Hello Everyone, @kingst here with the announcement for the STACH Short Story Contest #26.
What is a Short Story.
A short story is a story with a fully developed theme but significantly shorter and less elaborate than a novel. It makes use of plot, resonance, and other dynamic components to a far greater degree than is typical of an anecdote. You can read it in less than 90 seconds.
Contest Rules:
•Write a Short Story based on the topic that will be given every week.
•Write an Original Short Story (Plagiarism will be flagged and reported).
•The Story must contain no more than 199 words.
•One entry per user.
•Story should be pasted in the comment section below, no links.
•Contestants are permitted to post their stories in an article on their blog, so they also get upvotes from the @stach trail.
Winners Selection.
Winners will be selected based on the topic, story plot, number of words and delivery as determined by the selected Judge. One word above 199, disqualifies the entry.
Contest Topic.
Write a 199 words story based on One grain does not fill a sack, but it helps.
Prize.
FIVE winners will be selected for a share of the 15SBD. The story with the most interaction gets a 1SBD prize from @ejemai.
First Prize: ----------------------4SBD
Second Prize: ------------------3.5SBD
Third Prize: ---------------------3SBD
Fourth Prize: -------------------2.5SBD
Fifth Prize: ----------------------2SBD
Good luck guys!
Sharpen your writing skills and throw in some inspiring short stories. XO!
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A young man during his childhood was bothered for many years by his classmate, as the years went by while working in his office, a client with a very familiar aspect came to him. When he asked his name he realized that it was that same child who He made him live the worst days during his childhood. He kindly asks, do you remember me? the confused man says "No, from where we know each other" and he responds quickly "I'm José, the child you used to bother at school every day"
When he hears these words, the embarrassed man tells him that if he remembers him, that he forgives him and that he thinks it's better to leave, but at that moment José gets up and says "No, I'm grateful to you and I will not charge you a dime for the work, you taught me the greatest lesson of my life, you taught me to forgive "
A GRAIN DOES NOT FILL A SACK BUT AS A HELP.
Daniela, a humble and enterprising young woman, works in a very important company in her city, every day she prepares to do her job better than the day before; One day like any other, a person came to this place who offered him a business that could change his life, economically, he could buy that house that he loved so much for him and his family, he could pay the studies to his younger brothers and above all study that career that she so longed for. There would be so many things that could improve in his life, but there was a problem that worried her, was that the business they proposed was against their principles and values, was diverting funds from the company, after her dreaming a bit about everything what he could achieve if he accepted, he flattered reality and decided to make a difference that day, and gave up. We must make a difference wherever we go, acting with our values and principles, because in every gesture, or expression of values we are marking the lives around us, although we do not notice it at first glance, but one can only make a difference .
Rafael's Dream
Since he was a child Rafael and his family had always lived in rented houses so they always had to move when the owner of the house evicted them. Rafael's dream was to build a house for his large family, five brothers and their parents.
Rafael began working at a young age in a company dedicated to the construction of houses as a bricklayer, thanks to his effort and his work he was soon promoted to foreman and earned a better salary which he used to help with the household expenses and he still had some money left.
Little by little, grain by grain, he started to buy materials such as blocks and cement to build the house of his dreams all by himself with the help of some friends. He devoted the weekends and any time he had to this construction. It took him more than a year to finish the job and for his mother's birthday he handed her the keys to his small but cozy house that would now be his home.
Daniel an orphan child who lost his parents to a ghastly motor accident at ten, leaving him to fend for his sister Rose at an early age. He got a job as a cleaner in an eatery where he was paid ten thousand monthly which wasn't enough to sustain him and his sister. He struggled so hard so that he could send his sister back to school again, engaging in other menial jobs outside his job to make it a reality.
One day, Rose fell very ill. She had developed peptic ulcer as a result of starvation due to lack of food. Her condition became critical that Daniel rushed her to the hospital but the doctor demanded he makes a deposit which he didn't have. So he ran off, leaving his sister in the hospital to source for the funds. On his way out, he met a man crying and begging "please help me sir, my only reason for existence is dying, anything you give will go a long way." They man gave him the only money he had. Onlookers who observed this from a distance started contributing and he got more than enough to save his sister's life.
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Nice story dear. Interesting!
Nice story
Nice Work
My Legacy
Walking along the shore of the beach Sofia collects the waste left by tourists on the beautiful beaches of her city, when she was little she did it every Sunday with her father and it was a way to follow his legacy, together they saved many birds whose heads were left trapped in plastic bottles when they were looking for food. Her father taught her that nature had to take care of her and she was a volunteer in an organization whose mission was the protection of the environment.
