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Story:The King's Highway

Once upon a time, a king had a great highway built for the people who lived in his kingdom. After it was completed, but before it was opened to the public, the king decided to have a contest. He invited as many of his subjects as desired to participate. The challenge was to see who could travel the highway the best, and the winner was to receive a box of gold. On the day of the contest, all the people came. Some of them had fine chariots; some had fine clothing and fancy food to make the trip a luxurious journey. Some wore their sturdiest shoes and ran along the highway on their feet to show their skill. All day they travelled the highway, and each one, when he arrived at the end, complained to the king about a large pile of rocks and debris that had been left almost blocking the road at one point, and that got in their way and hindered their travel. At the end of the day, a lone traveller crossed the finish line warily and walked over to the king. He was tired and dirty, but he addres

The most beautiful thing

"The most beautiful thing in the world is a ballpark filled with people." - Bill Veeck

The Scorpion & the Turtle

A scorpion, being a very poor swimmer, asked a turtle to carry him on his back across a river. "Are you mad?" exclaimed the turtle. "You'll sting me while I'm swimming and I'll drown." "My dear turtle," laughed the scorpion, "if I were to sting you, you would drown and I would go down with you. Now where is the logic in that?" "You're right?" cried the turtle. "Hop on!" The scorpion climbed aboard and halfway across the river gave the turtle a mighty sting. As they both sank to the bottom, the turtle resignedly said: "Do you mind if I ask you something? You said there'd be no logic in your stinging me. Why did you do it?" "It has nothing to do with logic," the drowning scorpion sadly replied. "It's just in my nature." In the last trembling moments of the turtle's existence, its life starts to play back like a movie in fast-forward. As the movie reaches its last frame, i

Foods that heal and foods that kill

Foods that Kill * Margarine and other hydrogenated fats * refined salt, Table salt * Chlorinated Water * Antibiotics * ASPARTAME * MSG - Mono Sodium Glutamate * Pesticides * CARCINOGENS * Hormones - MILK * Food additives * Sugar, cane sugar, corn syrup, chocolate and other foods containing simialar concentrated sweeteners * refined oils * baking powder * hard and dry bovine milk cheese * Junk foods (hamburgers, pizza, hotdog, nachos, …) * Fried, smoked, grilled foods * Soft drinks - Coca Cola, Pepsi, Soda pop * Alcohol drinks Replace Foods that Kill with Foods that heal * Stevia, Rice malt, Barley malt, Carob, Fruits, Carrots (If you Include in your diet algae, sea foods and unrefined sea salt that contain trace minerals Chromium and Vanadium, you will not have craving for Sugar and sweets ! Craving for Sugar and sweets is a symptom of Chromium and Vanadium deficiency!) * Unrefined sea salt * Vegetabl

A Zen Story: Is that so?

The Zen master Hakuin was praised by his neighbors as one living a pure life. A beautiful Japanese girl whose parents owned a food store lived near him. Suddenly, without any warning, her parents discovered she was with child. This made her parents very angry. She would not confess who the man was, but after much harassment at last named Hakuin. In great anger the parents went to the master. "Is that so?" was all he would say. After the child was born it was brought to Hakuin. By this time he had lost his reputation, which did not trouble him, but he took very good care of the child. He obtained milk from his neighbors and everything else the little one needed. A year later the girl-mother could stand it no longer. She told her parents the truth - that the real father of the child was a young man who worked in the fishmarket. The mother and father of the girl at once went to Hakuin to ask his forgiveness, to apologize at length, and to get the child back again.

The Story of a Favourite Teacher

Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were un-kept and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy was unpleasant. It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then marking the F at the top of the paper biggest of all. Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him, either. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's records and put Teddy's off unt

The Grocery List

Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food. John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store. Visualizing the family needs, she said: 'Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can." John told her he could not give her credit, as she did not have a charge account at his store. Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer man that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family. The grocer man said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery list? Louise replied, "Yes sir!" "O.K." he said: "Put your grocery

Story:Two wolves live within everyone of us

An old Grandfather, whose grandson came to him with anger at a schoolmate who had done him an injustice, said, "Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times." He continued, "It is as if there are two wolves inside me; one is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offence when no offence was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way." "But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominant my spirit." The

Story:The Praying Hands

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighbourhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy. After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the a

Searching for the beauty

"I do not know why I go on. I do not search for truth. I do not believe in it. But I believe in something. Maybe simply in the beauty of the world which I wander or in the will to live itself."

All Blog Posts of Keep Walking 2005-2007

Keep Walking!: December 2007 Humorous quotes to ponder Raising your Kids So, What's your Christmas Plans? The Story of Peanut Butter Man Funny Interpretations of Common nouns (Actually Good) Secret of Creativity Boundless Life! 31 ways to irritate the Tech Support Guys in your Office 10 Lessons that I learnt with NaBloPoMo Funny Hairstyles (Photos) I am running late in my life You will receive a Christmas Card from me 7 reasons why children are adorable Hand-made Toys (PICS) Keep Walking!: November 2007 Men are so simple & Women so complicated Life is like a Bank Account For a Salary rise, Submit your Resignation 50 Romantic Things To Do For Your Boyfriend or Girlfriend A to Z of your Life Meme What will change under Kevin Rudd's Labor Govt? Are you stressed? Let us find out! What I Am Thankful For? Photo of the Week:Sangu Poo Photo of the Week: Just after a shower Revathi and Myself Quick Dirty Joke Fun:Never go to HR for Help Viral Campaigns