Hello all,

Thanksgiving day is soon approaching and I have something really important to say. If you are following me, then please understand my delayed writing style. Most of the gaps in publishing is due to my lack of motivation to get busy writing and the other gap in writing is due to me wanting you to absorb the messages I am putting out there for you to read. Deep as they may read - the message is clear and precise. The good message behind each post is that you can read each one daily and always stay ahead of conflict when you absorb my communications in writing.



This sets the stage for today's blog on greed and deceitfulness It always catches up with you in the worse ways. You can fool some of the people some of the time but you cannot fool all of the people all of the time!!!!!! A man just walks up to me and starts talking. Here is what he had to say. By the way, I was at the mall in the food court when this information was exchanged with me. I found this information so compelling until I knew this was my next blog. So now I am sharing it with you.



Take for instance this story I am about to share with you. A stranger off the streets came and shared this with me this week. I was minding my own business and he just starts talking. And now I am going to share with you the story about deceit. It's called The Window.

There were once 2 men, both seriously ill, in the same small room of a great hospital. Quite a small room, it had one window looking out to the world. One of the men as part of his treatment, was allowed to sit up in bed for 1 hour in the afternoon (something to do with draining the fluid from his lungs) His bed was next to the window. But the other man had to spend his entire day flat on his back.

Every afternoon when the man next to the window was propped up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing what he could see outside. The window apparently overlooked a park where there was a lake.

There were ducks and swans in the lake, and children came to throw them bread and sail model boats. Young lovers walked hand in hand beneath the trees, and there were flowers and stretches of grass, games and games of softball. And at the back, behind the fringe trees, was a fine view of the city skyline.

The man on his back would listen to the other man describe all of this, enjoying every minute. He heard how a child nearly fell into the lake, and how beautiful girls were in their summer dresses. His friend's descriptions eventually made him feel he could almost see what was happening outside.

Then one fine afternoon, the thought struck him. Why should the man next to the window have all the pleasure 0f seeing what was going on? Why shouldn't he get the chance? He felt ashamed, but the more he tried not to think like that, the worse he wanted a change. He'd do anything!! One night as he stared at the ceiling, the other man suddenly woke up, coughing, choking, his hands groping for the button that would bring the nurse running. But the man watched without moving---even when the sound of breathing stopped. In the morning.,the nurse found the other man dead, and quietly took his body away.

As soon as it sounded decent, the man asked if he could be switched to the bed next to the window. So they moved him, and tucked him, and made him quite comfortable. The minute they left, he propped himself up on one elbow,painfully and laboriously, and looked out the window.

It faced a blank wall.

---Author Unknown