They tell of two friends walking along in the desert.
During the journey, the two began a temperamental argument. Eventually, in the heat of the moment, one friend slapped the other friend's cheek. The friend Who had been slapped did not hit back or curse his friend. Instead, he picked up a stick and wrote in the sand:
Today, my best friend slapped me in the face.
They continued their journey, until they found an oasis and decided, after quenching their thirst, to take a swim. One friend went into the water and splashed in them with no problem and the other friend, who had been slapped, tripped and hit his head, and immediately began to sink.
His friend quickly swam towards him and pulled him to shore, where he slowly recovered. When he felt better, he got up, found a sharp stone and carved on a rock these words:
Today, my best friend saved my life.
His friend, who has both slapped him and rescued him from drowning, looked at him, surprised.
'After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now you're carving on stone - why?'
The other friend looked at him and said:
'When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand so the winds of forgiveness can erase what happened, but when something good happens or when someone is doing a wonderful thing for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can blur what happened, and no future deeds can erase the kindness.'
We hope to always remember, to etch those good deeds on the rock of our foundation, and to let the winds of forgivness wipe away the bad deeds that were done to us, if only we write them in sand, and not in stone...