Wednesday, December 4, 2013

10 Encouragements

10 Encouragements

Think about this.
  1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for.
  2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
  3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they are jealous of you.
  4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
  5. Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.
  6. You mean the world to someone.
  7. You are special and unique.
  8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
  9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
  10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look.


Monday, December 2, 2013

Guide to a Better Life - 2

Guide to a Better Life - 2
Randy Pausch

Life:
Put GOD first in anything and everything that you think, say and do.
GOD heals everything.
Do the right things.
However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
The best is yet to come.
Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.
If you know GOD, you will always be happy. So, be happy.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Guide to a Better Life - 1


Guide to a Better Life - 1
Randy Pausch

Community:
Call your family often.
Each day give something good to others.
Forgive everyone for everything.
Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under the age of six.
Try to make at least three people smile each day.
What other people think of you is none of your business.
Your job will not take care of you when you are sick. Your family and friends will. Stay in touch.

Friday, November 29, 2013

If a child.......

If a child.......
-- Dorothy Nolte

If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight.
If a child lives with fear, he learns to be apprehensive.
If a child lives with jealousy, he learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns to be confident.
If a child lives with praise, he learns to be appreciative.
If a child lives with acceptance, he learns to love.
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with recognition, he learns it is good to have a goal.
If a child lives with honesty, he learns what truth is.
If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice.
If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith in himself and those about him.
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, he learns to find love in the world.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

BLESSINGS TAKEN FOR GRANTED

BLESSINGS TAKEN FOR GRANTED

One day President Abraham Lincoln summoned to the White House a surgeon in the Army of the Cumberland from the state of Ohio. The major assumed that he was to be commended for some exceptional work. During the conversation Mr. Lincoln asked the major about his widowed mother. “She is doing fine,” he responded.

“How do you know,” asked Lincoln. “You haven’t written her. But she has written me,” replied President Lincoln. “She thinks that you are dead and she is asking that a special effort be made to return your body.”

At that the Commander and Chief placed a pen in the young doctor’s hand and ordered him to write a letter letting his mother know that he was alive and well.

Oh, the blessings that we take for granted. Oh, the wretchedness of ingratitude.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Using the Brain

Using the Brain

With the help of a MANUAL OF INSTRUCTIONS a woman tried for hours to assemble a complicated new appliance she had recently bought. She finally gave up and left the pieces all over the kitchen table.

Imagine her surprise when she got back several hours later to find the machine put together by housemaid and functioning perfectly.

“How on earth did you do that?” she asked the maid.

“Well, ma’am,” replied the maid, “when you don’t know how to read you’re forced to use your brains.”






Tuesday, October 29, 2013

If you really want to fly

If you really want to fly

Wonderful quotes for the day

The Paradox Of Our Age

The Paradox Of Our Age
By Dr. Bob Moorehead


We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees, but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgement, more experts, but more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, pray too seldom, and watch too much TV.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom and lie too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life, we've added years to life, not life to years.

We've been to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.

We've conquered outer space, but not inner space, we've done larger things, but not better things, we've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.

We've split the atom, but not our prejudice, We write more, but learn less, plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not wait, we have higher incomes, but lower morals, more food, but less appeasement, more acquaintances, but fewer friends, more effort, but less success.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, tall men, and short character, steep profits, and shallow relationships.

These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare, more leisure and less fun, more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce, of fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands,overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the show window, and nothing in the stockroom.

Today, many want to gain the world at the "mere" expense of their souls.

Evil is contemplated and performed with both hands, yet we cannot lift a finger for our fellow man.

May God have mercy on our souls. Pray without ceasing. Let each of us examine our own ways.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Get people to win football games for you

Get people to win football games for you 
Bear Bryant

If anything goes bad, I did it.
If anything goes semi good, then we did it.
If anything goes really good, then you did it.

That's all it takes to get people to win football games for you.


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

The Law of the Garbage Truck

The Law of the Garbage Truck
-Unknown-

One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us.

My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly.

So I asked, "Why did you just do that? That guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!"

This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, "The Law of the Garbage Truck."

He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage—frustration, anger, disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you.

Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.

The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Drinking From My Saucer

Drinking From My Saucer
– John Paul Moore -

I've never made a fortune
and it's probably too late now.
But I don't worry about that much,
I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's way,
I'm reaping better than I sowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

I don't have a lot of riches,
and sometimes the going's tough.
But I've got loved ones around me,
and that makes me rich enough.

