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One day I decided to quit... موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) چهارشنبه نهم دی 1388 One day I decided to quit... ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
Traffic Camera داستان کوتاه موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه بیست و نهم آذر 1388 Traffic Camera A man was driving when a traffic camera flashed. He thought his picture was taken for exceeding the speed limit, even though he knew he was not speeding. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
A Moral Story Moment of Truth داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) چهارشنبه بیست و پنجم شهریور 1388 A Moral Story Moment of Truth There was a young student-archer who reached such proficiency in his art that he could shoot an arrow into a tree and then cleave that arrow into two with the next shot. He began to boast that he was a greater archer than his guru. One day his guru, a venerable old man in his 70's, asked the youth to accompany him on a trip across the hills. The journey was uneventful until they came to a deep chasm. A single log spanned the chasm. The guru walked down to the centre of the log, unshouldered his bow and taking an arrow shot it into a tree on the other side. His next shot cleaved the first arrow into two. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
A short Story موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) جمعه سیزدهم شهریور 1388 A short Story A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was concerned so he told his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." What's the difference?" asked the puzzled father. "There's a big difference," replied the daughter. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go." ... ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
The Use of Force داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه بیستم اردیبهشت 1388 The Use of Force
William Carlos Williams They were new patients to me, all I had was the name, Olson. Please come down as soon as you can, my daughter is very sick. When I arrived I was met by the mother, a big startled looking woman, very clean and apologetic who merely said, Is this the doctor? and let me in. In the back, she added. You must excuse us, doctor, we have her in the kitchen where it is warm. It is very damp here sometimes. The child was fully dressed and sitting on her father's lap near the kitchen table. He tried to get up, but I motioned for him not to bother, took off my overcoat and started to look things over. I could see that they were all very nervous, eyeing me up and down distrustfully. As often, in such cases, they weren't telling me more than they had to, it was up to me to tell them; that's why they were spending three dollars on me. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
The Sisters داستان کوتاه موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه سی ام فروردین 1388 The Sisters by James Joyce THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied the lighted square of window: and night after night I had found it lighted in the same way, faintly and evenly. If he was dead, I thought, I would see the reflection of candles on the darkened blind for I knew that two candles must be set at the head of a corpse. He had often said to me: "I am not long for this world," and I had thought his words idle. Now I knew they were true. Every night as I gazed up at the window I said softly to myself the word paralysis. It had always sounded strangely in my ears, like the word gnomon in the Euclid and the word simony in the Catechism. But now it sounded to me like the name of some maleficent and sinful being. It filled me with fear, and yet I longed to be nearer to it and to look upon its deadly work. Old Cotter was sitting at the fire, smoking, when I came downstairs to supper. While my aunt was ladling out my stirabout he said, as if returning to some former remark of his: "No, I wouldn't say he was exactly... but there was something queer... there was something uncanny about him. I'll tell you my opinion...." ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
The Awakening: Inspirational essay موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) چهارشنبه بیست و ششم تیر 1387
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A wonderful story موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) دوشنبه بیستم خرداد 1387 A wonderful story A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat." ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
The House of 1000 Mirrors موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه دوازدهم خرداد 1387
The House of 1000 Mirrors
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Does Love need a Reason...?? موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه پنجم خرداد 1387
Does Love need a Reason...?? Man :I can t tell the reason.. but I really like you.. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
The rope موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) چهارشنبه بیست و پنجم اردیبهشت 1387 The rope Thestory is about a mountain climber, who wanted to climb the highest mountain. Hebegan his adventure after many years of preparation. Since he wanted the gloryjust for himself, he decided to climb alone. The night felt heavy in theheights of the mountain, and the man couldn't see anything. All wasblack. Zero visibility, and the moon and stars were covered by the clouds. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
