I recently read a very nice story in the book the Force versus Power by David R. Hawkins. It goes like this:
There was a man who was very angry. Actually it was something much more than anger. It was a deep resentment toward the world and toward all things.
His resentment was so great that he had accumulated a small arsenal: some pistols, machine guns, homemade bombs....
In the United States where if not...
One day he decided to go out and kill as many people as possible. Everything was ready. At last he was going to take revenge for who knows what.
He left home with several weapons, ready to fulfill his desire for revenge.
But something happened that he hadn't planned for: a dog crossed his path.
The dog was happy and had a Frisbee in his mouth.
He wanted the angry gentleman to play with him.
The man was trying to get the dog off his back but there was no way. The dog was clear, he wanted to play with the angry man.
The more the dog insisted the less angry the angry gentleman became. Until suddenly: Pluf! The anger dissolved completely. He didn't want to kill anyone anymore. He just wanted to play with that dog.
Nice, isn't it?
This news appeared in a newspaper in the 90's, I will keep looking for it to see if I can find it.
Greetings - PEACE and Love.
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