SHORT STORY, “invisible screws

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“invisible screws SHORT STORY” 

A teacher conducted a test. On the question paper was a simple sketch of a chair, with one question: “What’s the most important part of this chair?”

Students wrote answers like: “The legs.” “The seat.”
“The backrest.” and so on.

The teacher shook her head and said, “None of you got it right.” She smiled and explained, “The most important part is the one we don’t take notice of. ‘The screws’ that hold it all together. Without them, the chair would collapse.”

Life works the same way. It is not always the big or visible things that matter most. It’s the unseen support — family, health, kindness and the little choices we make each day.

So let’s never overlook the “invisible screws” in our lives. They are the quiet reasons that we are still standing strong.

SHORT STORY

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SHORT STORY

There is a story of a man who had been afflicted with a terminal disease.
With much fear of death, he sought counselling and help from one of his Christian doctors.

The doctor, was initially lost for words.
He did not know how to console the dying man.
As he was fumbling for an answer, he heard the noise of scratching on his door.

He got the answer of consolation.
“Do you hear that?” he asked his patient, calling his attention to the scratching noise on the door.

“Well!” continued the doctor, “that’s my dog!
I left him downstairs.
But he has become very impatient and has come up, hearing my voice.
He doesn’t have much idea, of what’s happening in here- beyond the door…
… but he knows one thing: ‘That I am here!’
And so, if I open the door now, he would just jump over me, into this room!”

The doctor continued, looking into the eyes of the patients, “Isn’t it the same with our lives?
We don’t have much idea of what lies beyond the Door, but we know that the Master is there!”

 

Pain passes, but beauty remains! Short story

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Pain passes, but beauty remains!

An incident is told about a master painter, who had a very fervent student-disciple.

The master was suffering from a severe bout of arthritis.
>> It was very painful for him to paint.
He had to hold his brush between his thumb and index finger.
>> And as he painted, the student-disciple often heard him crying out in pain.

On one such occasion, the student asked the old master:
“Why do you go on painting, if it hurts so much?”

The master looked up to his disciple, and with an assuring smile replied:
“Remember always, son…
… Pain passes, but beauty remains!”