The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the water close to Japan has not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring the fish. If the return trip took more time, the fish were not fresh.

ژاپنی ها همواره عاشق ماهی تازه هستند. ولی آب نزدیک ژاپن برای چند دهه ماهی زیادی نداشت. بنابراین برای فراهم کردن غذای ژاپنی ها ، قایق های ماهی گیری بزرگتر شدند و مسافتی بیشتر از قبل را طی می کردند. هرچه ماهیگیران دورتر می رفتند، بیشتر طول می کشید تا ماهی بیاورند. اگر برگشتشان بیشتر طول می کشید ماهی ها دیگر تازه نبود

To solve this problem, fish companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen fish. And they did not like the taste of frozen fish. The frozen fish brought a lower price. So, fishing companies installed fish tanks.

They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin. After a little thrashing around, they were tired, dull, and lost their fresh-fish taste. The fishing industry faced an impending crisis! But today, they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan. How did they manage? To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks but with a small shark.

The fish are challenged and hence are constantly on the move. The challenge they face keeps them alive and fresh!

برای حل این مشکل، شرکتهای ماهیگیری فریزرهایی را در قایقهایشان نصب کردند . آنها ماهی های به دست آمده را در فریزر قرار می دادند. فریزرها این امکان را فراهم می کرد که قایقها دورتر بروند و بیشتر بمانند. ولیکن ژاپنی ها توانستند به تفاوت بین ماهی تازه و منجمد پی ببرند و آنها مزه ماهی منجمد را دوست نداشتند. قیمت ماهی منجمد کاهش پیدا کرد. بنابراین شرکتهای ماهیگیری مخزنهایی نصب کردند. 

آنها ماهی میگرفتند و درون مخزن قرار می دادند. ماهی ها پس از کمی تحرک، خسته می شدند و مزه تازه بودن خود را از دست می دادند. صنعت ماهیگیری دچار بحران قریب الوقوعی شد. ولی امروزه آنها ماهی های تازه به ژاپن می فرستند. چطور توانستند مدیریت کنند؟ برای اینکه طعم ماهی تازه بماند، شرکتهای ماهیگیری ژاپنی هنوز ماهی ها را در مخزنها قرار میدهند ولی با یک کوسه کوچک.

ماهی ها تقلا می کنند و از اینرو دائما در حال حرکتند. تلاشی که می کنند باعث می شود آنها تازه و سرحال باشند.

Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired and dull? Basically in our lives, sharks are new challenges to keep us active. If you are steadily conquering challenges, you are happy. Your challenges keep you energized. Don’t create success and revel in it in a state of inertia.

When Dave Perkins was young, he played a lot of games, and he was thin and strong, but when he was forty-five, he began to get fat and slow. He was not able to breathe as well as before, and when he walked rather fast, his heart beat painfully.

He did not do anything about this for a long time, but finally he became anxious and went to see a doctor, and the doctor sent him to hospital. Another young doctor examined him there and said, 'I don't want to mislead you, Mr Perkins. You're very ill, and I believe that you are unlikely to live much longer. Would you like me to arrange for anybody to come and see you before you die?'

Dave thought for a few seconds and then he answered, 'I'd like another doctor to come and see me.'

هنگامي كه ديو پركينس جوان بود، او خيلي ورزش مي‌كرد، و لاغر و قوي بود، اما هنگامي كه چهل و پنج ساله شد، شروع به چاق شدن و تنبل شدن كرد. او قادر به نفس كشيدن مانند قبل نبود، و هنگامي كه مقداري تندتر حركت مي‌كرد، ضربان قلبش به سختي مي‌زد.

او براي مدت طولاني در اين باره كاري نكرد، اما در آخر نگران شد و به ديدن يك دكتر رفت، و دكتر او را به يك بيمارستان فرستاد. دكتر جوان ديگري او را در آنجا معاينه كرد و گفت: آقاي پركينس من نمي‌خواهم شما را فريب دهم. شما بسيار بيمار هستيد، و من معتقدم كه بعيد است شما مدت زمان زيادي زنده بمانيد. آيا مايل هستيد ترتيبي بدهم قبل از اينكه شما بميريد كسي به ملاقات شما بيايد؟

ديو براي چند ثانيه فكر كرد و سپس پاسخ داد، مايلم تا يك دكتر ديگر بيايد و مرا ببيند.

"The Story of An Hour"

Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.

It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.

She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.

There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.

She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.

This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily picked stone and scratched lines on the side of the truck. In his anger, the man ran to his son, knocked him away. And took the little boy's hands and hit it many times as punishment, not realizing he was using a wrench. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.

Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the little boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery and saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "But when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father was so hurt. He went back to truck and kicked it a lot of times. Sitting back he looked at the scratches, little boy wrote "I LOVE YOU DAD." Later then committed suicide.

Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or you wish to take revenge. Think first before you lose your patience with someone you love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones and hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.

People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes, because we human beings are not perfect. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.