Parable: Parable

There was a knight in the desert. Long was his path. Along the way he lost his horse, helmet and armour. There was only a sword.
Knight was hungry and he was thirsty. Suddenly in the distance he saw the lake.
The knight gathered all his remaining forces and went to the water. But the lake sat a three-headed dragon. The knight drew his sword and from last forces began to fight the monster. Night beat, second beat. Two dragon's head cut off. On the third day the dragon fell exhausted. Fell near exhausted knight, can not have more than to stand up and hold the sword.
And then the last effort dragon asked:
Knight, what do you want?
- Water to drink.
- Well, and drank...

Once there lived a man, whose face was very ugly and unpleasant to be around. And he led a reclusive life. And he was very poor. Sewed myself clothes and a hat. Clothes were made from old decrepit fabric that hung down the lean old body and the cap of lambskin, large and high.
Went on cities and countries, from one city to another.
And once he went to one city. And began to laugh at him, people pointing the finger and say look how ugly man, and even in such a ridiculous hat!
The man turned to him calmly and said,
- Peace be with you! You know, that's the outfit I created, and I forgive you, and as for my body, it was created by the Supreme Lord God - may He forgive you.

Once the Wind said to the Sun:
"I'm stronger. See there an old man in a raincoat? I bet that will strip it faster than you."
The sun hid behind a cloud and the Wind began to blow. It blew stronger, until it became a hurricane, but the old man only tightly wrapped in a cloak. Finally the wind got tired and verse. Then from-for clouds the Sun came out and smiled warmly to the traveler. Soon the old man became hot and he took off his cloak. And then the Sun told the Wind that gentleness and friendliness are always more effective than rage and coercion.

As I sat down the fly-by-night on years of cranberries and began to admire all that you might see:
- What a good day! The sun, it's beautiful! And Rosa-what - no gems of the world don't compare! And the meadow-what a beautiful and green, the sky how blue and clear! How clear the air is clean, not enough words to describe it! Only one thing I can say: Glory to the Lord God for everything!
Cranberries thought, "wow - so much years I live and didn't notice." And aloud he said butterfly ephemera:
Is today you are so admired by all, and tomorrow you do get used to it!
Tomorrow I will not be - sadly replied the butterfly the cranberries, forever closing his eyes.
And cranberries in turn with shame admitted to myself that for almost fifty years she was unable to see and, most importantly, to appreciate all that we had time to see and appreciate the butterfly in a single day of my life.

Night. On the street there are two men.
- Why are you smiling? - asks one another.
Let's admire the Moon.
- The admire?
- The moon - man shows the moon with a finger, but his companion doesn't even look up.
- What Is The Moon? - he asks.
- Yes, here it is - surprised people - right in front of you, yellow is.
Yellow?! Oh My God! It is necessary to tell someone!
After half an hour around the person going crowd.
- Teacher, tell us about the moon, timidly asks the delegate from the crowd.
- What the devil is there to tell? - hot people. - Lift up your heads and see for yourself.
Someone, not taking from the person trusting eyes, hastily writes in his notebook: "one has only to raise his head, and eyes will be opened moon, a yellow circle on the dark background of the sky..."
- Why are you writing this? cautiously, he says.
- Someone needs to preserve the teachings for posterity, and if not me, then who?
- What teaching?! Just lift up your head!!!
- To raise the head is not difficult, just... - starts to scribble latter-day Evangelist, but the man hits him from below with a fist to the chin, and the sight of the recorder flashes yellow spot.
- What was it, Teacher???
Moon.
- God, I saw the moon. I saw the moon! The moon!!!
- He saw the moon, excited the crowd and begins to drive around rubbing the chin of Ludovica dance.
People, meanwhile, waved at the whole thing with his hand and walks away, admiring the full moon...
After two thousand years someone reads the gospel of the moon and sighs.
- And to sense something, he thinks. - In those days a Teacher was nearby and could always give you the teeth at the right time. Some, however, argue that one book is enough, and that they see with their own eyes the moon every night, but who can you believe nowadays? And maybe do the tales of it all, that's what I say to you...

