A Short Story with a beautiful message

by MaGGiE Sat Oct 02, 2010 6:07 pm

Hi dear mates, i has brought you a nice short story with a beautiful message...

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.

The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."
The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."
"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father.
"There's a big difference," replied the little girl.
"If I hold your hand and something happens to me,
Chances are that I may let your hand go.
But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,
You will never let my hand go."
In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.
So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...
This message is too short......but carries a lot of Feelings.

I hope you got it

by messi Sun Oct 03, 2010 2:26 pm

Great one!
Its meaning is really great & deep..What a smart little girl!

Thanks dear MaGGiE for the great things you bring us here

by Nounette Sun Oct 03, 2010 6:38 pm

Oh What A Story Thank You MaGGie The Little Girl Is Smart Just Like You Dear !!

by MaGGiE Mon Oct 11, 2010 3:14 pm

you 're welcome dear mates...

by bilinda Sat Oct 23, 2010 4:32 pm

The Perfect Heart
One day a young man gathered all the people of his village to show them his heart. He proclaimed that he had the most perfect heart. Indeed it was of a great beauty and with no scar. All the people appreciated looking to the wonderful heart of the young man. Suddenly an old man said with a loud voice:” your heart is not beautiful as mine.”
All the people turned their eyes toward the heart of the old man. It was strong and beating so fast but it was full of scars. Some pieces were not found, and others were added and not well placed. The young man laughed and said:”you must be kidding me your heart is a mixture of wounds and tears.”
“yes.” Said the old man.” your heart seems perfect but is not beautiful as mine; the added pieces represent the people that I have given my heart. Each time I love someone I take a piece of my heart and place it in theirs, and sometimes they give me a piece of their hearts too. The exchanged pieces do not match that’s why they are not well placed. Whenever I look to these pieces I remember my beloved ones. Sometimes I give a piece of my heart without having a return that’s why you see empty spaces in it. Though it hurts I will never loose hope that one day they may love me back."
The young man was so influenced by what the old man said. After wiping his tears he took a piece of his heart and placed it in the heart of the old man. The latter did the same thing. The heart of the young man was no longer perfect but became more beautiful.