One day, a king went hunting. On his journey, he stayed overnight at the house of a weaver who lived along the way. The weaver and his family did not know that their guest was the king. They assumed he was just a hunter and offered him a place to stay.
The next morning, when the king woke up, he saw the weaver starting his work. The weaver had a rope tied to his left hand. Curious, the king asked, “What is that rope tied to your hand?”
The weaver replied, “This rope is to rock the cradle. If the baby cries, I pull this rope to soothe it.”
The king then noticed a long stick near the weaver and asked, “What is this stick for?”
The weaver said, “My wife has spread grains outside to dry in the sun. I’ve tied a black flag to the other end of this stick. When I wave it, birds don’t come near the grains.”
The king also saw small bells tied around the weaver’s waist and asked, “What are these bells for?”
The weaver explained, “We have a mouse in the house. When it comes near, I shake these bells, and it runs away.”
The king then noticed a few children standing outside the weaver’s house and asked, “What are they doing there?”
The weaver replied, “While weaving, I teach them whatever I know. They listen to my lessons from outside.”
The king asked, “Why don’t you let them inside?”
The weaver answered, “Their ears are here to listen to the lessons, but I also make them knead the mud in front of the house with their feet while listening. This way, they learn and help at the same time.”
The king was amazed at how the weaver managed so many tasks simultaneously. The weaver added, “That’s not all. My wife is a Greek woman. Every day, she writes ten Greek words on a slate for me to learn. While working, I also practice those words.”
The weaver demonstrated that if one desires, it is possible to learn, teach, work, and take care of the household all at once. His diligence left the king astonished.
I received this story in Tamil but since I wanted to share across this here, this is an AI translation.
There is so much to understand and interpret from this….
A beautiful read this morning came my way through a social media forward from my mother.
It’s truly meaningful.
The Final Whistle…
I was watching a local football match on a school ground. I asked a boy sitting nearby, “What’s the score of your team?” With a smile, the boy replied, “We are at 0, the opponents are at 3.” I said, “Don’t lose hope, young man.”
The boy looked at me with a puzzled expression, as if questioning my understanding of his determination. He then gave me a profound response: “Why should I lose hope, uncle, when the referee hasn’t blown the final whistle yet?” “I trust my team and my coach completely.” “We will definitely win,” he said confidently and continued watching the game.
To my amazement, the match ended 5-4 in favor of the boy’s team. As the victory was announced, the boy waved enthusiastically at me and left with a bright smile.
I was astonished, struck by his unwavering belief and confidence. His faith was so beautiful, so deep, it left me contemplating.
That night, as I returned home, his question kept resonating in my mind: “Why should I lose hope when the final whistle hasn’t been blown?”
Life is like a game… While we are still in it, why do we give up so often? When our final whistle hasn’t sounded, why should we despair?
The truth is, many of us blow our own whistle prematurely. We leave the field before the game is over.
But as long as life is with us, nothing is impossible. Whether our time is half over, three-quarters over, or just beginning, that doesn’t matter.
What matters is that we don’t blow the whistle on ourselves before the time is up.
The referee of our game is God. Have faith in Him and in yourself.
So, let’s remember that the final whistle hasn’t sounded yet, and let’s enjoy every moment of life like an exciting game!
She hadn’t been to school for four days because she was not feeling well.
When she went back to school, there were a lot of lessons taught.
To catch up on the lessons, she asked her best friend for her notes.
But her friend refused to give her the notes, saying she had to study them that evening.
Feeling dejected, she couldn’t get the notes copied.
Another girl came to her aid and gave her the notes, helping her out.
The girl was heartbroken that her best friend didn’t help her. She remembered all the times she had given chocolates and colored pencils to her friend.
Reflecting on this, she felt extremely sad and cried, becoming obsessed with the thought.
“Obsessed” means thinking about something repeatedly. She couldn’t stop thinking about her friend not giving her the notes.
She couldn’t eat lunch properly, came home, and sat quietly.
She couldn’t talk properly, watch TV, or laugh. She couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about it all the time. The next day was a school holiday, but she couldn’t enjoy it.
That day, her family went to a park. Her father put her on a swing and started pushing her. The swing went higher and higher, making her happy. She screamed joyfully, asking her dad not to push too hard. Her dad kept pushing, and after half an hour on the swing, she got down and played more games.
She forgot her anger and sadness towards her friend, feeling at peace.
That night, while sleeping, she reflected on the following points:
Point 1: It was wrong of her friend not to give her the notes. Why should she lose her happiness, appetite, and laughter over it?
Point 2: Maybe her friend genuinely needed to study and couldn’t give her the notes.
Point 3: Being angry at her friend made her distance herself from her loving parents.
Point 4: Constantly thinking about anger and irritation towards someone is torturous. It prevents us from doing anything else.
Point 5: Why didn’t she try to forget her anger for even five minutes? She felt excited while on the swing and forgot her anger. Why didn’t she think about getting out of the problem?
Reflecting on these points, she reached a conclusion.
Thinking negatively about anyone all the time will prevent you from being at peace. It drains our energy and makes us unable to enjoy life. Therefore, she decided to stay friendly and cheerful.
She woke up energetically, greeted her parents, took a bath and wore her uniform, ate her breakfast, packed her bag, and as she stepped out, sunlight shone on her face.
Her face looked brighter and more beautiful in the sunlight.
When our thoughts are good, our actions will be good. When our actions are good, our life will be good.
Savvy Raj 
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