Old West Justice (What You Sow,What You Reap)

A man in the Old West was being tried for stealing a horse.
You need to remember that stealing a horse in the Old West was a very grave and serious offense. A person could be hanged if found guilty of such a deed.
It so happened that the man whose horse had been stolen had always made it a point to get the best of any person with whom he had any dealings(mapanglamang). He had never tried to do anything good for anyone other than himself.Consequently, the man whose horse had been stolen didn't have a single friend in the entire town. The case was tried and presented to the jury.
The evidence against the accused man was pretty strong. After about thirty minutes of deliberation, the jury returned to the court chambers.
"Gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?" the judge asked. The chairman of the jury stood up. "Yes we have, your honor," he replied.
"What is your verdict?" inquired the judge.
There were a few moments of silence and then the chairman spoke. "We find the defendant(accused) not guilt if he will return the horse."
After the judge had silenced the laughter in the courtroom, he admonished the jury. "I can not accept that verdict," said the judge. The jury went back into their room to deliberate toward another verdict. No member of the jury had any particular liking for the man whose horse had been stolen. At one time or another he had gotten the best of each of them. About an hour passed before the jury could reach another verdict. They re-entered the courtroom. They took their place in the jury box and the courtroom grew silent.
"Gentlemen of the jury," began the judge, "have you reached a verdict?" The chairman of the jury stood up.
"Yes we have, your honor," he replied. "What is your verdict?" asked the judge.
The courtroom was totally silent. You could have heard a pin drop. Everyone eagerly awaited the verdict. The chairman read the decision reached by the twelve good men, tried and true.
"We find the defendant(accused) not guilty, and can keep the horse!
The courtroom burst into laughter!

MORAL OF THE STORY:
If you spend your life trying to take advantage of others, never caring about them in any way except what you can get from them or what they can do for you, you will end up a loser, like the man who lost his horse.
If you desire a friend, then be a friend.
If you desire for other people to help you, then help other people.
If you desire justice at the hands of others, then practice justice towards them.
Regardless of what you may think, the Biblical admonition is true. We do reap what we sow

Mr.WIND, Ms.WATER, and Mr.GOODNAME

According to an Aesop's fable, Mr. Wind, Ms. Water and Mr. Goodname were saying goodbye to one another.
Mr. Wind and Ms. Water explained where they could always be found. But Mr. Goodname embarrassingly admitted:
"Sorry, but when I go, no one can ever find me again."

MORAL:
When a good name or reputation is gone, it never comes back. That is why we are so keen on holding onto our good name.
We want people to know us as honest individuals, trustworthy, faithful and kind.
Unfortunately, a spotlessly good name which we have enjoyed for many long years can vanish in an instant.
All we have to do is to get caught lying or cheating or stealing just once, and our good name is gone forever.
Even when we are forgiven, the good name does not come back. It is like the Humpty Dumpty egg which falls off the wall. It can not put back together again.


Let us not say,
Every man is the architect of his own fortune;
but let up say,
Every man is the architect of his own reputation.
-George Dana Boardman

The Parable Of Catfish

Pedrito and Jose were inseparable friends in their early teens. The barrio called them kambal(twins) because wherever one was, the other was invariably there, too.
They were neighbors so they where together from early morning deep into the night. Oftentimes, they slept in each other's house. Being of the same age, they were classmate in the barrio school. They even had plans to attend first year high school in town together.
It was only natural that on Sundays, Pedrito and Jose went together to church in town. They wore their Sunday best(maong, t-shirt and rubber shoes) even if they took a shortcut through the ricefields.
Taking the regular road, the distance to town would be seven kilometers. By traversing a more direct route behind the cluster of huts and using the rice paddy dikes, the distance was shortened by half. This was called pagtatawid as it involved crossing a stretch of ricefields and bamboo groves as well as streams.
In one of their pagtatawid, on their way to church, they saw a putikan(mud paddle) or a lubluban(carabao's wallowing hole) in the middle of a deserted field. The hole was teeming with hito(fresh water catfish). Either someone used it as a stocking area to increase the weight of the catfish or the farmer missed out because the putikan was out of the usual pathway.
Meeting such an opportunity, one would gather the catch. Ideally the two boys should go to church first and then retrieve the catch on the way back. The problem was that someone else might discover and harvest the fish while they were in church.
Finally, they thought of a solution calling for their rare separation. Pedrito would stay, catch all the fish, go home to the barrio and divide the harvest between them. Jose would proceed to town, attend church and pray fortif two of them. They would then have the best of both worlds.
So Pedrito removed his shoes and Sunday pants and caught all the fish. He then fashioned a reed and secured each fish through the gills for easy transport. In the barrio, Pedrito dutifully divided the catch equally according to number and even size. Hating kapatid is the barrio term, signifying equitable division or even erring to the advantage of the other.
Meanwhile, Jose heard mass and prayed for the two of them. But while in church, he kept wondering whether Pedrito would really divide the fish equitably, even suspecting that Pedrito might try to claim the bigger ones and give him the smaller fish only.

