Category: Moral Stories

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard.

She did not recognize them. She said “I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry.

Please come in and have something to eat.”

“Is the man of the house home?”, they asked.

“No,” she replied. “He’s out.”

“Then we cannot come in,” they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home,

she told him what had happened.

“Go tell them I am home and invite them in!”

The woman went out and invited the men in.

“We do not go into a House together,” they replied.

“Why is that?” she asked.

One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth,” he said pointing to one of his friends, and said

pointing to another one, “He is Success, and I am Love.” Then he added, “Now go in and discuss

with your husband which one of us you want in your home.”

The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. “How nice!,”

he said. “Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!”

His wife disagreed. “My dear, why don’t we invite Success?”

Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her

own suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!”

“Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” said the husband to his wife.

“Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men,

“Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.”

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him.

Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: “I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?”

The old men replied together: “If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would’ve

stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love,

there is also Wealth and Success!!!”

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 & asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation.

The traveler left, rejoicing his good 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.”

There was a green and fresh pasture, in which three cows lived, a white cow, a black cow and a

reddish-brown one. The cows were kind to each other. They were nice to each other. They used to

graze in the meadow together. and they used to sleep near each other.

Till it happened one day, the reddish-brown colored lion of the forest happened to pass that way.

The lion was unhappy. It was hungry, and was looking for a prey. On catching sight of the cows it

became glad, but couldn’t attack them, because they were together. So, the lion sat in a corner and

waited till the cows would separate from each other.

The cows were together and wouldn’t part away from each other, because they knew that if they

were together, no predator could attack them. The lion lay in ambush nearby for two or three days.

But the cows continued to remain together, and wouldn’t separate from each other. The lion

became unhappy.

A plan occurred to it. It went towards the cows, greeted them

and said: “How are you my friends?” Are you fine? I have

been remembering you for a long time, but because I am too

busy, I can’t come to you and ask about your health.

Today I said to myself: “Anyhow I should come and see you

from near and visit you.” The reddish-brown cow said: “Sir,

your coming has really pleased us and brightened our pasture.”

The lion said: “I have always remembered you, and have even ordered a better pasture made ready

for you.” Reddish-brown cow said: “Sir, you have really obliged us and we are very thankful to you.”

Both the white and the black cows were troubled by what their friend, the reddish-brown cow said,

and were grieved at its thoughtlessness. They feared lest it should be deceived.

They said to each other: Which forest has not got a better pasture? Why does the reddish-brown

cow believe what the lion says? Doesn’t it know that lions seek other animals only to prey on them?

The reddish-brown cow became more and more a close friend of the lion each day.

The black cow and the white cow advised it as much as they could, but with no avail.

One day the lion said to the reddish-brown cow: “You know that the color of our bodies is dark

and that the color of the body of the white cow is light, and you also know that the light color is the

opposite of the dark color. It would be very good if I eat the white cow, so that there will be no

difference among us any longer and that we will be able to live together well.”

The reddish-brown cow accepted the saying of the selfish lion and started talking to the black cow

to keep it busy, so that the lion could eat the white cow with more ease. The white cow was left

alone and was killed, while the black and the reddish-brown cows were busy with idle talks.

Two or three days passed since the lion had devoured the white cow. The lion, angry and uneasy,

was lying in a corner, and the reddish-brown cow was moving around the lion and grazing. The lion

called the reddish-brown cow. The cow answered: “Yes sir!”

The lion said: “The color of my body and the color of your body are reddish-brown, and black does

not go with our color. It will be very good if I eat the black cow, so that in this forest we all will be

of the same color.” The reddish-brown cow accepted and moved away from the black cow.

The lion attacked and devoured the black cow, too. And as for the reddish-brown cow, it was so

filled with joy that it didn’t know what to do. It roamed and grazed and said to itself: “It is only

me who has the color of the lion…” A few days passed since the black cow had been devoured by

the lion. The lion roared and said. “O the reddish-brown cow! Where are you?”

