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> <channel><title>Moral Stories</title> <atom:link href="http://www.moralstories.org/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://www.moralstories.org</link> <description>Learning What Matters &#124; Educational &#124; Fables &#124; Inspiration &#124; Motivational &#124; Family &#124;  Story</description> <lastBuildDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 12:36:57 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en</language> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2</generator> <xhtml:meta xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" name="robots" content="noindex" /> <item><title>Fear vs Respect</title><link>http://www.moralstories.org/fear-vs-respect/</link> <comments>http://www.moralstories.org/fear-vs-respect/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 12:36:57 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Moderator</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Education]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Respect]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Responsibility]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.moralstories.org/?p=619</guid> <description><![CDATA[Long time ago very cruel king name Virat Singh was ruling the city of Vijay Nagar. All citizens were fearful because of his cruelty. Virat has a dog named Jack, which he used to love more than anything, one fateful morning Jack died. Virat Singh organized last rituals for dog; entire city came to cremation [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Long time ago very cruel king name Virat Singh was ruling the city of Vijay Nagar. All citizens were fearful because of his cruelty.</p><p>Virat has a dog named Jack, which he used to love more than anything, one fateful morning Jack died. Virat Singh organized last rituals for dog; entire city came to cremation ground. Virat Singh was very happy to see that people love him so much and he felt he is the most popular king in the world. After few days Virat Singh died, but no one came for his funerals.</p><blockquote><p>Moral: Respect is something you have to earn, you cannot force it on others to respect you. There is a thin line between Fear and Respect, every one of us should understand it and do necessary corrections in our personalities.</p></blockquote><p>&nbsp;</p><p
style="text-align: right;">Submitted By: Manoj Sharma<br
/> Bangalore, KA, India</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.moralstories.org/fear-vs-respect/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>1</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Helping Others</title><link>http://www.moralstories.org/helping-others/</link> <comments>http://www.moralstories.org/helping-others/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 04:51:08 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Moderator</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Education]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Care]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Help]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Responsibility]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.moralstories.org/?p=584</guid> <description><![CDATA[Once there was a small boy named Shankar. He belonged to a poor family.  One day, he was crossing through the forest carrying some woods. He saw an old man who was very hungry.  Shankar wanted to give him some food, but he did not have food for his own.  So he continued on his [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once there was a small boy named Shankar. He belonged to a poor family.  One day, he was crossing through the forest carrying some woods. He saw an old man who was very hungry.  Shankar wanted to give him some food, but he did not have food for his own.  So he continued on his way.  On his way he saw a deer who was very thirsty.  He wanted to give him some water, but he did not have water for himself.  So he went on his way ahead.  Then he saw a man who wanted to make a camp but he did not have woods.  Shankar asked his problem and gave some woods to him.  In return, he gave him some food and water.  Now he went back to the old man and gave him some food and gave some water to the deer. The old man and the deer were very happy.  Shankar than happily went on his way.</p><p>However, one day Shankar fell down the hill.  He was in pain but he couldn&#8217;t move and no one was there to help him.  But, the old man who he had helped before saw him, he quickly came and pulled him up the hill.  He had many wounds on his legs.  The deer whom shankar had gave water saw his wounds and quickly went to forest and brought some herbs.  After sometime his wounds were covered.  All were very happy that they were able to help each other.</p><blockquote><p>Moral: If you help others, then they will also help you.</p><p>&nbsp;</p></blockquote><p
style="text-align: right;">Submitted By: Vasu Kataria<br
/> Sri Ganganagar, Rajasthan, India</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.moralstories.org/helping-others/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>12</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>The Little Mouse</title><link>http://www.moralstories.org/the-little-mouse/</link> <comments>http://www.moralstories.org/the-little-mouse/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 04:25:16 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Moderator</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Fables]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Kids]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Learn]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.moralstories.org/?p=580</guid> <description><![CDATA[Once upon a time there was a Baby Mouse and Mother Mouse. They lived in a hole in the skirting board in a big, warm house with lots of cheese to eat, where they wanted for nothing. Then, one day, Mother Mouse decided to take Baby Mouse outside of their home. Waiting outside for them [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once upon a time there was a Baby Mouse and Mother Mouse. They lived in a hole in the skirting board in a big, warm house with lots of cheese to eat, where they wanted for nothing. Then, one day, Mother Mouse decided to take Baby Mouse outside of their home. Waiting outside for them was a huge ginger tomcat, licking it&#8217;s lips and waiting to eat them both up.</p><p>&#8220;Mother, Mother! What should we do?&#8221; Cried Baby Mouse, clinging to his mother&#8217;s tail. Mother Mouse paused, staring up into the beady eyes of the hungry cat. But she wasn&#8217;t scared, because she knew exactly how to deal with big, scary cats. She opened her mouth and took in a deep breath.</p><p>&#8220;Woof! Woof! Bark bark bark!&#8221; She shouted, and the cat ran away as fast as he could.<br
