Too Much Sand

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 the remaining open areas of the jar.

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, or fix the disposal.”

“Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

Have you been spending too much time on sand?

Short Story -Smoke Signal

I came across this story in our weekly Monday Coffee mails and I found it to be really meaningful. So sharing it here 🙂

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly to God to come rescue him, every day he scanned the horizon for help, but there was nothing.

Eventually, he managed to build a small hut for himself out of driftwood to protect him and a few of his belongings. But one day, he returned home from his scavenging for food to find that his hut was in flames, the smoke billowing up to the sky.

The worst had happened, everything he had was lost. He was filled with grief and anger. “God, how could you do this to me!”, he cried. Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.

“How did you know I was here?”, he asked his rescuers wearily. “We saw your smoke signal”, they replied.
It’s easy to get discouraged when things aren’t working out in our lives. But we shouldn’t lose heart because God is working out our lives, even in the midst of all the pain and suffering.

So, remember next time your little hut is burning to the ground, it’s God way of summoning the good to you.:) 🙂

Short Story – Big John Doesn’t Pay

We have this weekly mailer in office every Monday called Monday Blues which is actually a good way to start our week at work with some fun anecdotes and amusing short stories.

This short story that I am sharing here is the first thing I read in office today. Hope that it helps u beat ur Monday blues too.

” One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus, and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops – few people got on, few people got off and everything went generally well. At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on.

Six feet eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, “Big John doesn’t pay!” and sat down at the back.

The driver was five feet three, thin and basically meek. Naturally, he didn’t argue with Big John but he wasn’t happy about it.

The same thing happened the next day – Big John got on, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down in the back. And again the next day, and the day after that & so on.

The driver started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of him. Finally, he could stand it no longer. He signed up for body building classes, karate, judo and all that good stuff.

By the end of summer, he grew quite strong and felt good about himself.

So on the next Monday, when Big John got on and said, “Big John doesn’t pay”, the driver glared right back and screamed, “Why not?”

With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, “Because Big John has a bus pass” ”  😛