O Stories

Married or Not Suddenly  “When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I have got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes .  I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?  I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The wom...

The Empty Chair A SICK MAN'S daughter had asked the local pastor to come and pray with her father. When the pastor arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows and an empty chair beside his bed. The priest assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you were expecting me," he said.  "No, who are you?" "I'm the new associate at your local church," the pastor replied. "When I saw the empty chair, I figured you knew I was going to show up." "Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?" Puzzled, the pastor shut the door. "I've never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it always went right over my head.." "I abandoned any attempt at prayer,...

  The cake and the kitchen CINDY GLANCED nervously at the clock on the kitchen wall. "They should be home any time now," she thought as she put the finishing touches on the chocolate cake. It was the first time in her 12 years she had tried to make a cake, and it wasn't exactly an aesthetic triumph.  The cake was . . . well, lumpy. And the frosting was bitter, as if she had run out of sugar. Which, of course, she had. And then there was the way the kitchen looked.  But Cindy wasn't thinking about the mess. She had created something, a veritable phoenix of flour and sugar rising out of the kitchen clutter She was anxious for her parents to return home so she could present her anniversary gift. She turned off the lights and waited excitedly in the darkness. Her parents tried to slip in quietly, but Cindy flipped on the lights and gestured grandly toward the kitchen table, where a slightly off- balanced  two-layer chocolate cake awai...

A YOUNG woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard. She was tired of fighting and struggling.  Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on fire. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let these sit and boil, without saying a word. In about 20 minutes, she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl.  She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?" The mother asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. She then asked her to break an egg.  After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.  ...

    The mouse trap A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. “What food might this contain?” the mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.  Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”  The chicken raised her head and said “Mr Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me.”  The pig sympathised, but said “I am so very sorry, Mr Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray.”  The cow said, “Mr Mouse, I’m sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose.”  So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.  That very night a sound was heard throughout the house — like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught....

                     Be Happy Now! WE CONVINCE ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we're frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that, we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We'll certainly be happy when they're out of that stage.                        We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes, “For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was alw...

   A different kind of athlete We found out that Jenny was hearing impaired, when she was four and a half years old. Several surgeries and speech classes later, when she was seven, we found out that Jenny had juvenile rheumatoid arthritis (JRV).  She could not put pressure on the heels of her feet, so she walked on tiptoe, and when the pain became unbearable, I carried her. Jenny was fortunate, though, because she did not suffer the deformities, often associated with JRV.  All through grade school, and on into high school, Jenny suffered, yet never complained.  Jenny, a beautiful blonde, with warm brown eyes, was never a cheerleader. She never competed in a sport. She took the same health class four years in a row, just so she could pass with a substitute credit each year. No one in the Charleston, South Carolina School System knew what to do with Jenny. The perimeters were, simply, not in place to deal with a student, who was both active ...