/> &#8220;Wow, Mother! That was amazing!&#8221; Baby Mouse said to his mother, smiling happily.<br
/> &#8220;And that, my child, is why it is always best to have a second language.&#8221;</p><blockquote><p>Moral: It&#8217;s always good to have a second language.</p></blockquote><p
style="text-align: right;">Submitted by: Theresa</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.moralstories.org/the-little-mouse/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>1</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>The Travelers and The Plane Tree</title><link>http://www.moralstories.org/the-travelers-and-the-plane-tree/</link> <comments>http://www.moralstories.org/the-travelers-and-the-plane-tree/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 04:10:23 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Moderator</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Motivation]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Care]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Learn]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.moralstories.org/?p=575</guid> <description><![CDATA[Two men were walking along one summer day. Soon it became too hot to go any further and, seeing a large plane tree nearby, they threw themselves on the ground to rest in its shade. Gazing up into the branches one man said to the other, “What a useless tree this is. It does not [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Two men were walking along one summer day. Soon it became too hot to go any further and, seeing a large plane tree nearby, they threw themselves on the ground to rest in its shade. Gazing up into the branches one man said to the other,</p><p>“What a useless tree this is. It does not have fruit or nuts that we can eat and we cannot even use its wood for anything.”</p><p>“Don’t be so ungrateful,” rustled the tree in reply. “I am being extremely useful to you at this very moment, shielding you from the hot sun. And you call me a good-for-nothing!”</p><blockquote><p>Moral: All of God’s creations have a good purpose. We should never belittle God&#8217;s blessings.</p></blockquote><p
style="text-align: right;">Submitted By: Wafa Sadiq, Dubai UAE</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.moralstories.org/the-travelers-and-the-plane-tree/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Birbal&#8217;s Wisdom</title><link>http://www.moralstories.org/birbals-wisdom/</link> <comments>http://www.moralstories.org/birbals-wisdom/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 07:16:37 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Moderator</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Fables]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Akbar Birbal]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Clever]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.moralstories.org/?p=603</guid> <description><![CDATA[One fine day, Akbar lost his ring. When Birbal arrived in the court, Akbar told him &#8220;I have lost my ring. My father had given it to me as a gift. Please help me find it.&#8221;  Birbal said &#8221;do not worry your Majesty, I will find your ring right now.&#8221; He said, &#8221;Your Majesty the [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One fine day, Akbar lost his ring. When Birbal arrived in the court, Akbar told him &#8220;I have lost my ring. My father had given it to me as a gift. Please help me find it.&#8221;  Birbal said &#8221;do not worry your Majesty, I will find your ring right now.&#8221;</p><p>He said, &#8221;Your Majesty the ring is here in this court itself, it is with one of the courtier.  The courtier who has a straw in his beard has your ring.&#8221;   The courtier who had the emperors ring was shocked and immediately moved his hand over his beard.  Birbal noticed this act of the courtier.  He immediately pointed towards the courtier and said, &#8221;Please search this man.He has the emperors ring.&#8221;</p><p>Akbar could not understand how Birbal had Managed to find the ring.  Birbal then told Akbar that a guilty person is always scared.</p><blockquote><p> Moral: A Guilty Conscience need No Accuser.</p></blockquote><p
style="text-align: right;">Submitted By: Aishani Gupta<br
/> Ruwais, Abudhabi UAE</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.moralstories.org/birbals-wisdom/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>The Three Types of People</title><link>http://www.moralstories.org/the-three-types-of-people/</link> <comments>http://www.moralstories.org/the-three-types-of-people/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 03:59:07 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Moderator</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Education]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Learn]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Weakness]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.moralstories.org/?p=560</guid> <description><![CDATA[A teacher shows three toys to a student and asks the student to find out the differences. All the three toys are seemed to be identical in their shape, size and material. After keen observation, the student observes holes in the toys. 1st toy it has holes in the ears. 2nd toy has holes in [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A teacher shows three toys to a student and asks the student to find out the differences. All the three toys are seemed to be identical in their shape, size and material. After keen observation, the student observes holes in the toys. 1st toy it has holes in the ears. 2nd toy has holes in ear and mouth. 