Moral Stories

Once the Wind and the Sun came to have a quarrel. Either of them claimed to be a stronger. At last they agreed to have a trial of strength. "Here comes a traveller. Let us see who can strip him of his clock," said the Sun. The Wind agreed and chose to have the first turn. He blew in the hardest possible way. As a result , the traveller wrapped his cloak even more tightly around him. Then it was the turn of the Sun. At first he shone very gently. So, thetraveller loosened his cloak from his neck. The sun went on shining brighter and brighter. The traveller felt hot. Before long he took off his cloak and put it in his bag. The Wind had to accept his defeat.
MORAL : Fury or force cuts no ice where gentleness does the job.

A mouse was having a very bad time. She could find no food at all. She looked here and there, but there was no food, and she grew very thin. At last the mouse found a basket, full of corn. There was a small hole in the basket, and she crept in. She could just get through the hole. Then she began to eat the corn. Being very hungry, she ate a great deal, and went on eating and eating. She had grown very fat before she felt that she had had enough. When the mouse tried to climb out of the basket, she could not. She was too fat to pass through the hole. " How shall I climb out?" said the mouse. "oh, how shall I climb out?" Just then a rat came along, and he heard the mouse. "Mouse," said the rat, "if you want to climb out of the basket, you must wait till you have grown as thin as you were when you went in."

Once upon a time there lived a stone cutter ,in a small village. All day long he worked hard, cutting the hard stones and making the shape which were needed by his customers. His hands were hard and his clothes were dirty. One day he went out to work on a big stone. It was very hard to work and the sun was very hot. After spending several hours cutting the stone, he sat down in the shade and soon fell asleep. After sometime, he heard sound of somebody coming. Walking up he saw a long procession of people. There were many soldiers and attendants and in the middle, in a palanquin, carried by strong people at the king . How wonderful it must be to be the great king thought the stone cutter . How happy I would be if i were the king instead of a poor stone cutter. As he said these words, a strange thing happened. The stone cutter found himself dressed in silk clothes and shining jewels. His hands were soft and he was sitting in a comfortable palanquin. He looked through the curtains and thought, How easy it is to be a king, these people are here to serve me. The procession moved on and the sun grew hot. The stone cutter ,now the king ,became too warm for comfort. He asked the procession to stop so that he could rest for some time . At once the chief of the soldiers bent before the king and said Your Majesty, only this morning you swore to have me hanged to death if we did not reach the palace before the sun set. The stone cutter felt sorry for him and ordered the procession to go on its way again. As the afternoon wore on, the sun grew hotter, and the king became more and more uncomfortable. I am powerful, it is true, but how more powerful the sun is, he thought I would rather be the sun than a king . At once, he became the sun ,shining down on the earth. His new power was hard to control. He shone too strongly, he burned up the fields with his rays and turned the ocean into vapour and formed a great cloud which covered the land. But no matter how hard he shone, he could not see through the clouds. It is obvious that the clouds are even stronger and more powerful than sun said the stone cutter, now the sun, I would rather be a cloud. Suddenly he found himself turned into a huge dark cloud. He started using his new power. He poured rain down on the fields and caused floods. All the trees and houses were swept away but a boulder, which once he had been cutting when he was a stone cutter was unmoved and unchanged. However much he poured down on the stone it did not move. Why that rock is more powerful than I am said the stone cutter now a cloud. Only a stone cutter could change the rock by his skill. How I wish I were a stonecutter. No sooner he said the words that he found himself sitting on a stone with hard and rough hands. He picked up his tools and set to work on a boulder, happily.

Over a river there was a very narrow bridge. One day a goat was crossing this bridge. Just at the middle of the bridge he met another goat. There was no room for them to pass. "Go back," said one goat to the other, "there is no room for both of us". "Why should I go back?", said the other goat. "Why should not you go back?" " You must go back", said the first goat, "because I am stronger than you." "You are not stronger than I", said the second goat. "We will see about that", said the first goat, and he put down his horns to fight. "Stop!", said the second goat. " If we fight, we shall both fall into the river and be drowned. Instead I have a plan- I shall lie down, and you may walk over me." Then the wise goat lay down on the bridge, and the other goat walked lightly over him. So they passed each other, and went on their ways.

