A Lesson on Time Management:
One day, an expert in time management was speaking to a group of business students and, to drive home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, "Okay, time for a quiz" and he pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouth mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. He also produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, "Is this jar full?" Everyone in the class yelled, "Yes." The time management expert replied, "Really?" He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. He dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the spaces between the big rocks. He then asked the group once more, "Is the jar full?" By this time the class was on to him. "Probably not," one of them answered. "Good!" he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "Is this jar full?" "No!" the class shouted. Once again he said, "Good." Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, "What is the point of this illustration?" One eager beaver raised his hand and said, "The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it!" "No," the speaker replied, "that's not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is: If you don't put the big rocks in first, you'll never get them in at all." What are the 'big rocks' in your life, time with your loved ones, your faith, your education, your dreams, a worthy cause, teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these big rocks in first or you'll never get them in at all. So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question: What are the 'big rocks' in my life? Then, put those in your jar first.


Customer Satisfaction : A Million Dollar Lesson:
A cab driver taught me a million dollar lesson in customer satisfaction and expectation. Motivational speakers charge thousands of dollars to impart his kind of training to corporate executives and staff. It cost me a $12 taxi ride. I had flown into Dallas for the sole purpose of calling on a client. Time was of the essence and my plan included a quick turnaround trip from and back to the airport. A spotless cab pulled up. The driver rushed to open the passenger door for me and made sure I was comfortably seated before he closed the door. As he got in the driver's seat, he mentioned that the neatly folded Wall Street Journal next to me for my use. He then showed me several tapes and asked me what type of music I would enjoy. Well! I looked around for a "Candid Camera!" Wouldn't you? I could not believe the service I was receiving! I took the opportunity to say, "Obviously you take great pride in your work. You must have a story to tell." "You bet," he replied, "I used to be in Microsoft as Sales Manager, California. But I got tired of thinking my best would never be good enough. I decided to find my niche in life where I could feel proud of being the best I could be. I knew I would never be a rocket scientist, but I love driving cars, being of service and feeling like I have done a full day's work and done it well. I evaluate my personal assets and... wham! I became a cab driver. One thing I know for sure, to be good in my business I could simply just meet the expectations of my passengers. But, to be GREAT in my business, I have to EXCEED the customer's expectations! I like both the sound and the return of being 'great' better than just getting by on 'average'" Did I tip him big time? You bet! Microsoft's loss is the traveling folk's friend! Lessons: * Go an Extra Mile when providing any Service to others. * The is no good or bad job. You can make any job good. * Good service always brings good return.

beautiful. before you tuck yourself in for the night. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live. He called his parents from San Francisco. or smart as we are. "we'd love to meet him. the son hung up the phone. indeed. The parents in this story are like many of us." "Son. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. . and they always want to open their hearts to us. they share a word of praise. They recognized him. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. son. Thankfully. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me. and I want him to come live with us. He'll find a way to live on his own. A few days later. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy." At that point." "No. "You don't know what you're asking.3 Unconditional Love . but I've a favor to ask." "I'm sorry to hear that. but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives." they replied. they were told. they received a call from the San Francisco police.A Touching Story: A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around. We have our own lives to live. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family. but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know. He has nowhere else to go. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. however. "Mom and Dad. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed They lend an ear." "Sure. and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!! There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always brings And you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift! True Friends are a very rare jewel. regardless of how messed up we are. Tonight. there's someone who won't treat us that way. Their son had died after falling from a building. The parents heard nothing more from him. I want him to live with us. "He was hurt pretty badly in the fighting." said the father. their son had only one arm and one leg. Mom and Dad. The police believed it was suicide. say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are." "There's something you should know the son continued. I'm coming home.

. he raised his voice at his father and said. As Graduation Day approached. As he read those words. he opened the Holy Book and began to turn the pages. the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. Before he could make arrangements. a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Holy Book.4 A Beautiful Gift . He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. and told him how much he loved him. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom. It had a tag with the dealer's name. On the tag was the date of his graduation. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Holy Book. Finally.PAID IN FULL. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family. and knowing his father could well afford it. but realized his father was very old. leaving the holy book. He needed to come home immediately and take care things. he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away. He had not seen him since that graduation day. and willed all of his possessions to his son. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son. When he arrived at his father's house. leather-bound Holy Book. he told him that was all he wanted. and the words.In a Different Packing: A young man was getting ready to graduate college. Curious. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. and thought perhaps he should go to him. but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely. sudden sadness and regret filled his heart.. Angrily. With tears. How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? For how long we keep on mis-understanding our Parent's Love? . "With all your money you give me a Holy Book?" and stormed out of the house. just as he had left it years ago.