I thank God for his blessings,
and the mercies He's bestowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'cause my cup has overflowed.

I remember times when things went wrong,
My faith wore somewhat thin.
But all at once the dark clouds broke,
and the sun peeped through again.

So God, help me not to gripe about
the tough rows that I've hoed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage,
when the way grows steep and rough,
I'll not ask for other blessings,
I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy
to help others bear their loads.
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.


Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Today I Will Make a Difference

Today I Will Make a Difference
Max Lucado

Today I will make a difference.
I will begin by controlling my thoughts.
A person is the product of his thoughts.
I want to be happy and hopeful.
Therefore, I will have thoughts that are happy and hopeful.
I refuse to be victimized by my circumstances.
I will not let petty inconveniences such as stoplights, long lines, and traffic jams be my masters.
I will avoid negativism and gossip.
Optimism will be my companion, and victory will be my hallmark.
Today I will make a difference.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Give Thanks

Give Thanks
  – Robert Nathan

"Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage—and give exceeding thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery still—the veil that hides you from the infinite, which makes it possible for you to believe in what you cannot see."

Thursday, October 3, 2013

The Silent Prayer

The Silent Prayer 
by Max Lucado

Max: God, I want to do great things.

God: You do?

Max: You bet! I want to teach millions! I want to fill the Rose Bowl! I want all of the world to know your saving power! I dream of the day....

God: That's great. Max. In fact, I can use you today after church.

Max: Super! How about some radio and TV work or ... or ... or an engagement to speak to Congress?

God: Well, that's not exactly what I had in mind. See that fellow sitting next to you?

Max: Yes.

God: He needs a ride home.

Max (quietly): What?

God: He needs a ride home. And while you're at it, one of the older ladies sitting near you is worried about getting a refrigerator moved. Why don't you drop by this afternoon and....

Max (pleading): But, God, what about the world?

God (smiling): Think about it.



Tuesday, October 1, 2013

It's In The Valleys I Grow

It's In The Valleys I Grow
By Jane Eggleston

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It's then I have to remember
That it's in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountain top
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it's in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are glorious
But it's in the valleys I grow!

Have a blessed day!

Friday, September 27, 2013

I've Learned

I've Learned
- Unknown -

I've learned ... That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

I've learned ... That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.

I've learned ... That money doesn't buy class.

I've learned ... That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.

I've learned ... That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.

I've learned ... That the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?

I've learned ... That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.

I've learned ... That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.

I've learned ... That love, not time, heals all wounds.

I've learned ... That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.

I've learned ... That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.

I've learned ... That there's nothing sweeter than sleeping with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheeks.

I've learned ... That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

I've learned ... That life is tough, but I'm tougher.

I've learned ... That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.

I've learned ... That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.

I've learned ... That I wish I could have told those I cared about that I love them one more time before they passed away.

I've learned ... That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.

I've learned ... That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.

I've learned ... That I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.

I've learned ... That when your newly born child holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.

I've learned ... That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.

I've learned ... That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation.

I've learned ... That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.–



Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Lesson for the day

Lesson for the day

Many people will walk in and out of your life,
But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

To handle yourself, use your head;
To handle others, use your heart.
Anger is only one letter short of danger.
If someone betrays you once, it is his fault;
If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.

Great minds discuss ideas;
Average minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.

He who loses money, loses much;
He, who loses a friend, loses much more;
He, who loses faith, loses all.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,
But beautiful old people are works of art.

Learn from the mistakes of others.
You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Lesson for the day

Lesson for the day
Bear Bryant

If anything goes bad, I did it.

If anything goes semigood, then we did it.

If anything goes really good, then you did it.

That's all it takes to get people to win football games for you.