The reddish-brown cow, shaking with fear, went forward and said: “Yes sir!” The lion said: “Today

it is your turn, get yourself ready, I am going to eat you.” The reddish-brown cow, with great fear &

horror said: “Why sir, I am your friend. I did whatever you said. So why do you want to eat me?”

The lion roared and said: “Friend of a friendless!” How is it possible that a lion makes friendship

with a cow? No matter how much the reddish-brown cow begged and entreated, the lion didn’t

accept its words. The lion attacked the cow.

The cow said: “Mr. Lion, please allow me to cry out three times before you eat me.” The lion said:

“Quickly, quickly!” The reddish-brown cow cried out: “I was eaten the very day the white cow was

eaten. I was eaten the very day the black cow was eaten. I was eaten the very day I made…. with

you.” The lion devoured the reddish-brown cow very quickly. Then it said to itself: “I have finished

my job in this forest. Now I had better go to other forests.” Divide and rule policy.

Some time ago, there lived a King. This King should have been contented with his life, given all

the riches and luxuries he had. However, this was not the case! The King always found himself

wondering why he just never seemed content with his life.

Sure, he had the attention of everyone wherever he went, attended fancy dinners and parties,

but somehow, he still felt something was lacking and he couldn’t put his finger on it.

One day, the King had woken up earlier than usual to stroll around his palace. He entered his huge

living room and came to a stop when he heard someone happily singing away… following this

singing… he saw that one of the servants was singing and had a very contented look on his face.

This fascinated the King and he summoned this man to his chambers. The man

entered the King’s chambers as ordered. The King asked why he was so happy?

To this the man replied: “Your Majesty, I am nothing but a servant, but I make

enough of a living to keep my wife and children happy. We don’t need too

much, a roof over our heads and warm food to fill our tummy. My wife and

children are my inspiration; they are content with whatever little I bring home.

I am happy because my family is happy.”

Hearing this, the King dismissed the servant and summoned his Personal Assistant to his

chambers.

The King related his personal anguish about his feelings and then related the story of the servant to

his Personal Assistant, hoping that somehow, he will be able to come up with some reasoning that

here was a King who could have anything he wished for at a snap of his fingers and yet was not

contented, whereas, his servant, having so little was extremely contented.

The Personal Assistant listened attentively and came to a conclusion. He said, “Your Majesty,

I believe that the servant has not been made part of The 99 Club.”

“The 99 Club? And what exactly is that?” the King inquired.

To which the Assistant replied, “Your Majesty, to truly know what The 99 Club is, you will have to

do the following… place 99 Gold coins in a bag and leave it at this servant’s doorstep, you will then

understand what The 99 Club is.”

That very same evening, the King arranged for 99 Gold coins to be placed in a bag at the servant’s

doorstep. Although he was slightly hesitant and he thought he should have put 100 Gold coins into

the bag, but since his assistant had advised him to put 99 that is what he did.

The servant was just stepping out of his house when he saw a bag at his doorstep. Wondering about

its contents, he took it into his house and opened the bag. When he opened the bag, he let out a

great big shout of joy…Gold Coins… so many of them. He could hardly believe it. He called his wife

to show her the coins.

He then took the bag to a table and emptied it out and began to count the coins. Doing so,

he realized that there were 99 coins and he thought it was an odd number so he counted again, and

again and again only to come to the same conclusion… 99 Gold Coins.

He began to wonder, what could have happened to that last one coin? For no one would leave 99

coins. He began to search his entire house, looked around his backyard for hours, not wanting to

lose out on that one coin. Finally, exhausted, he decided that he was going to have to work harder

than ever to make up for that one Gold coin to make his entire collection an even 100 Gold Coins.

He got up the next morning, in an extremely horrible mood, shouting at the children and his wife

for his delay, not realizing that he had spent most of the night conjuring ways of working hard so

that he had enough money to buy himself that gold coin. He went to work as usual – but not in his

usual best mood, singing happily – as he grumpily did his daily errands.

