<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:01:45.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias, contos e anedotas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-2070699185675660549</id><published>2008-09-29T21:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:52:03.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajudar no momento certo, ou vaiar???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma menina, de 13 anos, ganhou um prémio e foi cantar o Star Spangled Banner, hino dos EUA, no jogo da NBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinte mil pessoas no estádio, ela afinada e compenetrada. De repente o braço tremeu, ela engasgou-se e esqueceu-se da letra... DEU-LHE UMA BRANCA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Treze anos. Sozinha, ali no meio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O PÚBLICO ESTUPEFATO ameaça uma VAIA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num repente, Mo Cheeks, técnico dos Portland Trail Blazers, aparece ao seu lado e começa a cantar, incentivando-a, e trazendo o público junto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonita CENA e - o que é mais incrível - Só o técnico tomou a iniciativa de ir até lá para ajudar, enquanto os demais à volta dela só observavam estupefactos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostra como uma atitude de liderança e solidariedade, NA HORA CERTA, pode fazer uma grande diferença, para ajudarmos um ser humano e mudar a história do JOGO da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que isto já nos aconteceu? Vejam o clip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ab5501fd22c9fe5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ab5501fd22c9fe5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331296458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28D2C9DB9E5DC515F7A38077BF0BEBA4A79A758D.330903D5405A571C6A03FE506C8168050A0DBD10%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ab5501fd22c9fe5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVPcWGjbVMS0iROfRzAgk53XPG8w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ab5501fd22c9fe5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331296458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28D2C9DB9E5DC515F7A38077BF0BEBA4A79A758D.330903D5405A571C6A03FE506C8168050A0DBD10%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ab5501fd22c9fe5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVPcWGjbVMS0iROfRzAgk53XPG8w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-2070699185675660549?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8ab5501fd22c9fe5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/2070699185675660549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=2070699185675660549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/2070699185675660549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/2070699185675660549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2008/09/ajudar-no-momento-certo-ou-vaiar.html' title='Ajudar no momento certo, ou vaiar???'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-6230532347279676046</id><published>2008-07-08T21:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:46:48.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaso Chinês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s1qKOdcVQ48/SHPgJ2pDr_I/AAAAAAAABmc/seAfjef-ZLg/s1600-h/im1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762852943704050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s1qKOdcVQ48/SHPgJ2pDr_I/AAAAAAAABmc/seAfjef-ZLg/s400/im1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma velha senhora chinesa possuía dois grandes vasos, cada um suspenso na extremidade de uma vara que ela carregava nas costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos vasos era rachado e o outro era perfeito. Este último estava sempre cheio de água ao fim da longa caminhada do rio até casa, enquanto o rachado chegava meio vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante muito tempo a coisa foi andando assim, com a senhora chegando a casa somente com um vaso e meio de água.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturalmente o vaso perfeito era muito orgulhoso do próprio resultado e o vaso rachado tinha vergonha do seu defeito, de conseguir fazer só a metade daquilo que deveria fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de dois anos, reflectindo sobre a própria amarga derrota de ser 'rachado', o vaso falou com a senhora durante o caminho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tenho vergonha de mim mesmo, porque esta rachadura que eu tenho faz-me perder metade da água durante o caminho até a sua casa...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A velhinha sorriu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reparaste que lindas flores há somente do teu lado do caminho? Eu sempre soube do teu defeito e portanto plantei sementes de flores na beira da estrada do teu lado. E todos os dia, enquanto a gente voltava, tu regava-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante dois anos pude recolher aquelas belíssimas flores para enfeitar a mesa. Se tu não fosses como és, eu não teria tido aquelas maravilhas na minha casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós tem o seu próprio defeito. Mas é o defeito que cada um de nós tem, que faz com que nossa convivência seja interessante e gratificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso aceitar cada um pelo que é... E descobrir o que há de bom nele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-6230532347279676046?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/6230532347279676046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=6230532347279676046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/6230532347279676046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/6230532347279676046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2008/07/vaso-chins.html' title='Vaso Chinês'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s1qKOdcVQ48/SHPgJ2pDr_I/AAAAAAAABmc/seAfjef-ZLg/s72-c/im1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-873733552319772387</id><published>2008-04-05T17:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:35:56.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prevenção rodoviária</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a8b202f654d32cfa" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-3502438256513443780</id><published>2008-03-01T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:03:48.265Z</updated><title type='text'>O IDIOTA E A MOEDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta-se que numa cidade do interior um grupo de pessoas se divertia com o idiota da aldeia. Um pobre coitado, de pouca inteligência, vivia de pequenos biscates e esmolas. Diariamente eles chamavam o idiota ao bar onde se reuniam e ofereciam a ele a escolha entre duas moedas: uma grande de 400 REIS e outra menor, de 2000 REIS. Ele escolhia sempre a maior e menos valiosa, o que era motivo de risos para todos. Certo dia, um dos membros do grupo chamou-o e perguntou-lhe se ainda não havia percebido que a moeda maior valia menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondeu o tolo: - Eu sei, ela vale cinco vezes menos, mas no dia que eu escolher a outra, a brincadeira acaba e não vou mais ganhar a minha moeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem-se tirar várias conclusões dessa pequena&lt;br /&gt;narrativa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira: Quem parece idiota, nem sempre é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda: Quem eram os verdadeiros idiotas da história?