Friday, September 20, 2013

The Power of One

The Power of One
-Author Unknown-
One SONG can spark a moment,
One FLOWER can wake the dream,
One TREE can start a forest,
One BIRD can herald spring,
One SMILE begins a friendship,
One HANDCLASP lifts a soul,
One STAR can guide a ship at sea,
One WORD can frame the goal,
One VOTE can change a nation,
One SUNBEAM lights a room,
One CANDLE wipes out darkness,
One LAUGH will conquer gloom,
One STEP must start each journey,
One WORD must start a prayer,
One HOPE will raise our spirits,
One TOUCH can show you care,
One VOICE can speak with wisdom,
One HEART can know what is true,
One LIFE can make a difference,

You see, it is up to YOU.
You are only one, but still you are one.
You cannot do everything, but still You can do something;
and because You cannot do everything,
You will not refuse to do something You can do.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Bridge Builder

Bridge Builder
     
Martin Luther King, Jr. said,

“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is: What are you doing for others?”
In a world increasingly dominated by unapologetic selfishness, this idea may seem quaint and outdated.
Yet, for those who have a grand vision of their purpose and value, striving to be of service is not only a noble thing to do, it’s the best way to lead a truly fulfilling and significant life.

Poet William Allen Dromgoole put it this way:
An old man going a lone highway
Came at the evening, cold and grey,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a swollen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim.
That swollen stream held no fears for him,
But he paused when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You’re wasting strength with building here.
Your journey ends with the ending day.
You never again must pass this way.
You’ve crossed this chasm deep and wide.
Why build this bridge at the even’ tide?”
The builder lifted his old grey head,
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.
“This swollen stream that was naught for me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He too must cross in the twilight dim.
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”


Friday, September 13, 2013

Playing The Game

Playing The Game
Unknown

Life is a game with a glorious prize,
If we can only play it right.
It is give and take, build and break,
And often it ends in a fight;
But he surely wins who honestly tries
(Regardless of wealth or fame),

He can never despair who plays it fair
How are you playing the game?

Do you wilt and whine, if you fail to win
In the manner you think your due?
Do you sneer at the man in case that he can
And does, do better than you?
Do you take your rebuffs with a knowing grin?
Do you laugh tho’ you pull up lame?

Does your faith hold true when the whole world’s blue?
How are you playing the game?

Get into the thick of it – wade in, boys!
Whatever your cherished goal;
Brace up your will till your pulses thrill,
And you dare – to your very soul!
Do something more than make a noise;
Let your purpose leap into flame

As you plunge with a cry, “I shall do or die,”
Then you will be playing the game.


Saturday, September 7, 2013

If I Had my Child To Raise Over Again

If I Had my Child To Raise Over Again
by Diane Loomans

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I’d build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I’d finger paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less and know to care more.
I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.
I’d stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars,
I’d do more hugging and less tugging.
I’d see the oak tree in the acorn more often,
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I’d model less about the love of power,
And more about the power of love

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The Black Telephone...

The Black Telephone...
- Unknown -

 When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in  our neighborhood.. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the  Wall. 

The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.

 I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with  fascination when my mother talked to it. 

 Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived  an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was  nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's  number and the correct time.

 My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while  my mother was visiting a neighbour. Amusing myself at the tool bench  in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was  terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no  one home to give sympathy.

 I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally  arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the  footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up,  I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.

 "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

 A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

 "Information."

 "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came  readily enough now that I had an audience.

 "Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

 "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

 "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

 No,"I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

 "Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

 I said I could.

 "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,"
 said the voice..

 After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I asked  her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia  was. She helped me with my math.

 She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the  day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

 Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,

 Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and  then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not  consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so  beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap  of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

 She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne,  always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

 Somehow I felt better.

 Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

 Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"
 I asked.

 All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest .

 When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I  missed my friend very much.

 "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I  somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the  table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those  childhood conversations never really left me..

 Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene  sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient,  understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little  boy.

 A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in  Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15  minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then  without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and  said, "Information Please."

 Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

 Information."

 I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,

 "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

 There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess  your finger must have healed by now."

 I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any  idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

 I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me.

 I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

 I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked  if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

 "Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

 Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice
 answered,

 "Information." 

 I asked for Sally.

 "Are you a friend?" she said.

 "Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

 "I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been  working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died  five weeks ago."

 Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your  name was Wayne?"

 " Yes." I answered.

 "Well, Sally left a message for you.

 She wrote it down in case you called.

 Let me read it to you."

 The note said,

 "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.

 He'll know what I mean."

 I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

 Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..

 Whose life have you touched today?

 Why not pass this on? I just did....

 Lifting you on eagle's wings.

 May you find the joy and peace you long for.

 Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

On the rules of life for graduates.

On the rules of life for graduates.
Excerpt from Charles Sykes

(Some have said this was from Bill Gates talk to high school graduates but probably he did not say this unless he quoted Sykes.)

RULE 1.

Life is not fair; get used to it.

RULE 2.

