by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Nov 5, 2011 | Nusahati
A man’s daughter had asked the local pastor to come and pray with her father. When the pastor arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows and an empty chair beside his bed. The priest assumed that the old fellow had been...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Nov 1, 2011 | Nusahati
Many years ago, when I was a young man in my twenties, I worked as a salesman for a St. Louis piano company. We sold our pianos all over the state by advertising in small town newspapers and then, when we had received sufficient replies, we would load our little...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Oct 30, 2011 | Nusahati
The story is told of the great classic pianist and composer Ignace Jan Paderewski (1860-1941) who began his piano lessons at the age of six. It is said that when he was 12, he entered the Warsaw Conservatory and six years later at the age of 18, was appointed a...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Oct 24, 2011 | Nusahati
Once upon a time, a wellknown painter was finishing his painting. It’s an incredibly beautiful painting to be shown during Princess Diana’s marriage. The painter was consumed by and excited with his own painting that he unconsciously took a few step...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Oct 22, 2011 | Nusahati
There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. And he was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods but he could never hit the target. And getting a little discouraged; he headed back to dinner. As he was walking back...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Oct 18, 2011 | Nusahati
This is good; I’ll never look at my hands the same! Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn’t move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn’t acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I...
