聽 (thính) - lắng nghe

Chữ "THÍNH" được tạo thành từ 5 chữ: NHĨ, VƯƠNG, NHÃN, NHẤT và TÂM.
Trong đó:
NHĨ - dùng tai lắng nghe; 
VƯƠNG - xem người nói như vua;
NHÃN - nhìn để thấu cảm;
NHẤT - đánh giá lời nói và thái độ của người nói có phù hợp;
TÂM - thật lòng nghe nhhững lời của người nói.

Lời khuyên của một người cha dành cho con mình

Hãy lắng nghe lời khuyên cảm động, chân thành từ đáy lòng một người cha dành cho con mình với hy vọng con mình vượt qua mọi chông gai và hướng tới một cuộc sống thực sự có ý nghĩa.

Có ai khen con đẹp, con hãy cảm ơn và quên đi lời khen ấy.

Có ai bảo con ngoan, hãy cảm ơn và nhớ ngoan hiền hơn nữa.

Với người òa khóc vì nỗi đau mà họ đang mang, con hãy để bờ vai của mình thấm những giọt nước mắt ấy.

Với người đang oằn lưng vì nỗi khổ, con hãy đến bên và kề vai gánh giúp.

Người chìa tay và xin con một đồng. Lần thứ nhất, con hãy tặng họ hai đồng. Lần thứ hai, con hãy biếu họ một đồng. Lần thứ ba, con phải biết lắc đầu. Và đến lần thứ tư, con hãy im lặng, bước đi.

Con hãy biết khen. Nhưng đừng vung vãi lời khen như những cậu ấm cô chiêu vung tiền ra cửa sổ. Lời chê bai con hãy chỉ giữ riêng mình.

Nụ cười cho người, con hãy học cách hào phóng của mặt trời khi tỏa nắng ấm.

Nỗi đau, con hãy nén vào trong. Nỗi buồn, hãy biết chia cho người đồng cảm.

Đừng khóc than - quỵ lụy - van nài, khi con biết ngày mai rồi sẽ đến - có bầu trời, gió lộng thênh thang.

Con hãy đưa tay khi thấy người vấp ngã.

Cần lánh xa kẻ thích quan quyền.

Bạn là người biết đau hơn nỗi đau mà con đang có. Thù là người quặn đau với niềm vui đang có ở trong con.

Chọn bạn sai, cả đời trả giá. Bạn hóa thù, tai họa một đời.

Con hãy cho và quên ngay.

Đừng bao giờ mượn dù chỉ một que tăm, sợi chỉ.

Đừng sợ bóng đêm. Đêm cũng là ngày của những người thiếu đi đôi mắt.

Đừng vui quá, sẽ đến lúc buồn. Đừng quá buồn, sẽ có lúc vui.

Tiến bước mà đánh mất mình. Con ơi dừng lại! Lùi bước để hiểu mình. Con cứ lùi thêm nhiều bước nữa. Chẳng sao!

Hãy ngước nhìn lên cao để thấy mình còn thấp. Nhìn xuống thấp, để biết mình chưa cao.

Con hãy nghĩ về tương lai, nhưng đừng quên quá khứ. Hy vọng vào ngày mai, nhưng đừng buông xuôi hôm nay.

May rủi là chuyện cuộc đời. Nhưng cuộc đời nào chỉ chuyện rủi may.

Hãy nói thật ít để làm được nhiều những điều có ý nghĩa của trái tim. Nếu cần, con hãy đi thật xa, để mang về những hạt giống mới, rồi dâng tặng cho đời, dù chẳng được trả công.

Những điều cha viết cho con được lấy từ trái tim chân thật, từ những tháng năm lao khổ cuộc đời, từ bao đêm chơi vơi giữa sóng cồn, từ bao ngày vất vả long đong.

Cha viết cho con từ chính cuộc đời cha. Những bài học một đời cay đắng.

Cha gửi cho con chút nắng. Hãy giữ giữa lòng con, để khi con bước vào cuộc hành trình đầy gai và cạm bẫy con sẽ thấy bớt đau và đỡ phải tủi hờn. Đừng hơn thua làm gì với cuộc đời, con ạ!