The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

RULE 3.

You will NOT make 40 thousand dollars a year right out of high school OR college. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone, until you earn both.

RULE 4.

If you think your teacher is tough, wait until you get a boss. He doesn't have tenure.

RULE 5.

Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping; they called it opportunity.

RULE 6.

If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

RULE 7.

Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you are. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parents' generation, try "delousing" the closet in your own room.

RULE 8.

Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life has not. In some schools they have abolished failing grades; they'll give you as many times as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear
the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

RULE 9.

Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you find yourself. Do that on your own time.

RULE 10.

Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

RULE 11.

Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

All for the Best

All for the Best
By Edgar A. Guest

Things mostly happen for the best.
However hard it seems to-day,
When some fond plan has gone astray
Or, what you’ve wished for most is lost
An’ you sit countin’ up the cost
With eyes half-blind by tears o’grief
While doubt is chokin’ out belief,
You’ll find when all is understood
That what seemed bad was really good.
Life can’t be counted in a day.
The present rain that will not stop
Next autumn means a bumper crop.
We wonder why some things must be-
Care’s purpose we can seldom see-
An’ yet long afterwards we turn
To view the past, an’ then we learn
That what once filled our minds with doubt
Was good for us as it worked out.

I’ve never know an hour of care
But that I’ve later come to see
That it has brought some joy to me.
Even the sorrows I have borne,
Leavin’ me lonely an’ forlorn
An’ hurt an’ bruised an’ sick at heart,
An’ though I could not understand
Why I should bow to Death’s command,
That it was really better so.
Things mostly happen for the best.
So narrow is our vision here
That we are blinded by a tear
An’ stunned by every hurt an’ blow
Which comes to-day to strike us low.
An’ yet some day we turn an’ find
That what seemed cruel once was kind.
Most things, I hold, are wisely planned
If we could only understand.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Being Flexible

 Being Flexible
Elizabeth

Trees wave in the breeze
Like flexible people sway
Along with the exigencies
Of every single day.

A rigid tree will break and fall
Upon the wind’s assault,
But a supple tree will simply bend
Instead of standing taut;

And If I bend and sway with life,
I’ll manage come what may
And live to sway another way
Upon another day.


Saturday, August 24, 2013

Useless

Useless
by Chuang Tzu

When Tzu-ch’i of Nan-po was taking a stroll by the Hill of Shang, he spotted a great tree that towered above all the rest.

Its branches could shelter a thousand horses and its shade would easily cover them all. “What kind of tree is this,” he thought. “Its timber must be quite extraordinary.”

But when looking up he discovered that the higher branches were too gnarled to be used for floorboards or rafters.

When looking down he noticed that the trunk was too soft and pitted to be used for coffins.

He licked one of the leaves and it left a burning taste in his mouth.

He sniffed the bark and the odor was enough to take away his appetite for three days.

‘This wretched tree is completely useless,” he exclaimed, “and this must be why it has grown so large! Aha! –this is exactly the kind of uselessness that the holy man puts to great use.”

Monday, August 19, 2013

Live and Work

Live and Work
by STEPHEN

Father was a hard working man who delivered bread as a living to support his wife and three children. He spent all his evenings after work attending classes, hoping to improve himself so that he could one day find a better paying job. Except for Sundays, Father hardly ate a meal together with his family. He worked and studied very hard because he wanted to provide his family with the best money could buy.

Whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

The day came when the examination results were announced. To his joy, Father passed, and with distinctions too! Soon after, he was offered a good job as a senior supervisor which paid handsomely.

Like a dream come true, Father could now afford to provide his family with life’s little luxuries like nice clothing, fine food and vacation abroad.

However, the family still did not get to see father for most of the week. He continued to work very hard, hoping to be promoted to the position of manager. In fact, to make himself a worthily candidate for the promotion, he enrolled for another course in the open university.

Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

Father’s hard work paid off and he was promoted. Jubilantly, he decided to hire a maid to relieve his wife from her domestic tasks. He also felt that their three-room flat was no longer big enough, it would be nice for his family to be able to enjoy the facilities and comfort of a condominium. Having experienced the rewards of his hard work many times before, Father resolved to further his studies and work at being promoted again. The family still did not get to see much of him. In fact, sometimes Father had to work on Sundays entertaining clients. Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

As expected, Father’s hard work paid off again and he bought a beautiful condominium overlooking the coast of Singapore. On the first Sunday evening at their new home, Father declared to his family that he decided not to take anymore courses or pursue any more promotions. From then on he was going to devote more time to his family.

