#MoralStory : Redefine Happiness

This story is about a beautiful, rich, expensively dressed lady who complained to her psychiatrist that, she felt her whole life was empty and worthless, had no meaning after her husband passed away. She became all alone in the big house. All these German Cars, House, Expensive Furniture, French Cutlery, French Perfume, Persian Carpet, Imported Piano, all the Beethoven Collection, they all became, just useless objects to her. After a long thinking, she decided to do something about it. Then next question was, “What to do now?”

So the lady went to visit a counsellor to seek permanent and long-lasting happiness.  The counsellor called over an old lady who cleaned the office floors. The counsellor then said to the rich lady “I’m going to ask Mary here to tell you how she found happiness. All I want you to do is listen to her.”

So the old cleaning lady put down her broom and sat on a chair and told her story: “Well, my husband died of malaria and three months later my only son was killed in a car accident. I had nobody… I had nothing left. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I never smiled at anyone, I even thought of taking my own life.

Then one evening, a little kitten followed me home from work. Somehow I felt sorry for that kitten. It was cold outside, so I decided to let the kitten in. I got it some milk, and the kitten licked the plate clean. Then it purred and rubbed against my leg and for the first time, in months, I smiled.

Then I stopped to think, if helping a little kitten could make me smile, may be doing something for people could make me happier. So the next day I baked some biscuits and took them to a neighbour who was sick in bed. Every day I tried to do something nice for someone. It made me so happy to see them happy. Today, I don’t know of anybody who sleeps and eats better than I do. I’ve found happiness, by giving it to others.”

When the rich lady heard that, she cried. She had everything that money could buy, but she had lost the things which money cannot buy. The beauty of life does not depend on how happy you are; it depends on how happy others can be because of you. Later, that lady became a President of a Philanthropic Organization in Dallas Texas, where President John F. Kennedy was killed by Lee Harvey Oswald, who in turn, was killed by another maniac, Jack Ruby. Now the lady is busy almost all twenty-four hours of the day, serving people, finding eternal happiness.

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mt.teresa

In Small Things

“Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.” ~ Teresa of Calcutta.

The gift that the lover desires be imprinted in the memory of the beloved is the one he holds to be the greatest. Christ says: “Remember that I died”; he does not say: “Remember that I created you, that I became incarnate, that I became present in the Eucharist.” Therefore, the greatest gift is his death.

This truth is confirmed in the following: That demonstration of love which the lover displays and reaffirms most is the one he holds as the greatest. Christ reaffirmed his death and nothing else. Though he had infinite benefits at his disposal, he only granted us his death. Therefore, this is the greatest.

Furthermore, Christ’s other gifts can be referred to but not represented. Death can be referred to, recommended, and represented. Therefore, not only is his death the greatest gift, but it is the summation of them all. I prove it thus: Christ through his death repeats for us the benefits of creation, because with his death he restores it to its original grace. Christ through his death reiterates the gift of preservation, not only because he preserves temporal life, dying in order that we may live, but because he gives us his flesh and blood for sustenance. Christ through his death recapitulates for us the benefits of the Incarnation, because whereas in the Incarnation he is united with the most pure flesh of his Mother, in his death he becomes united to us all, shedding his blood for all. Only apparently is the Eucharist not represented in his death because the Eucharist itself is the representation of his death. And this proves that the greatest demonstration of love is his death.