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We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them
In India elephant keepers train baby elephants to stay put by tying a rope, with a stake on the one side, around one leg and placing the stake into the ground. The baby elephant pulls and pulls on the rope to no avail. This teaches the elephant that no matter what he does he cannot get away when attached to the rope. Later when the elephant is grown up and the keeper wants the elephant to stay put all he does is to tie a small piece of rope on that leg and the giant elephant is held to the spot by his own mind.
This is the story of two frogs. One frog was fat and the other skinny. One day, while searching for food, they inadvertently jumped into a vat of milk. They couldn’t get out, as the sides were too slippery, so they were just swimming around.
The fat frog said to the skinny frog, „Brother frog, there’s no use paddling any longer. We’re just going to drown, so we might as well give up.“ The skinny frog replied, „Hold on brother, keep paddling. Somebody will get us out.“ And they continued paddling for hours.
After a while, the fat frog said, „Brother frog, there’s no use. I’m becoming very tired now. I’m just going to stop paddling and drown. It’s Sunday and nobody’s working. We’re doomed. There’s no possible way out of here.“ But the skinny frog said, „Keep trying. Keep paddling. Something will happen, keep paddling.“ Another couple of hours passed.
The fat frog said, „I can’t go on any longer. There’s no sense in doing it because we’re going to drown anyway. What’s the use?“ And the fat frog stopped. He gave up. And he drowned in the milk. But the skinny frog kept on paddling.
Ten minutes later, the skinny frog felt something solid beneath his feet. He had churned the milk into butter and he hopped out of the vat.
A number of years ago one of my teachers, an NLP Trainer of some repute, was interviewing a pair of men. One was a gentleman who by just about anyone’s measure was extremely successful; he had money, a good job, a loving partner, a good home, etc., and yet he was acting depressed much of the time.
By contrast the second gentleman was, by most typical measures, struggling. He never finished high school, did not have a permanent job, did not have a home, money nor relationship, but it seemed like he was always happy. He was universally liked if not loved and positively lit up any room he walked into.
The first man was asked, „Are you successful?“
He said „No.“
Asked how he made that evaluation he ran off a long list of criteria… He had not been the top of his H.S. class, did not attend an Ivy-League school, was not married with two children by the time he was 25, did not live in the best neighborhood, did not work for a top law firm, etc., etc., etc.
(Pretty easy to see how he was never going to BE happy either with criteria that was all in the past… one can’t very well go back into your past and attend an Ivy-League school, get married earlier, and so forth)
Then the second man was asked „Are you successful?“
He said, „Yes, I am!“
Asked how he made that evaluation he said, „Every morning I get out of bed and look down at my feet. If they are above the ground, it’s a great day!“
This website has a collection of almost 200 stories for teachers and trainers. On this page, I’ve included some of my favourites – especially the ones that can be spun out into a 5 or 10 minute story. While some of the stories are quite short and can just be used illustrate a point, many of them can be told in a much longer narrative style. These provide great listening practice and a way to really engage students.
As they are written, some of the stories may appear quite short. Use your imagination and creativity to expand them and to add interesting details. I often use the split-story technique to tell the stories. In other words, I start the story and break off at a place where students are really wondering what is going to happen next. Then I go onto another activity. If you do this, be sure to finish the story at the end of class or the students may not allow you to leave!
And as always, if you have any more great stories for teaching, please share!
- The General
- The Obstacle in Our Path
- Exam Questions
- Two Wolves Within
- The Carpenter
- The Blue Butterfly
- Rich and Poor
- Treasure
- The Four Minute Mile
- The Hospital Room
- How Much do You Make an Hour?
- Sir Lancelot and The Essential Question
- Mountain Climbing
- The Fisherman and the Businessman
- The Cinderella Communication Complex
- Krishna
- Starfish
- The Rose
- The Egg
- The Key
- Good or Bad?
- Taming an Elephant
- That’s Right
- The Drum
- The Axe
- Knowledge
- The Farmer
- Centipede
- Two Monks
- Buddha and the Heckler
- Iceskating
- Harvard Students
- The Beggar and the Judge
- Words of wisdom from the Hodja
- Educating the Donkey
- The Bear
- The boy who banged a drum
- Always Be a Deaf Frog
- The Giving Tree
- The Cracked Pot
- The Car Dealer
- The Mousetrap
- The Mule
- The Jigsaw
- Life Is Like a Cup of Coffee
- Two frogs in the milk
- A turn of the screw
- The Eagle’s Egg
- The carrot, the egg, and the coffee bean
- The Seeker of Truth
- A Meeting of Minds
- Heaven and Hell
- Dandelions
- The Two Drops of Oil
- The Traveller
- The Desert
- Gandhi and the Boy
- The Watermelon
- Is it full?
