There Is No Charge For Love

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell.

He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and

set about nailing it to a post on the edge of

his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the

post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked

down into the eyes of a little boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your

puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat

off the back of his neck, "These puppies come

from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then

reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a

handful of change and held it up to the farmer.

"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take

a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out

a whistle.. "Here, Dolly!" he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran

Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.

The little boy pressed his face against the chain

link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the

dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy

noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably

smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat

awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward

the others, doing its best to catch up...

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the

runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said,

"Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able

to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence,

reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his

trousers.

In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down

both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made

shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir,

I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone

who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and

picked up the little pup.

Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge,"

answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love.."

The world is full of people who need someone who

understands..

....Not everyone or everything is perfect.  Some who have imperfections are equally generous in giving.  Whereas, those who are perfect or beautifully proportioned are naturally self-centred and full of self-importance.  Not one to ponder upon the discomfort or unpleasantness of the situation.

Words of Wisdom

The Socrates Triple Filter Test

In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said, "Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"

"Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything, I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."

"Triple filter?"

"That's right," Socrates continued.

"Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. That's why I call it the triple filter test."

"The first filter is TRUTH. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"

"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and..."

'All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of GOODNESS. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?"

"No, on the contrary...."

"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, because there's one filter left: the filter of USEFULNESS.

Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?"

"No, not really."

"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"

So, will we use this triple filter each time we hear loose talk about any of our near & dear friends?

..... After reading this passage, I felt I had to share his words of wisdom.  The world will indeed be a much more beautiful and pleasant place to live in if each and everyone of us filter our words and give a thought before  uttering.

INTRODUCTION

My name is Teri Lim. It all begun on 10th July 2010. My life after six classes of IS presided by Professor Azizi  Zakaria was torture. 

Thare is this Malay phrase that reads something like this .... " makan tak lalu, mandi tak basah".

Life is a constant 9 set of answers to be delivered by the weekend.  Having answered 27 sets of questions so far, I can appreciate Prof's idea of flooding us with homework.  Must be his idea of making us look for the answers ourselves and study at the same instant.

I am lucky to have Yong as my course mate. He has been prodding me, flooding me with e-mails reminders, asking me the status of my assignment. I, of course will start to feel guilty.  And there is Azlan and Lai, my team mates. Both are equally concerned as they know that my knowledge of IS is absolutely zero.

This is my first attempt at blogging.  Had to be tutored by my daughter.  Think she has given up on me as a hopeless case.

Well, have to go back to my homework again.  My mind is a constant whirl of 22 August, my D Day (exam) and 28 August (dateline to onpass the assignment).    Wow ^^