I had a dream that I was in heaven and next to me an angel came to escort me and show me everything there is to see.
We went along until, until he came to a large hall in which there was a multitude of Angels. My angel stopped and said:
- This is the retrieval. Here we receive all petitions and supplications to God that people Express during his prayers.
I looked around, here was very noisy and lively, and I was surrounded by many Angels who sorted petitions, whole piles of papers, written by people from all over the world - there were scrolls, sheets of paper, and just little notes.
Then we walked through a long corridor until, until he came to the second division. And then the angel said to me:
- And here is the Shipping Department and Packaging. Here is God's Grace, which was requested by the people, is heard and is sent to them.
And again, I noticed that it is very lively. A huge number of Angels labored in this Department, because people ask so many things, and, accordingly, many were prepared to be sent to earth.
And finally, at the end of a long corridor, we stopped before a door that led into a tiny room. To my great surprise, there sat only one angel, who clearly had nothing to do.
And is that Department of Thanks, said quietly to my friend angel, slightly confused.
- How come that there's no work here? - I asked.
It is very sad, ' sighed the angel. - Once people get what they asked for, very few send Thanks.
And how to send a letter informing you that you have received God's Grace? - I asked.
- Very simple, - answered the angel. Just say: Thank you, Lord!
- And for that, people should send their notice to receive the grace of God? - I asked.
- If you have food in the fridge and clothes on your body, roof over your head and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of people in this world!
- If you have money in the Bank, money in your wallet, and even a trifle in your coin box, you have entered into 8% wealthy people of this world!
- If you woke up this morning and felt healthy, not sick, then clearly you're happier than many who do not even live through today.
- If you have never experienced the fear in battle, loneliness of imprisonment, agony of torture or the pangs of starvation... you are absolutely right, ahead of 700 million people in the world.
- If you came to my Church and you can pray there without fear of persecution, arrest or torture of death, you are in an enviable position compared to the 3 billion people in this world.
- If your parents are still alive and still married... you are very rare people.
- If you can walk with your head held high and smile, you don't conform to the norm, you're unique to all those in doubt and despair.
- And if you get this message, then you came to 1% of people in the world who is given a chance
- Well, what now? How do I start?
- If you are reading this message, you already can thank you for what you have the opportunity to read, because more than 2 billion people in the World cannot read at all.
Have a good day! Thank you sincerely for all that you have and if you care, tell us about this parable, your family and friends!

One girl decided to order a dress from a well-known tailor because he sewed beautifully and always conscientiously. However, she thought of the dress it too expensive. And therefore came to the Studio, the first thing to do is to negotiate the price.
- You very much for my dresses, she said.
- Really? I do not think so, ' replied the tailor.
- And how expensive! Judge for yourself - for sewing dresses for me will require no more than two meters of fabric. So?
"So," he agreed.
- Well, if the material cost, add the cost of thread, needles and even scissors, which this dress is cut, you still get at least half the price. So to pay I have accordingly halved.
The tailor paused for a moment, and then said:
- Well, young lady, you almost had me convinced. So much so that I even take you half the original cost. If you insist, of course.
- Of course, insist! - happy girl.
- Agreed. Now I'll take the necessary measurements and a week later a messenger will deliver your order directly to your home.
All week long, the girl boasted to her friends how cheap she will receive a dress by a famous tailor. They did not believe and wanted to make sure personally that they do not cheat. At the appointed hour we all gathered at her house. Came a messenger with a box. The girl solemnly removed the lid and pulled out... two meters of fabric, a few spools of thread, needles and scissors.
In anger, she rushed to the tailor.
And you dared to deceive me?! she cried, barely crossed the threshold.
- No deception was not shook his head tailor. - I put in the box everything that was listed you. If there is still something missing, then maybe it's because you forgot to pay for it.

Small clay jug of water stood on the table. In the corner of the room lying on the bed, sick, thirsty.
"Drink! To drink..." - the minute he asked.
Loved ones weren't home, they left, leaving him alone. The patient's plea was so plaintive that even the pitcher could not resist. He was filled with compassion, and with tremendous effort and rolled to the bedside, stopping near his hand. The patient opened his eyes, and his eye fell on the jug. The sight he was filled with amazement and relief.
Gathering all his strength, the patient lifted the jug and held it against hot from the heat of her lips, but then realized that the jug is empty... the Last of his strength the patient has spent in order to throw the jug into the wall. The shattered into useless pieces of clay.
Do not be like the patient - do not turn in pieces of clay those who are keen to help you. Even if their attempts are futile, assess on merit the effort...

One very famous psychologist began his seminar on psychology, lifting up 500-rouble banknote. In the hall gathered about 200 people. The psychologist asked who wants to get the bill. All as if on command, raised his hands.
- Before one of you gets this bill, I have something to do with it - continued psychologist. He crumpled up the bill and then asked if someone still get it. And again, all raised their hands.
- Then, - he said - I do the following, and throwing the bill on the floor, slightly fumbled her Shoe on the dirty floor. Then he picked up the bill, the bill was crumpled and dirty.
- Well, who of you need it like this? And all again raised their hands.
- Dear friends, the psychologist said, only that you received a valuable object lesson. Despite all that I did with bill, you all wanted it to, as it has not lost its value. She still banknote of 500 rubles.
In our life it often happens that we find ourselves thrown, trampled, lying on the floor or in deep shit. This is the reality of our lives. In such situations, we feel worthless.
But no matter what happened or will happen, YOU will NEVER lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or ironed, YOU'll always be priceless for all those who love you.
Our value is not determined by what we do or who we know, and even WHAT WE are.
For God and for the people who love you, you are always unique and irreplaceable, and don't you forget it NEVER!