Father did not wake up the next day.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Inspirational and Inspiring Gifts be the best of whatever you are

Inspirational and Inspiring Gifts be the best of whatever you are
-- By Douglas Malloch

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley - but be
The best little scrub by the side of the hill;
Be a bush if you can't be a tree.

If you can't be a bush, be a bit of the grass,
Some highway happier make;
If you can't be a muskie, then just be a bass -
But the liveliest bass in the lake!

We can't all be captains, we got to be crew,
There's something for all of us here,
There's big work to do, and there's lesser to do,
And the task we must do is the near.

If you can't be a highway, then just be a trail,
If you can't be the sun, be a star;
It isn't by size that you win or you fail -
Be the best of whatever you are.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Optimism – The Difference between Optimists and Pessimists

Optimism – The Difference between Optimists and Pessimists

- Unknown

In order to better understand people’s views of the world, a researcher once placed two children, one a pessimist and the other an optimist, alone in separate rooms.

The pessimist was placed in a colourful room full of all kinds of imaginative toys…the optimist was put in a room filled with horse manure.

The first child played in the room for a little while, but soon came to the door asking to leave because the toys were boring and because they broke too easily.

Likewise, the young optimist soon came to the door…but rather than asking to leave, she asked for a shovel.

Of course, the researcher asked the child why she wanted a shovel.

She replied, “With all this manure around, I know that there must be a pony in here somewhere.”




Monday, August 12, 2013

Don’t wait for the parrot to die

Don’t wait for the parrot to die

The story is told of a woman who bought a parrot to keep her company, but she returned it the next day.

“This bird doesn’t talk,” she told the owner. ”Does he have a mirror in his cage?” he asked.

“Parrots love mirrors. They see their reflection and start a conversation.”

The woman bought a mirror and left.

The next day she returned; the bird still wasn’t talking.

“How about a ladder? Parrots love ladders.

The happy parrot is a talkative parrot.” The woman bought a ladder and left.

But the next day, she was back. “Does your parrot have a swing?

No? Well, that’s the problem.

Once he starts swinging, he’ll talk up a storm.”

The woman reluctantly bought a swing and left.

When she walked into the store the next day, her countenance had changed.

“The parrot died,” she said. The pet store owner was shocked.

“I’m so sorry. Tell me, did he ever say anything?” he asked.

“Yes, right before he died,” the woman replied.

“In a weak voice, he asked me, ‘Don’t they sell any food at that pet store?’”

Sometimes we forget what’s really important in life.

We get so caught up in things that are good while neglecting the things that are truly necessary.

We’ve got to provide the family with a nice house.

And of course, we’ve got to have at least two cars.

And to make everybody truly happy, we need the latest smart phone.

But, if we’re not careful, we’ll make the mistake of thinking those (and many other such “things”)
are the things that bring us satisfaction and meaning.

The prophet Haggai had a lot to say about priorities.

The Jews were spending plenty of time and energy taking care of their own needs, building their own houses,
planting their own fields, but they were neglecting the things of God.

They were too “busy” for God, but the things that were keeping them busy were not things which should have been of highest priority.

“Is it time for you yourselves to live in your paneled houses, and this temple to lie in ruins?” (Haggai 1:4).

We can easily determine what our true priorities are by looking at

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Picture of Peace

Picture of Peace
- Unknown

An artist was commissioned by a wealthy man to paint something that would depict peace. After a great deal of thought, the artist painted a beautiful country scene. There were green fields with cows standing in them, birds were flying in the blue sky and a lovely little village lay in a distant valley. The artist gave the picture to the man, but there was a look of disappointment on his face. The man said to the artist, "This isn't a picture of true peace. It isn't right. Go back and try again.

The artist went back to his studio, thought for several hours about peace, then went to his canvas and began to paint. When he was finished, there on the canvas was a beautiful picture of a mother, holding a sleeping baby in her arms, smiling lovingly at the child. He thought, surely, this is true peace, and hurried to give the picture to the wealthy man. But again, the wealthy man refused the painting and asked the painter to try again.

The artist returned again to his studio. He was discouraged, he was tired and he was disappointed. Anger swelled inside him, he felt the rejection of this wealthy man. Again, he thought, he even prayed for inspiration to paint a picture of true peace. Then, all of a sudden an idea came, he rushed to the canvas and began to paint as he had never painted before. When he finished, he hurried to the wealthy man.