Sofia married and had two small children, she had a full-time job that kept her very busy but she was committed to the organization and Sunday was her day to help with this noble task. She thought that she was contributing with a grain in that huge sack that represented the world
Michel when he started was very humble, although now his store was successful, he never forgot his origins. His grandmother taught him hard and honest work. When she passed away she left him the only thing of value that she had, a cameo that passed from generation to generation to the women of the family, but her grandmother having no daughters, and her only son had only one male Michel received the cameo.
His grandmother to give it to him said: "It's not worth much, but you can sell it and the money you get for the cameo, you've made your dreams come true."
Michel sold the cameo, and with the money he was given he started his business, little by little he multiplied his investment. The years have passed and now Michel helps other merchants by giving them small loans to start their businesses
There was a blind man who was sitting on the sidewalk, with a cap at his feet and a piece of wood that, written in white chalk, said:
"PLEASE HELP ME, I AM BLIND".
A creative advertising man who passed him stopped and looked at a few coins that were in the cap and without asking permission he took the sign, turned it over, took a chalk and wrote another advertisement and put the piece of wood back on blind man's feet and he left.
In the afternoon the creative went back to the blind man who asked for alms, but this time his cap was full of bills and coins
The blind man recognized his steps and asked him if he had been the one who rewrote his poster and, above all, what he had written.
The publicist replied:
"Nothing that is not as true as your ad, but with other words."
He smiled and went on his way.
the blind man never knew it, but his new sign read:
"TODAY IS SPRING, AND I CAN NOT SEE IT"
Great post.
Thank you for reading.
Excellent Post
Thanks :)
A beautiful story
Thanks :)
Beautiful words, they leave a beautiful teaching.
Thanks :)
Muy buen post, saludos.
Gracias.
Me encantó la historia.
Un placer para mi que te hayas tomado el tiempo de leerla y disfrutarla. Saludos.
A beautiful post
Thanks.
Great post.
Thanks.
Amazing post.
Thanks.
Muy buen post.
Muy bonita historia, sigue escribiendo así.
Muy interesante todas esas palabras, me llegaron al corazón.
Gracias, saludos.
Great post.
Thanks.
Al leer tu historia me diste la inspiración para hacer la mía, aunque la hice con un ciego igual.
Gracias.
Amazing words.
Thanks
Interesante historia.
Gracias.
Hey, a beautiful story :) :) :)
Thanks.
Amazing work.
Gracias
Muy buen post.
Gracias
Muy buen post, saludos.
Gracias
Greetings brother, I am sorry to have to comment on your story, but I just realized that you are committing plagiarism and spam. Something totally harmful for our beautiful steemit community that is looking for honest and quality people. You have created about 15 accounts to vote your posts, and also comment your own story, obviously your intention is bad, you want to win somehow the SBD that rapartira @ejemai are being completely selfish, I hope you do not take this comment badly, and you see it as an advice for you to exert yourself and create content and also original stories. You are damaging the @stach contest so please stop. God bless you.
The story that you copied and pasted here can easily be seen in the following link:
And to verify that the accounts are simply to vote and comment, creating plagiarism and spam; we go to the blog of all those who have commented on this story.
If I'm wrong, let me know.
The links you gave are in spanish, hence i could not read them. i used plagiarism checker on this story, and it came out clean. i'd appreciate if you have more proof so we can look into this.
EDIT: after going through the various stories, i have to agree that the user @trebolcoins21 indeed owns all of the accounts. Hence, all the stories posted by those account are hereby disqualified.
http://www.vitasalud.com/historia-ciego-publicista/
In this link the story is published in Spanish, but when making the translation into English we realize that it is similar and has the same message. Only that he changed some words. I am Spanish speaking so I realized when I read that story, a while ago I had already read it.
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David was a spoilt child, not listening to advices and definitely not caring about the wellbeing of others. He had this neighbor, an old widow who had lost almost everything in life. She and David had their first encounter when she requested his help in carrying something she had ordered from the Internet. David told her plainly without mincing words that he had no energy to waste on her, as she had nothing to offer him. Seeing him as a youngster she tried advising him not to look at life that way, but he didn't listen.
Don't know why she kept asking for his help, despite the fact that he kept refusing. On a certain day she asked, he actually decided to help. Reasons for his action was unknown. Maybe there was an ulterior motive.
A night that week, David was beat up badly by an unknown gang. This old widow happened to pass by and saw David lying helplessly. She just kept on walking. David begged her to help him out, reminding her that he helped her in their last encounter. She simply said to him "one grain cannot fill a sack" and left him to die.
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JULIE CRIED
I met Julie in our year one in the university and we became friends when I discovered her simplicity and decency although in different departments in the faculty of Engineering.