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terceira: Se fores ganancioso, acabas por estragar a tua fonte de rendimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a conclusão mais interessante é: A percepção de que podemos estar bem, mesmo quando os outros não têm uma boa opinião a nosso respeito. Portanto, o que importa não é o que pensam de nós, mas sim, o que realmente somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O maior prazer de um homem inteligente é armar-se em idiota diante de um idiota que se arma em inteligente".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-3502438256513443780?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/3502438256513443780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=3502438256513443780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/3502438256513443780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/3502438256513443780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-idiota-e-moeda.html' title='O IDIOTA E A MOEDA'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-6850401314998037815</id><published>2008-01-03T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:17:04.178Z</updated><title type='text'>Podemos ir até ao "infinito"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que ponto podemos ir só depende de nós. É sempre possível fazer e ser um pouco melhor que aquilo que pensamos. Basta ter imaginação e força de vontade para atingirmos os nossos objectivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um exemplo disso são os dois casos que se seguem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5ce62f0b4d6bbf77" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-4610652838765835713</id><published>2007-10-29T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:20:06.659Z</updated><title type='text'>Saber aceitar as diferenças</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os animais conseguem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conviver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; e repartir com os outros animais, porque é que os humanos não o conseguem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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Copiamos na integra um e-mail que nos enviou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Olha só os meus bichinhos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A natureza é mesmo bonita, só lá falta o rato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;=)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1qKOdcVQ48/R22MW_A80tI/AAAAAAAABBc/FgzCgoyB6nE/s1600-h/14092007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1qKOdcVQ48/R22MW_A80tI/AAAAAAAABBc/FgzCgoyB6nE/s400/14092007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146924275654775506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marco obrigado pelo teu e-mail. A vida é como no anuncio da tmn "podemos estar longe mas nunca ausentes!". Um grande abraço para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-4610652838765835713?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e05ebed064f9b59&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/4610652838765835713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=4610652838765835713' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/4610652838765835713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-4904731591308137751?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ad1c98aa9bc069da&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/4904731591308137751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=4904731591308137751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/4904731591308137751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/4904731591308137751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2007/10/fair-play.html' title='Fair play'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-9157318047335976607</id><published>2007-09-08T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T09:18:27.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O tal abraço!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Há um ano, Juan Mann era só um homem estranho que ficava parado no Pitt Street Mall em Sydney, Austrália, oferecendo abraços de graça para as pessoas que passavam pelas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um certo dia, Mann ofereceu um abraço a Shimon Moore, o líder da banda Sick Puppies e desde então se tornaram bons amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num desses dias Moore decidiu gravar Mann fazendo sua campanha por 'Free Hugs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na medida em que o Free Hugs atingia proporções maiores, o conselho da cidade tentou banir a campanha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então Mann e seus amigos fizeram uma petição com mais de 10.000 nomes apoiando a campanha do abraço de graça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando Mann morreu, Moore decidiu mixar o video que ele tinha feito do Free Hugs com a música All the Same, que ele havia gravado com a sua banda Sick Puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena ver o video. Um filme que apresenta uma verdadeira história que inspira humanidade e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes um abraço é tudo que precisamos. Free Hugs é uma história real, sobre um homem que acreditava que sua missão era trazer alegria na vida das pessoas através de um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note que o video começa em preto e branco e só ganha cor após Juan Mann receber o seu primeiro abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b4ef2431e51d0316" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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abraço!'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-5701258233987025037</id><published>2007-09-04T23:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:49:02.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenata ao queijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9bcb90523d93c481" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9bcb90523d93c481&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/5701258233987025037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=5701258233987025037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/5701258233987025037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/5701258233987025037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2007/09/serenata.html' title='Serenata ao queijo'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-7277196334503484703</id><published>2007-08-28T22:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:41:02.