child was very excited about this, and so were the parents. But the parents worried because their house was very small. They knew that when the grandparents arrived, the house would become crowded and much noisier.

The farmer went to ask the rabbi what to do.

The rabbi says, “Let them come.”

So the grandparents move in. They have a lot of furniture, which goes in the living room, where they sleep, and in some other rooms, too. It is crowded and noisy in the house so the farmer goes back to the rabbi: “I did what you said, Rabbi. Now my in-laws are here. And it is really crowded in the house.”

The rabbi thinks for moment. Then he asks, “Do you have chickens?”

“Of course I have chickens,” says the farmer.

“Bring them into the house,” says the rabbi.

The farmer is confused, but he knows the rabbi is very wise. So he goes home, and brings all the chickens to live inside the house with the family. But, it is no less crowded and noisy. In fact, it is worse, with the clucking, and pecking, and flapping of wings.

The farmer goes back to the rabbi. “I did what you said, Rabbi. Now with my in-laws and the chickens, too, it is really crowded in the house.”

The rabbi thinks for moment. Then he asks, “Do you have any goats?”

“Of course I have goats,” says the farmer.

“Bring them into the house,” says the rabbi.

The farmer is confused, but he knows the rabbi is very wise. He brings all the goats from the barn to live inside the house. It is no less crowded and noisy. In fact, it is much worse, with the chickens clucking and flapping their wings, and the goats baa-ing and butting their heads against the walls and one another.

The next day, the farmer goes back to the rabbi. “I did what you said, Rabbi. Now my in-laws have no place to sleep because the chickens have taken their bed. The goats are sticking their heads into everything and making a lot of noise.””

The rabbi thinks. He looks very puzzled. Then he says, “Aha! You must have some sheep.”

“Of course I have sheep,” says the farmer.

“Bring them into the house,” says the rabbi.

The farmer knows the rabbi is very wise. So he brings the sheep inside. It is no less crowded and noisy. In fact, it is much, much worse. The chickens are clucking and flapping their wings, the goats are baa-ing and butting their heads. The sheep are baa-ing, too, and one sat on the farmer’s eyeglasses and broke them. The house is loud and crazy and it is starting to smell like a barn.

Completely exasperated, the farmer goes back to the rabbi. “Rabbi,” he says, “I have followed your advice. I have done everything you said. Now my in-laws have no place to sleep because the chickens are laying eggs in their bed. The goats are baa-ing and butting their heads, and the sheep are breaking things. The house smells like a barn.”

The rabbi frowned. He closed his eyes and thought for a long time. Finally he said, “This is what you do. Take the sheep back to the barn. Take the goats back to the barn. Take the chickens back to their coop.”

The farmer ran home and did exactly as the rabbi had told him. As he took the animals out of the house, his child and wife and in-laws began to tidy up the rooms. By the time the last chicken was settled in her coop, the house looked quite nice. And, it was quiet.

All the family agreed their home was the most spacious, peaceful, and comfortable home anywhere.

A teenage daughter’s letter to her father……?

A father passing by his teenage daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was addressed ‘Dad’.

With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:-

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you, but I’m leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Saim because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.

I’ve been finding real passion with Saim and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you’ll like him too – even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes.

But it’s not only the passion Dad, I’m pregnant and Saim said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Saim is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn’t so old these days is it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn’t tand in the way of our relationship, don’t you agree? Saim has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.

It’s true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he’ll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that’s now one of my dreams too.

Saim taught me that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone and he’ll be growing it for us and we’ll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Saim can get better; he sure deserves it!!

Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your loving daughter,

Rosie.

At the bottom of the page were the letters ‘PTO’. Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:

PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbour’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that’s in my desk centre drawer.

Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home.

I love you!

End

Sources: Thanks to http://www.inspiring-quotes-and-stories.com/power-of-positive-thinking.html, http://www.uua.org/re/tapestry/children/creatinghome/session4/sessionplan/stories/60031.shtml and http://in.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080106220709AAncvKw

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5 Responses to It Could’ve Gotten A Lot Worse

  1. Arun Jhunjhunwala says:

    Great stuff sir, thanks!

    Like

  2. A different perspective is all we need sometimes. Thanks! Great stories!

    Like

  3. Sharmishtha says:

    the story of crowded house is amazing raghu, it has so much to say.

    Like

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