I'd just finished reading "Have a Little Faith" by Mitch Albom. Mitch is the author of popular international bestsellers like "Tuesdays with Morrie".
Other Books from Mitch Albom:
- For One More Day (Finished Reading =))
- The Five People You Meet in Heaven (Finished Reading =))
- Tuesdays with Morrie (Finished Reading =))
- Fab Five (Sports book)
- Bo (Sports book)
Here are my 5 favourites lines from the true story "Have a Little Faith" :
1. About
Faith (p.47)
“Let me answer
with a story.” He said. “There’s this salesman, see? And he knocks on a door.
The man who answers says, ‘I don’t need anything today.’
“The next day. The salesman returns.
“ ‘Stay away,’ he is told.
“The next day, the salesman is back.
“The man yells, ‘You again! I warned you!’ He gets so
angry, he spits in the salesman’s face.
“The salesman smiles, wipes the spit with a
handkerchief, then looks to the sky and says, ‘Must be raining.’
“Mitch, that’s what faith is. If they spit in your
face, you say it must be raining. But you still come back tomorrow.”
2. About
Happiness (p.101) (My FAV!)
When a
baby comes into the world, it hands are clenched, right? Like this?
He made a fist.
“Why? Because a baby, not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say, ‘The whole world is mine.’
“But when an old person dies, how does he do so? With his hands open. Why? Because he has learned the lesson.”
What lesson? I asked.
He stretched open his empty fingers.
“We can take nothing with us.”
He made a fist.
“Why? Because a baby, not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say, ‘The whole world is mine.’
“But when an old person dies, how does he do so? With his hands open. Why? Because he has learned the lesson.”
What lesson? I asked.
He stretched open his empty fingers.
“We can take nothing with us.”
3. About
Home (p. 111)
“A
soldier’s little girl, whose father was being moved to a distant post, was
sitting at the airport among her family’s meager belongings.
“The girl was sleepy. She leaned against the packs and duffel bags.
“A lady came by, stopped, and patted her on the head.
“ ‘Poor child,’ she said. ‘You haven’t got a home.’
“The child looked up in surprise.
“ ‘But we do have a home,’ she said. ‘We just don’t have a house to put it in.’ “
“The girl was sleepy. She leaned against the packs and duffel bags.
“A lady came by, stopped, and patted her on the head.
“ ‘Poor child,’ she said. ‘You haven’t got a home.’
“The child looked up in surprise.
“ ‘But we do have a home,’ she said. ‘We just don’t have a house to put it in.’ “
4. The
Second Death (p. 128 – 129)
The second death. To think
that you died and no one would remember you … … Names quickly blur and in time
are forgotten.
How then,
I asked the Reb, can you avoid the second death?
“In the short run,” he said, “the answer is simple. Family. It is through my family that I hope to live on for a few generations. When they remember me, I live on.
......
“In the short run,” he said, “the answer is simple. Family. It is through my family that I hope to live on for a few generations. When they remember me, I live on.
......
(In the
long run) “This is why,” the Reb said, “faith is so important. It is a rope for
us all to grab, up and down the mountain. I may not be remembered in so many
years. But what I believe and have taught ---about God, about our
tradition---that can go on. It comes from my parents and their parents before
them. And if it stretches to my grandchildren and to their grandchildren, then
we are all, you know ...”
Connected?
“ That’s it.”
Connected?
“ That’s it.”
5. Pleasure
vs. Sorrow (p. 176)
I walked
a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.
ROBERT BROWNING HAMILTON
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.
ROBERT BROWNING HAMILTON
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