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Stone SoupOnce upon a time, somewhere in post-war Eastern Europe, there was a great famine in which people jealously hoarded whatever food they could find, hiding it even from their friends and neighbors. One day a wandering soldier came into a village and began asking questions as if he planned to stay for the night. "There's not a bite to eat in the whole province," he was told. "Better keep moving on." "Oh, I have everything I need," he said. "In fact, I was thinking of making some stone soup to share with all of you." He pulled an iron cauldron from his wagon, filled it with water, and built a fire under it. Then, with great ceremony, he drew an ordinary-looking stone from a velvet bag and dropped it into the water. By now, hearing the rumor of food, most of the villagers had come to the square or watched from their windows. As the soldier sniffed the "broth" and licked his lips in anticipation, hunger began to overcome their skepticism. "Ahh," the soldier said to himself rather loudly, "I do like a tasty stone soup. Of course, stone soup with cabbage – that’s hard to beat." Soon a villager approached hesitantly, holding a cabbage he'd retrieved from its hiding place, and added it to the pot. "Capital!" cried the soldier. "You know, I once had stone soup with cabbage and a bit of salt beef as well, and it was fit for a king." The village butcher managed to find some salt beef. And so it went, through potatoes, onions, carrots, mushrooms, and so on, until there was indeed a delicious meal for all. The villagers offered the soldier a great deal of money for the magic stone, but he refused to sell and traveled on the next day. The moral is that by working together, with everyone contributing what they can, a greater good is achieved. ...and I would add that faith in abundance can sometimes meet our needs. My gratitude to NVC brother Dex Nardella who sent me this version of this inspiring tale.
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propeace quoteWeapons are the tools of fear; a decent man will avoid them except in the direst necessity and, if compelled, will use them only with the utmost restraint. Peace is the highest value. If the peace has been shattered, how can he be content? His enemies are not demons, but human beings like himself. He doesn't whish them personal harm. Nor does he rejoice in victory. How could he rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men? daily omrecent blog postsactive discussionssimilar postswho's onlineThere are currently 0 users and 8 guests online.
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Selfish?
I hope we can all learn to be a little less judgmental. I felt sad when I read your comment, Buck, because I am working for a world that works for everyone, even those you would label "selfish" because if my world doesn't work for selfish people, too, I'm afraid they'll just turn it around and overthrow my world. Besides, I don't call it selfish when a person in the midst of a famine hoards a head of cabbage - I call it scared. And I don't think that villager became more generous, whatever that means - I believe (s)he found power and trust. In my mind, the villager was still just as self-serving; I'll bet (s)he only parted with the cabbage because (s)he expected a bowl of the soup!
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Good Story
Nice story, i hope we can all learn to be a little less selfish