Men Need To Be More Specific داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه بیست و دوم اردیبهشت 1387 Men Need To Be More Specific
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A Mother's Secret موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) جمعه شانزدهم فروردین 1387 A Mother's Secret She was a beautiful young woman, just into her twenties. Happy, outgoing and extremely friendly, Kelly had no trouble making friends. She was little more than a year from completing college and her dream job would be awaiting when she finished. But now, for the first time in her life, things were in total disarray. Her boyfriend of several years had just broken off the relationship as he chose to take a job offer half way across the country. What he didn't know was that he would not only be leaving Kelly behind, but he would be leaving a daughter behind too. Weeks before her boyfriend moved away, Kelly suspected she was pregnant, but didn't want to further disrupt things by saying anything. She knew that while she had loved her boyfriend, they would both be able to move on to independently forge happy and successful lives. After having confirmed her suspicions about being pregnant she took some time to contemplate. She had met with several doctors and finally decided it would be best to quietly end the pregnancy. A few weeks later, after having researched her options, she went in for an abortion and came out assured that she had made the right choice. Kelly eventually got married and did in fact build a happy family. No one ever knew her secret, but it was best that way. At times she did think about the past and the daughter she almost had, but for the most part, life was good to Kelly. This afternoon, things changed. Kelly was on her way to pick up her two teenagers from school when her car was side-swiped by a semi-trailer. No seatbelt or airbag was a match for the blunt force that likely killed her instantly. Kelly's story doesn't end here. You see, 7 years ago Kelly had told friends and family that she had experienced something different during another mundane Sunday church service. She said for the first time she accepted what the Christian religion calls the "Gospel of Truth". Her acceptance of Jesus as her Savior and following repentance assured her that she would find herself in heaven when death came to her ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
Heart touching story موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) چهارشنبه چهاردهم فروردین 1387 Heart touching story The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she's settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
THE SUCCESS OF MARRIAGE موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه دوازدهم اسفند 1386 THE SUCCESS OF MARRIAGE نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) دوشنبه ششم اسفند 1386 A man wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. The man looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love You!" So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. the man asks, "Son, what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door". Confused, he asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big quarrel ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) دوشنبه ششم اسفند 1386
The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages, mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals. Near the window, seated a old man with his 30 year old son. As the train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with the scenery outside.. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی How much do you yearn? موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه بیست و هشتم بهمن 1386 How much do you yearn? Christopher Morley has said, "There are three ingredients in ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
Embarrassing Situation موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) چهارشنبه بیست و چهارم بهمن 1386 Embarrassing Situation A very shy young man goes into a bar and sees a beautiful woman sitting alone. After an hour he gathers enough courage to go and ask her, "Er... excuse me, but would you mind if I sat here beside you?" She responds in a loud voice : "NO, I DON ' T WANT TO SPEND THE NIGHT WITH YOU!" Everyone in the bar turns to stare at them. The young man is surprised, shocked and embarrassed and goes back to his table. After a few minutes the woman walks over to him smiles, apologizes, and says, "You see, I ' m a graduate student in psychology and I ' m studying how people respond to embarrassing situations." The young man responds loudly with, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THREE THOUSAND RUPEES. THATS TOO MUCH !" نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) چهارشنبه هفدهم بهمن 1386 One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down, It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in
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داستان کوتاه انگلیسیLife Is a Gift from God موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه هفتم بهمن 1386
