Have a happy day..!

VERY often when we are sleeping we are awakened by the doorbell ringing, or a baby crying or someone shouting, and we are so angry. Here’s something for you:
An officer who had some urgent business to transact reluctantly dialed his assistant at six o clock in the morning.
After several rings a sleepy female voice answered and told him he had the wrong number. He apologized, hung up and scouted in vain for his telephone diary to re check the number. A little while later he risked dialing again and was embarrassed to hear the same voice, which meant he did not have the right number and expecting an angry tone, he started to apologize profusely. But the woman interrupted him.
“There’s no need to be sorry,” she said assuringly, “I’m sitting by my window enjoying a truly beautiful sunrise. I would have missed it if it hadn’t been for your previous call which brought me there. Thanks!”
Well, well, well, haven’t we all been woken up by some idiot who can’t dial right. I wonder whether we can convert that irritation into a God given moment, a moment when one can view beauty as the lady did, or maybe just lie in bed and be thankful for being able to lie in bed and having your own bed.
At a high rise building in a large city, the manager of a company was waiting for the lift on a bleak Monday morning. H was soon joined by a lady from his department who was humming away cheerfully.
Being in a surly mood, he turned to her angrily and asked, “What is there for you to be so happy about?” Immediately came her reply, “I have never lived this day before!” I love that statement.
Can you imagine what it is to look forward to a brand new day. When the day is all innocent and ready to be used in whatever way you wish? When the skier is bluer! The air fresher! The sunshine warmer!
There will always be people like that man in the lift, who snarl and growl and make the day worse for everybody around, but you don’t have to pick up their mood not at all: The story is told of how a village bully once used abusive language against Buddha who was passing by.
Turning to him without flinching, Buddha asked, “Son, if a person declines a gift offered to him, to whom does the gift belong?” “To the donor, I suppose,” said the man. “My son,” said Buddha, “I decline to accept your abuse, please keep it for yourself..!” Like I said, here’s something for you to think about..!
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