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We both came from a poor background but mine was favourable to an extent compared to hers but I
wondered why she was not a flirt even with the lack she was going through and with her beauty.
It was three days to our second semester exam that I saw Julie in a moody look as we studied for our exams. I questioned why she was moody, she delayed to say anything until I forced words out of her mouth and she said to me:
I brought out the 600 naira on me and gave her, for the first time she hugged me as tears rolled down her beautiful face.
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Dictatorship
Persia, the richest country for its minerals, oil and nature, but one of the poorest for its quality of life, both materially and spiritually. His authorities repressed with firearms, whenever another ideology dared to oppose his government. The political leaders made plans to mislead all the people, also treated them like animals, made them go hungry and then give them something to eat, the same thing happened with sick people who needed medicine and so on, until each one governed by the mind. A lot of crime unleashed thanks to them; because they themselves were crime. They killed people because they were different or even worse, they took away their freedom.
On the other hand was Simon, a young dreamer with the spirit of a liberator and with the ability to reach the hearts of people. He began to sow a message in everyone's mind, and in effect, made them open their eyes. One day a crowd took to the streets, without fear and with the hope of a new dawn. More and more people joined us, and with the support of everyone, they dismissed the president and all his corrupt government of inhuman.
This is seen a lot in the Latin countries. Good story.
Brother, I invite you to read it @josegc
It is something similar to what happens in Venezuela today. Thanks for reading my history.
@apoyolatino thank you very much that you have invited me to read such an excellent story.
Thanks to you for reading.
I congratulate you, brother. Reading and practicing are helping you to write better.
That's how it is, brother, I get better every time. Thanks for your tips
Friend your story identifies me because it is the same thing that is happening in my country.
My best wishes for your country friend.
Very good Story, I would like you to continue it in a future.
I will try to keep growing in writing.
@stach contests help me a lot
Friend, you are very good at writing, your story identifies many people who have gone through a dictatorial government. @jesuscarrasquero
Thanks for reading friend
Something similar to what you tell in your story, is happening in my country Venezuela and it is unfortunate.
It is very unfortunate that this happens, I hope everything will be over very soon.
It is sad that this happens. Greetings friend steemians! I was touched.
My regards, brother
I congratulate you! You have a new follower thanks to your story.
OH that is incredible. I have a new follower, thanks
The reality of my land.
How sad. Thanks for comment @elvisr
Fascinating Story @jesuscarrasquero
Thanks @zuleef
We Venezuelans feel identified with your writing, very good the truth.
I hope they take their president out soon. A lot of strength
No one trusted me, and most of the time not even me. My father was a drunk and my mother was a gambler. I did not exist for them. But still I did not give up, because I really did not have another option or I would end up like many of my family.
I finished school while collaborating in a partnership to help homeless people, but our budget was not enough, and it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to take advantage of the human potential of those we helped, and that is how the project began to help the association. From now who could and would, would sell all kinds of pastry and cookies, and the money generated would make a salary for these homeless people that some had not had a job in decades, and the rest for the charitable association.
Nothing went back to the way it was before; the homeless now had a purpose and hope. We managed to extend the help to more people. Maybe the world will not change radically, a grain does not fill a sack, but it helps.
“Consistency is Success”. This was my favourite quote from Anthony Ime who happens to be my earliest mentor in life. I used to be really confused about what I wanted to do in life until I met him and he taught me a lot of principles of Success but he always hammered down to suggesting that being consistent would guarantee success on the long run.
I remember back then in February this year when I was frustrated that I wasn’t earning much from steemit. As usual, I decide to find someone who would mentor me on how progress could be made on steemit. I met @ifioklee and he suggested that I should “keep posting everyday”.
I wouldn’t say I am perfect yet, but since the day I took his advice to heart, my experience here on steemit has been better by the day. I now see the result of the little efforts I put into this. I now try to post everyday and every post I have made has increased my wallet balance from what it used to be to what it is now.
Indeed, I have learnt that little efforts sum up over time to become meaningful progress.
excelent
thank you for reading. I'm grateful
Fred in the depth.
San Felix was a town that did not have Internet, nor with satellite signal, it was a restricted area. Adam and Fred were on a mission, which was to write a report saying if the mines were profitable or not. They traveled and began to investigate. Adam went to the front for being the leader and Fred followed him from a distance. They approached a cave, and before entering, you hear a scream and a blow, Adam scared turns to see and there is no one, it was assumed that Fred was coming from behind Where is he? He ran to the place where his partner had to be and got a big hole where he must have fallen. Fred fainted at the impact, thought Adam, and quickly left the mines. He spoke with a peasant, advised him to look for a rope and also gave him one. The rope was very short so he decided to go from house to house and collect as many strings as possible. He joined the ropes and with the help of the peasant he was able to get his friend fainted and injured by the fall.
