from my floppy archives

[j10asen]

I am cleaning house. All old technology is going out. So I found this text file on a floppy disk. It must have amused me enough to save this long. I hope you enjoy as well. The Author is unknown to me.


here was an old man, a boy and a donkey.They were going to town and it was decided that the boy should ride. As they went along they passed some people who thought that it was a shame for the boy to ride and the old man to walk.The man and boy decided that maybe the critics were right so they changed positions. Later, they passed some more people who thought that it was a real shame for that man to make such a small boy walk. The two decided that maybe they both should walk. Soon they passed some more people who thought that it was stupid to walk when they had a donkey to ride. The man and the boy decided maybe the critics were right so they decided that they both should ride. They soon passed other people who thought that it was a shame to put such a load on a poor little animal. The old man and the boy
decided that maybe the critics were right so they decided to carry the donkey. As they crossed a bridge they lost their grip on the animal and he fell into the
river and drowned.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY













..... IF YOU TRY TO PLEASE EVERYONE, YOU WILL EVENTUALLY LOSE YOUR A&& (donkey)!!!!!!!!! {8^)

[pk]

sad...but so true.

[j10asen]

The fence
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a
bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must
hammer a nail into the back of the fence. *The first day the boy had driven 37
nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control
his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.
He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails
into the fence....

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. * He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out a *nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The day passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. *He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. *The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. *It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there." A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are a very rare jewel indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. *They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.