I HAVE NO TIME FOR YOU

There was a monk who was very impatient. You may wonder, why would a monk be impatient? Don’t they become monks so that they don’t have to deal with the world? Yes, that’s true. So imagine how impatient this monk was…

The more he tried, the more impatient he became. So he decided that he must get away to learn to be patient. So he built himself a little home deep in the woods, far away from civilization.

Years later, a man was traveling in those woods and met him. The man was amazed to find anyone living so far away from the rest of the world, so he asked the monk why he was there all by himself. The monk said that he was there to learn to be patient.

The traveler asked how long he had been there, and the monk replied: seven years. Stunned, the traveler asked, “If there is no one around to bother you, how will you know when you are patient?” Annoyed, the monk replied, “Get away from me. I have no time for you.”

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CONSIDER THIS

Every time you feel impatience welling up from deep within, remember the monk! Learn patience where you are, with situations that challenge your patience and people that push your buttons.

ALWAYS REMEMBER THOSE WHO SERVE

Once upon a time,  in the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,  a 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

“How much is an ice cream sundae?” the little boy asked.

“Fifty cents,” replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins he had. “Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired.

By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing very impatient. “Thirty-five cents,” she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry. As she wiped down the table, there placed neatly beside the empty dish were two nickels and five pennies – her tip.

Source |  Eugene Pacetti & Jessica Robin Cooper, Heart, Laughter, and Sentiment, page 129

PONDER AND CONSIDER

  • To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer. | attributed to Mahatma Gandhi
  • The little boy couldn’t have the sundae, because he wanted to secure enough coins to leave her a tip. That was a tip to her and here’s a tip for the rest of us: let us  remember those who serve us on a daily basis. Even if they don’t remember you or don’t even know you it is radically human to show appreciation in some shape or form, for service received.