THE COW'S BELL

    Henry the young peasant-boy was guarding the herd of cows in the woods. Each cow had a bell around its neck and the most beautiful cow had the best bell.
    One day a stranger passed through the woods and said: "This is a beautiful bell. How much did it cost?"
    Twenty florins," answered Henry.
   "A mere twenty florins" exclaimed the stranger. "I am prepared to give you forty florins for it."
     Henry handed over the bell and joyfully put the money in his pocket.
     But now that the cow had no bell, he did not know where it was. The animal went off into the woods and the stranger who was waiting for it, took it by the horns and led it away.
    Henry went home crying and related the sad story. He sighed: "I would never have thought that the thief would pay such a good price for the bell in order to rob me of the animal."
     But his father said: "in the same way as that thief has deceived you, so the pleasure of sin try to deceive us all. It often gives some advantage at first but afterwards it brings us complete ruins. If we give in just a little it wants everything."
     His mother said to him: "my dear child, did you ever think why we always put a bell around the cow's neck?
     "Alas!" replied the lad, "the sight of so much money caught my attention. I was more interested in getting some money in a very easy manner.
I never thought that the bell was not a mere decoration. It was only when the cow had been lost that I realised the bell served the Shepherd to know where the cows are."
     "This is what happens with people who are slaves of their passion," conclude his mother. "The throw aside all customs and consider them as useless things and it is only afterwards, often at their own expense, that they realise that everything in this world has a meaning and that riles are made to be observed."
       
               Make new friends but keep the old 
              The one is silver, the older gold 

THE JOURNEY TO A BETTER HOME

    A father and mother with their two children lived on a deserted in the middle of the ocean. They fed themselves with roots and herbs, drank from a spring and lived in a cavern hewn from the rock. Often hurricane and tempests arose over the island.
   The children could not remember how they had reached the island, they did not know anything of the vast continent that was far away from their island home. Bread, milk, fruits, and all other food things were unknown to them.
     One day a small boat landed near the island and four negroes came ashore. The parents were overcome with joy and hoped that they would finally be freed from their sufferings, but the boat was too small to take all of them at the same time to the mainland, and the father decide to attempt the voyage first.
    The mother and children wept continuously when he went into the frail, wooden boat with the four negroes. But he said: "Do not cry! On the mainland it is possible to live better and very soon you will follow me." When the small boat came back to take the mother, the two children cried even more bitterly, but she also told them: "Do not cry, because we will see each other again in a better home."
    At last the boat came to take the two children also. They were very afraid of the negroes and we're struck with fear at the sight of the rough sea they were about to cross. This fear accompanied them all during the journey until they approached the mainland.
     They were filled with joy when they found their parents waiting for them with arms outstretched. They were accompanied to the shade of tall plan trees and in the midst of a flowery field they were given milk, honey, and delicious fruit.
    "Oh! how foolish was our fear!" exclaimed the two brothers. "When the negroes came to take us to this place we should not have been afraid but very pleased."
     "My dear children," said their father, "our crossing from the island to this wonderful place has for us a deeper meaning. We are all bound for a longer journey to a place much more beautiful than this. The earth on which we live is like an island and this wonderful place is but a very feeble image of the kingdom of Heaven; the rough sea-crossing to reach that Kingdom is death. The boat reminds us of the coffin in which we will be taken one day by men dressed in black. When the hour will arrive that I, your mother, or yourselves will have to leave this world, do not be afraid. For those who have loved and obeyed God's commandments, death is but the gate to a better home."

                               This world is all a fleeting show,
                               For man's illusion given; 
                              The smiles of joy, the tears of woe ,
                             Deceitful shine, Deceitful flow,
                            There's nothing true but Heaven. 
   

THE RAIN

A businessman was returning home on horseback from the annual fair in a nearby city. He had quite a big sum of money with him. It was raining heavily and the poor man was wet to the skin. He was in a bad mood and grumbled that God had given him such terrible weather for his journey.
   He entered a thick forest. All of a sudden, to his horror, he found himself was already face to face with a bandit whose finger was already on the trigger of his gun. He would not have been saved from death, except for the fact that the rain had caused the powder to dampen and the gun was useless. The businessman spurred his horse and happily escape the danger.
     When he was out for danger he said to himself:
     "How stupid I was to moan about the bad weather,instead of accepting it patiently as a gift of God. If there had been a clear sky and the air dry and limpid, I would now be lying in a ditch covered in blood and vain would my children awaiting my arrival. The rain which I was read o bemoan saved my life and my riches."
           
                     Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
                     But trust Him for His grace;
                     Behind a flowing providence
                     He hides a smiling face

KINDNESS PAYS

      Shila, a poor window, every day before starting her work at the spin-weel, said her morning prayer devoutly.  
    One day she read the prayer which exhorted the work of mercy and she took it to heart.                                 "My good lord " she exclaimed,
   "how can I do good to other? I have nothing but my spin wheel which earns hardly my daily bread. Winter is fast approaching and the cold here in my room freezes my finger that I can hardly spin. I have not paid all my rent and I have to beg myself."
     Still she thought there was surely something that she could do. She remembered then that a friend of hers was very sick in bed.
     "Today I'll go and pay her a visit," she said. "I can spin in her house and I shall certainly have a chance of giving her some comfort."
      She took two apples from the cupboard-two apples that had been given to her-and went on her way.
      When her sick friend saw her, she was overcome with joy. "My dear Shila." said, "I have recently inherited a small fortune. Would you like to stay here to nurse me? You would save the money that you pay in rent and with your spinning and my small inheritance, we could live without any worries."
      Shila accepted the offer very willingly and that same day she moved to her friends house where, for the first time after so long she was able to spend a restful night with no worries.

                            If you wish to learn a secret
                           Of joy and happiness,  
                           Just give to the less fortune
                           Some food or alms or dress.
   

     
                                                                                                                     
                       
                                                                                                                                 

Amaru the Shinning Sapient

Here a story of an African America Amaru the shining sapient,Afeni his mother pushed him out womb in prison to face the doom,he was raise with agony spoon and surrounded with many of his mate with silver spoon,as the world turn round,time goes by in New York,the boy  work hard getting high watching time fly,his talent in Art music and Act bought him fame,the fame attract to him more hate envy and jealousy,with that of his wild lifestyle both public,governments and religions got All eyes on him,he said,oh, I was born not to make it but I did,but now is me against the world,on my journey to overcome all  the pain in th world,I just learnt through the school of universal as far life goes on the word pain has no end,though ain't no glory in pain but truly the sweet taste of pain is joy,even after am gone they will be joy in my spirit.

From pain house to the project

From pain house to the project,trails my motivation,you find it through my misery,am much in love with my pain,she fucked me hard and left me with no means of trails,we broke up no heartbreak,therefore am strong to face the world,but my first word Fuck the world,am feeling like Boss,self made self paid,soft made wait till the pay day but please don't go gay,no more Dre day,i invest time in shakespeare you spent yours to shakespex,anyway be the best of what you wanna be,am still the apex born bloody Africana with mental state of Americana got Married to Marijuana,bringing back days of chinoXL knowing one day cf will excel and his will be double excel,if my dream eventually fail my offspring will make the Dreamlight work,Kanye make Jesus walk,Jackson had a moon walk,who will bear me witness I've seen Dirty Diana plus Ahlia and Rhihana work,where at my Dream team?,let's make this Dream walk,I guarantee this Dream work.