Of Sand and Stone…

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A friend sent me this in a mass email recently.    I read it and felt the need to share it with you.  Read it, won’t you?

TWO  FRIENDS  WERE WALKING THROUGH  THE  DESERT.  DURING  SOME  POINT  OF  THE  JOURNEY,  THEY  HAD  AN
ARGUMENT;  AND ONE  FRIEND SLAPPED  THE  OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE.  

THE  ONE   WHO  GOT SLAPPED WAS  HURT,  BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE  IN THE  SAND:

“TODAY  MY  BEST    FRIEND SLAPPED   ME  IN  THE  FACE.”

THEY  KEPT  ON   WALKING,  UNTIL  THEY  FOUND   AN  OASIS,
WHERE    THEY    DECIDED TO  TAKE    A     BATH.   THE    ONE     WHO    HAD    BEEN SLAPPED     GOT    STUCK    IN    THE  MIRE    AND    STARTED    DROWNING,  BUT    THE    FRIEND  SAVED    HIM.

AFTER  HE  RECOVERED  FROM  ALMOST  DROWNING,  HE  WROTE  ON  A    STONE:

‘TODAY  MY  BEST FRIEND SAVED  MY  LIFE  ‘.

THE FRIEND  WHO  HAD SLAPPED  AND  SAVED   HIS  BEST  FRIEND
ASKED  HIM,   ‘AFTER  I HURT YOU,  YOU  WROTE   IN  THE  SAND  AND    NOW,  YOU  WRITE  ON  A  STONE.    WHY?’

THE   FRIEND   REPLIED,  ‘WHEN  SOMEONE HURTS   US,  WE  SHOULD     WRITE    IT    DOWN  IN   SAND,  WHERE   WINDS   OF  FORGIVENESS    CAN   ERASE    IT AWAY.  BUT  WHEN  SOMEONE  DOES  SOMETHING    GOOD    FOR   US OR TO US,  WE    MUST   ENGRAVE    IT  IN   STONE
WHERE  NO   WIND  CAN   EVER  ERASE   IT.’

THE MORAL OF THIS STORY??    LEARN  TO  WRITE YOUR  HURTS  IN
THE  SAND  AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.

Oh yeah??? 

Then tell me what the fuck two grown men are doing walking along in the desert, bitch slapping each other and writing graffiti all over the damn place.  Then they  decide to take a bath together in something in an arid desert called “a mire”????

Well, mire rhymes with fire, which generates heat, which rhymes with feet which you must you to help drive your car which is probably a Chevrolet and that rhymes rhymes with gay and in my current emotionally stingy  and unavailable mood, is the only fitting adjective of which I can think.

I think.
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One comment

  1. Oh my GOD and after we got away from that stinking DESERT we finally found a Denny’s and got ourselves a decent breakfast, and then we went into the restroom and found some phone numbers on the wall and called Francis and Josh and Ben and arranged to meet them at Starbucks later that afternoon and maybe go shop for some new shoes …

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