Three Wise Stories

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that
goes on inside people.
He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves. One is Evil. It
is anger,
envy,
sorrow,
regret,
greed,
arrogance,
self-pity,
guilt,
resentment,
inferiority,
lies,
false pride,
superiority, and
ego.
The other is Good. It is
joy,
peace,
love,
hope,
serenity,
humility,
kindness,
benevolence,
empathy,
generosity,
truth,
compasionate and
faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his
grandfather, "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."WISE ***
A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious
stone in a stream.
The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise
woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the
precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so
without hesitation.
The traveler left, rejoicing in his great fortune. He knew the stone
was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days
later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.
"I've been thinking," he said, "I know how valuable the stone is,
but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even
more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to
give me the stone."OLD is PRETTY***
An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled
with bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo.
Lots of children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by
a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws. You've got
so many freckles, there's no place to paint!" said a girl in the
line said to the little fella.
Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt
down next to him. "I love your freckles. When I was a little girl I
always wanted freckles," she said, while tracing her finger across
the child's cheek. Freckles are beautiful."
The boy looked up, "Really?"
Of course," said the grandmother. "Why... just name me one thing
that's prettier than freckles."
The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his
grandma's face, and softly whispered, Wrinkles."