“One grain does not fill a sack, but it helps,” her mother always said, annoying her.
Days turned into weeks and then into years, and her poor mother rented a house and took them off the street. She also sent Ijeoma through school and started a small selling business which somehow fed them, but Ijeoma didn’t still find a reason to be grateful.
The day her mind changed, she woke up like every other day, and ticked one more box, counting down to when she would be able to leave her mother, counting down to the day she would turn eighteen.
The silence was the first indication that something was wrong; her mother sang every morning to her annoyance.
As she peeped into her mother’s corner, she saw her staring into nothingness, drenched and stained with blood from her mouth.
She remembered vaguely hearing her cough during the night, and had done back to sleep when the cough died down.
While she had gone back to sleep, her mother had slept the sleep of death.
Her mother was buried the same week, but Ijeoma never got over missing her.
Ijeoma finally understood that her mother was the one grain.
When Frederick and Anahis married they had no home to live. They lived one year with Anahís' mother. Then one more year in the house of a brother of Frederick, until they gave the option to buy for a house whose owners were desperate for not being able to pay the Bank and both Frederick and Anahís had gathered little by little the necessary money to be able to fulfill the obligations of late payment of the property they acquired. They moved to their new house and there their second son was born. Frederick and Anahís continued to work and educate their two children.
Currently Frederick and Anahís are retired and their children graduated, working, and have given them the satisfaction of five beautiful grandchildren.
Frederick and Anahís are dedicated to share with their beautiful grandchildren all the time they can and help them in their homework, what they could not do with their children for being working.
This family has remained together and united in good times and bad, giving example of love, faith and perseverance and their slogan is "together we can achieve the best" because ONE GRAIN DOES NOT FILL A SACK, BUT IT HELPS.
https://steemit.com/stach/@fatimap/stach-short-story-contest-26-one-grain-does-not-fill-a-sack-but-it-helps
Great history, congratulations
Thank you
Excelellent, best regards
Thanks for your good wishes
Very goog history, family reflections ;)
Thank you very much, fatyelisp
Begging of Indian children.
These children bring their parents to the city to ask, sleep in the street, for the precarious situation in the villages of indigenous race, where they live.
Of innocent faces, barefoot, in guayucos, sometimes dirty, this story is real, it happens in any country of Venezuela.
I was in my car, waiting for the change of the traffic light, a ragged child approached me, barefoot, he does not speak, he just stretches out his hand, my face also makes a grimace, I raise my eyebrow, what do you mean, I ask? You do not talk baby, your age is not more than five years, I ask you and your mom ?, I see her sitting on the sidewalk, and the brothers were doing the same thing asking other people in their vehicles, I know that giving money, will not contribute, Then I put my hand in my wallet, I always have some trinkets, I took out a package of cookies, and I saw his smile, which for me was to say thank you, he ran excitedly, to take it and share it with his mother.
"A smile is worth more than a thousand words"
A GRAIN DOES NOT FILL A SACK BUT AS A HELP.
This is the story of a humble family composed of parents Elias and Marta and their four children: Rafael, Tobias, Sandra and Andrea. The pope worked as a carpenter many hours a day in order to obtain the sustenance of his beloved family, the mother washed and ironed other people's clothes. They had many needs but with what little they earned they could meet the needs of food, clothing and education, the problem was when their children demanded a toy, some candy they had to explain with much love that could not please because there were other needs . Thank God they understood and valued how little they were given. All the children studied and over time they managed to become professionals and today they give thanks to their parents who, with the few resources they had, managed to take their four children forward.
Raul was a businessman who had fallen into ruin, had lost a whole day in the morning awake and sees that the only thing he has left is $ 15, and would have to see what to do with it. She decides to buy food and wait for it to end and then die of hunger. On her way to the store she sees a child crying inconsolably and asks what's wrong and the boy tells him he has a lottery ticket and if he does not sell it He would not have to take the food and medicine to his Mom and his younger brother who was sick, Raul puts his hands on his head and touches his pocket and tells the boy I only have these $ 15 and can not pay for that ticket but it will help you in something because a grain does not fill the sack but it helps.
ONE GRAIN DOES NOT FILL A SACK, BUT IT HELPS.
