Wolves, Old Woman, Pretty

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One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that

goes on inside people.

He said, " My son, the battle is between two wolves. One is Evil. It

is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt,

resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility,

kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and

faith. "

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his

grandfather, " Which wolf wins? "

The old Cherokee simply replied, " The one you feed. "

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*** WISE ***

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 and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so

without hesitation.

The traveler left, rejoicing in his great 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. "

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*** OLD is PRETTY***

An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled

with bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo.

Lots of children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by

a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws. You've got

so many freckles, there's no place to paint! " said a girl in the

line said to the little fella.

Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt

down next to him. " I love your freckles. When I was a little girl I

always wanted freckles, " she said, while tracing her finger across

the child's cheek. Freckles are beautiful. "

The boy looked up, " Really? "

Of course, " said the grandmother. " Why... just name me one thing

that's prettier than freckles. "

The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his

grandma's face, and softly whispered, Wrinkles. "