Seeing the man’s attitude change so drastically, the King was puzzled. He promptly summoned his

assistant to his chambers. The King related his thoughts about the servant and once again, his

assistant listened. The King could not believe that the servant who until yesterday had been singing

away and was happy and content with his life had taken a sudden change of attitude, even though

he should have been happier after receiving the gold coins.

To this the assistant replied “Ah! But your Majesty, the servant has now officially joined The 99

Club.” He explained: “The 99 Club is just a name given to those people who have everything but

yet are never contented, therefore they are always working hard and striving for that extra one to

round it out to 100!

We have so much to be thankful for and we can live with very little in our lives, but the minute we

are given something bigger and better, we want even more!

We are not the same happy contented person we used to be, we want more and more and by

wanting more and more we don’t realize the price we pay for it. We lose our sleep, our happiness;

we hurt the people around us just as a price to pay for our growing needs and desires. That is what

joining The 99 Club is all about.”

Hearing this King decided that from that day onward, he was going to start appreciating all the

little things in life.

Striving for more is always good, but let’s not strive so hard and for so much that we loses all those

near and dear to our hearts, we shouldn’t compromise our happiness for moments of luxuries!

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most

beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a

flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.

The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as

beautiful as mine.”

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly but full of

scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in but they didn’t fit

quite right and there were several jagged edges.

In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were

missing. The people starred how could he say his heart is more beautiful,

they thought?

The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed.

“You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine mine is

perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see,

every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love….. I tear out a piece of my heart and

give it to them and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my

heart but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they

remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of

his heart to me. These are the empty gouges giving love is taking a chance. Although these

gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too and I

hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true

beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man,

reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old

man with trembling hands.

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred

heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit but not perfectly, as there were

some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love

from the old man’s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

Physical perfection is not always beautiful.

In the south of Spain, there was a small village whose people were very joyful and lucky. The

children played under the shade of trees in the gardens of their home. A shepherd boy whose name

was Nasir, stayed near the village with his father, mother and grandmother. Early morning each

day, he takes his herd of goats up the hills to find a suitable place for them to graze. In the

afternoon he would return with them to the village. At night his grandmother would tell him a

story. The story of stars. This story really interested Nasir. As usual, on one of these days, as Nasir

was watching his herd and playing his flute he suddenly saw a wonderful light behind the flower

bush. When he came towards the branches he saw a transparent and most beautiful crystal ball.

The crystal ball was glittering like a colorful rainbow. Nasir carefully took it in

his hand and turned it around. With surprise suddenly he heard a weak voice

coming from the crystal ball. It said; “You can make a wish that your heart

desires and I will fulfill it.” Nasir could not believe that he had actually heard

a voice. But he became so engrossed in his thoughts for he had so many

wishes but he must wish for something which was impossible like the wish to

be able to fly. He said to himself, if I wait till tomorrow I will remember many

things. He put the crystal ball in a bag and gathered the herd, happily returned back

to the village. He decided that he would not tell anyone about the crystal ball. On the following day

also, Nasir could not decide what to wish for, because he really had everything he needed.

The days passed as usual, and Nasir appeared to be very cheerful that the people around him were

amazed to see his cheerful disposition. One day a boy followed Nasir and his herd and hid behind

a tree. Nasir as usual sat in one corner, took out the crystal ball and for a few moments looked at it.

The boy waited for the moment when Nasir would go to sleep. Then he took the crystal ball and ran

away. When he arrived in the village, he called all the people and showed them the crystal ball.

The citizens of that village took the crystal ball in their hand and turned it around with surprise.

Suddenly they heard a voice from inside the crystal ball, which says, “I can fulfill your wish.”

One person took the ball and screamed, “I want one bag full of gold.” Another took the ball and

said loudly, “I want two chest full of jewelry.”

Some of them wished that they would have their own palace with grand door made from pure gold

instead of their old houses. Some also wished for bags full of jewelry, but nobody asked for gardens

in their palaces. All their wishes were fulfilled but still the citizens of the village were not happy.