There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving Boyfriend. He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only See the world, I will marry you . One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to Her. When the bandages came off, she was Able to see everything, including her boyfriend He asked her,'Now that you can see the World, will you marry me?' The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw That he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him Her boyfriend left her in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.' This is how the human brain often works when our status changes. Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations. Life Is a Gift from God!!! Today before you say an unkind word - Think of someone who can't speak. Before you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone who has nothing to eat. Before you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion. Today before you complain about life - Think of someone who went too early to heaven. Before you complain about your children Think of someone who desires children but they're barren. Before you argue about your dirty house Someone didn't clean or sweep - Think of the people who are living in the streets. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) شنبه ششم بهمن 1386 The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) چهارشنبه نوزدهم دی 1386 Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away". ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی چهار همسر! موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) شنبه پانزدهم دی 1386 THE 4 WIVES
There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best. He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men. He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times. Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her. One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!" ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
The Gift Of The Magi موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) شنبه یکم دی 1386 The Gift Of The Magi
William Sydney Porter (O. Henry) One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
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داستان کوتاه انگلیسیDream Maker موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه چهارم آذر 1386 Dream Maker About a teenage boy who dreams. His are dreams are real and his dreams could decide the future. I always have this weird dream as if it were real and not a dream. I asked my father once about the dream and he said it was just a dream. I asked my mother what she thought they were and she told me that it was when you are taking away from this world and you are placed ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
love story:A Large Hurdle, A Long Road موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه ششم آبان 1386 A Large Hurdle, A Long Road I first saw her in Spanish 3 in my junior year of high school. It was love at first sight. Custom dictated that it be love from afar, an unrequited love. Why? Her name was Margaret Donohue and mine is Marvin Goldstein. I had never gone out with a non-Jewish girl and my parents would kill me if I did. I had an uncle who'd married a Protestant in 1940 and the whole family was still talking about it. It was a "shunde" an embarrassment and shameful. This was 1962, but little had changed. The teacher made a seating chart and I sat in the last seat in row two. Margaret, or Maggie, sat in the last seat in row one. It turned out that neither of us was as interested in Spanish as in joking and laughing. Often the teacher would raise her voice and point to the back of the room. "Marv and Maggie, pay attention." Marv and Maggie became a pair. When I got my driver's license, the first thing I did was borrow the car and go to Maggie's house. Her parents were both at work so we took a walk. Later we sat in her backyard, enjoying a beautiful day of Indian summer and she kissed me. I was excited by her brazen behavior, but quickly adjusted and kissed her back. We began to date secretly. I would tell my parents I was going out with the guys and she'd tell hers she was going out with the girls. One night, bringing her home, her mother caught us. "Why are you sneaking around?" she asked her daughter sharply. "Isn't this young man good enough for me to meet? Or aren't I good enough?" The three of us went into the house and Mrs. Donohue explained she had no problem with Maggie dating me, after all we were just sixteen. It wasn't like we were going to get married some day. She did, however, object to the sneaking. The bottom line: Maggie and I could date as long as my parents knew about it. The next night I told them about Maggie. Not unexpectedly, they were appalled and outraged. A Catholic! After what Christians had done to our people! Where did we go wrong? they asked each other. My father laid down the law: no Irish Catholic sluts for me. He took my car keys and went to his room in a rage, returning after a few moments to punch me in the face. My mother reminded me that he'd had a heart attack two years earlier and I must never mention the Catholic again. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسیTHE SALT موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) سه شنبه بیست و چهارم مهر 1386 THE SALT ...!