The building was on fire and we could only hear the cries of a baby, the fire still had not stifled the apartment, it took the arrival of the firefighters, but that boy without much thought made the decision to enter and save that little boy and who knows if there was someone else. All repeated that he would not survive the hell that was generated in the entrance of the building, where you will enter? Intelligently began to climb up the railings of the balconies on the facade, and so he came up to the second floor and we saw how in a few minutes he came out with the baby in her arms, shouted from above i can listen to more people in the hallway! A few minutes later help arrived…
We stayed there until it was all over, and said the fire chief: A grain does not fill a bag, but it helps! And he added: and that help!!, without the location of the victims who gave us that young, it would have been saved, would have taken a little over an hour to find them, that great intuition, only our God is capable of this.
O&G test results are out!!
The whole classroom reverberated with the news as everyone scrambled for their phones to check their results online. I got up immediately and headed for the door. "Presh where are you going?"
"I forgot my purse in the hostel, let me get it before the next lecturer comes in".
She knew that was a lie. I had seen my result, my score was 55 and the class average was 70. "I must not cry, I must not cry.."
This was the 3rd CA test and I still maintained my position in the class...BOTTOM! Not that I wasn't trying, My previous scores were 44,52, and now 55!!
Debbie followed me till i got to the base of the stairs "Presh wait, whats wrong with you! Why are you crying?"
"Didn't you see, i got the lowest score in class again!!"
"Of course i did, but you missed something, what's the minimum total score to pass?"
"Its 150, and so? You think i've made it just because mine is 151? It still doesn't matter, let me be..."
"It matters dear, one grain does not fill a sack but it helps".
Kendra was seated on her veranda alongside her two kids enjoying their sumptuous meal of cocoyam with palm oil.
While eating, a young man approached her and narrated how he got robbed by arm robbers, losing all his money. He came from afar to write his final examination. The examination was kickstarting few minutes later and he had to pay his examination fee but he had no money.
Kendra had pity on him but unfortunately, she didn't have much money to give the young lad. She only had a five hundred naira which he gave to the lad. He got the money from her and thanked her. He eventually meant someone who gave him the complete money.
Years later, this young man graduated from school as a doctor and built his hospital. Meanwhile, Kendra was sick of cancer. She was taken to several hospitals but wasn't admitted cause she had insufficient money to pay. Unknowing to her, she was taken to the hospital owned by this young boy.
Reaching there, the young man recognized her, she told him everything. She was then treated free of charge. The young man took it upon himself to sponsor her children through school.
This is the story of Pedro and Simón, 2 lumberjacks who spent a lot of time in the woods cutting wood, decided to make a competition to know who cut more trees, Pedro was arrogant he said that there was nobody to cut more trees than he, Simon was Most quiet and humble I only worked for the love of art. One day they decide to start the competition, the first day Pedro did not rest and Simon did, so the days passed and Pedro did not rest, only for the intrigue of winning. The last day of the competition arrived, they began to count the trees, each one had 450 cut trees, Pedro angry and without believing he shouted to him AS WE ARE GOING TO CUT THE SAME AMOUNT OF TREES, IF I DO NOT REST! And serene Simon said YES, BUT WHILE I RESTED "I LOVED MY AX" AND THROUGH IT SHUTED MORE THAN YOURS AND MADE ME WORK EASY! ... We can not be arrogant we must be humble, while doing things with love and From the heart, everything will turn out as good as Simon ... A GRAIN DOES NOT FILL A SACK, BUT HELP.
My 4-year-old godson, cheerful, affectionate and very active. One day my comadre calls me very distressed, the boy did not feel good urine with blood, I told him not to worry you can be an infection, you must take him to the doctor. To the days they gave him the analyzes that had made him, the results were fatal, he had a tumor in one of his kidneys. This news was heartbreaking, the family did not have the resources for medical care my godson needed. I told him, comadre, do not despair, we'll all see how we do. We organized envelopes, we put pictures of the child and his medical report, we gave it to the shops to contribute their granite, we also repaired a stew we went for several days to the street and began to ask for help and little by little it was collected amounts to fund the chemotherapies of my child, today thanks to God and all the people who contributed their granite my godson recovers in the military hospital. After all this embrace my comadre and I said, you saw comadre that "a grain does not fill a bag but as help"
A millionaire named Jhon Castillo was one of the most greedy millionaires of all did not give a penny to anyone, one day Jhon was walking down the street and there was a homeless person and he asked for some coins and Jhon told him why I would have to give you something? And the homeless man said, sir, a grain that does not fill a sack but helps the country, and he said, "And what does that mean? And the indigent told him that the currency he would give me does not enrich or impoverish and he said he will not give you anything and he left that destitute one day and bought a lottery ticket and won 39 million and became a lucky millionaire. his chance Jhon Castillo was bankrupt and the lucky millionaire told him Do you remember me? And John said no, and the millionaire told him I'm the homeless person who one day asked you for some coins, do you remember me? And Jhon said, if ya and the millionaire told Jhon you would be interested in working for me? And Jhon said, of course, but I will not be more greedy.