"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked. Moral: 1. and they have four. "I saw that we have a dog at home. The peasant learned what many others never understand. If you have these then you have everything. They spent a day and a night in the farm of a very poor family. Power comes into play. When they got back from their trip the father asked his son. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it.5 A King. We have imported lamps in the garden. he finally succeeded. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The most important things in life are your friends. the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. After much pushing and straining. "Yeah!" "And what did you learn?" The son answered. they have a whole horizon. Serving nation is serving self. they have the stars. 2. Our patio reaches to the front yard. they have a creek that has no end. family. How poor are we? One day a father and his rich family took his son to a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are!" Moral of the story: Our outlook on life depends on the way we look at things. when it acts. his father was speechless. His son added. 3. "How was the trip?" "Very good Dad!" replied his son. health." When the little boy was finishing. On approaching the boulder. . he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one's condition. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear. What one may think as riches. others may want. but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way. a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. good humor and a positive attitude towards life. Big Rock and Peasant : Every obstacle presents an opportunity: In ancient times. As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden.

Then it seemed to stop making any progress. But it had a swollen body and small. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. Neither happened! In fact. in his kindness and haste. Moral: Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. We could never fly! . at any moment. which would contract in time.6 Cocoon and Butterfly : Importance of Struggle: A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. it would cripple us. What the man. and it could go no further. So the man decided to help the butterfly. shriveled wings. the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body. One day a small opening appeared. The butterfly then emerged easily. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles. It never was able to fly.

both seriously ill. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.. the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. as he lay staring at the ceiling. His bed was next to the room's only window. Late one night. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail. the man felt ashamed at first. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. their homes. The following morning. their jobs. It .7 The Hospital Window : Life is as we see it: Two men. occupied the same hospital room. along with the sound of breathing. he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Although the other man could not hear the band. where they had been on vacation. In less than five minutes. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window. Grand old trees graced the landscape. As the thought fermented. Moral of the story: The pursuit of happiness is a matter of choice. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. Unexpectedly.. the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. she left him alone. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. the man had said. he never moved. an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn't seem fair.and that thought now controlled his life. The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. They spoke of their wives and families. the man by the window began to cough. she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away--no words. The men talked for hours on end. As soon as it seemed appropriate. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. Finally.it is a positive attitude we consciously choose to express. It faced a blank wall. Slowly. he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. there was only silence--deathly silence. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights. their involvement in the military service. Now. the coughing and choking stopped. painfully. He should be by that window . no fuss. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable. Listening from across the room. he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look.

we will find that there is much to rejoice about. as an old man. I wanted to change the world. and uplifting thoughts. I couldn't change the town and as an older man. and suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself. I began to focus on my town. The pursuit of happiness is an inward journey. like bank vaults awaiting our deposits. we will never find lasting joy. look it over carefully. When I found I couldn't change the nation. Change the world : Change the attitude first !! When I was a young man. Now. After five years. encouraging. so I tried to change my nation. if we shoot down that seemingly harmless negative thought as it germinates. I tried to change my family. throw it away and start all over. If we regularly deposit positive. I realize the only thing I can change is myself. And I am certain that our circumstances are just a small part of what makes us joyful. look at it with suspicion. " Alfred Edward Perlman . My family and I could have made an impact on our town. Their impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world. If we wait for them to get just right." Food For Thought(Moral): "After you've done a thing the same way for two years. Our minds are like programs.8 is not a gift that gets delivered to our doorstep each morning. I found it was difficult to change the world. if we continue to bite our lips just before we begin to grumble and complain. nor does it come through the window. I could have made an impact on my family. And after ten years. awaiting the code that will determine behaviors.

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home. .. I am still depositing. well-poised and proud lady. who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock. it's how I arrange my mind. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up.9 Each day is a gift: The 92-year-old.." "That doesn't have anything to do with it. "Old age is like a bank account. Each day is a gift." she replied. my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. you haven't seen the room . petite. just for this time in my life. moved to a nursing home today. or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work. So. and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged." She went on to explain. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. "I love it. "Mrs. I already decided to love it. just wait. I have a choice. including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. even though she is legally blind. you withdraw from what you've put in. Her husband recently passed away.. making the move necessary. with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator." Moral of the Story: Each day is a gift." she stated with the enthusiasm of an eightyear-old having just been presented with a new toy. I provided a visual description of her tiny room. Jones.

