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Two Anecdotes

          1. Literary figure Franz Kafka (1883-1924),  a40, who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.

Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a story that continued until the end of Kafka's life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.

"It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought the doll with her to her happy home.

A year later Kafka died.  Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:  "Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."

Embrace the change. It's inevitable for growth. Together we can shift pain into wonder and love, but it is up to us to consciously and intentionally create that connection.

          2. An old Maori farmer writes to his son in prison; Kia ora my son, this year i wont be able to plant the kumara and potatoes because can't dig the field by myself, i know if you were here, you would help me son.

The son writes back; Kia ora dad doesn't even think of digging the field because that's where I buried all the money i stole.

The police read what the Son wrote in the letter and the next day the whole field was dug up and the Police were looking for the money but nothing was found.

The following day the son wrote again... Now plant the potatoes and kumara dad. It's the best I can do from here.                    (Courtesy)