Once an unhappy young man came to an old master and told he was very sad and asked for a solution. The old Master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it. "How does it taste?" the Master asked. "Awful," spat the apprentice. The Master chuckled and then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and when the apprentice swirled his handful of salt into the lake, the old man said, "Now drink from the lake." As the water dripped down the young man's chin, the Master asked, "How does it taste?" "Good!" remarked the apprentice. "Do you taste the salt?" asked the Master. "No," said the young man. The Master sat beside this troubled young man, took his hands, and said, "The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount we taste the 'pain' depends on the container we put it into. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things..... Stop being a glass. Become a lake!" نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
استان کوتاه انگلیسیThe Water Bearer موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه بیست و دوم مهر 1386 The Parable Of The Water BearerA water bearer had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot always arrived only half full. For two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, fulfilled in the design for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was unable to accomplish what it had been made to do....... ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
Lifes Lessons:this will make you think موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه بیست و دوم مهر 1386 Lifes LessonsThis will make you think
1. Most Important Lesson. During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count towards our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello'." I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy. One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm.... ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
Symptoms Of Inner Peace موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) شنبه چهاردهم مهر 1386 Symptoms Of Inner Peace
Here is the original - Symptoms of Inner Peace
Be on the lookout for symptoms of inner peace. The hearts of a great many have already been exposed to inner peace and it is possible that people everywhere could come down with it in epidemic proportions. This could pose a serious threat to what has, up to now, been a fairly stable condition of conflict in the world. * A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than on fears based on past experiences. * An unmistakable ability to enjoy each moment. * A loss of interest in judging other people. If you have some or all of the above symptoms, please be advised that your condition of inner peace may be so far advanced as to not be curable. If you are exposed to anyone exhibiting any of these symptoms, remain exposed only at your own risk. Authors Details: Saskia Davis from نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
What life is and is not about موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) جمعه سیزدهم مهر 1386 Life IsWhat life is and is not about.Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many friends you have. Or how accepted you are. Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone. Author: Not known. نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
The Worlds Most Unusual Therapist موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) جمعه سیزدهم مهر 1386 The Worlds Most Unusual TherapistFind out more about healing here..Two years ago, I heard about a therapist in When I first heard this story, I thought it was an urban legend. How could anyone heal anyone else by healing himself? How could even the best self-improvement master cure the criminally insane? It didn't make any sense. It wasn't logical, so I dismissed the story. However, I heard it again a year later. I heard that the therapist had used a Hawaiian healing process called ho 'oponopono. I had never heard of it, yet I couldn't let it leave my mind. If the story was at all true, I had to know more. I had always understood "total responsibility" to mean that I am responsible for what I think and do. Beyond that, it's out of my hands. I think that most people think of total responsibility that way. We're responsible for what we do, not what anyone else does. The Hawaiian therapist who healed those mentally ill people would teach me an advanced new perspective about total responsibility. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
The Story of Life موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) جمعه سیزدهم مهر 1386 The Story of LifeLearn a lesson in life each day that you live.Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be, your neighbor, your coworker, a long lost friend, or a complete stranger. When you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect your life in some profound way. Sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, willpower, or heart. Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
Smileداستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) چهارشنبه یازدهم مهر 1386 Smile
I am a mother of three and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile," The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reaction. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say, hello anyway.....so, I thought, this would be a piece of cake literally. Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonalds, one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch...an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell... and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling"..his beautiful sky blue eyes: were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the blue eyed gentle man was his salvation. I held my tears......as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said,"Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford (to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something...they just wanted to be warm). Then I really felt it...the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me...judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you." ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
