Let Go...

The following is a very meaningful story which is called "Let Go", and
written by Dr. Billy Graham.
A little child was playing one day with a very valuable vase. He put his
hand into it and could not withdraw it. His father too, tried his best, but all
in vain. They were thinking of breaking the vase when the father said,
"Now, my son, make one more try. Open your hand and hold your fingers
out straight as you see me doing, and then pull."
To their astonishment the little fellow said, "O no, father. I couldn't put my
fingers out like that, because if I did I would drop my penny."

Blurred Vision
A businessman was highly critical of his competitors' storefront
windows. "Why, they are the dirtiest windows in town," he claimed.
Fellow business people grew tired of the man's continual criticism
and nitpicking comments about the windows. One day over coffee,
the businessman carried the subject just too far. Before leaving, a
fellow store owner suggested the man get his own windows washed.
He followed the advice, and the next day at coffee, he exclaimed, "I
can't believe it. As soon as I washed my windows, my competitor
must have cleaned his too. You should see them shine."

Time To Think
Henry Ford hired an efficiency expert to go through his plant. He
said, "Find the nonproductive people. Tell me who they are, and I will
fire them!"
The expert made the rounds with his clipboard in hand and finally
returned to Henry Ford's office with his report. "I've found a problem
with one of your administrators," he said. "Every time I walked by,
he was sitting with his feet propped up on the desk. The man never
does a thing. I definitely think you should consider getting rid of
him!" When
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water, everyone expected theyd be asked the typical glass half empty or glass half full
question. Instead, with a smile on her face, the professor asked, How heavy is this glass
of water Im holding?
Students shouted out answers ranging from eight ounces to a couple pounds.
She replied, From my perspective, the absolute weight of this glass doesnt matter. It all
depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute or two, its fairly light. If I hold it
for an hour straight, its weight might make my arm ache a little. If I hold it for a day
straight, my arm will likely cramp up and feel completely numb and paralyzed, forcing
me to drop the glass to the floor. In each case, the weight of the glass doesnt change,
but the longer I hold it, the heavier it feels to me.
As the class shook their heads in agreement, she continued, Your stresses and worries
in life are very much like this glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing
happens. Think about them a bit longer and you begin to ache a little. Think about them
all day long, and you will feel completely numb and paralyzed incapable of doing
anything else until you drop them.

Story #2: A father and child story

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 dont fall into
the river. The little girl said, No, Dad. You hold my hand. Whats the difference?
Asked the puzzled father. Theres 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.

Story #3: Being and Breathing

One warm evening many years ago
After spending nearly every waking minute with Angel for eight straight days, I knew that
I had to tell her just one thing. So late at night, just before she fell asleep, I whispered it
in her ear. She smiled the kind of smile that makes me smile back and she said,
When Im seventy-five and I think about my life and what it was like to be young, I hope
that I can remember this very moment.
A few seconds later she closed her eyes and fell asleep. The room was peaceful almost
silent. All I could hear was the soft purr of her breathing. I stayed awake thinking about
the time wed spent together and all the choices in our lives that made this moment
possible. And at some point, I realized that it didnt matter what wed done or where
wed gone. Nor did the future hold any significance.

All that mattered was the serenity of the moment.

Just being with her and breathing with her.

Story #4: Love and Time

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness,
Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the
feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.
Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible
moment. When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, Richness, can you take me
with you?
Richness answered, No, I cant. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no
place here for you.
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. Vanity, please
help me! I cant help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat, Vanity
answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked, Sadness, let me go with you. Oh . . . Love, I am
so sad that I need to be by myself! Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so
happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.
Suddenly, there was a voice, Come, Love, I will take you. It was an elder.
So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going.
When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way. Realizing how much was
owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, Who Helped me?
It was Time, Knowledge answered.
Time? asked Love. But why did Time help me? Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom
and answered, Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.

Story #5: The most beautiful heart

One day, in a heavily crowded place, a young man was shouting at the crowd.
People look at me; I have the most beautiful heart in the world.
Many people looked at him and were stunned to see the beautiful heart in a perfect
shape, no little flaw, which looked quite amazing. Most of the people who saw his heart
was mesmerized by the beauty of his heart and praised him.
However, there came an old man and challenged the young man, No my son, I have got
the most beautiful heart in the world!
The young man asked, Show me your heart, then!
The old man showed his heart to him. It was very rough, uneven, and had scars all over
the heart. Also, the heart was not in shape, appeared like bits and pieces joined together
in various colors. There were some rough edges, some part of the heart were removed
and filled with other pieces.
The heart of the old man simply looked like various pieces of heart joined together and
formed as a heart.
The young man started laughing at his heart, My dear old man, are you mad? See, my
heart! How beautiful and flawless it is. You cannot find even a bit of imperfection in my

heart. See, yours. It is full of scars, wounds and blemishes. How can you say your heart is
beautiful?
Dear boy, my heart is just so beautiful as your heart is. Did you see the scars? Each scar
represents the love I shared with a person. I share a piece of heart with others when I
share love and in return I get a piece of heart, which I fix at the place where I had torn a
piece! said the old man.
The young man was shocked.
And the old man continued. Since the pieces of heart I shared were neither equal nor in
the same shape or size, my heart is full of uneven edges and bits and pieces.
My heart is not in shape because sometimes I never get the love in return from those I
gave it. So where do you see the real beauty? Your heart which looks fresh and fuller with
no scars which indicates you never shared love with anybody. Did you?
The young man stood still and never spoke a word. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He
walked to the old man, tore a piece of his heart and gave the piece to the old man.