They were jealous because the person that had a palace had no gold and the person that had the

gold had no palace. For this reason, the citizens of the village were angry and were not speaking to

each other. There was not even one garden which existed in the village where the children could

play. The patience of the children was running out and they were uncomfortable. Nasir and his

family were happy and pleased. Every morning and afternoon he would play the flute.

The children could not wait anymore and decided to return the crystal ball to Nasir. The parents

and neighbors went to him. The children said to Nasir; “When we had a small village we all were

happy and joyful.” The parent also spoke. In one way or another nobody is happy. The expensive

palaces and jewelry only bring us pain. When Nasir saw that the people were really regretful, he

said I have not wished till now, if you really want everything to return to its own place, then I will

wish for it. Everyone happily agreed. Nasir took the crystal ball in his hand turned around and

wished that the village become the same as it was before. Everyone quickly turned towards the

village and saw it became the same old village with gardens full of trees and fruits.

Once again the people started to live happily and the children played under the shade of trees.

From the next day and everyday at sunset the sound of Nasir’s flute could be heard in the village.

This story teaches us that we should be happy with whatever we have and not to be greedy.

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of

200, he asked, “Who would like this $20 bill?” Hands started going up. He said,

“I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.” He proceeded to

crumple up the $20 bill. He asked, “Who still wants it?” Still hands were up in the air.

“Well, what if I do this?” He dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the

floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty and asked, “Who still

wants it?” Still hands went up into the air.

My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what was done to

the money, it was still wanted because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth

$20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled and ground into the dirt by the decisions

we make and the circumstances that come our way. We may feel as though we are worthless.

But no matter what has happened or will happen, you will never lose your value: dirty or clean,

crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who love you.

Once upon a time, there was a selfish man. He liked everything to be

his own. He could not share his belongings with anyone, not even his

friends or the poor.

One day, the man lost thirty gold coins. He went to his friend’s house

and told him how he lost his gold coins. His friend was a kind man.

As his friend’s daughter was coming from an errand she found thirty gold coins, when she arrived

home, she told her father what she had found. The girl’s father told her that the gold coins belong

to his friend and he sent for him. When the selfish man arrived, he told him how his daughter had

found his thirty gold coins and handed then to him. After counting the gold coins the man said that

ten of them was missing and had been taken by the girl as he had forty gold coins. He further

commented that he will recover the remaining amount from him. But the girl’s father refused.

The man left the gold coins and went to the court and informed the judge there about what had

taken place between him and the girl’s father.

The judge sent for the girl and her father, and when they arrived asked the girl how many gold

coins did she find. She replied thirty gold coins. The Judge that asked the selfish man how many

gold coins did he lose and he answered forty gold coins.

The judge then told the man that the gold coins did not belong to him because the girl found thirty

and not forty as he claimed to have lost and then told the girl to take the gold coins and that if any-

body is looking for them he will send for the girl.

The judge told the man that if anybody reports that they have found forty gold coins he will send

for him. It was then that the man confessed that he lied and that he lost thirty gold coins but the

judge did not listen to him.

This story teaches us to be always honest as dishonest never pays.

One beautiful spring day a red rose blossomed in a forest. Many

kinds of trees and plants grew there. As the rose looked around,

a pine tree nearby said, “What a beautiful flower. I wish I was that

lovely.” Another tree said, “Dear pine, do not be sad, we can not

have everything.”

The rose turned its head and remarked, “It seems that I am the

most beautiful plant in this forest.” A sunflower raised its yellow

head and asked, “Why do you say that? In this forest there are

many beautiful plants. You are just one of them.” The red rose

replied, “I see everyone looking at me and admiring me.” Then

the rose looked at a cactus and said, “Look at that ugly plant full

of thorns!” The pine tree said, “Red rose, what kind of talk is this?

Who can say what beauty is? You have thorns too.”