It's All In Your Perspective موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) شنبه هفتم مهر 1386 It's All In Your Perspective نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی... موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) دوشنبه بیست و نهم مرداد 1386 A Troublesome Call We were going, on Saturday, ever so far,-- My mamma and I,--to the Dollies' Bazaar, Where fifty wax dollies,--the loveliest show, Went walking about when they wound 'em, you know. You wouldn't believe half the things they could do: Why, one said "Good morning," as plainly as you. One played the piano, and one, dressed in lace, Walked up to a mirror and powdered her face. Well, when we were ready we stepped in the hall, And there was a lady a-coming to call. She said she just chanced to be passing that way, And she really had only a minute to stay. We waited and waited, and hoped she would go, Till I saw it was almost the time for the show, For I heard the clocks striking all over the town, And I knew that the dollies would all be run down. And so I just said, "I should s'pose, Mrs. Black, Your little girl wonders why don't you come back." That's all that I spoke, every 'dentical word; But she said, "Little girls should be seen and not heard." I guess that's a proverb, so maybe 'tis true; But, if people won't see, what can little girls do? My mamma looked queer, but that ended the call, And we went to the Dollies' Bazaar, after all. (from Cinderella or, the Little Glass Slipper and Other Stories ) نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) پنجشنبه هجدهم مرداد 1386 The Tree-bound IT was a clear summer day. The blue, blue sky dropped low over the edge of the green level land. A large yellow sun hung directly overhead. The singing of birds filled the summer space between earth and sky with sweet music. Again and again sang a yellow-breasted birdie--"Koda Ni Dakota!" He insisted upon it. "Koda Ni Dakota!" which was "Friend, you're a Dakota! Friend, you're a Dakota!" Perchance the birdie meant the avenger with the magic arrow, for there across the plain he strode. He was handsome in his paint and feathers, proud with his great buckskin quiver on his back and a long bow in his hand. Afar to an eastern camp of cone-shaped teepees he was going. There over the Indian village hovered a large red eagle threatening the safety of the people. Every morning rose this terrible red bird out of a high chalk bluff and spreading out his gigantic wings soared slowly over the round camp ground. Then it was that the people, terror-stricken, ran screaming into their lodges. Covering their heads with their blankets, they sat trembling with fear. No one dared to venture out till the red eagle had disappeared beyond the west, where meet the blue and green. In vain tried the chieftain of the tribe to find among his warriors a powerful marksman who could send a death arrow to the man-hungry bird. At last to urge his men to their utmost skill he bade his crier proclaim a new reward. Of the chieftain's two beautiful daughters he would have his choice who brought the dreaded red eagle with an arrow in its breast. ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) چهارشنبه دهم مرداد 1386 The Tortoise and the Ducks "Take me with you, please," called a tortoise to a gray duck and a white duck that were flying over. The ducks heard the tortoise and flew down toward him. "Do you really wish to go with us?" asked the ducks as they came to the ground near the tortoise. "I surely do," replied the tortoise. "Will you please take me?" "Why, yes, I think we can do so," said the white duck slowly. The two ducks talked together in low tones for a few minutes. Then they flew to the woods. They soon brought back a strong twig and dropped it in front of the tortoise. "Now," said the ducks, "if we take you off to see the world, you must promise us one thing." "What is that?" asked the tortoise. "I will promise almost anything if you will let me go." "You must promise not to say one word while you are in the air, not one word ," replied the ducks. "All right, I promise," said the tortoise. "Sometimes I do not say a word for a whole day because there is no one to listen to me." "Well, take firm hold of the middle of the twig; we are ready to start," said the gray duck. "If you value your life, you must hold on tightly," said the white duck. The tortoise took hold of the middle of the twig and each duck took hold of one end. Then they flew up! up! up! while the tortoise swung from the middle of the twig. How he enjoyed it! He had never had such a ride. They had gone a long way safely when they came to a hayfield. The haymakers looked up and saw the ducks and the tortoise. "Ho! ho! the tortoise has stolen some wings," called one of the haymakers. "What a queer carriage he has!" laughed another in a loud voice. "I pity his horses," said another. This made the tortoise so angry that he cried out, "You--" but no one knows what he was going to say, for he fell to the ground and was killed. [Footnote: Adapted from The Tortoise and the Geese, in a book of the same name published by Houghton, Mifflin Co. (from Fifty Famous Fables , by Lida Brown McMurry) نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) پنجشنبه چهارم مرداد 1386 The Tongue-cut Sparrow Long, long ago in When he came back at night after his hard day's work in the open air it was his only pleasure to pet the sparrow, to talk to her and to teach her little tricks, which she learned very quickly. The old man would open