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A lei do mais rápido</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Vejam como um pequeno macaco pode deixar pequenos tigres desorientados apesar de à partida os macacos serem mais fracos que os tigres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-21dd2b95f736f569" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21dd2b95f736f569%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331296458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55D74A7743EBC9153240A2E1D8D2000DA0AD9EED.B4EC0A72D80796A47F5ADF488F158093935C7C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21dd2b95f736f569%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3u8_OxQVQY4mNtHGf_x2l2RCzDI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" 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Nesta brincadeira à partida o macaco estaria derrotado, mas no entanto deu o seu melhor e acabou por "ganhar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Apesar de nada ser impossível não devemos ser inconscientes nos nossos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nem desprezar as nossas limitações. Devemos estar o mais atentos possivel para podermos analisar e avaliar as situações. Por exemplo neste caso o macaco para "ganhar" sabia que tinha que utilizar a sua velocidade, pois se não fizesse seria apanhado pelos tigres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-7277196334503484703?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/7277196334503484703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=7277196334503484703' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/7277196334503484703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/7277196334503484703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2007/08/lei-do-mais-rpido.html' title='A lei do mais rápido'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-9061368449439179335</id><published>2007-06-29T10:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T09:20:27.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O brilho dos maravilhosos</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Era uma vez uma cobra que começou a perseguir um pirilampo que só vivia para brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s1qKOdcVQ48/RoTedkdobNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/W6kP5zv5J6E/s1600-h/cob.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s1qKOdcVQ48/RoTedkdobNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/W6kP5zv5J6E/s320/cob.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081430879166295250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele fugia rápido com medo da feroz predadora e a cobra nem pensava em desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fugiu um dia e ela não desistia, dois dias e nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No terceiro dia, já sem forças, o pirilampo parou e disse à cobra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;- Posso fazer três perguntas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Podes. Não costumo abrir esse precedente para ninguém mas já que te vou comer, podes perguntar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;- Faço parte dos animais que costumas comer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;- Fiz-te alguma coisa de mal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;- Então porque é que me queres comer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- PORQUE NÃO SUPORTO VER-TE BRILHAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1qKOdcVQ48/RoTetEdobOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/hsHH5Ol35B4/s1600-h/Piri.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1qKOdcVQ48/RoTetEdobOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/hsHH5Ol35B4/s320/Piri.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081431145454267618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentários sobre a história]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Não é bonito alguém prejudicar a vida de outra pessoa, nem tão pouco por ter inveja.  Certamente se uma pessoa tem sucesso é porque trabalhou para o conquistar. Nos casos em que isso não acontece esse sucesso é temporário e aparente, ou seja não é um sucesso verdadeiro e as próprias pessoas sabem disso.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Na vida existem pessoas que não conseguem atingir um determinado objectivo e tem inveja das que conseguem, dificultando-lhes as vida como se as pessoas tivessem culpa dos seus insucessos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devemos procurar interiormente o que nos traz felicidade para a podermos alcançar, atingindo o nosso próprio sucesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-  O Mundo precisa de cada  vez mais  de  pessoas  maravilhosas, pois são estas que inspiram e dão esperança ás outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Existirão sempre "cobras", pelo que as pessoas maravilhosas devem nunca desistir quando cruzarem com estas e devem arranjar uma maneira de continuar a sua vida mantendo o seu brilho que as torna especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-9061368449439179335?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/9061368449439179335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=9061368449439179335' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/9061368449439179335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/9061368449439179335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-brilho-dos-maravilhosos.html' title='O brilho dos maravilhosos'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s1qKOdcVQ48/RoTedkdobNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/W6kP5zv5J6E/s72-c/cob.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-1241685348396831830</id><published>2007-06-10T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:00:02.