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In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by
an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the
Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world
thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget
the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never
been done before.
Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge.
He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it
could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else.
After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his
son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact
could be built.
Working together for the first time, the father and son developed
concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles
could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the
headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and
began to build their dream bridge.
The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway
a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling.
Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain
damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even
"We told those so “,” Crazy men and their crazy dreams"; "It’s foolish
to chase wild visions." Everyone had a negative comment to make
and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were
the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his
handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning
desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.
He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends,
but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his
hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a
gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to
see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.
It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly
an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided
to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a
code of communication with his wife.
He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he
wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same
method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed
foolish but the project was under way again.
For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on
his wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the
spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the
triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his determination not to
be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and
their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad
by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love
and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the
messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.
Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude
that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an
Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem
very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The
Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be
realised with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds
Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination
Parable of the Pencil
The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into
the box. "There are 5 things you need to know," he told the pencil,
"Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and
never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be."
"One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow
yourself to be held in someone’s hand."
"Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but
you'll need it to become a better pencil."
"Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make."
"Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside."
"And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your
mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write."
The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the
box with purpose in its heart.
Now replacing the place of the pencil with you always remember them
and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.
One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow
yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to
access you for the many gifts you possess.
Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by
going through various problems in life, but you'll need it to become a
Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.
Four: The most important part of you will always be what's on the
And Five: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your
mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your
Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that
you are a special person and only you can fulfil the purpose to
which you were born to accomplish. Never allow yourself to get
discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot
make a change.
The Buzzard, the Bat, and the Bumblebee
If you put a buzzard in a pen six or eight feet square and entirely
open at the top, the bird, in spite of his ability to fly, will be an
absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight
from the ground with a run of ten or twelve feet. Without space to run,
as is his habit, he will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a
prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble
creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on
the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no
doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it
can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
A Bumblebee if dropped into an open tumbler will be there until it
dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the
top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near
the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely
In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat
and the bee. They are struggling about with all their problems
and frustrations, not realizing that the answer is right there
A True Story
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady
nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad
shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage,
I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me
loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my
restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive
when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the
romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is
my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of
bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me
about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I
wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired; there are no reasons for every thing in the world!" I
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a
lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who
can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?
And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"
Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and
I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question,
if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's
say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we
both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do
it for me?"
He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of
paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the
dining table near the front door, that goes....
"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain
the reasons further...”
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software
programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my
fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs
to rush home to open the door for you.
You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city; I have to
save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend"
approaches every month; I have to save my palms so that I can calm
the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by
infantile autism m. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and
stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for
your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can
help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs.
So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you
enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of
flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you
more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die... "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and
as I continue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied,
please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your
favourite bread and fresh milk...
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching
tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....
Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he
does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
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