A Bouquet for Mother


A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to
be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.

As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, “I wanted to buy a red rose for

my mother. But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.” The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose.”

He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said, “Yes, please!
You can take me to my mother.”

She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave. The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.




Translated By George Flyer

A wolf who had a bone stuck in his throat hired a crane, for a large sum to put her head into his mouth & draw out the bone.

When the crane had extracted the bone & demanded the promised payment, the wolf, grinning & grinding his teeth, exclaimed: “why you have surely already had a suffecient recompense in having been permitted to draw our your head in safety from the mouth & jaws of a wolf.”

In serving the wicked, expect no reward, & be thankful if you escape injury for your pains.


That’s Not My Job

That’s Not My Job by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

This’s a story about four people:
Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody.

There was an important job to be done and Everybody
was sure that Somebody would do it.

Anybody could have done it but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about that, because it

was Everybody’s job. Everybody thought Anybody
could do it but Nobody realised that Everybody wouldn’t do it.

It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody
when Nobody did what Anybody would have done.


A short story I read on line

A woman who had worked all her life to bring about good was granted one wish:“Before I die let me visit both hell and heaven.” Her wish was granted.

She was whisked off to a great banqueting hall. The tables were piled high with delicious food and drink. Around the tables sat miserable, starving people as wretched as could be. “Why are they like this?” she asked the angel who accompanied her. “Look at their arms,” the angel replied. She looked and saw that attached to the people’s arms were long chopsticks secured above the elbow. Unable to bend their elbows, the people aimed the chopsticks at the food, missed every time and sat hungry, frustrated and miserable. “Indeed this is hell! Take me away from here!”

She was then whisked off to heaven. Again she found herself in a great banqueting hall with tables piled high. Around the tables sat people laughing, contented, joyful. “No chopsticks I suppose,” she said. “Oh yes there are. Look – just as in hell they are long and attached above the elbow but look… here people have learnt to feed one another”


The Japanese master

The Japanese master

A great Japanese master received a university professor who came to enquire about wisdom. The master served tea. He poured his visitor’s cup full, and then kept on pouring. The professor watched the overflow until he could no longer restrain himself. ‘It is overfull. No more will go in!’ ‘Like this cup,’ the master said, ‘you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you wisdom unless you first empty your cup?