Hãy để chị, để anh giành lấy phần họ muốn. Con hãy chậm bước dù là người đến muộn. Dù phần con chẳng ai nhớ để dành.

Hãy vui lên trước điều nhân nghĩa. Hãy buồn với chuyện bất nhân. Và hãy tin vào điều có thật: Con người - sống để yêu thương.

Gặp người...

Gặp được người mà bạn thật sự yêu thương: Hãy nỗ lực giành lấy cơ hội trở thành một nửa của người ấy bởi vì nếu người ấy ra đi, tất cả sẽ không còn kịp nữa.

Gặp một người bạn có thể tin tưởng được: Cần giữ quan hệ tốt với người đó vì trong cuộc đời mỗi người, gặp được tri kỷ không phải là điều dễ.

Gặp người đã từng giúp đỡ bạn: Nhớ tỏ thái độ cảm kích đối với người ấy vì họ đã mang lại sự thay đổi trong cuộc đời bạn.

Gặp người đã từng yêu bạn: Nên nở nụ cười cảm kích với họ vì đã giúp bạn hiểu thêm về tình yêu.

Gặp người từng ghét cay ghét đắng bạn: Nên cười xã giao với họ vì họ làm bạn trở nên kiên cường hơn.

Gặp người đã từng phản bội bạn: Nên nói chuyện với họ vì nếu như không phải họ, ngày hôm nay bạn sẽ không hiểu biết gì về thế giới này.

Gặp người bạn đã từng yêu: Nên chúc phúc cho họ, bởi vì khi yêu, bạn chẳng đã từng mong muốn họ vui vẻ hạnh phúc đó sao?

Gặp người đi qua vội vàng cuộc đời bạn: Cần cảm ơn họ đã đi qua cuộc đời này của bạn, bởi vì họ là một bộ phận sắc màu trong cụôc sống phong phú và đa dạng của bạn.

Gặp người đã từng hiểu lầm bạn: Hãy nhân thể giải quyết sự ngộ nhận, bởi vì bạn có thể chỉ có một cơ hội này để giải thích mà thôi.

Và hãy cảm ơn một nửa của bạn hiện nay bởi vì người ấy đã yêu bạn, vì bạn và người ấy đang hạnh phúc.

The cracked pot

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each 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 arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.

But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.

“I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”

“Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”

“I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”

A test of love

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station.

He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.

In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II.

During the next year and one-month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A Romance was budding.

Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.

When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York.

"You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel."

So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.

I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:

A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive.

I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.

"Going my way, sailor?" she murmured.

Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.

I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.

And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.

This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment.

"I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"

The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile.

"I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"

Great attitude

Once a bird asked a bee, "After a continuous hard-work, you prepare the honey. But a man steals the honey. Do you not feel sad?"

Then the bee replied: "Never… Because a man can only steal my honey not the art of making honey..!!"

Weakness or Strength

Sometimes our biggest weakness can become our biggest strength. Take, for example, the story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to study Judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

The boy began lessons with an old Japanese Judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.

“Sensei,” the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?”

“This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know.” – the sensei replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.

Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened.

“No,” the sensei insisted, “Let him continue.”

Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.

On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

“Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”

“You won for two reasons,” the sensei answered. “First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grap your left arm.”

 

The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength. Sometimes our biggest weakness can become our biggest strength.

Why we shout in anger

A Hindu saint who was visiting river Ganges to take bath found a group of family members on the banks, shouting in anger at each other. He turned to his disciples smiled and asked, ‘Why do people shout in anger shout at each other?’

Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, ‘Because we lose our calm, we shout.’ ‘But, why should you shout when the other person is just next to you? You can as well tell him what you have to say in a soft manner.’ asked the saint.

Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the other disciples.

Finally the saint explained, ‘When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other to cover that great distance.

What happens when two people fall in love? They don’t shout at each other but talk softly. Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is either nonexistent or very small…’

The saint continued, ‘When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally, they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that’s all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.’

He looked at his disciples and said, ‘So when you argue do not let your hearts get distant. Do not say words that distance each other more, or else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.’

A glass of milk

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.

He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk.

He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"

"You don't owe me anything," she replied."Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."

He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart." As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.

Year's later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill.

She read these words..... "Paid in full with one glass of milk"

(Signed)

Dr. Howard Kelly.

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."