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London's clubs
There were a lot of men's clubs in London a few years ago. Men went there and read their newspapers quietly, or drank or had meals with their friends.
All of these men's clubs had a lot of very good servants. At every club one of the servants was a doorman. Mr. Grace was the doorman of one of these clubs. He was fifty-five years old, and he had grey hair and a big grey moustache.
The telephone rang in his office at six o'clock in the evening, and a woman spoke to him. She said, 'Are you the doorman of the George Club?'
'Yes, I am,' Mr. Grace answered.
'Please give my husband a message,' the woman said.
'Your husband isn't at the club this evening,' Mr. Grace answered.
'But I haven't told you his name!' the woman said angrily.
'That isn't necessary,' Mr. Grace answered. 'No husband is ever at the club.
ادامه مطلب ...
There were a lot of men's clubs in London a few years ago. Men went there and read their newspapers quietly, or drank or had meals with their friends.
All of these men's clubs had a lot of very good servants. At every club one of the servants was a doorman. Mr. Grace was the doorman of one of these clubs. He was fifty-five years old, and he had grey hair and a big grey moustache.
The telephone rang in his office at six o'clock in the evening, and a woman spoke to him. She said, 'Are you the doorman of the George Club?'
'Yes, I am,' Mr. Grace answered.
'Please give my husband a message,' the woman said.
'Your husband isn't at the club this evening,' Mr. Grace answered.
'But I haven't told you his name!' the woman said angrily.
'That isn't necessary,' Mr. Grace answered. 'No husband is ever at the club.
المپیک ویژه
Special Olympics
A few years ago at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100 yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times and began to cry The other eight heard the boy. They slowed down and looked back. They all turned around and went back. Every one of them. One girl with Down’s syndrome bent down and kissed him and said,” This will make it better.” All nine linked arms and walked across the finish line together. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes.
People who were there are still telling the story. Why? Because deep down we know one thing. What matters most in this life is more than winning for ourselves. What truly matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course.
A few years ago at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100 yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times and began to cry The other eight heard the boy. They slowed down and looked back. They all turned around and went back. Every one of them. One girl with Down’s syndrome bent down and kissed him and said,” This will make it better.” All nine linked arms and walked across the finish line together. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes.
People who were there are still telling the story. Why? Because deep down we know one thing. What matters most in this life is more than winning for ourselves. What truly matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course.
المپیک ویژه
چندین سال پیش در المپیک معلولین ،در سیاتل،نه شرکت کننده معلول جسمانی و یا ذهنی در خط شروع دو صد مترقرار گرفتند.با صدای شلیک،همه هر چند بدون عجله اما با شور و اشتیاق برای برنده شدن،شروع به دویدن کردند.در این میان پسری زمین خورد(روی آسفالت لغزید) و شروع به گریه کردهشت نفر دیگر صدای پسرک را شنیدند،سرعتشان را کم کردند و به عقب نگاه کردند.همه با یک نظر به عقب ،تصمیم به برگشت گرفتند.یک به یک آنها .یک دختر که معلول ذهنی بود خم شد و پسرک را بوسید و گفت:این خوبش می کنه.همه نه نفر دست در دست هم به مسابقه ادامه دادند تا از خط پایان گذشتند.همه در استادیوم ایستادند و برای چندین دقیقه آنها را تشویق کردند
مردمی که آنجا بودند هنوز آن ماجرا را روایت می کنند.چرا؟چون عمیقا ما یک چیز را میدانیم.چیزی که در زندگی اهمیت بیشتری دارد از بردن خودمان مهمتر است.آنچه بدرستی در زندگی اهمیت دارد کمک به این است که دیگران ببرند،حتی اگر موجب به عقب برگشتن و تغییر مسیرمان باشد
داستان انگلیسی پرنده و قفس
The bird and the cage
Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with perfect wings and with glossy, colorful feathers. He was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.
But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid that she would never feel the same way about the other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.
And she felt alone.
And her thought: "I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want."
However, a strange transformation began to take place; now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest.
The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers began to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.
One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contently amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had trilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come?" she asked Death. "So that you can fly once more with him across the sky," Death replied.
"If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again."
ادامه مطلب ...
Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with perfect wings and with glossy, colorful feathers. He was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.
But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid that she would never feel the same way about the other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.
And she felt alone.
And her thought: "I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want."
However, a strange transformation began to take place; now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest.
