I wouuld like to share a story which was told bt Paulo Coelho. There was a missionary who arrived in Marrakesh. He decided he would go for a walk every morning in the desert that lay just outside the city.The first time he did this, he noticed a man lying down, with his ear pressed to the ground and stroking the sand with one hand. Intrigued by this strange behaviour, he decided to speak to the stranger. " What are you doing?" " I`m keeping the desert company and offering it consolation for it`s loneliness and tears" " I didn`t know the desert was capable of tears." " It weeps every day because it dreams of being useful to people, and of being transformed into a vast garden where they could grow cereal crops and flowers and graze sheep." " Well, tell the desert that it is performing an important duty," sid the missionary. " Whenever I walk in the desert, I understand man`s true size. When I look at it`s sands, I imagine all the millions of people in the world who were born equal, even if the world has not always been fair to all of them.It`s mountains help me to meditate, and when i see the sun coming over the horizon, it fills my soul with joy." The missionary lefy the man. The next morning,he found the man in the same position. " Did you tell the desert everything I said?" The man nodded." And it is still weeping?" " I can hear every sob. Now it is weeping because it has spent thousands of years thinking it was completely useless and wasted all that time railing against it`s own fate." " Well, tell the sesert that even though we human beings have a much shorter life span, we also spend much of our time rhinking we are useless. We rarely discover our true destiny. When the moment finally comes, and something happens that reveals to us the reason we were born, we think it is too late to change our life and continue to suffer, and , like the desert, blame ourselves for the time we have wasted." " I don`t know if the desert will hear that. It is accustomed to pain, and can`t see things any other way." " let`s do what I always do when I sense people have lost all hope. let us pray," said he missionary. The two men knelt and prayed. One turned toward Mecca because he was a Muslim, and the other put his hands together because he was Catholic. They each prayed to their owm God, who has always been the same God. The following day,the manwas no longer there. In the place where he was normally, the sand seemed wet, for a small spring has started bubbling up. In the months that followed, the spring grew, and eventually a well was built there. The Bedouin call the place "The well of the desert`s Tears." They say that anyone who drinks from it`s waters will find a way of transforming the reason for his suffering into the reason for his joy, and will end up finding his true destiny.
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 08:35:51 +0000
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