- Rose
- Death Valley
- School is Boring
- Beth Gellert
- Buddha and the Gift
- The Bear and the Factory
- The Christmas Ham
Prince Llewellyn had a favorite greyhound named Gellert that had been given to him by his father-in-law, King John. He was as gentle as a lamb at home but a lion in the chase. One day Llewellyn went to the chase and blew his horn in front of his castle. All his other dogs came to the call but Gellert never answered it. So he blew a louder blast on his horn and called Gellert by name, but still the greyhound did not come. At last Prince Llewellyn could wait no longer and went off to the hunt without Gellert. He had little sport that day because Gellert was not there, the swiftest and boldest of his hounds.
He turned back in a rage to his castle, and as he came to the gate, who should he see but Gellert come bounding out to meet him. But when the hound came near him, the prince was startled to see that his lips and fangs were dripping with blood. Llewellyn started back and the greyhound crouched down at his feet as if surprised or afraid at the way his master greeted him.
Now Prince Llewellyn had a little son a year old with whom Gellert used to play, and a terrible thought crossed the prince’s mind that made him rush towards the child’s nursery. And the nearer he came the more blood and disorder he found about the rooms. He rushed into it and found the child’s cradle overturned and daubed with blood.
Prince Llewellyn grew more and more terrified, and sought for his little son everywhere. He could find him nowhere but only signs of some terrible conflict in which much blood had been shed. At last he felt sure the dog had destroyed his child, and shouting to Gellert, „Monster, thou hast devoured my child,“ he drew out his sword and plunged it in the greyhound’s side, who fell with a deep yell and still gazing in his master’s eyes.
As Gellert raised his dying yell, a little child’s cry answered it from beneath the cradle, and there Llewellyn found his child unharmed and just awakened from sleep. But just beside him lay the body of a great gaunt wolf all torn to pieces and covered with blood. Too late, Llewellyn learned what had happened while he was away. Gellert had stayed behind to guard the child and had fought and slain the wolf that had tried to destroy Llewellyn’s heir.
In vain was all Llewellyn’s grief; he could not bring his faithful dog to life again. So he buried him outside the castle walls within sight of the great mountain of Snowdon, where every passerby might see his grave, and raised over it a great cairn of stones. And to this day the place is called Beth Gellert, or the Grave of Gellert.
It’s all about cause and effect, isn’t it? Are you in charge of events or are events in charge of you? The co-founder of NLP, John Grinder, said that if you kick a ball you can pretty much predict what’s going to happen based on the laws of physics.
But what happens if you try to kick a cat? The cat might possibly get kicked the first time, but in future it is as just as likely to jump out of your way, dig its nails into your leg, or just avoid you–that cat is flexible enough to learn and to respond in different ways.
In NLP, we say that a person is at-cause or at-effect. If you are at-effect, you believe that others are responsible for your success and happiness. If you are at-cause, you take responsibility for your own actions and results–you can put traumas or phobias firmly into your past, proactively improve your communication and relationships, and carry out realistic personal and professional goals to build the type of life that you want for yourself. Or as the other co-founder of NLP, Richard Bandler wrote in a recent book, you “get over it … get through it … and get to it.”
The world is facing many societal and economic challenges and things could easily get much worse before they get better, meaning that a lot of people may get kicked by events that are outside their control. Perhaps the important question is whether you play the role of a ball or of a cat. You will never be able to control external events, but you can learn to take control of your own thinking and communication to achieve the best results in your personal and working life.
A woman who had worked all her life to bring about good was granted one wish: „Before I die let me visit both hell and heaven.“ Her wish was granted.
She was whisked off to a great banqueting hall. The tables were piled high with delicious food and drink. Around the tables sat miserable, starving people as wretched as could be. „Why are they like this?“ she asked the angel who accompanied her. „Look at their arms,“ the angel replied. She looked and saw that attached to the people’s arms were long chopsticks secured above the elbow. Unable to bend their elbows, the people aimed the chopsticks at the food, missed every time and sat hungry, frustrated and miserable. „Indeed this is hell! Take me away from here!“
She was then whisked off to heaven. Again she found herself in a great banqueting hall with tables piled high. Around the tables sat people laughing, contented, joyful. „No chopsticks I suppose,“ she said. „Oh yes there are. Look – just as in hell they are long and attached above the elbow but look… here people have learnt to feed one another“.