Dear All,
The following story is a fun one:
A Priest dies and is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven's Gates. Ahead of him is a guy, nattily dressed, in dark sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans. God asks him: Please tell me who you are, so that I may know whether to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not?
The guy replies: I am Pandi, an Auto driver from Chennai!
God consults his ledger, smiles, and says to Pandi: Please take this silken robe and gold scarf and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
Now it is the priest's turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice: I am Pope's Assistant so and so, Head Priest of the so and so Church for the last 40 years.
God consults his ledger and says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
'Just a minute,' says the agonized Priest. 'How is it that a foul-mouthed, rash-driving Auto Driver is given a Silken robe and a Golden scarf and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name and goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe?'
'Results my friend, results,' shrugs God.
'While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his Auto, people PRAYED'
Moral of the story: It's PERFORMANCE and not POSITION that ultimately counts.
Cheers,
Trisha
HR Professional
The following story is a fun one:
A Priest dies and is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven's Gates. Ahead of him is a guy, nattily dressed, in dark sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans. God asks him: Please tell me who you are, so that I may know whether to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not?
The guy replies: I am Pandi, an Auto driver from Chennai!
God consults his ledger, smiles, and says to Pandi: Please take this silken robe and gold scarf and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
Now it is the priest's turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice: I am Pope's Assistant so and so, Head Priest of the so and so Church for the last 40 years.
God consults his ledger and says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
'Just a minute,' says the agonized Priest. 'How is it that a foul-mouthed, rash-driving Auto Driver is given a Silken robe and a Golden scarf and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name and goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe?'
'Results my friend, results,' shrugs God.
'While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his Auto, people PRAYED'
Moral of the story: It's PERFORMANCE and not POSITION that ultimately counts.
Cheers,
Trisha
HR Professional