This is the story of a boy named Kevin, he feels such great love for the people who saw him born that he always wants to participate in all the social events that take place, even though he is a poor kid and could not help economically, nothing stopped him. Every day he went out to the street to see what he could do for his people, even if it was the least, those things fill him with joy. Because seeing his people enjoying a clean town, a pleasant walk, distractions for the little ones, seeing talented kids showing their potential on the courts was what mattered to him.
Attentive to everything they said and asked, in his vocabulary there was no no, if his people would help. Kevin is admired by everyone, he is an excellent human being. Always willing to work, every day he said, a grain does not fill the sack, but it helps.
In a small community in Africa, there existed a very greedy and mean ruler. During his tenure, things got from bad to worse in the community with families dying due to starvation and diseases which they couldn't treat due to poverty meanwhile the household of the ruler and his friends flourished in milk and honey.
Years passed and his tenure as ruler was due. The ruler announced his interest for a 2nd term. On hearing this news, the villagers were all sad.
A new aspirant who was not financially stable but kind was announced. Most people never listened to him as they thought he could never stand a chance with the wicked ruler and as such their vote for him during election would be needless.
After the election, unsurprisingly The wicked ruler came up as the winner but surprisingly with only 5 votes higher than the other aspirant. On hearing this news, the villagers who never went out to vote groaned as they realized that if they went to vote too, the wicked ruler wouldn't emerge as the winner again.
Unfortunately, it was too late when they realized that one grain doesn't fill a sack but it helps.
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Mom ... mom ... did you send the letter? ... no, daughter, I have not had time. But I need you to send it, it's urgent! What is the trouble daughter? All of life there have been wars and the population has not been able to stop them. How can a letter from a second-grade girl, can it bring about peace? ... Yes, Mommy ... I should start ... one letter today and another tomorrow and so on ... until a pile of letters arrive until the top leaders of the world ... we need peace: a world full of harmony, wanting us as brothers. We will do it like that dear daughter, I love you!
Isaac is a gardener, he lives with his youngest son in a humble neighborhood. He is a very hard-working, supportive man with good values and a very noble heart. For things of life could not be formed in a university career, but is professional in what he does. His neighbors have less economic possibilities than his son and he, that family almost never has to eat and this gardener offered them food whenever he could, but his son did not like the idea of giving away the food that his father with effort and dedication I earned it, Isaac taught his son to have a great heart, to give without anything in return, to be humble and in solidarity with others. Cristofer learned that today they are his neighbors, but tomorrow they can be them. The father has a slogan that says, where two eat four eat. They both felt good about themselves when helping people in need and that a grain does not fill a sack, but it helps.
I woke up with the dream of being that big city, of owning my house and not having to live in squalor. However this wasn't the case with what was happening right now.
Well, let's just say I lived that life once. I was the impulse buying, lavish spending kinda playboy and I lost all to that.
My father always stressed the fact that I went to the best schools but I refused to apply what I learnt. He said to fill a sack up, you have to start from one grain. I told him that since the businesses are ongoing, I would always have money to spend. Little did I know I was going to be so broke, a church rat would be in a better position to lend me money.
To cut the story short, he didn't die, like I'm sure you thought he would. What he did was worse, he froze my accounts, seized all my assets and kicked me out until I came to my senses. I'm sure it sucks to be him right now, cos it's been 3 years and I'm still alive, broke, but surviving.
David was on a quest!, A quest to save the world from itself. The earth was no longer friendly to man and neither was man friendly to is fellow man.
David gave all he had to poor and underprivileged but his efforts barely scratched the surface. He need to re-strategize.
David needed a new approach, he sought the advice of his grandfather. His grandfather said something that caused him sleepless nights. The grandfather said “ Money can’t effect the change you need, only an idea”.
David pondered on this for days and nights, till it struck him in his sleep. The idea was simple, help someone and tell the person to pay you back by helping someone and that other person should also pay it forward on and on. Might seem like a little at first, a grain might not fill a sack but it helps.
One grain does not fill a sack, but it helps
Mr. John was a very old man who always left early to sell different seeds in the town. His son Neil Andrew always accompanied him to help him carry the sacks of seeds because the town was through a long path up the mountain. After the sales of all the seeds were completed, Mr. John and his son returned along the path as they did every day to his house, but the old man always kept five Sunflower seeds in his pocket. When walking on the path, he always threw them on the banks every day. One day his son finally asked him: "Dad, why do you throw only five seeds every day if they are so few that it will take a long time to cover the whole path?" His father looks at him and says: "Son, one grain doesn’t fill a sack, but it helps, "and his son replies," Dad I know you're right but, maybe you'll never see those sunflowers bloom ", his dad looks at him smiling again and finally says:" Son, the important thing is not to see the Sunflowers bloom, the important thing is the legacy that one leaves on this earth ".
