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Sunday, January 11, 2015
The Mother Reading Magazine
Moral Story
The Mother Reading Magazine
A Mother was reading a magazine and her cute little daughter every now and then distracted her.
To keep her busy, she tore one page on which was printed the map of the world.
She tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again.
She was sure her daughter would take a lot more time and probably whole of day to get it done.
But the little one came back within minutes with perfect map.
When she asked how she could do it so quickly, she said,
"Oh Mom, there is a man';s face on the other side of the paper. I made the face perfect to get the map right." she ran outside to play leaving the mother surprised.
Moral : Perhaps there is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world.
This story indirectly teaches a lesson.That is:
Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation, Look at the other side...
&
Will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem or an acute difficulty.
Perfection is a Habit
Story : Perfection is a Habit
In some workplaces Perfection is a Habit, not an Attitude!
Apparently,the American Computer Giant IBM decided to have some parts manufactured in Japan as a trial. In the specifications, they set standard that they will accept only three defective pieces per 10,000 pieces.
When the delivery came to IBM there was a letter accompanying it.
"We, Japanese people, had a hard time understanding North American business practices. But the three defective parts per 10,000 pieces have been separately manufactured and have been included in the consignment in a separate package mentioned -- ';
Defective pieces as required; not for use.'; Hope this meets your requirement.
The story of Force of Habit
The story of Force of Habit
One day a man found a book in his attic.
The book was so old that the papers were yellow and some of the pages crumbled as he turned them.
He discovered that it was a book on magic but try as he might he could not understand any portion of it except one paragraph. The paragraph stated that on the shores of the Black Sea there was a pebble that could turn anything it was touched to into gold. This pebble, the ancient writer said, could be distinguished from the others only by touching it : unlike the other pebbles it was warm to the touch.
The man went to the shores of the Black Sea and began to search for the pebble.
From morning to night he would pick up pebbles and feel them.
To ensure that he did not pick up the same pebble twice he would fling every pebble he picked up, far out into the sea.
The days stretched into weeks and then into months. A year passed. Then another. The man went on looking for the pebble. But every pebble he picked up was as cold as ice and he flung them away as fast as he picked them. Now he had become so expert at it that he could pick up a pebble and fling it into the sea with one smooth action.
The days stretched into weeks and then into months. A year passed. Then another. The man went on looking for the pebble. But every pebble he picked up was as cold as ice and he flung them away as fast as he picked them. Now he had become so expert at it that he could pick up a pebble and fling it into the sea with one smooth action.
One evening as he was wearily leaving the beach after another day';s search he saw a pebble in front of him.
He picked it up. It was warm. But out of force of habit he flung it far out into the sea!
He picked it up. It was warm. But out of force of habit he flung it far out into the sea!
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