The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers began to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.
One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contently amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had trilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come?" she asked Death. "So that you can fly once more with him across the sky," Death replied.
"If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again."
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THE FOX AND THE CROW
A hungry fox once wandering in a jungle. He saw a crow sitting in a tree. It had a piece of cheese in its beak. He longed to eat it himself. So he sat down under the tree and said, “What a pretty bird you are! Your voice must also be very sweet. Do sing me a song, please.”
The crow was greatly pleased to hear its praise. It began to caw with endless pride. But the moment it did so, the piece of cheese fell down. The cunning fox picked it up and ran away saying, “Thank you, Mr. Crow. The cheese is very delicious indeed. But your voice is not so sweet, as I thought it to be!”
A hungry fox once wandering in a jungle. He saw a crow sitting in a tree. It had a piece of cheese in its beak. He longed to eat it himself. So he sat down under the tree and said, “What a pretty bird you are! Your voice must also be very sweet. Do sing me a song, please.”
The crow was greatly pleased to hear its praise. It began to caw with endless pride. But the moment it did so, the piece of cheese fell down. The cunning fox picked it up and ran away saying, “Thank you, Mr. Crow. The cheese is very delicious indeed. But your voice is not so sweet, as I thought it to be!”
روباه و کلاغ
یک بار روباهی گرسنه داشت در جنگل می گشت که کلاغی را نشسته روی درختی دید. کلاغ تکه پنیری در منقار داشت و او دلش می خواست آن را خودش بخورد.
پس زیر درخت نشست و گفت: «تو چه پرندۀ زیبایی هستی! بایستی خیلی خوش آواز هم باشی. لطفا، برایم یک دهن بخوان.» کلاغ که از ستایش او خیلی حظ کرده بود، با افتخار تمام غارغار کردن گرفت. اما همین که خواند، تکۀ پنیر افتاد پایین.
روباه زیرک آن را برداشت و در حالی که در می رفت، گفت: ممنون آقا کلاغه، این پنیر واقعآ خیلی خوشمزه است، ولی همان طور که فکر می کردم صدای خوشی نداری
گفت و گو با خدا
THE INTERVIEW WITH GOD
I dreamed I had an interview with God.
“So you would like to interview me?” God asked.
“If you have the time” I said. God smiled.
“My time is eternity.”
“What questions do you have in mind for me?”
“What surprises you most about humankind?” God answered…
“That they get bored with childhood, they rush to grow up, and then long to be children again.”
“That they lose their health to make money… and then lose their money to restore their health.”
“That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live in neither the present nor the future.”
“That they live as if they will never die, and die as though they had never lived.” God’s hand took mine and we were silent for a while. And then I asked…
“As a parent, what are some of life’s lessons you want your children to learn?”
“To learn they cannot make anyone love them. All they can do is let themselves be loved.”
“To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others.”
“To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.”
“To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in those they love, and it can take many years to heal them.”
“To learn that a rich person is not one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.”
“To learn that there are people who love them dearly, but simply have not yet learned how to express or show their feelings.”
“To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it differently.”
“To learn that it is not enough that they forgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves.”
“Thank you for your time,” I said humbly.
“Is there anything else you would like your children to know?” God smiled and said,
“Just know that I am here… always.”
ادامه مطلب ...
I dreamed I had an interview with God.
“So you would like to interview me?” God asked.
“If you have the time” I said. God smiled.
“My time is eternity.”
“What questions do you have in mind for me?”
“What surprises you most about humankind?” God answered…
“That they get bored with childhood, they rush to grow up, and then long to be children again.”
“That they lose their health to make money… and then lose their money to restore their health.”
“That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live in neither the present nor the future.”
“That they live as if they will never die, and die as though they had never lived.” God’s hand took mine and we were silent for a while. And then I asked…
“As a parent, what are some of life’s lessons you want your children to learn?”
“To learn they cannot make anyone love them. All they can do is let themselves be loved.”
“To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others.”
“To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.”
“To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in those they love, and it can take many years to heal them.”
“To learn that a rich person is not one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.”
“To learn that there are people who love them dearly, but simply have not yet learned how to express or show their feelings.”
“To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it differently.”
“To learn that it is not enough that they forgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves.”
“Thank you for your time,” I said humbly.
“Is there anything else you would like your children to know?” God smiled and said,
“Just know that I am here… always.”