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma demonstração convincente</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um bom aprendiz de artes marciais foi a casa de um grande Mestre com a ideia de o desafiar para um combate, pois queria verificar se a sua grande reputação era verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando recebeu o jovem, o Mestre tentou explicar-lhe que não fazia sentido lutarem só para demonstrar a sua reputação, uma luta é algo de muito sério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aprendiz quis  manter a  sua  ideia  e  começou a  pressionar o  Mestre para  lutar, chegando a insultá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mestre não perdeu a calma, levou-o até ao seu quintal e apontou para uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jovem ficou nervoso, desconfiado de que a atitude do Mestre fosse uma ratoeira disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Já vi e agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, num dos ramos da árvore estavam dois pássaros. Sem deixar de olhar para eles o Mestre deu um estrondoso Kiai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros cairam da árvore completamente paralisados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que tal? - Perguntou o Mestre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aluno estava de boca aberta e paralisado, como se o kiai também o tivesse atingido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mas ainda tenho uma coisa mais espantosa para vos mostrar. - Disse o Mestre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De seguida dá outro kiai. Aí os pássaros acordaram, bateram asas e voaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como o aprendiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Moral da história]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta história é muito rica em mensagens e ensinamentos. No entanto vou apenas indicar alguns:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um Mestre é um Professor da vida, tal como um Pai. Ele já passou e viu muito, pelo que o seu conhecimento e sabedoria devem ser respeitados. Por vezes não é fácil transmitir certas coisas aos alunos porque os poucos conhecimentos que estes possuem não permite que compreendam a mensagem que se pretende transmitir. Por sua vez, os alunos por não conseguirem entender o que o Professor lhes está a ensinar, pensam que eles é que sabem, apesar das inúmeras tentativas por parte do Professor. Como na vida, só mais tarde é que se vêm a aperceber da mensagem que lhes tentaram transmitir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não se deve medir forças com ninguém através da violência. Isto porque se desconhecermos o adversário pode ser muito perigoso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tal como na história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Se conhecermos o adversário, também não, porque se somos mais fortes não vamos ganhar nada em "bater" numa pessoa mais fraca, isso é cobardia. Se formos mais fracos só nos vamos é prejudicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os jovens quando pensam que sabem de algum assunto têm tendência a considerar que são os melhores e vão desafiar os outros para mostrarem o seu valor. O nosso valor é algo que já temos, não precisamos de o mostrar aos outros para o ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quem realmente sabe não procura a destruição mas sim ajuda e contribui para o equilibrio do meio que vive, seja a natureza, o meio social, ... Conforme se viu na história, o ponto  forte na força do Mestre não estava na destruição, mas na capacidade de reparação do que estava estragado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-1241685348396831830?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/1241685348396831830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=1241685348396831830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/1241685348396831830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/1241685348396831830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2007/06/uma-demonstrao-convincente.html' title='Uma demonstração convincente'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-8600272219972332685</id><published>2007-06-03T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T15:11:12.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O prato de arroz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um sujeito estava  a   colocar flores no túmulo de um parente, quando vê um&lt;br /&gt;chinês   a  colocar um prato de arroz na lápide ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;Vira-se para o indivíduo e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Desculpe, mas o senhor acha mesmo que o seu defunto virá comer o arroz?&lt;br /&gt;O chinês responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, e geralmente  à  mesma hora que o seu vem cheirar as flores!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral da História:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Não se deve julgar as pessoas. Devemos tentar apenas compreendê-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-8600272219972332685?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/8600272219972332685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=8600272219972332685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/8600272219972332685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/8600272219972332685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-prato-de-arroz.html' title='O prato de arroz'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-8074340955531039495</id><published>2007-05-25T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:58:08.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A natureza interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mestre do oriente viu que um escorpião  se estava a afogar e decidiu tirá-lo da água, mas quando o fez  o escorpião picou-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pela reação e dor, o mestre soltou-o e o animal caiu de novo na água e começou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;de novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a afogar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O mestre tentou tirá-lo, e novamente o animal o picou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Alguém que estava a observar aproximou-se e disse-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;lhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Desculpe-me, mas você é teimoso! Não entende  que todas as vezes que tentar tirá-lo da água ele irá picá-lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O mestre  respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"A natureza do escorpião é picar, e isto não vai mudar a minha, que é ajudar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Então, com a  ajuda de uma folha o mestre tirou o escorpião da água e salvou sua a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Moral da história:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não mudes a tua  natureza se alguém te fizer algum mal, apenas toma precauções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Alguns perseguem a felicidade, outros a  criam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Preocupa-te mais com a tua consciência do que com a tua reputação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Porque a tua consciência é o que tu és, a tua reputação é o que os outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pensam és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E o que  os outros pensam, é problema deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-8074340955531039495?