Post by donq on Sept 15, 2014 9:56:11 GMT
I like the following Buddhist parable. And from time to time I always did something like the man in this parable. Poor me!
A man walking across a field encounters a tiger. He fled, the tiger chasing after him. Coming to a cliff, he caught hold of a wild vine and swung himself over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above. Terrified, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger had come, waiting to eat him. Two mice, one white and one black, little by little began to gnaw away at the vine. The man saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine in one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other hand. How sweet it tasted!
P.S. I can’t help but wondering: ok, it’s no way out, death is for sure; then, why have to die without tasting that yummy strawberry, right? Hahaha, kidding. Those two mice, white and black, have some specific meaning which I won’t bother you here (because I cannot remember its meaning.)
There was a joke I heard more than 40 years ago but still remember it.
During the world war two, in one of air raid shelters, a Chinese man and his family were there one night. When the first bomb was dropped near the shelter, he started to pray loudly, “Zhang He (Guardian Spirit), please helps me, my mother, my wife and my kids.”
The second bomb came closer, he prayed again, “Zhang He, please helps me and my kids. It’s ok if you cannot help my mom and my wife.”
And the third bomb was dropped very very close to the shelter, he prayed shakenly, “Zhang He, please helps only me. You even don’t need to save my kids!”
