Stories are a very powerful way to communicate and convey messages. With a story, you can cut though the need for excess verbiage in a presentation, and in one fell swoop, deliver a pithy or funny massive to a captive audience.
Al of us love to hear stories because we can take the moral of the story shard, make it our own, and retell it with added nuances or modified words. The best stories often linger in our minds and demands that we retell them; their massage often incisive, strong, true. I find that good stories don’t get tired.
We can read or hear them over and over again, and they hold our attention, convey their wisdom or humor as if for the first time.
The wise woman’s stone
A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.
“I’ve been thinking, “he said, “I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me something more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.
Lady gets on a bus
A lady gets on a public bus. Without saying a word, she gestures to the bus driver by sticking her thumb on her nose and waving her fingers at the driver.
The driver acknowledges the lady, turns to her and uses both hands in the same type of gesture and waves all his fingers at her.
The woman holds her right arm at the driver and chops at it a few times with her left hand.
Then the driver puts his left hand on his right bicep and jerks his right arm up in a fist at her. The woman then cups both of her hands under her breast and lifts gently. So the driver places both of his hands at his crotch and gently lifts up. Then the woman frowns, runs a finger up between her derriere, and gets off the bus.
There is another woman sitting in the front row of the bus who witnessed the whole exchange. She speaks up, “that was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen on a public bus, what the hell were you doing?”
“listen lady,” stats the gruff bus driver “the lady that got on the bus was before was deaf-mute.
She asked me if the bus went to 5th street. I said no, we go to 10th street. She asked if we make many stops. I told her that this was the express. She asked if we go by the dairy, and I told her we go by the ballpark. She said “shit, I’m on the wrong bus, “and got off”.
Socks and shoes
A little boy about 10 years old was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold. A lady approached the boy and said, “my little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly in that window? “I was asking God to give me pair of shoes< “was the boys reply
The lady took him by the hand and went into the store and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks foe the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her. She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with a towel.
By this time the clerk had returned with the socks placing a pair upon the boy’s feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes. She tied up the reaming pair of socks and gave them to him. She patted him on the head and said, “no doubt, my little fellow, you feel more comfortable now?”
As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught her by the hand, and looking up in her face, with tears his eyes, answered the question with these words: “are you Gods Wife?”