Benefits of Struggling 10 comments

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly. What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were Gods way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly

The important things in life 226 comments

Posted at 6:25 pm in Moral stories

A philosophy professor stood before his class with some items on the table in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, about 2 inches in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He then asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous Yes. Now, said the professor, I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The rocks are the important things your family, your partner, your health, your children things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first, he continued there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal. Take care of the rocks first the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

The story of a blind girl 271 comments

Posted at 5:24 pm in Moral stories

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend. One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, now that you can see the world, will you marry me? The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying: Just take care of my eyes dear. This is how human brain changes when the status changed. Only few remember what life was before, and whos always been there even in the most painful situations. Life Is A Gift Today before you think of saying an unkind word think of someone who cant speak. Before you complain about the taste of your food think of someone who has nothing to eat. Before you complain about your husband or wife think of someone who is crying out to God for a companion. Today before you complain about life think of someone who went too early to heaven. Before you complain about your children think of someone who desires children but theyre barren. Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didnt clean or sweep think of the people who are living in the streets. Before whining about the distance you drive think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet. And when you are tired and complain about your job think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job. But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker. And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down put a smile on your face and thank God youre alive and still around. Life is a gift Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, and Fulfill it.

This Short Story The Clever Crow is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story. Once upon a time there lived a crow. She had built her nest on a tree. At the root of the same tree, a snake had built its home. Whenever the crow laid eggs, the snake would eat them up. The crow felt helpless. That evil snake. I must do something. Let me go and talk to him, thought the crow. The next morning, the crow went to the snake and said politely, Please spare my eggs, dear friend. Let us live like good neighbors and not disturb each other. Huh! You cannot expect me to go hungry. Eggs are what I eat, replied the snake, in a nasty tone. The crow felt angry and she thought, I must teach that snake a lesson. The very next day, the crow was flying over the Kings palace. She saw thePrincess wearing an expensive necklace. Suddenly a thought flashed in her mind and she swooped down, picked up the necklace in her beak and flew off to her nest. When the Princess saw the crow flying off with her necklace, she screamed, Somebody help, the crow has taken my necklace. Soon the palace guards were running around in search of the necklace. Within a short time the guards found the crow. She still sat with the necklace hanging from her beak. The clever crow thought, Now is the time to act. And she dropped thenecklace, which fell right into the snakes pit of house. When the snake heard the noise, it came out of its pit of house. The palace guards saw the snake. A snake! Kill it! they shouted. With big sticks, they beat the snake and killed it. Then the guards took the necklace and went back to the princess. The crow was happy, Now my eggs will be safe, she thought and led a happy and peaceful life

This Short Story The Selfish Crows is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story. Once upon a time, there was a very big forest. There on a huge banyan tree lived many crows. They were selfish and arrogant. They always quarreled with other birds. This behavior irritated other birds. They had no friends, as no one liked them. When the rainy season came, dark clouds gathered in the sky. A small mynah was returning to her nest. When she was passing by the banyan tree, it started raining. I will stay here for a while until it stops raining, thought the little mynah. And I took rest on the banyan tree for a while. The selfish crows saw her perching on the tree. One of them shouted, Get off the tree. This tree belongs to us. The mynah humbly pleaded, The weather is bad and my nest is far off from this forest. Please let me take a rest for a while on this tree, brother. As soon as it stops raining, I will return to my nest. Leave this banyan tree at once. Or we will peck you, said the other crows. The merciless tendency of the selfish crows scared the mynah. The mynah found no other way except to fly off. Then immediately the mynah flew off to a nearby tree, where luckily she found a hollow in a broken branch. She took her shelter there. Shortly after, the rain became heavy followed by thunderstorm. The wind was inhigh speed. Even the leaves and branches were not enough to give shelter to the crows. Many of the branches of many tree in which the crows had taken shelter were damaged and hurt by the hailstones. But the mynah was safe inside the hollow place in the tree. One of the crows said, Look at the mynah! How comfortable she is. Let us go there. Another crow said, I do not think she will let us share the hollow. We did not have sympathy for her when she was in need of this tree. Then another crow said, We should not have been so rude. We forgot that we may need helpsomeday. Suddenly the mynah called out, Come! My friends! Come to this hollow. Or you will get hurt. The rain is not going to stop soon. It seems that it may rain for a long time The crows flew down to the hollow. They thanked the mynah. We are sorry for having unkind, dear friend! Now we will never be so selfish. Then the crows took shelter in the hollow place of the tree in which the mynah had taken her shelter. After some time, it stopped raining. All the birds flew to their respective nests happily as new friends.

