Do you have any Interesting stories to tell ?

[Meowzltov]

Preferably true stories, but half truth ones also

I notice your happy face, which I think means you are talking tongue in cheek. So here is one of my favorite stories, which is probably historical, but I don't think it really matters if it's not. It the lesson it teaches that is important to me:

One day, Reb Zusha, a humble and saintly Hasidic master, was on his deathbed. His students gathered around him and were surprised to see him crying. They asked, “Reb Zusha, why are you crying? You have lived a righteous life. You were as wise as Moses and as kind as Abraham. Surely your place in the World to Come is secure.”

But Reb Zusha replied, “When I stand before the heavenly court, they will not ask me, ‘Zusha, why were you not like Moses?’ or ‘Why were you not like Abraham?’ They will ask me, ‘Zusha, why were you not Zusha?’ And I will have no answer."

 

[Apple Sky]

I once owned two black cats called Poppy & Pip, we had to move house & the house we moved to was next to a very busy road, sadly Poppy & Pip got knocked over & so I buried them in the Garden.
The next day I arrived home too find Pip sitting upon his grave, as you can imagine I was in shock, I thought he'd come back to life
After a while I realized what must have happened, Pip must have some how tried to find his way back to to the old house & didn't quite make it so he came back home, I found out that the black cat we had buried belonged to the farm further down the road.
You can imagine my delight.

In the end I took Pip back to the old place where we used to live & luckily enough a kind neighbor took Pip in & looked after him where he found love peace until his dying day.

It was heartbreaking to part with him but I had no choice but to give him up.

Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.

 

[David Lamb]

I once owned two black cats called Poppy & Pip, we had to move house & the house we moved to was next to a very busy road, sadly Poppy & Pip got knocked over & so I buried them in the Garden.
The next day I arrived home too find Pip sitting upon his grave, as you can imagine I was in shock, I thought he'd come back to life
After a while I realized what must have happened, Pip must have some how tried to find his way back to to the old house & didn't quite make it so he came back home, I found out that the black cat we had buried belonged to the farm further down the road.
You can imagine my delight.

In the end I took Pip back to the old place where we used to live & luckily enough a kind neighbor took Pip in & looked after him where he found love peace until his dying day.

It was heartbreaking to part with him but I had no choice but to give him up.

Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.

What a lovely, if unusual, story! Thanks for sharing it with us.

 

[Sif]

I have plenty of interesting stories to tell, but none that a Christian would even be remotely interested in hearing.

 

[Sif]

What type of stories are they?

One is being in the wilderness with no people around. Not relying on others to get through the wilderness. Getting to see nature up close and in person without interference or intrusion.

“I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.”
― Henry David Thoreau

"Be empty. Be still. Just watch everything come and go. This is the way of Nature." - Laozi (Lao Tzu)