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Parable

Beginner's Mind

Once, a professor went to a Zen Master. He asked him to explain
 the meaning of Zen. The Master quietly poured a cup of tea. 
The cup was full but he continued to pour. The professor could 
not stand this any longer, so he questioned the Master impatiently,
"Why do you keep pouring when the cup is full?" "I want to point
 out to you," the Master said, "that you are similarly attempting
 to understand Zen while your mind is full. First, empty your mind
 of preconceptions before you attempt to understand Zen."
The Brick

A young and successful executive was traveling down a 
neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar.
 He was watching for kids darting out from between parked 
cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. 
As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick
 smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes 
and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been
 thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed
 the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting,
 "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are
 you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost
 a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. 
"Please, mister...please! I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do,
" he pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop!
" With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed
 to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother," he said. 
"He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and
 I can't lift him up." Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive,
 "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair?
 He's hurt and he's too heavy for me." Moved beyond words,
 the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat.
 He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, 
then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts.
 A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.
 "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.
 Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push
 his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.
 It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very 
noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door.
 He kept the dent there to remind him of this message "Don't go through
 life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!"
Time

Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400.
 It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening the bank
 deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day.
 What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course! Each of us
 has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you
 with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever
 of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over
 no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account
 for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail
 to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back.
 There is no drawing against the "tomorrow." You must live in 
the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it 
the utmost in health, happiness, and success! The clock is running.
 Make the most of today. To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student
 who failed a grade. To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a
 mother who gave birth to a premature baby. To realize
 the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper. 
To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
 To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train. 
To realize the value of ONE-SECOND, ask a person who just
 avoided an accident. Treasure every moment that you have! 
And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special,
 special enough to spend your time. Remember that time waits for no one.
 Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present!
Knowledge

A scientific convention was held at a lakeside resort.
 After the first day?s proceedings, a mathematician, a physicist,
 an astronomer and a molecular biologist hired a boatman 
to row them around on the lake. As they sat in the boat, 
they discussed string theory, bubble universes, the Gaea Hypothesis
 and other abstruse topics. The biologist noticed the boatman
 looking at them from the corner of his eyes. He asked him, ?
What do you think of these ideas?? The boatman replied, ?
I didn?t understand any of it.? The astronomer asked him how far
he had studied. He told them he couldn?t even read. ?I hate to say
 it,? said the physicist, ?but you seem to have wasted a good part
 of your life.? The boatman remained silent. By now they were out
 in the middle of the lake, far from shore. A sudden storm whipped up.
 The waves started churning and heaving. All of a sudden, the boat flipped over.
 The boatman started swimming for shore. The scientists cried out, ?
Help! We can?t swim!? The boatman called back, ?I hate to say it,
 but you seem to have wasted your whole lives.?

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