Okanagan Panorama

Saturday, 12 September 2020 07:52

The Father's Hand

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The father's handA young man went to seek an important position at a large printing company. He passed the initial interview and was going to meet the director for the final interview. The director saw his resume, it was excellent. And asked,'
"Have you received a scholarship for school?" The boy replied, "No".
'It was your father who paid for your studies? '' Yes.' He replied.
'Where does your father work? ' 'My father is a Blacksmith'
Thursday, 13 August 2020 12:00


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balloons backgroundA wise teacher once brought balloons to school, told her pupils to blow them up and write their name on one. After the children tossed their balloons into the hall, the teacher moved through the hall mixing them all up.

The kids were given five minutes to find the balloon with their name on it, but though they searched frantically, no one found their own balloon.

Then the teacher told them to take the balloon closest to them and give it to the person whose name was on it. In less than two minutes, everyone was holding their own balloon.

The teacher said to the children, “These balloons are like happiness. We won't find it when we're only searching for our own. But if we care about someone else's happiness...it will ultimately help us find our own.”

Source: Unknown

Thursday, 06 August 2020 07:39

Your New Car

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A father said to his daughter: You graduated with honors, here is a car that I acquired many years ago... it is several years old.
But before I give it to you, take it to the used car lot downtown and tell them I want to sell it and see how much they offer you.
The daughter went to the used car lot, returned to her father and said, "They offered me $1,000 because it looks very worn out."
Thursday, 06 August 2020 07:33


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As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.
It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
Monday, 12 December 2016 13:36

The Trap

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RatA rat looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife opening a package. What food might it contain? He was aghast to discover that it was a rat trap. Retreating to the farmyard the rat proclaimed the warning;

"There is a rat trap in the house, a rat trap in the house!"

Friday, 02 December 2016 13:23

Sand Castles

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SandcastlesHot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves.

A little boy is on his knees scooping and packing the sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket.

Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.

All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A sand-castle will be built.

Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.

A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.

Sunday, 27 November 2016 08:16

The Beginning of Stories

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Rocks in forestA long , long time ago, the world was without stories. Winters were cold and when the wind piled the snow against the longhouse, the people were sad.

One cold winter day, a young boy went hunting. The snow made the hunting easy and he shot several partridges then he sat down on a large rock to rest. A voice rumbled from the rock, "Listen, I will tell you a story."

The boy was startled and jumped to his feet and looked all around but there was no one. He was puzzled and sat down on the rock again. Again a voice from the rock rumbled, "Listen, I will tell you a story." The boy looked around and called out "Who are you? What is a story'"

Sunday, 27 November 2016 07:46

A Taste of Wisdom

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Salt spoonsA wise elderly master grew tired of his Apprentice complaining about his misfortunes, and so, one morning, he sent him for some salt. When the Apprentice returned, the 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. "Bitter," spit the Apprentice.

The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take the same handful of salt and put it in the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby lake, and once the Apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the old man said, "Now drink from the lake."