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The Pony

     This is one of my favorite stories I first heard when I went to Circle
A Ranch in Rockford Michigan. This story was told by Skip Ross. The story is 
about two boys who were a part of a scientific study to see if your
environment has anything to do with your attitude or your outlook on
life. The first boy Tommy was brought into a room filled with every toy
imaginable. Tommy complained that the bicycle was the wrong color
and the remote control car was the wrong style. He already had all the
books that were in the room. The complaints went on and on Tommy
complained about everything in the room.

    The second boy Johnny was brought into a room with one huge
pile of horse manure. Johnny was told they would be right back to see
how he was doing. They came back to the room an hour later and
they found him singing and laughing. Johnny was also throwing
manure all over the room. Johnny was asked, “what are you doing?
Why are you having such a good time?” Johnny said, “with all this
manure around here there must be a pony around here somewhere”

A man is but the product of his thoughts
what he thinks, he becomes.
Mahatma Gandhi

What a Whit

Mahatma GandhiWhat A Whit

When Gandhi was studying law at the University College of London, there was a professor, whose last name was Peters, who felt animosity for Gandhi, and because Gandhi never lowered his head towards him, their “arguments” were very common.

One day, Mr. Peters was having lunch at the dining room of the University and Gandhi came along with his tray and sat next to the professor, in his arrogance, said, “Mr Gandhi: you do not understand… a pig and a bird do not sit together to eat”, to which Gandhi replies, “You do not worry professor, I’ll fly away”, and he went and sat at another table.

Mr. Peters green of rage, decides to make revenge on the next test, but Gandhi responds brilliantly to all questions. Then, Mr. Peters asked him the following question, Mr Gandhi, if you are walking down the street and find a package, and within it there is a bag of wisdom and another bag with a lot of money; which one do you take?”

Without hesitating, Gandhi responded, “the one with the money of course.”

Mr. Peters, smiling , said, “I, in  your place would have taken the wisdom, don’t you think?”

Each one takes what he doesn’t have”, responded Gandhi indifferently.

Mr. Peters, already hysterical, writes on the exam sheet the word “idiot” and gives it to Gandhi. Gandhi takes the exam sheet and sits down. A few minutes later, Gandhi goes to the professor and says, Mr. Peters, you signed the sheet but did not give the grade.

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