The Miracle of Pure Selfless Helping Heart www.mondaymantras.com Monday ※ Health: Wonder Benefits of Coconut ..............5 ※ Main: All about Feng Shui ...............2 & 3 ※ Inspirational: The Miracle of Pure Selfless Helping Heart ...............1 WORKING TOWARDS MAKING MONDAY’S MORE EXCITING INFORMATIVE AND ENTERTAINING Mantras ※ Spiritual: How to create an Exciting Future - Sadhguru ...............4 Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her lile brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of mon- ey. They were moving to an apartment com- plex next month because Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered des- peraon, “Only a miracle can save him now.” Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the clos- et. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three mes, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisng on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited paently for the pharma- cist to give her some aenon but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most dis- gusng sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! “And what do you want?” the pharma- cist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I’m talking to my brother from Chica- go whom I haven’t seen in ages,” he said without waing for a reply to his queson. “Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick… and I want to buy a miracle.” “I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist. “His name is Andrew and he has some- thing bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?” “We don’t sell miracles here, lile girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help you,” the pharmacist said, soſtening a lile. “Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.” The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the lile girl, “What kind of a miracle does you brother need?” “I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes well- ing up. “I just know he’s really sick and Mom- my says he needs an operaon. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money.” “How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago. “One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audibly. “And it’s all the mon- ey I have, but I can get some more if I need to. “Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents – the exact price of a miracle for lile brothers.” He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mien and said, “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need.” That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Arm- strong, a surgeon, specialising in neuro-sur- gery. The operaon was completed with- out charge and it wasn’t long unl Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. “That surgery,” her Mom whispered. “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?” Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost… one dollar and elev- en cents … plus the faith of a lile child. Your faith, your love, your beauty, your truth is a hundred mes more powerful than doubt. Have faith in yourself and be kind hearted. It helps. Source: http://rishikajain.com/2013/04/27/ the-miracle-of-pure-selfless-help- ing-heart-inspirational-stories/#more-8148 | ⁜ 30 | ⁜ May | ⁜ 2016 |
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The Miracle of Pure Selfless Helping Heartwww.mondaymantras.com
Monday ※ Health: Wonder Benefits of Coconut ..............5
※ Main: All about Feng Shui ...............2 & 3
※ Inspirational: The Miracle of Pure Selfless Helping Heart ...............1
WORKING TOWARDS MAKING MONDAY’S MORE
EXCITING INFORMATIVE AND ENTERTAINING Mantras
※ Spiritual: How to create an Exciting Future - Sadhguru ...............4
Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of mon-ey. They were moving to an apartment com-plex next month because Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor bills and our house.
Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered des-peration, “Only a miracle can save him now.”
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the clos-et. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharma-cist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most dis-gusting sound she could muster. No good.
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
“And what do you want?” the pharma-
cist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I’m talking to my brother from Chica-go whom I haven’t seen in ages,” he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
“Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick… and I want to buy a miracle.”
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.
“His name is Andrew and he has some-thing bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?”
“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help you,” the pharmacist said, softening a little. “Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.”
The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does you brother need?”
“I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes well-ing up. “I just know he’s really sick and Mom-my says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money.”
“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago. “One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audibly. “And it’s all the mon-ey I have, but I can get some more if I need to.
“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents – the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.” He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said, “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need.”
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Arm-strong, a surgeon, specialising in neuro-sur-gery. The operation was completed with-out charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
“That surgery,” her Mom whispered. “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?”
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost… one dollar and elev-en cents … plus the faith of a little child.
Your faith, your love, your beauty, your truth is a hundred times more powerful than doubt. Have faith in yourself and be kind hearted. It helps.
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For the kind of possibilities human beings hold, life is a brief amount of time. Only for people who do not explore the full depth and dimension of who they are, for those who are miserable and depressed, life is long. This is because time is a relative experience. If you keep yourself vibrant, exuberant, and joyful, it is a very brief life. There is no point in dwelling on yesterday, as long as you did the best you could do. The important thing is that what you thought was the best you could do yes-terday should not be good enough to you any-more today. What you are doing today should be much better. That means you are growing.
If you act to the best of your ability and in-telligence, every day will be an explosion of possibilities. If you are driving fast, there is no time to look back. Only those who are living in a parked car keep looking in the rearview mirror, because they are not going anywhere. There is no point in doing post-mortem on yesterday. Crafting tomorrow is what is important. To create an exciting fu-ture, you need to be at your best. Growth means to make yourself the way you want to be. And how you want to be may change as you mature. Determine what the highest levels for you are in terms of body, mind, and emotions. That is what you should go for.
You do not have to be better than someone else, but you should not be anything less than what you can be. If you think your life is worthwhile, you must be at your best – any-thing less than that is wasted life. If you live exuberantly, life is fantastic. If you are half alive, everything is miserable. In a way, it is a preparation for hell. If you make yourself wonderful, wherever the hell you are, you will be fine. Otherwise, you may be in heav-en but turn it into hell. If you want to create a future, it is important that you use your past as a stepping stone, not as a load. The more miserable your past was, the wiser and more mature you should become, sooner than others. When things happen to us, ei-ther we can become wise or wounded. This is the choice we have. Do not sit in a corner, hoping nothing bad will happen to you – life does not work that way. Whatever happens in your life, you can turn it into a fortune.
When we began establishing the Isha Yoga Center, it created a stir in town. People start-ed gathering around us, and a few influential families did not like it. They met and came up with the plan to come here with a few hun-dred people and demolish the Yoga Center. But there was a wise old man who said, “You don’t know whom you are dealing with. If you throw stones at him, he will build something out of it. Don’t make that mistake.” What life throws at you, what kind of situations come your way is not always in your hands. But what you make out of it is always yours.
Take charge of this in your life – no matter what someone says, what life does to you, what the world does to you, turn it into well-being. For this, you need balance, and you need to function at your highest level. In-discriminately, whoever it is, whatever you do – always give your best. Learn to look at everyone and everything with the same in-tensity and the same involvement. Selective involvement means being half alive. To ma-ture into a full-fledged human being, always strive to function at the highest possible level of your capability, in every little thing you do.
Unfortunately, ninety percent of humanity is functioning well below their potential – to some extent because someone else said or did something, or even just because they are afraid someone else may think some-thing. That means you are getting into oth-er people’s mind – what a filthy place to be. Whatever anyone else thinks, says, or does,
whatever comes your way, learn to turn it into your wellbeing. If someone throws poison at you, you must know how to use it for your well-being. Poisons have been turned into medi-cines, because people paid attention and real-ized the source of the problem is also a solution.
There is a saying in Kannada that if some-one did something wrong, and other peo-ple talk about it, the negative effect of it will be greater for the people who talk about it than for the one who committed the act. Let them carry your burden. If someone abuses you, only their mouth gets dirty. That is not your problem. What someone else says, does, or thinks should not af-fect you. If you are giving your best, all the time, you will be able to look through what-ever they say. What is significant, you can take as a suggestion. The rest, you can drop.
If you are giving less than your best and someone says something about you, you will get confused as to who you are. This does not mean you should establish your way of being once and for all. Growth is a constant process. It is about building yourself up to the highest possible level. Most people are volatile, in the sense, one moment, they are wonderful – the next moment, they are nasty. Instead, determine what the highest level for you is at this time and strive to get there. Just bring this into your life – in ev-erything, give nothing less than the best.