her cage and let her fly about the room, and they would play together. Then when supper-time came, he always saved some tit- bits from his meal with which to feed his little bird. Now one day the old man went out to chop wood in the forest, and the old woman stopped at home to wash clothes. The day before, she had made some starch, and now when she came to look for it, it was all gone; the bowl which she had filled full yesterday was quite empty. While she was wondering who could have used or stolen the starch, down flew the pet sparrow, and bowing her little feathered head--a trick which she had been taught by her master--the pretty bird chirped and said: ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه به زبان انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) پنجشنبه چهارم مرداد 1386 The Twelve Brothers THERE were once upon a time a King and a Queen who lived happily together, and they had twelve children, all of whom were boys. One day the King said to his wife: `If our thirteenth child is a girl, all her twelve brothers must die, so that she may be very rich and the kingdom hers alone.' Then he ordered twelve coffins to be made, and filled them with shavings, and placed a little pillow in each. These he put away in an empty room, and, giving the key to his wife, he bade her tell no one of it. The Queen grieved over the sad fate of her sons and refused to be comforted, so much so that the youngest boy, who was always with her, and whom she had christened Benjamin, said to her one day: `Dear mother, why are you so sad?' `My child,' she answered, `I may not tell you the reason.' But he left her no peace, till she went and unlocked the room and showed him the twelve coffins filled with shavings, and with the little pillow laid in each. Then she said: `My dearest Benjamin, your father has had these coffins made for you and your eleven brothers, because if I bring a girl into the world you are all to be killed and buried in them.' She wept bitterly as she spoke, but her son comforted her and said: ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) جمعه بیست و دوم تیر 1386 Awesome Presence Of Mind An old man lived alone in Dear Son, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren't in prison. Love, Dad
At A dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next. His son's reply was: "Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do for you from here." - Moral Of the Story – NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS Source: English4Persians نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی short story موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) پنجشنبه بیست و یکم تیر 1386 Toads and Diamonds THERE was once upon a time a widow who had two daughters. The eldest was so much like her in the face and humor that whoever looked upon the daughter saw the mother. They were both so disagreeable and so proud that there was no living with them. The youngest, who was the very picture of her father for courtesy and sweetness of temper, was withal one of the most beautiful girls ever seen. As people naturally love their own likeness, this mother even doted on her eldest daughter and at the same time had a horrible aversion for the youngest--she made her eat in the kitchen and work continually. Among other things, this poor child was forced twice a day to draw water above a mile and a-half off the house, and bring home a pitcher full of it. One day, as she was at this fountain, there came to her a poor woman, who begged of her to let her drink. "Oh! ay, with all my heart, Goody," said this pretty little girl; and rinsing immediately the pitcher, she took up some water from the clearest place of the fountain, and gave it to her, holding up the pitcher all the while, that she might drink the easier. The good woman, having drunk, said to her: You are so very pretty, my dear, so good and so mannerly, that I cannot help giving you a gift." For this was a fairy, who had taken the form of a poor country woman, to see how far the civility and good manners of this pretty girl would go. "I will give you for a gift," continued the Fairy, "that, at every word you speak, there shall come out of your mouth either a flower or a jewel." When this pretty girl came home her mother scolded her for staying so long at the fountain. "I beg your pardon, mamma," said the poor girl, "for not making more haste." And in speaking these words there came out of her mouth two roses, two pearls, and two diamonds "What is it I see there?" said the mother, quite astonished. "I think I see pearls and diamonds come out of the girl's mouth! How happens this, child?" This was the first time she had ever called her child. The poor creature told her frankly all the matter, not without dropping out infinite numbers of diamonds. "In good faith," cried the mother, "I must send my child thither. Come hither, Fanny; look what comes out of thy sister's mouth when she speaks. Wouldst not thou be glad, my dear, to have the same gift given thee? Thou hast nothing else to do but go and draw water out of the fountain, and when a certain poor woman asks you to let her drink, to give it to her very civilly." "It would be a very fine sight indeed," said this ill- bred minx, "to see me go draw water." "You shall go, hussy!" said the mother; "and this minute." So away she went, but grumbling all the way, taking with her the best silver tankard in the house. She was no sooner at the fountain than she saw coming out of the wood a lady most gloriously dressed, who came up to her, and asked to drink. This was, you must know, the very fairy who appeared to her sister, but now had taken the air and dress of a princess, to see how far this girl's rudeness would go. "Am I come hither," said the proud, saucy one, "to serve you with water, pray? I suppose the silver tankard was brought purely for your