3rd toy has only one hole in one ear.</p><p>Than with the help of needle the student puts the needle in the ear hole of 1st toy. The needle comes out from the other ear. In the 2nd toy, when the needle was put in ear the needle came out of mouth. And in the 3rd toy, when the needle was put in, the needle did not come out.</p><p>First toy represent those people around you who gives an impression that they are listening to you, all your things and care for you. But they just pretend to do so. After listening, as the needle comes out from the next ear, the things you said to them by counting on them are gone. So be careful while you are speaking to this type of people around you, who does not care for you.</p><p>Second toy represent those people who listens to you all your things and gives an impression that they care for you. But as in the toy, the needle comes out from mouth. These people will use your things and the words you tell them against you by telling it to others and bringing out the confidential issues for their own purpose.</p><p>Third toy, the needle does not come out from it. These kinds of people will keep the trust you have in them. They are the ones who you can count on.</p><blockquote><p>Moral: Always stay in a company of a people who are loyal and trustworthy. People, who listen to what you tell them, are not always the ones you can count on when you need them the most.</p></blockquote><p
style="text-align: right;">Submitted By: Anju Chowdhary, India</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.moralstories.org/the-three-types-of-people/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>11</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Who or What do we love more?</title><link>http://www.moralstories.org/who-or-what-do-we-love-more/</link> <comments>http://www.moralstories.org/who-or-what-do-we-love-more/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2011 05:48:56 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Moderator</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Love]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Kids]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Parents]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.moralstories.org/?p=520</guid> <description><![CDATA[A man was polishing his new car; his 4 yr old daughter picked up a stone and scratched on the side of the car. In anger, the furious Man took his child’s hand &#38; hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A man was polishing his new car; his 4 yr old daughter picked up a stone and scratched on the side of the car. In anger, the furious Man took his child’s hand &amp; hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures.</p><p>When the child saw her father, with painful eyes he asked ‘Dad when will my fingers grow back?’ The man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to the car and kicked it many times. Devastated by his own actions, sitting in front of the car he looked at the scratches, His daughter had written ‘LOVE YOU DAD’.</p><blockquote><p>Moral: Remember, Anger and Love have no limit.  Always remember that “Things are to be used and people are to be loved”.  But the problem in today’s world is that “People are being used &amp; Things are being loved&#8221;.</p></blockquote><p
style="text-align: right;">Submitted By: Samantha, USA</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.moralstories.org/who-or-what-do-we-love-more/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>18</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>The Lazy Farmer</title><link>http://www.moralstories.org/the-lazy-farmer/</link> <comments>http://www.moralstories.org/the-lazy-farmer/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 04:08:49 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Moderator</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Education]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Help]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Kids]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Responsibility]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Work]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.moralstories.org/?p=505</guid> <description><![CDATA[The rain gods had been smiling the whole night. The roads were muddy and the potholes were filled to the brim.  It was the day for the market and Raju the farmer was riding his cart along the country road. He had to reach the market early so that he can sell his hay. It [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The rain gods had been smiling the whole night. The roads were muddy and the potholes were filled to the brim.  It was the day for the market and Raju the farmer was riding his cart along the country road. He had to reach the market early so that he can sell his hay. It was very difficult for the horses to drag the load through the deep mud. On his journey suddenly the wheels of the horse cart sank into the mire.</p><p><img
class="alignright size-medium wp-image-507" title="lazyfarmer" src="http://www.moralstories.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/lazyfarmer-300x194.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="194" />The more the horses pulled, the deeper the wheel sank.  Raju climbed down from his seat and stood beside his cart. He searched all around but could not find anyone around to help him.  Cursing his bad luck, he looked dejected and defeated. He didn’t make the slightest effort to get down on the wheel and lift it up by himself. Instead he started cursing his luck for what happened. Looking up at the sky, he started shouting at God, “I am so unlucky! Why has this happened to me? Oh God, come down to help me.”</p><p>After a long wait, God finally appeared before Raju. He asked Raju, “Do you think you can move the chariot by simply looking at it and whining about it? Nobody will help you unless you make some effort to help yourself. Did you try to get the wheel out of the pothole by yourself? Get up and put your shoulder to wheel and you will soon find the way out.”</p><p>Raju was ashamed of himself. He bent down and put his shoulder to the wheel and urged on the horses. In no time the wheel was out of the mire. Raju learnt his lesson. He thanked God and carried on his journey happily.</p><blockquote><p>Moral: God helps those who help themselves.</p></blockquote><p