THE QUESTION IS RAISED:
Who is more religious, Pedrito who was not able to go to church but was just in his actuations, or Jose who heard mass but suspected ill-will?

TRY TO REFLECT.

The Parable Of Letter To God

During the last typhoon,Lencho lost all his rice crop because of a severe flood. The whole village was affected so he lad no one to turn to for help. In sheer desperation,Lencho wrote a letter to God:
"Dear God,
The typhoon devastated my whole crop. We have nothing left. I have seven children. Please, God, send me one thousand pesos to tide us over.
Sincerely yours,
Lencho"

He actually placed letter in an envelope, stuck a stamp on it, and mailed it to "God in Heaven."
The letter reached the post office but it could not be delivered.However, the postmen had the time of their life laughing at the oddity of a man actually writing to God. Some people said God was dead, but here was a farmer writing to God out of sheer faith. The postmen decided to show the odd letter to their postmaster.
"Do you want to laugh today,sir?" the postmen asked their boss.
"Why, yes," answered the postmaster eagerly. And so the letter was handled to the postmaster who read the letter to God. But he did not laugh. Instead he re-read the letter in all seriousness and then faced the postmen.
"We talk of social action," he said.
"We all speak of the brotherhood of all men. Yet here is a man in dire need and you think it is funny? Shouldn't we pool our resources instead and help Lencho?"
The postmen were embarrassed by the truth of the postmaster's remarks. So the group decided to pass the hat around and raised the money among themselves to assist Lencho. But they were few and money was difficult to come by, so all the post office personnel could raise was eight hundred pesos. Nevertheless that was better than doing nothing. They also decided to play the game with Lencho, so they placed the money in an envelope, put a stamp complete with stampmark, and wrote on the upper left hand corner: "From God in Heaven."
A postman personally handcarried the letter with the money to Lencho in the village, who was ecstatic with joy.
"I knew God would answer my plea," he exclaimed. "God did not forget to send the money!" Lencho quickly counted the paper bills and found only eight hundred pesos, instead of the one thousand he had asked for.
So he wrote another letter.
"Dear God,
Thank you for answering my prayer, God. But, please, next time, do not send the money throug the post office, because the people there are thieves. Sincerely yours,
Lencho"

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
-William Shakespeare

Attitude to me is more important than facts.
It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than success, than what other people think, say or do.
It is more important than appearance, gift, or skill.
It will make or break a company...
a church... a home.
The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for the day...
I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.
And so it is with you...
We are in charge of our attitudes.
-Charles Swindoll

Welcome Blogspot!

From this account, I will post all my collected inspirational stories that will uplift your spirit as a human being.
I will also share some of my personal stories which, perhaps could also make you one as good citizen in this land.
I am just an ordinary person, no special about me. Sometimes I envy people who have everything in their life, I wish I could be like them, but I'm no Ayalas or Zobels. As I've said, just an ordinary person. Just like that.
But one thing I'll always be proud of...
I am a peace loving citizen on this world. Whatever I have now its because of my own free will to be as simple as it is to be. I don't want my life to be complicated.
This is me. This is what I want to be
to be simple in every way.