Venezuela is going through times of adversity and difficulties, for many families it is difficult to get food for each day. Many scenes of sadness are all around us: children, youth, adults and the elderly asking for a grain of food; People looking in the trash hoping to get a grain to carry out their dish, dishes with just a little bit of something in it that abound in the tables and the pale faces and the delegates of the people imploring a grain.
In such a way that solidarity among family members, friends and strangers has become evident in this crisis situation. It is very difficult for each person to eat themselves, much harder is to feed others but when we share them in a grain of what comes to our table, we know that we are not going to take away the lack or hunger of our neighbor, but the grain that we share resolves the need of the moment for those who receive it, that grain does not fill the sack but it helps.
The stomach will stop complaining for a brief moment, but the feeling of joy, gratitude, sure fills the heart forever and helps.
ONE GRAIN DOES NOT FILL SUCK, BUT IT HELPS.
Isa was a very spoiled girl, she lived in a castle with her mother and her father the kings of the kingdom. Despite her malpractice Isa was a child with principles and values, she knew the meaning of equality regardless of social class, religion, etc ... She had a friend who was an orphan and middle class, they met as Rosa ( the friend's name) was the adopted daughter of one of the king's maids.
Isa and Rosa always played princesses, they had a castle and only two of them reigned in it. When it was time to play Rosa, she became very sad because she knew that her dreams of being a Princess lasted a short time.
One day Rosa's mother got sick. Rosa was a little girl and the only thing she had was her mother.
Isa, knowing in the situation that her friend was, decided to invite Rosa every day to her house to play the princesses, she knew how much she liked to play with her.
The little support I could give Rosa was that she was a princess at least 2 hours a day and so clear their minds of their problems.
This will be an exciting contest. I can't wait to devour the amazing stories that would soon start dropping here.
Let me take a front seat.
my entry is coming up soon. Thank you for this opportunity @stach
this would be my first ever contest LOL
One grain does not fill a bag but it helps.
This is a simple story most of us know from the bible.
Standing there in front of Jesus more than five thousand people, hungry after following Jesus for many days. Jesus looking at the crowd needed to prove to them one principle of life. To become great we have to start small. A boy with five loaves of bread and two fishes came out from the crowd. "How can this little meal feed all these people" the disciples complained. Jesus being the Son of God prayed and miraculously the five loaves of bread and two fishes multiplied and was more than enough to feed everybody and remained twelve baskets more. The meal meant for one person had fed more than five thousand people.
One grain does not fill a bag but it helps
A grain does not fill the sack,but it helps
Keep going,persist and practice
Tania was a lover of the arts, what she liked most was to draw, but she still needed a lot to learn and improve, sometimes they told her drawing like a 4 year old girl, this made her feel bad, but still she was still drawing.
One day she set out to improve, that her drawings were more professional, so she dedicated more time to her drawings to make more shadows, mixes, details, what she thought was not much, but the difference.
After a while I noticed that his drawings were more professional, she received comments as you put soul and commitment, so sometimes a little effort and much improvement.
She knows that the road is long and she still has to improve but every effort (granite) will be closer to her goal.
One grain dose'nt fill a sack but it helps
Slow and steady is what truly what matters in life. You might be earning cents now but be consistent and focus today and then tomorrow you might be trending. Yes one grain doesn't fill a sack but it definitely helps, as long as something keeps adding. Don't be discouraged keep your heads up, spend more time on it, go all out for it, it'll surely go smoothly tomorrow.
Remember, there is no harm in trying, gather as much as you can before famine.
The farmer that sleeps during farming, will have nothing to harvest during harvest season.
A grain does not fill the bag but It helps
Franco was not good at math, in fact he hated them, many times he was missing that class so he did not have to see that subject.
The final exams arrived, the teacher spoke with him, he told him this is your last chance for you to pass maths, frankly he got the nerves of points.
She told her best friend Michelle that she was not going to fail math that he was not good at, Michelle told him all this in what you set out to do and get it.
Franco looked for books, his notes, met outside of school hours to study, could not sleep on nerves just thought about approving.
His weekend friends told him to play video games, he stayed studying, he remembered the words of his teacher and his mind told him not to insists you will fail, but that thought I throw it away and studied.