This Short Story Three Simple Rules is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story. Once there was a rich man in Thailand. His name was Chulong. He was a very rich man. Yet he wanted more riches, more money. One day he was walking in his garden. He saw a strange bird in a bush. It was very small. But it had very beautiful and colorful features. Its voice was also very sweet. Chulong had never seen such a bird in his life. He slowly went near the bush unseen. He caught the bird. Now the bird began to speak. Why have you caught me? the bird asked. I want to make money. I can sell you for a big amount, replied Chulong. But you are already rich. Why do you want more? asked the bird. Because I want to become richer and richer, replied Chulong. But do not dream of making money through me! said the bird. It further added, You can not sell me. Nobody will buy me, because, in imprisonment, I lose my beauty and my sweet voice. Then it slowly turned into a black bird. The beautiful features were now looking like the feathers of a crow. Chulong hopes of making money were shattered. He said angrily, I will kill you, and I will eat your meat. Eat me! I am so small. You will not get any meat out of me, replied the bird. Chulong could not answer. The bird then suggested, Well set me free. In return I shall teach you three simple but useful rules. What is the use of the rules? I want only money, said Chulong. He was irritated. But these rules can profit you greatly, added the bird. Profit me! Really? Then I shall set you free. But how can I trust you? You may fly away, said Chulong. I give you my word. And I always keep my word, said the bird. Chulong wanted to take a chance. He released the bird. It flew up at once. Then it sat on the branch of a tree. Its color started changing. It became beautiful again. Chulong asked, Now teach me the rules. Certainly, said the bird. Then it added, The first rule is Never Believe everything others say. The second rule is Never be sad about something you do not have. The third rule is Neverthrow away what you have in your hand. You silly bird, shouted Chulong. And he added, These three rules are known to every one. You have cheated me. But the bird said, Chulong, just sit down for a while. Think about all your actions of today. You had me in your hands, but you threw me away (released me). You believed all that I said. And you are sad about not having me. The rules are simple. But you never followed them. Now do you see the value of the rules? so saying the bird flew away and disappeared from his sight.

This Short Story Good Company and Bad Company is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story. Two parrots had built their nest on a banyan tree. The female parrot laid two eggs in the nest. After sometime, the eggs latched. Two chicks came out of them. The parent birds took good care of them. After few weeks, the young birds were able to fly for some distances. The father bird said, We have taken good care of our young ones. We have fed them well too. They have played together. They have learned to fly. Now they can take care of themselves. Let us slowly leave them to decide on their own. Every morning the parent birds flew out to fetch food for the young birds. Then they returned in the evening with food for their young children. This was their lives went on for a while. A hunter saw this behavior of these birds. He learned that the old birds went out in the morning. He decided to catch the young birds after the old birds would go away in the morning. As planned he caught the young birds. The young birds struggled their best to free themselves from the clutches of the hunter. One of the two young birds escaped from the hunter. The other bird was taken in a cage by the hunter to his house. I caught tow birds. But I lost one parrot, said the hunter to his children. And he further added to his children, Keep this parrot safely in the cage and play with this parrot. The hunters children played with the parrot. Very soon the parrot in the house of the hunter learnt to speak few words. The children said to their father, Dad, our parrot has learnt to say a few words. The other parrot flew away. It had escaped from the hunter. It flew for some time. Then it came to a hermitage. Some holy men lived in the hermitage. They did not do any harm to the young parrot. The young parrot stayed there. It listened to their talk. It learnt to say a few words. A certain traveler was walking near the hunters hut. He was tires. He sat nest the hut. He heard the parrot speak. It said, Fool, why have you come here? I will cut your throat. The traveler was very sorry to hear such bad words. He got up immediately. He left the place in a hurry. Then he walked for some time and reached the hermitage. The parrot was sitting on a tree near the hermitage. The parrot spoke, Welcome, traveler. Welcome to this hermitage. We have a lot of good fruits in this forest. Eat whatever you like. The holy men will treat you well. The traveler was surprised. He said to the parrot. I met a young parrot near a hunters hut. It spoke badly. I left the place immediately. Now I have met you. You speak so well. Your words are kind and gentle. Both you and the other birds are parrots. Then why this difference in your language is there? By this statement, the parrot in the hermitage guessed that the other parrot was none other than its brother. The hermitage parrot said, Traveler, the other parrot is my brother. But we have lived in two different places. My brother has learnt the hunters language. But I have learnt the language of holy people. It is the company that shapes your words and deeds. Good company helps you learn good things. Bad company makes you lean bad things.