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A highly skilled carpenter who had grown old was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire.
The employer was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter agreed to this proposal but made sure that this will be his last project. Being in a mood to retire, the carpenter was not paying much attention to building this house. His heart was not in his work. He resorted to poor workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.
When the job was done, the carpenter called his employer and showed him the house. The employer handed over some papers and the front door key to the carpenter and said "This is your house, my gift to you."
The carpenter was in a shock! What a shame! If he had only known that he was building his own house, he would have made it better than any other house that he ever built!
Our situation can be compared to this carpenter. Allah Ta'la has sent us to this world to build our homes in paradise by obeying His commands. Now, we have to decide how well we wish to build the homes where we will live forever.
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one day, kindness boomerang...
drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone;
but there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea.
and there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.
drop a pebble in the water: in a minute you forget,
but there’s little waves a-flowing, and there’s ripples circling yet,
and those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown;
you’ve disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.
drop an unkind word, or careless:
in a minute it is gone;
but there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling
on and on and on.
on and on and on.
they keep spreading, spreading, spreading
from the center as they go,
from the center as they go,
and there is no way to stop them,
once you’ve started them to flow.
once you’ve started them to flow.
drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute you forget;
but there’s little waves a-flowing, and there’s ripples circling yet,
and perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you’ve stirred,
and disturbed a life was happy ere you dropped that unkind word.
drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a flash and it is gone;
but there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave
till you wouldn’t believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.
drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute you forget;
but there’s gladness still a-swelling, and there’s joy acircling yet,
and you’ve rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard
over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word.
