A story tells that two people were walking trough the desert. in a specific point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend slap the other one in the face
the one, who got slapped, was hurt, but without anything to say, he 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 got slapped and hurt started drowning, and the other friend saved him. when he recovered from the fright, he wrote on the stone: " TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE"
the friend who saved and slapped his best friend, asked him, "why, after i hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and then you write on the stone?"
the other friend, smiling, replied: " when a friend hurt us, we should write it in the sand,where the winds of forgiveness get incharge of erasing it away, and when something great happens, we should engrave it in the stone of memory in our heart, where no wind can erase it".
the one, who got slapped, was hurt, but without anything to say, he 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 got slapped and hurt started drowning, and the other friend saved him. when he recovered from the fright, he wrote on the stone: " TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE"
the friend who saved and slapped his best friend, asked him, "why, after i hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and then you write on the stone?"
the other friend, smiling, replied: " when a friend hurt us, we should write it in the sand,where the winds of forgiveness get incharge of erasing it away, and when something great happens, we should engrave it in the stone of memory in our heart, where no wind can erase it".
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