Who Would Like This Twenty-Dollar Bill?
Cassan Said Amer tells the story of a lecturer who began a seminar by holding up a twenty-dollar bill and asking: 'Who would like this twenty-dollar bill?'
Several hands went up, but the lecturer said: 'Before I give it to you, I have to do something.'
He screwed it up into a ball and said: 'Who still wants this bill?'
The hands went up again.
'And what if I do this to it?'
He threw the crumpled bill at the wall, dropped it on the floor, insulted it, trampled on it, and once more showed them the bill- now all the ceased and dirty. He repeated the question, and the hands stayed up.
'Never forget this scene,' he said. 'It doesn't matter what I do to this money. It is still a twenty-dollar bill. So often in our lives, we are crumpled, trmapled, ill-treated, insulted, and yet, despite all that, we are still worth the same.'
Some of you would be wondering; what? extract from Paulo Coelho again?
Heh. I love his stories; and I love sharing my likes with others. =)
p/s: I didn't know separation could be so... hurtful. O Allah, please give me strength to face these storms. ='(
An extract from Like the Flowing River by Paulo Coelho
Cassan Said Amer tells the story of a lecturer who began a seminar by holding up a twenty-dollar bill and asking: 'Who would like this twenty-dollar bill?'
Several hands went up, but the lecturer said: 'Before I give it to you, I have to do something.'
He screwed it up into a ball and said: 'Who still wants this bill?'
The hands went up again.
'And what if I do this to it?'
He threw the crumpled bill at the wall, dropped it on the floor, insulted it, trampled on it, and once more showed them the bill- now all the ceased and dirty. He repeated the question, and the hands stayed up.
'Never forget this scene,' he said. 'It doesn't matter what I do to this money. It is still a twenty-dollar bill. So often in our lives, we are crumpled, trmapled, ill-treated, insulted, and yet, despite all that, we are still worth the same.'
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Some of you would be wondering; what? extract from Paulo Coelho again?
Heh. I love his stories; and I love sharing my likes with others. =)
p/s: I didn't know separation could be so... hurtful. O Allah, please give me strength to face these storms. ='(
2 comments:
eh i'm serious lah, kalau lah bukan CNY skrg, kite dah absorb myself in the library seh. ni cuti pey panjang. pastu library tutup! argh! *tarik rambut sendiri sakit*
and yeah. separation MEMANG hurtful...
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