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/8074340955531039495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=8074340955531039495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/8074340955531039495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/8074340955531039495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2007/05/natureza-interior.html' title='A natureza interior'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-4662586479148488543</id><published>2007-05-25T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:49:21.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Humanidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Perguntaram ao Buda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;" O que mais te surpreende na HUMANIDADE?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ele respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;" OS HOMENS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Porque perdem a saúde para juntar dinheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;depois perdem dinheiro para recuperar a saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;E por pensarem ansiosamente no futuro, esquecem o presente de tal forma que, acabam por não viverem o presente nem o futuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e vivem como se nunca fossem morrer e morrem como se nunca tivessem vivido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 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Parou e  disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ó girafa! Para de fumar essa porcaria que te faz mal, e vamos mas é correr pela floresta! Vais ver como te vais  sentir muito melhor !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girafa pensou por um segundo, e  disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tens razão coelho, bora nessa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim , atirou o charro fora e foi correr com o coelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco mais à  frente encontraram um urso a cheirar coca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles olharam-se e o coelho saltou logo para a frente do urso e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ó urso, deixa essa trampa! Essa treta  só te faz mal, vem mas é correr connosco e sentir o ar puro dentro dos teus  pulmões!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O urso saltou para a frente e começou a  correr com eles até encontrarem um elefante a snifar  cocaína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ó elefante, estás maluco! Dás cabo de  ti com essas porcarias! Vem mas é connosco correr pela  floresta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O elefante pensou um pouco, mas resolveu  juntar-se ao  grupo, que metros depois encontrou o leão a injectar  heroína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez, o nosso amigo coelho  pôs-se na sua frente e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ó leão, deixa-te disso e vem  correr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem terminou de falar e levou uma patada do leão que o fez voar uns bons metros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os outros animais revoltados  perguntaram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Estás maluco? Porque fizeste  isso???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O leão respondeu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sempre que o janado do coelho toma ecstasy, faz-me correr feito um idiota pela floresta  !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A droga é uma substância que faz muito mal à saúde. Para além disso deixa as pessoas desorientadas de tal maneira que muitas vezes chegam a pôr a sua vida em risco. Vejam lá o coelho que ficou tão desorientado que se esqueceu que tinha tomado droga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para além disto as pessoas que tomam drogas ficam viciadas, o que lhes leva a querer cada vez mais droga. Na maior parte dos casos acabam por morrer muito cedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se alguma vez vos quiserem dar droga devem recusar e afastar-se dessas pessoas pois essas pessoas não são vossos amigos. Os vossos migos não querem que vocês morram.&lt;br /&gt;Quando as pessoas do nosso grupo andam metidas na droga o melhor a fazer é afastarmo-nos do grupo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-7347494298611850966?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/7347494298611850966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=7347494298611850966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/7347494298611850966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/7347494298611850966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-coelho-acelerado.html' title='O coelho acelerado'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510857658660642942.post-8227672367893768759</id><published>2007-05-25T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:09:01.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O bêbado e a freira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim do dia estava um bêbado a cambalear pela rua quando de repente viu uma freira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou a correr na sua direcção e dá-lhe um "encontrão" nas costas que a atira imediatamente no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou-se ao pé da senhora com um olho aberto e o outro fechado e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Então ó Batman! Afinal não és assim tão forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Comentário:&lt;br /&gt;Esta história é uma anedota cuja situação não ocorreu na realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Um "encontrão" nas costas de uma pessoa pode ser muito perigoso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Uma pessoa que leva um "encontrão" destes pode partir o pescoço, o que poderá levar à sua morte ou a ficar tetra/paraplégica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Basta ver a situação dos jogadores de futebol americano, que são atletas treinados para levar "encontrões" e que muitas vezes ficam em cadeiras de rodas e algumas vezes chegam a morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510857658660642942-8227672367893768759?l=330historias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/feeds/8227672367893768759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510857658660642942&amp;postID=8227672367893768759' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/8227672367893768759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510857658660642942/posts/default/8227672367893768759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://330historias.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-bbado-e-freira.html' title='O bêbado e a freira'/><author><name>Mestre Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109091170084220469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