The proud red rose looked angrily at the pine and said, “I thought

you had good taste! You do not know what beauty is at all. You can

not compare my thorns to that of the cactus.”

“What a proud flower”, thought the trees.

The rose tried to move its roots away from the cactus, but it could not move. As the days passed,

the red rose would look at the cactus and say insulting things, like: This plant is useless?

How sorry I am to be his neighbor.

The cactus never got upset and he even tried to advise the rose, saying,

“God did not create any form of life without a purpose.”

Spring passed, and the weather became very warm. Life became difficult in the forest, as the plants

and animals needed water and no rain fell. The red rose began to wilt. One day the rose saw

sparrows stick their beaks into the cactus and then fly away, refreshed. This was puzzling, and the

red rose asked the pine tree what the birds were doing. The pine tree explained that the birds got

water from the cactus. “Does it not hurt when they make holes?” asked the rose.

“Yes, but the cactus does not like to see any birds suffer,” replied the pine.

The rose opened its eyes in wonder and said, “The cactus has water?”

“Yes you can also drink from it. The sparrow can bring

water to you if you ask the cactus for help.”

The red rose felt too ashamed of its past words and

behavior to ask for water from the cactus, but then it

finally did ask the cactus for help. The cactus kindly

agreed and the birds filled their beaks with water and

watered the rose’s roots. Thus the rose learned a lesson

and never judged anyone by their appearance again.

Once upon a time in Africa, roosters ruled cats. The cats worked

hard all day and at night they had to bring all they had gathered for

the roosters. The king of the roosters would take all the food for

himself and for the other roosters.

The roosters loved to eat ants. Thus, every cat had a purse hung

round its neck, which it filled with ants for the king of the roosters.

The cats did not like the situation. They wanted to rid themselves of

the king so that the food they gathered through hard work and great

difficulty would be their own. But they were afraid of the roosters.

The roosters had told the cats that rooster’s combs were made out of fire and that the fire of their

combs would burn anyone who disobeyed them! The cats believed them and therefore worked from

early morning until night for the roosters.

One night, the fire on the house of Mrs. Cat went out. She told her kitten, Fluffy, to bring some fire

from Mr. Rooster’s house. When Fluffy went into the house of the rooster, she saw that Mr. Rooster

was fast asleep, his stomach swollen with the ants he had eaten. The kitten was afraid to wake the

rooster, so she returned home empty handed and told her mother what had happened.

Mrs. Cat said, “Now that the rooster is asleep, gather some dry twigs and place them near his comb.

As soon as the twigs catch fire, bring them home.”

Fluffy gathered some dry twigs and took them to the rooster’s house. He was still asleep. Fluffy

fearfully put the dry twigs near the rooster’s comb but it was no use, the twigs did not catch fire.

Fluffy rubbed the twigs against the rooster’s comb again but it was no use they would not catch fire.

Fluffy returned home without any fire and told her mother, “The roost’s comb does not set twigs on

fire.” Mrs. Cat answered “Why can’t you do anything right! Come with me I’ll show you how to

make fire with the rooster’s comb.” So together they went to the house of Mr. Rooster.

He was still asleep. Mrs. Cat put the twigs as near to the rooster’s comb as she could. But the twigs

did not catch fire. Then, shaking with fear, she put her paw near the rooster’s comb and gently

touched it. To her surprise, the comb was not hot, it was very cold, and it was just red colored.

As soon as Mrs. Cat realized that the roosters had lied to the cats about their combs, she joyfully

went out and told the other cats about the rooster’s tricks. From that day on, the cats no longer

worked for the roosters.

At first, the king of the roosters became very angry and said to the cats; “I will burn all of your

houses if you do not work for me!”

But the cats said, “Your comb is not made of fire. It is just the color of fire.

We touched it when you were sleep. You lied to us.”

When the king of the roosters found out that the cats knew that he had

lied to them, he ran away. Now, whenever roosters see a cat, they scurry

away, because to this very day they are afraid of cats.