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27th July 2011, 18:58
"The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"

A woman baked bread for members of her family and an extra one
for a hungry passerby.

She kept the extra bread on the Window-sill, for whosoever would take it away.

Everyday, a hunch-back came and took away the bread. Instead of expressing gratitude,

he muttered the following words as he went his way:

"The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"

This went on, day after day. Everyday, the hunch-back came,
picked up the bread and uttered the words: "The evil you do,
remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"

The woman felt irritated. "Not a word of gratitude," she said to

"Everyday this hunch-back utters this jingle! What does he mean?

"One day, out of desperation, she decided to do away with him. "I
shall get rid of this hunch-back," she said. And what did she do?
She added poison to the bread she prepared for him! As she was
about to place it on the window sill, her hands trembled. "What is
this I am doing?" she said.

Immediately she threw the bread into the fire, prepared another
one and kept it on the window-sill.

As usual, the hunch-back came, picked up the bread and muttered the words:

"The evil you do, remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"

The hunch-back proceeded on his way, blissfully unaware of the
war raging in the mind of the woman. Everyday, as the woman placed the bread
on the window-sill, she offered a prayer for her son who had gone to a distant place
to seek his fortune. For many months, she had no news of him..
She prayed for his safe return.

That evening, there was a knock on the door. As she opened it,
she was surprised to find her son standing in the doorway.. He had
grown thin and lean. His garments were tattered and torn. He was
hungry, starved and weak. As he saw his mother, he said, "Mom, it's a miracle I'm here.
While I was but a mile away, I was so hungry that I collapsed. I would have died,
but just then an old hunch-back passed by. I begged of him for a small part of his food,
and he was kind enough to give me a whole bread. "As he gave it to me, he said,

"This is what I eat everyday: today, I shall give it to you,
for your need is greater than mine!"

"As the mother heard those words, her face turned pale and red.
She leaned against the door for support. She remembered the poisoned bread that she
had made that morning. Had she not burnt it in the fire, it would have been eaten by her
own son, and he would have lost his life!

It was then that she realized the significance of the words: "The
evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"

Moral of the story:

Do good and; Don't ever stop doing good, even if itís not
appreciated at that time.


27th July 2011, 19:03
Hierdie storie laat my telkemale terugdink aan die moord op Jesus....

"The evil you do remains with you..."

27th July 2011, 19:05
en dan onwillekeurig dink ek aan die laaste twee duisend jaar se manupilasie van die kerke...

"The good you do, comes back to you!"

27th July 2011, 19:08
en dan oorwin die gedagte aan die onsienbare boemelaar (nog 'n Jesus?)

"This is what I eat everyday: today, I shall give it to you,
for your need is greater than mine!"

27th July 2011, 19:11
The Bridges we build...

Once upon a time, two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side-by-side, sharing machinery and trading labour and goods as needed without a hitch.

Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference and finally, it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.

One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's toolbox.

"I'm looking for a few days' work," he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there I could help with? Could I help you?"

"Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbour. In fact, it's my younger brother! Last week there was a meadow between us. He recently took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll do him one better. See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build me a fence an 8-foot fence -- so I won't need to see his place or his face any more."

The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you."

The older brother had to go to town, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day -- measuring, sawing and nailing. About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job.

The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence there at all.It was a bridge... a bridge that stretched from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work, handrails and all! And the neighbour, his younger brother, was coming toward them, his hand outstretched...

"You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done."

The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in middle, taking each other's hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox onto his shoulder.

"No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said the older brother.
"I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, "but I have many more bridges to build."