style="text-align: right;">Submitted By: Rajan, Srilanka</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.moralstories.org/the-lazy-farmer/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>16</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Father Son Conversation</title><link>http://www.moralstories.org/father-son-conversation/</link> <comments>http://www.moralstories.org/father-son-conversation/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 07:10:08 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Moderator</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Family]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Love]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Parents]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.moralstories.org/?p=531</guid> <description><![CDATA[Once day, father was doing some work and his son came and asked, &#8220;Daddy, may I ask you a question?” Father said, “Yeah sure, what it is?” So his son asked, “Dad, how much do you make an hour?” Father got bit upset and said, “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once day, father was doing some work and his son came and asked, &#8220;Daddy, may I ask you a question?”  Father said, “Yeah sure, what it is?”   So his son asked, “Dad, how much do you make an hour?”   Father got bit upset and said, “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?”  Son said, “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”  So, father told him that “I make Rs. 500 per hour.”</p><p>“Oh”, the little boy replied, with his head down.  Looking up, he said, “Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300?”  The father furiously said, “if the only reason you asked about my pay is so that you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march yourself to your room and go to bed. Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard every day and do not like this childish behavior.”</p><p>The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.  The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions.  How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?  After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think, “May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. 300 and he really didn’t ask for money very often!”  The man went to the door of little boy’s room and opened the door.<br
/> “Are you a sleep, son?” He asked.  “No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.  “I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier”, said the man.  “It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you, Here’s the Rs.300 you asked for”.</p><p>The little boy sat straight up, smiling “oh thank you dad!” He yelled.  Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes.  The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.  The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.</p><p>“Why do you want money if you already had some?” the father grumbled. “Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.  “Daddy I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?  Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you”.  Father was dumbstruck.</p><blockquote><p>Moral: It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life! We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family &amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.</p></blockquote><p
style="text-align: right;">Submitted By: Alan, Australia.</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.moralstories.org/father-son-conversation/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>10</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>What&#8217;s for Dinner</title><link>http://www.moralstories.org/whats-for-dinner/</link> <comments>http://www.moralstories.org/whats-for-dinner/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 03:35:51 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Moderator</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Education]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Learn]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.moralstories.org/?p=321</guid> <description><![CDATA[A man feared his wife wasn&#8217;t hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A man feared his wife wasn&#8217;t hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.</p><p>Here&#8217;s what you do,&#8221; said the Doctor, &#8220;stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and s o on until you get a response.&#8221;</p><p>That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, &#8220;I&#8217;m about 40 feet away, let&#8217;s see what happens.&#8221; Then in a normal tone he asks, &#8216;Honey, what&#8217;s for dinner?&#8221; No response.</p><p>So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, &#8220;Honey, what&#8217;s for dinner?&#8221; Still no response.</p><p>Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, Honey, what&#8217;s for dinner?&#8221;</p><p>Again he gets no response so, He walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. &#8220;Honey, what&#8217;s for dinner?&#8221; Again there is no response.</p><p>So he walks right up behind her. &#8220;Honey, what&#8217;s for dinner?&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;James, for the FIFTH time I&#8217;ve said, CHICKEN!&#8221;</p><blockquote><p>Moral: The problem may not be with the other one as we always think, could be very much within us..!</p></blockquote><p
style="text-align: right;">Submitted By: Ashwini K</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.moralstories.org/whats-for-dinner/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>36</slash:comments> </item> </channel> </rss>
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