Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

The newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.

March 5, 2008

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Today’s Stories

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FRIENDSHIP AND INDIVIDUALITY

Dr. Harmander Singh

"You're not a good person to be a friend,” his close friend was very angry with him.

"If I confess that I'm not. Will it satisfy you?” he asked.

"Such confessions are just foolish expressions. I want to know why you act like a child?” the friend was still irritated with him.

"Why do not you try to understand? You always complain about my behavior. Have you ever tried to feel on your side why I feel helpless to behave like a friend in the manner you expect from me?” he asked sadly.

"I know you do not like anybody in reality. In addition, you always want to prove that you are right. Why do not you confess this on your behalf?” his friend asked him emphatically.

"I confess it. Then what do you expect?” he was also irritated.

"I do not want to hurt you. Please tell me why you behave like this. All of a sudden your mood changes and you speak as if others and I do not have any relation with you?” the friend wanted to know.

"As you want to enjoy the friendship, there is something which is also dear to everyone's heart. It is individuality, the very essence of enjoying the existence and awareness of one's own being. If I say that sometimes you approach from the direction which crosses my feelings of self, will you accept it?” he asked him friend.

"I do understand, but you should also accept that to be so individualistic will take you away from others. Is not it?” the friend suggested.

"Even from you,” he smiled.

"I do understand, but you should also accept that to be so individualistic will take you away from others. Is not it?” the friend suggested.

"Even from you?” he smiled.

"Never, I'm sorry. I also feel it but sometimes we both forget and behave like children. It is good to be a child again. Is not it? the friend said.

Like children they laughed but without individuality.

Daily Moral Insight for a Peaceful Night

Is not it beauty of individuality that it shares itself as the most beautiful experience of friendship, fellowship and togetherness?

Is not it sad to forget that the friendship is a most innocent beauty of sharing?

Is not the beauty of mood that it gives beautiful colors to different moods of communication in friendship?

Is not it the pearl of self-awareness, which gives a spotless color of self-friendship, which develops individuality?

Is not it our deep cry to be like a child again to enjoy both individually and friendship in the manner of childhood?

Dr. Harmander Singh

bhagouauty@gmail.com

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A Bad Man
Bill Walker
missourisage@yahoo.com

A bad man walked into church the other Sunday morning. His story made
me think quite a bit about how God makes use of different people.

There is a story about a woman, who, in her rush, found she had left her
car keys in the switch and then locked the car doors. She had to get
home, her child was in need of some medicine that she stopped to pick
up. She didn't know what to do, so she said one of those, Dear
God, please help me prayers. About that minute a rough looking fellow
pulled up on a motor bike. He said something to her. She told
him her problem. He reached in his saddle bag, and pulled out a
piece of wire, and walked to the car door, in about a minute he had
the door open. She hugged him and said thanks, and what a nice man he
was. He told her he had just been released from prison for stealing
cars, he was not a nice person. She looked up and said "Oh Thank You
God, you sent me a professional."

This man that walked into church, when he told his story, it was a
sermon. He too has been down the road, and on the wrong side of the
road, but God had use for him. He told of his child hood, he had some
church time, but he found other pass times, that he enjoyed
better. He started walking on the other side of the road, and getting
off the road, down in the ditches which lead to a more traveled road so
many seem to like. He took up drinking, and walking on  the wild
side, and the wild side leads to infractions of the laws. Both laws of
man, and the laws of God. He did something to make him a bad man, and
made a short trip up the river so to speak.

When he had served his time he met some of the old buddies, and took up
with his old friend the bottle again, but something happened. He met a
woman he thought well of. She became his wife, and she started talking
church. One day he went with her. When he walked out, he found his
friend the bottle, and poured the stuff down the drain, hasn't
touched a drop since. He has been, since that day, walking along the
right side of the road, with the woman he loves. He found two things.
God and a good woman.

When the bad man set down, he had done a better sermon than I have heard
in a long time. It put me to thinking.

I believe just about every one has served some time as a bad man or
woman. That is, all but the goody two shoes. You know the ones
that look down their long nose at the rest of us sinners.. My Bible does
say all have sinned and fallen short, way short that is.
Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5

Poetry Corner

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Becoming

Harley Sutton

Peer within the portal, curtains closed 
 Delicately diaphanous though they may be. 
 Is it even close to what you had supposed, 
 And does the curtain shield his reverie?

Mercurial racing spirited synapses firing, 
 Hitting all cylinders at breakneck speed. 
 Old memories shade a bit of faulty wiring, 
 Speeding thoughts as if an Arabian steed.

Sequestered tangential to his driving force, 
 There is a quiet cubicle so small and plain. 
 As through his veins liquid fire does course, 
 Rushing to overflow the hidden demesne.

Did Hermes once among the branches frolic, 
 Chasing Persephone down footless halls? 
 Conversely, now he tends toward bucolic, 
 Sylvan stream and ancient coelacanth call.

Ride the vortex deep into the center of his being 
 Where once circled odd and arcane bits of lore. 
 Now with myopic eyes, he's barely seeing 
 The resplendent lofty halcyon days of yore.

 Never once envisioning the curtain falling, 
 He had striven to close it yet even more. 
 And when it fell he heard his Master calling. 
 Arising, he threw open wide the bolted door

And became the child he had known before.

Harley Sutton

lsutton@hot.rr.com

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