Someone I considered a friend must have felt guilty when he emailed me something to ponder about. I thought its best if I post it here so I could continue pondering about it.
Two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument; and one friend slapped the other in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:
"Today, my best friend slapped me in the face"
They kept on walking until they found an oasis where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.
After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:
"Today, my best friend saved my life"
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him: "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?"
The friend replied:
"When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away, but when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it".