In former days, when all a man's limbs did not work together as amicably as they do now, buteach had a will and way of its own, the members generally began to find fault with the belly forspending an idle luxurious life, while they were wholly occupied in laboring for its support, andministering to its wants and pleasure; so they entered into a conspiracy to cut off its suppliesfor the future;
The hands were no longer to carry food to the mouth, nor the mouth to receive the food, northe teeth to chew it.
They had not long persisted in this course of starving the belly into subjection, ere they allbegan, one by one, to fail and flag, and the whole body to pine away.
Then the members were convinced that the belly also, cumbersome and useless as it seemed,had an important function of its own; that they could no more do without it than it could dowithout them; and that if they would have the constitution of the body in a healthy state, theymust work together, each in his proper sphere, for the common good of all.
A Governor visiting a state prison was implored by a convict to pardon him.
“What are you in for?”asked the Governor.
“I held a high office,”the convict humbly replied,“and sold subordinate appointments.”
“Then I decline to interfere,”said the Governor, with asperity,“a man who abuses his office bymaking it serve a private end and purvey a personal advantage is unfit to be free. By the way,Mr. Warden,”he added to the official beside him, as the convict slunk away,“in appointing youto this position, I was given to understand that your friends could make the Shikane countydelegation to the next State convention solid for the present administration. Was I rightlyinformed?”
“You were, sir.”
“Very well, then, I will bid you good-bye. Please be so good as to appoint my nephew Chaplain.''
A father was worried about his son, who was sixteen years old but had no courage at all. Sothe father decided to call on a Buddhist monk to train his boy.
The Buddhist monk said to the boy's father,“You should leave your son alone here. I'll makehim into a real man within three months. However, you can't come to see him during thisperiod.”
Three months later, the boy's father returned. The Buddhist monk arranged a boxing matchbetween the boy and an experienced boxer.
Each time the fighter struck the boy, he fell down, but at once the boy stood up; and each timea punch knocked him down, the boy stood up again. Several times later, the Buddhist monkasked,“What do you think of your child?”
“What a shame!”the boy's father said,“I never thought he would be so easily knocked down. Ineedn't have him left here any longer.”
“I'm sorry that that's all you see. Don't you see that each time he falls down; he stands upagain instead of crying? That's the kind of courage you wanted him to have.”