He gave the painting to the man. He studied it carefully for several minutes. The artist held his breath. Then the wealthy man said, "Now this is a picture of true peace." He accepted the painting, paid the artist and everyone was happy.

And what was this picture of true peace?? The picture showed a stormy sea pounding against a cliff. The artist had captured the furry of the wind as it whipped black rain clouds which were laced with streaks of lightening. The sea was roaring in turmoil, waves churning, the dark sky filled with the power of the furious thunderstorm.

And in the middle of the picture, under a cliff, the artist had painted a small bird, safe and dry in her nest snuggled safely in the rocks. The bird was at peace midst the storm that raged about her.


Sunday, August 4, 2013

IF GOD SHOULD GO ON STRIKE

IF GOD SHOULD GO ON STRIKE

How is it that God above
Has never gone on strike
Because he was not treated fair
In things He didn't like.

If only once He'd given up,
And said, 'That's it, I'm through!
I've had enough of those on earth,
So this is what I'll do;

I'll give my orders to the sun -
'Cut off the heat supply!'
And to the moon - 'Give no more
Light, and run the ocean dry.'

Then just to make things really tough
And put the pressures on,
'Turn off the vital oxygen
Till every breath is gone!'

You know, He would be justified
If fairness was the game.
For no one has been abused
Or met with more disdain

Than God, any yet He carries on
Supplying you and me
With all the favours of His grace
And everything for free.

Men say they want a better deal
And so on strike they go.
But what a deal we've given
To God to whom all things we owe.

We don't care whom we hurt
To gain the things we like.
But what a mess we'd all be in
If God should go on strike!!

Friday, August 2, 2013

Behaviour Principle

Behaviour Principle

I cannot be responsible for something I cannot change and that is you.

I must be responsible for myself and the manner in which I conduct myself.

Only you have the power to change yourself.

If you will accept personal responsibility for your own behavior and I accept personal responsibility for my behaviour, then together we will influence others around us to accept the same responsibility for their Behaviour.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Teacher's Prayer

Teacher's Prayer
-James J. Metcalf

I want to teach my students how
To live this life on Earth.
To face it's struggles and it's strife
And to improve their worth.
Not just the lesson in a book
Or how the rivers flow, But how to choose the proper path
Wherever they may go.
To understand eternal truth
And know the right from wrong,
And gather all the beauty of
A flower and a song.
For if I help the world to grow
In wisdom and in grace,
Then I shall feel that I have won
And I have filled my place.
And so I ask your guidance, God,
That I may do my part.
For character and confidence
And happiness of heart.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

IT’S UP TO YOU!

One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.

IT’S UP TO YOU!
Unknown

One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.

One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room,
One candle wipes out darkness
One laugh will conquer gloom.

One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.

One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what’s true,
One life can make the difference,
You see, IT’S UP TO YOU!

Monday, July 29, 2013

"Masks"

"Masks"
-Author Unknown

Don't be fooled by the face I wear, for I wear a thousand masks, And none of them are me.
Don't be fooled, for goodness sake, don't be fooled.

I give you the impression that I'm secure, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, And that I need no one.
But don't believe me.

Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in aloneness, in fear. That's why I create a mask to hide behind, to shield me from the glance that knows,
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.

That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from my own self-built prison walls.
I'm afraid that deep down I'm nothing and that I'm just no good, And that you will reject me.

And so begins the parade of masks. I idly chatter to you. I tell you everything that's really nothing and
Nothing of what's everything, of what's crying within me.

Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying. I'd really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me.
But you've got to help me. You've got to hold out your hand.

Each time you're kind and gentle, and encouraging, Each time you try to understand because you really care,
My heart begins to grow wings, feeble wings, but wings.

With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding,
You alone can release me from my shallow world of uncertainty.

It will not be easy for you. The nearer you approach me, The blinder I may strike back.
But I'm told that Love is stronger than strong walls, And in this lies my only hope.

Please try to beat down these walls with firm hands,
But gentle hands, for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you wonder. I am every man you meet, and also every woman that you meet,
And I am you, also.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Count That Day Lost

Count That Day Lost
By George Eliot

If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went-
Then you may count that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay-
If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face-
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost-
Then count that day as worse than lost.