Who pressed your buttons?

Do people press your buttons? Does something that happens in the morning, still bug you in the afternoon? In the evening? AND when you go to bed that night?

There is a story of two monks on a pilgrimage who had travelled far during the rainy season. They needed to cross a dangerous river which had burst it’s banks. Standing by the edge of the water was a finely dressed and attractive young woman and she pleaded with the two monks to help her across. The monks were of an order that were forbidden to speak or to touch women. The younger of the monks turned away and ignored her, but the older monk swept her up onto his shoulder and carried her across putting her down safe and sound on the other side. They parted company with the woman and continued on their travels.

The younger Monk was furious and he went on and on, berating the older monk, accusing him of betraying his order and his vows. Who did he think he was? Was was he thinking? Did he realise what he had done? What right had he to do this? He was the eldest, and should have been setting an example! For miles they continued their travels and eventually, after hours of continuous scolding, they came to a clearing. The elder monk stopped  and turned to face the younger. After a moment of silence, he said in a soft voice, gentle with compassion “my brother, I put that woman down an hour ago. It is you that is still carrying her”

If someone cut you up on the roundabout, this morning on the way to work, and flipped you the bird and you are still angry about it when you get in the car to drive home – consider this…..

If someone gives a gift to you of anger, and you do not accept this gift. Who does the anger belong to?

Consider this and GROW!


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