Benefit of Sharing – Sorrow Halved; Joy Doubled! (Post No.6396)

 Compiled  by London Swaminathan

Date: 16 May 2019

British Summer Time uploaded in London –  20–33 am

Post No. 6396

Pictures shown here are taken from various sources including google, Wikipedia, Facebook friends and newspapers. This is a non- commercial blog. ((posted by AND

A mother who was in the habit of asking her children, before they retired at night, what they had done to make others happy, found her two daughters silent.

She spoke tenderly of habits and dispositions founded on the golden rule, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. It is in the Vidura Niti , Tamil Veda Tirukkural and the Bible.

Still these bright little faces were bowed in silence, and the question was repeated.
“I cannot remember anything good all this day, dear mother, said one of the little girls.; only one of my classmates was happy, because she had gained the head of the class, and I smiled on her, and ran to kiss her. She said I was good. That is all dear mother”.

The other spoke still more tenderly,
“A little girl who sat with me on the bench at school, lost a little brother; and I saw that, while she studied her lessons, she hid her face in the book and wept . I felt sorry, and laid my face on the same book, and wept with her. Then she looked up, and was comforted, and put her arms around my neck; but I don’t know why she said I had done her good.”

It is a remarkable circumstance, but a true one, that the joy is increased by the same thing that lessens sorrow, by sharing it with another.

Every man rejoices twice, says Jeremy Taylor, when he has a partner of his joy. A friend shares my sorrow, takes half of it away; but he shares my joy, and makes it double.


How to stop Swearing!

Rowland Hill was once returning from Ireland, and found himself much annoyed by the conduct of the captain and mate , who were both given to the habit of swearing. First the captain swore at the mate, then the mate at the captain; then they both swore at the wind, when Mr Hill called out with a strong voice, for fair play;

“Stop, stop”, I cried.
“If you please, gentlemen, let us have fair play. It is my turn now.”
“At what is your turn?” asked the captain.
“At swearing”.

“Well, they waited and waited, till their patience was exhausted, and then told me to haste and take my turn. I told them that I had a right to take my own time”.

To this the captain replied, with a laugh,
“Perhaps you don’t mean to take your turn at all”.
“Pardon me, captain, I answered, that I do, as soon as I can find the good of doing so”.
Mr Hill didn’t hear another oath for the rest of the voyage.