Monday, April 9, 2007

How To Deal With A Bag Of Rubbish

Written by Mahesha from Be Your Own Boss

There were two neighbors; they were not on good terms because of some trivial thing that had happened in the past. One would do something to hurt the other and the other person would react and do the same. This created lot of trouble because they were always at daggers end. One man was so determined to hurt the other in any way he could; so everyday after sweeping the garden he would put the pile of dirt in to the other man’s garden. To the second guy this was the limit. But he had a greater idea. He did not want to fight back and put some dirt back into the other person’s yard. Instead, he shoveled all the dirt under his trees.

First guy was expecting some reaction, when it did not happen; he got more frustrated because his neighbor had not taken his doing seriously. So he took not only the dried leaves, but he also took his kitchen bins and some cow dung from his cowshed, put them in the other persons yard. Poor guy next door came home and found the new sort of smelly rubbish. He was so upset. But he still did not want to fight. He shoveled them under his mango trees.

This way the first guy kept throwing dirt into the second guy’s garden but the second guy never responded and a year passed by. Now the first guy was tired. He went straight into the second guy’s house and shouted at him.

You good for nothing coward, I think I have done this long enough. All this time you lived in a smelly garden. You never reacted. You are a good for nothing person. People like me should not fight with a person who is unworthy of fighting….

Second guy replied Thank you oh! I do not know how to thank you enough. I do not want to fight with you. Shall we be friends again?

Second guy was dumbstruck. What is happening?

Look I did not come here…..

Oh! I want to give you best of the best of fruits in the garden, wait I will be here in a minute.

Look! I Want to tell you ……………

Oh just wait.

Second guy came back with a parcel of mangos and bananas fresh and nice gave it to the other guy and said.

These are the results of the rubbish you gave me. I am very grateful to you my friend for being so helpful to me. I never thought my trees could give such tasty fruits without the rubbish in your garden. Thank you again.

At this point the first man understood. He was so overcome with the sudden feeling of relief and shame that came to him seeing how the other person had taken his angry acts. They became friends again.

You can never win by vengeance. You can only win by not reacting and peace. If someone throws angry words at you or does something to hurt you, think “why should I allow other people to hurt me” I will not take these angry words. It is not mine. But every body is not easy to put off by not reacting. Then what you have to do is to be patient, consider that the other person is teaching you a lesson. Teaching you to be calm then you can make a good cake out of even bad ingredients.


Surviving Motherhood said...

this is a rather interesting story. Ones mans garbage is another mans gold huh?

Thank you :)

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