WRITING ON THE SAND

A story tells that two friends were walking through               

the desert. During some point of the journey they had

an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in

the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without

saying anything, wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST

FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."  WRITING ON THE SAND

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where

they decided to take a bath. The one who had been

slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning,

but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the

near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST

FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend

asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand

and now, you write on a stone, why?"

WRITING ON THE STONEThe other friend replied: "When someone hurts us we

should write it down in sand where winds of

forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does

something good for us, we must engrave it in stone

where no wind can ever erase it."

LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE

YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.

FACE OF GOD…

A newspaper photographer was sent to Ecuador in 1987 to cover the earthquake that devastated much of the country. In midst of such catastrophic suffering, he witnessed a scene of compassion that moved him so deeply that he wrote a story about it. Here is his account:

" The line was long but moving briskly and in that line, at the very end, was a young girl about twelve years of age. She waited patiently as all those up front of that long line received a little rice, some canned food and a little fruit. Slowly but surely, she was getting closer to the front of the line, closer to the food that was being distributed.

The young girl did not notice the growing despair on the faces of those distributing the food. The food was running out. Instead, the young girl's attention seemed to be riveted on three younger children who were standing at a distance, across the street."

At long last she stepped forward to get her share of the food. All that was left was a solitary banana.

Quitely she took the precious gift and smiled her gratitude.

Then she ran across the street to the three younger children. She peeled the banana very carefully and divided it into three equal parts.She placed one part of the food into the hands of each famished child.

Then she sat down and with a smile, licked the inside of the banana peel."

"At that moment", the photographer concluded, "I swear I saw the face of GOD!"