The day of the final exams arrived at the end of the afternoon her teacher called him: congratulations, you have approved, and I jump of happiness
One day a young man was sitting in a very hungry square and without having anything to eat, just in front of him was passing an elegant lady with large bags of food, she noticing how they lit the eyes of that boy to see their bags were he moved and said
"Hello Young, you can take one of these bags if you wish"
The young man full of grief selected one and full of emotion went home to prepare something to eat
The next day the young man full of gratitude went to sit in the same square, but this time he had a tray with a sandwich that he had prepared hoping to meet that nice woman again, when he saw her pass again in front of him he said
"Hello, I do not know if I remember I'm the young man from yesterday and here I brought him a sandwich, I did not have money to buy him something and thank him for what he did for me yesterday, but what he gave me I brought him"
The moved woman cried and from that day I always seek to help others
During the last year of school, a teacher placed an exam. All students quickly read all the questions, until they got to the last one, which read: What is the name of the woman who cleans the bathrooms and how old are you? Surely it was a joke all thought since I had seen many times the woman who cleaned the school. She was tall, dark hair, about fifty years old, but ... how could they know his name?
One of the students handed in his exam, leaving the last question blank. Before the class ended, he asked the teacher if the last question would be for the exam note. "Of course," said the professor. In your lives you will meet many people. All are important. All deserve their attention and care, although they only smile and say: Hello!
A certain day a man found himself on one of his trips, a very beautiful and expensive gem and put it in his pocket. After spending a few hours he met a traveler and when he opened his pocket to get money, the traveler saw the jewel and asked for it.
The man kindly gave it to him without further ado. The traveler thanked him and went full of joy with that unexpected and valuable gift that would be enough to give him wealth and security all the rest of his days. However, a few days later he returned in search of that kind man who gave it to him, found it, returned the jewel and begged him: "Now I beg you to give me something of much more value than this jewel. Give me, please, what allowed you to give it to me. "
A boy was going to school one day walking to school very happy because he would see his friends again, when he was about to arrive he found a dirty and barefoot child and seeing his heart broke into pieces and took off his shoes and said the child "Take my shoes, I'll give them to you" the boy said "you really want to give me your shoes" and the boy replies "Of course put them on" after putting them on the boy went on his way to school and when his teacher arrived Seeing him barefoot and his classmates laughing at him worried and said "We can go outside to talk" the boy immediately responds "If teacher happens" and the teacher hesitantly asks "Why do not you bring shoes" and the boy's response that tears came from his face, because he said "I brought them a teacher but I wanted to donate them along the way"
A student of arts was performing in front of one of the best painters in the country, according to him, he had finished the painting and I called him to evaluate it.
As he approached, that great painter observed the work with care and concentration for a while. Then, he asked the student for the palette and the brushes. With great skill he gave a few strokes here and there. When that artist returned the paintings to the student, the painting had changed remarkably.
The student was amazed; before his eyes the work had gone from mediocre to sublime and I ask that great man:
How is it possible that with a few touches they have changed the painting so much? and that man with a firm voice said "You must learn that any detail is important, you must always give everything or it will not be enough"
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THE PROTECTOR OF OUR PLANT
Tommi is a very environmentalist, he has always said that our planet is our ecological home, and helping to preserve it and nurture our environment helps us grow and evolve spiritually.
For years he has given the task in his house to classify the domestic waste in garbage dumps of colors where he places the waste by his nature. He has instilled in his children environmental awareness and with this information in the future they can contribute to preserving nature. He tells his children we are part of the animal kingdom. And when you talk to your friends in your community you always propose that we should teach our children to respect and enjoy the life of our planet and become aware, since we are part of a perfect harmony. His friends respect him very much for the way of being of Tommi, They say that he is a grain that does not fill the sack but helps in something in the conservation of our planet.
A man was on his way home and in the distance, he saw an injured vehicle and stops, when he gets off he tells the lady who was driving what can I help him with? "The woman quickly told her" I ran out of gas " The man kindly offered to take her to the nearest pump and help her solve her problem.
Years later the same man was in a supermarket and already had his bags ready but his card did not want to pass and disappointed he was about to leave when he heard in the distance a voice that told him to "wait" the turn quickly to see where that voice came from which was very familiar to him, when he looked he was facing that same woman of many years ago who had helped with his vehicle and said "Remember that day when you helped me with my car?" the man quickly answered "clear" and she he replied "That day my mother was about to die, if it were not for you I could not have told her for the last time that I loved her so come, I will pay for your bags"
On a small and poor city called Kimen, there was a child, who had a very poor family. He used to walk many miles everyday, to another town to go to school, and then he used to go to another town to job in many places to get some coins to give it to his famlily. One day on the way to his school a strange man with long brown hair close to the child and without saying nothing gave him 3 coins. The child very happy went to the store and bought food for his family, a good shop for the first time.