ladyship, was it? However, you may drink out of it, if you have a fancy." "You are not over and above mannerly," answered the Fairy, without putting herself in a passion. "Well, then, since you have so little breeding, and are so disobliging, I give you for a gift that at every word you speak there shall come out of your mouth a snake or a toad." So soon as her mother saw her coming she cried out: "Well, daughter?" "Well, mother?" answered the pert hussy, throwing out of her mouth two vipers and two toads. "Oh! mercy," cried the mother; "what is it I see? Oh! it is that wretch her sister who has occasioned all this; but she shall pay for it"; and immediately she ran to beat her. The poor child fled away from her, and went to hide herself in the forest, not far from thence. The King's son, then on his return from hunting, met her, and seeing her so very pretty, asked her what she did there alone and why she cried. "Alas! sir, my mamma has turned me out of doors." The King's son, who saw five or six pearls and as many diamonds come out of her mouth, desired her to tell him how that happened. She thereupon told him the whole story; and so the King's son fell in love with her, and, considering himself that such a gift was worth more than any marriage portion, conducted her to the palace of the King his father, and there married her. As for the sister, she made herself so much hated that her own mother turned her off; and the miserable wretch, having wandered about a good while without finding anybody to take her in, went to a corner of the wood, and there died. (Charles Perrault.) (from The Blue Fairy Book, edited by Andrew Lang) نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) پنجشنبه بیست و یکم تیر 1386 Tom Thumb Retold by Joseph Jacobs IN the days of the great Prince Arthur, there lived a mighty magician, named Merlin, the most learned and skillful enchanter the world has ever seen. This famous magician, who could take any form he pleased, was travelling about as a poor beggar, and being very tired he stopped at the cottage of a Ploughman to rest himself, and asked for some food. The countryman bade him welcome, and his wife, who was a very good- hearted woman, brought him some milk in a wooden bowl and some coarse brown bread on a platter. Merlin was much pleased with the kindness of the Ploughman and his wife; but he could not help noticing that though everything was neat and comfortable in the cottage, they both seemed to be very unhappy. He therefore asked them why they were so melancholy, and learned that they were miserable because they had no children. The Poor Woman said, with tears in her eves: "I should be the happiest creature in the world if I had a son although he was no bigger than my husband's thumb." Merlin was so much amused with the idea of a boy no bigger than a man's thumb that he determined to grant the Poor Woman's wish. Accordingly, in a short time after, the Ploughman's wife had a son, who, wonderful to relate! was not a bit bigger than his father's thumb. The Queen of the fairies, wishing to see the little fellow, came in at the window, while the mother was sitting up in bed admiring him. The Queen kissed the child, and, giving it the name of Tom Thumb, sent for some of the fairies, who dressed her little godson according to her orders: ادامه مطلب نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) یکشنبه دهم تیر 1386 Businessman and fisherman The businessman was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large fish. The businessman complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied only a little while. The businessman then asked why he didn't stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs. The businessman then asked, but what do you do with the rest of your time? The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos; I have a full and busy life, sir." The businessman scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and I could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats; eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the processor and eventually open your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to The Mexican fisherman asked, "But sir, how long will this all take?" To which the businessman replied, "15-20 years." "But what then, sir?" The businessman laughed and said, "That's the best part! When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions." "Millions, sir? Then what?" The businessman said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos." The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said, "Isn't that what I'm doing right now?" نوشته شده توسط سعید | لينک ثابت |
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی موضوع: داستان کوتاه (بدون ترجمه) شنبه بیست و دوم اردیبهشت 1386 Attitude Is Everything Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!" He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation. Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, 'Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.' I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life." "Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested. "Yes, it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live life." I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body. I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars?" I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live." "Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked. Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man.' "I knew I needed to take action." "What did you do?" I asked. "Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breathe and yelled, 'Bullets!' Over their laughter, I told them. 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead." Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.
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