Mohan Kabir's musings: At the pointof death, a man called his children a...

Mohan Kabir's musings:  At the pointof death, a man called his children a...:   At the point of death, a man called his children and he advised them to follow his footsteps so that they can have peace of mind in all th...

 

At the point of death, a man called his children and he advised them to follow his footsteps so that they can have peace of mind in all that they do.

 His daughter, Sara, said,

"Daddy, it’s unfortunate you are dying without a penny in your bank..

Other fathers that you tag as being corrupt, thieves of public funds left houses and properties for their children; even this house we live in is a rented apartment..

Sorry, I can't emulate you, just go, let's chart our own course..

 Few moments later, their father gave up the spirit..

 Three years later, Sara went for an interview in a multinational company..

At interview the Chairman of the committee asked,

"Which Smith are you..??"

 Sara replied, "I am Sara Smith. My Dad Tom Smith is now late.."

Chairman cuts in, "O my God, you are Tom Smith's daughter..?"

 He turned to the other members and said, "This Smith man was the one that signed my membership form into the Institute of Administrators and his recommendation earned me where I am today. He did all these free. I didn't even know his address, he never knew me. He just did it for me”

He turned to Sara, "I have no questions for you, consider yourself as having gotten this job, come tomorrow, your letter will be waiting for you”

Sara Smith became the Corporate Affairs Manager of the company with two Cars with Drivers, A duplex attached to the office, and a salary of £1,000,000 per month excluding allowances and other costs.

After two years of working in the company, the MD of the company came from America to announce his intention to resign and needed a replacement. A personality with high integrity was sought after, again the company's Consultant nominated Sara Smith.

In an interview, she was asked the secret of her success,,

With tears, she replied, "My Daddy paved these ways for me. It was after he died that I knew that he was financially poor but stinking rich in integrity, discipline and honesty".

She was asked again, why she is weeping since she is no longer a kid as to miss her dad still after a long time..

She replied, "At the point of death, I insulted my dad for being an honest man of integrity. I hope he will forgive me in his grave now. I didn't work for all these, he did it for me to just walk in".

 So, finally she was asked, "Will you follow your father's footsteps as he requested ?"

And her simple answer was, "l now adore the man, I have a big picture of him in my living room and at the entrance of my house. He deserves whatever I have after God".

 Are you like Tom Smith..?

It pays to build a name, the reward doesn't come quickly but it will come however long it may take and it lasts longer..

Integrity, discipline, self-control and fear of God makes a man wealthy, not the fat bank account..

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Mohan Kabir's musings: Reward just to Paint a boat A painter was asked t...

Mohan Kabir's musings:  Reward just to Paint a boat A painter was asked t...:   Reward just to Paint a boat A painter was asked to paint a boat by a rich man. The painter  brought with him paint and brushes and began t...

 Reward just to Paint a boat

A painter was asked to paint a boat by a rich man.

The painter  brought with him paint and brushes and began to paint the boat a bright red, as the owner asked him. While painting, he noticed that there was a small hole in the hull, and quietly repaired it.

When finished painting, he received his money and left. 

The next day, the owner of the boat came to the painter and presented him with a nice cheque, much much higher than the payment for painting. 

The painter was surprised and said "You've already paid me for painting the boat Sir!"

"But this is not for the paint job. It's for having repaired the hole in the boat."

"Ah! But it was such a small service... certainly it's not worth paying me such a high amount for something so insignificant."

"My dear friend, you do not understand. Let me tell you what happened.

When I asked you to paint the boat, I forgot to mention about the hole. When the boat dried, my kids took the boat and went on a fishing trip. They did not know that there was a hole. I was not at home at that time.

When I returned and noticed they had taken the boat, I was desperate because I remembered that the boat had a hole. Imagine my relief and joy when I saw them returning from fishing.

Then, I examined the boat and found that you had repaired the hole! You see, now, what you did? You saved the life of my children! I do not have enough money to pay your 'small' good deed."

Reflection:

So, no matter who, when or how. Just continue to help, sustain, wipe tears, listen attentively and carefully repair all the 'leaks' you find, because you never know when one is in need of us.

You may have repaired numerous 'boat holes' along the way of several people without realizing how many lives you've saved.

Today i did like to take a pause and say a  thank to Everyone who Repaired my boat during these challanging times in every way like Good Wishes, thoughts, love, care & prayers, it made a big difference in my life. 

Thank You

Mohan Kabir's musings: Stand up for what is right, will you...One morning...

Mohan Kabir's musings: Stand up for what is right, will you...One morning...: Stand up for what is right, will you... One morning, when our new teacher of "Introduction to the Rights" entered the classroom, t...

Stand up for what is right, will you...

One morning, when our new teacher of "Introduction to the Rights" entered the classroom, the first thing that he did was to ask the name of a student who was seated on the first bench:

“What is your name?” “My name is Kumar, Sir.” “Leave the classroom, and I don't want to ever see you in my class!”, screamed the unpleasant teacher. Kumar was bewildered. When he got hold of his senses, he got up quickly, collected his belongings and left the classroom.

All were scared and angry, however nobody spoke anything. “Well!”, said the new teacher, “what purpose do the enacted Laws serve...?” We were afraid, but slowly gained confidence and we began to answer his questions.

“So that there is an order in our Society.” “No!”, the teacher answered. “To accomplish them." “No!” “So that the wrong people pay for their actions?” “No...! Is it that nobody knows to answer this question...!?"

“So that there is Justice,” said a girl timidly.

“At last! That’s it...! So that there is justice. And now, what is the use of Justice...?"

All began to feel uneasy by such rude attitude. However, we followed answering: “To safeguard the Human Rights...!" “Well, what more?” asked the teacher. “To differentiate the Right from the Wrong... To Reward the Good...” “Ok, that is not bad; however... Answer this question: Did I act correctly when expelling Kumar from the classroom...?" All were quiet, nobody answered. “I want a Decisive and Unanimous Answer...!” “NO...!" we all replied in unison. “Could you’ll say I committed injustice?” “Yes!”

“And why didn't anybody do anything in that respect? So why do we need Rules and Laws if we don't have the necessary will to practice them? _Each one of you has the obligation of Complaining when you witness an Injustice.

All of you! Do not stay quiet, never again! Go and call Kumar,” he said staring at me.

On that day I received the most practical lesson in my course of Law.

*When we don't Defend our Rights*, we _*lose our Dignity*_ and ~_*Dignity is not Negotiable*_~...

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Mohan Kabir's musings: Weather the stormLife is found to be caught up in...

Mohan Kabir's musings:  Weather the stormLife is found to be caught up in...:   Weather the storm Life is found to be caught up in storms so very often. And you are not yourself when you are in a storm. You don’t know ...