He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. screaming and struggling to free himself." said the nobleman." And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time. .10 Penicillin. "I want to repay you. Fleming and Churchill: His name was Fleming. and he was a poor Scottish farmer. a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. Years afterward. The next day. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. There. he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of. One day. What saved his life this time? Penicillin." "No. "I'll make you a deal. was a terrified boy. "Yes. he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. the discoverer of Penicillin. while trying to make a living for his family. and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming. waving off the offer. he graduated from St. "You saved my son's life. the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death." the farmer replied proudly." the Scottish farmer replied. At that moment. I can't accept payment for what I did. The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill. If the lad is anything like his father. mired to his waist in black muck. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy.

except her loving boyfriend. I will marry you. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. think of those who may have died before their time. including her boyfriend." This is often how our human nature works when our status changes. someone donated a pair of eyes to her. Today. "Now that you can see the world. When the bandages came off. She hated everyone. before you say an unkind word. Only a very few remember what life was like before. before you complain about life. Before you complain about your husband or wife. Moral of the Story: Life is a gift. think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion. . will you marry me?" The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. Today. my dear. think of someone who has nothing to eat. "If I could only see the world. they were mine. "Take good care of your eyes. Her boyfriend left in tears and days later had a note sent to her saying. He asked her. she was able to see everything. Before you complain about the taste of your food. She hadn't expected that. think of someone who can't speak. and who was always by their side in the most painful situations. She told her boyfriend." One day. He was always there for her.11 Illuminated by Blindness: There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. for before they were yours. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.

in fact. That's my neighbor. Well. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you. sawing. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side. and then they met in the middle. and trading labor and goods as needed without a conflict. The farmer's eyes opened wide." The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge. "I think I understand the situation. About sunset when the farmer returned. "I'm looking for a few days' work" he said. I've a lot of other projects for you. and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence. he may have done this to spite me." The carpenter said. was coming toward them. "I'd love to stay on. It was a bridge -. sharing machinery. it's my younger brother." said the older brother. nailing. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference." the carpenter said. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's tool box." "Look across the creek at that farm. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox onto his shoulder. Then the long collaboration fell apart." The older brother had to go to town. "No. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. "I do have a job for you.so I won't need to see his place or his face anymore. taking each others hand." said the older brother. handrails and all -. the carpenter had just finished his job. who lived on adjoining farms. fell into conflict. so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day.and the neighbor. his jaw dropped. There was no fence there at all. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there I could help with? Could I help you?" "Yes. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring. his younger brother. but I have many more bridges to build." "See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build me a fence --an 8-foot fence -. wait! Stay a few days. but I'll do him one better.a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work. One morning there was a knock on John's door. "You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done. Food for Thought: Do you have any bridges that you need to build? . his hand outstretched.12 Two Brothers and A Carpenter: Once upon a time two brothers.

." replied the little girl. "There's a big difference. So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours." The little girl said. you will never let my hand go." Moral: In any relationship. "No. But if you hold my hand.." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father. the essence of trust is not in its bind.13 Essence of Trust: Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river. Dad. You hold my hand. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me. but in its bond. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter. I know for sure that no matter what happens.. "Sweetheart. chances are that I may let your hand go.

not the cups.. Now consider this: Life is the coffee. What all of you really wanted was coffee. money and position in society are the cups. not the cup. by concentrating only on the cup. And then you began eyeing each other's cups. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves.14 Coffee: A group of alumni. When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand.. Love generously.. crystal. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee.. some expensive. leaving behind the plain and cheap ones.. They are just tools to hold and contain Life. the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups . Care deeply. that is the source of your problems and stress. Offering his guests coffee. Enjoy your coffee! "The happiest people don't have the best of everything.. some plain looking. highly established in their careers. . the professor said: "If you noticed.. some exquisite .porcelain.. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us. got together to visit their old university professor. They just make the best of everything. Leave the rest to God. the jobs.. Speak kindly. glass. Sometimes. and the type of cup we have does not define.telling them to help themselves to the coffee." Live simply. plastic.. but you consciously went for the best cups.." God brews the coffee. all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up. nor change the quality of Life we live.

Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.age 8 2. Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip giving it to him. even kids have a better understanding than adults. When someone loves you. to make sure the taste is OK. That's love. she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. even when his hands got arthritis too. Terri . you should start with a friend who you hate. When my grandma got arthritis. Nikka . Rebecca .8): For those who misuse the word love.15 What is Love? Definitions by Kids (Aged: 4 .age 7 9.age 4 5. Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night. 1. You just know that your name is safe in their mouths. even after they know each other so well. Tommy .age 6 . If you want to learn to love better. the way they say your name is different.age 6 12. Clare . A group of professional people posted this question to a group of 4 to 8 year olds: "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.age 6 11. So my grandpa does it for her now all the time.age 4 6. My mommy loves me more than anybody. Billy . Danny .

the boy returned and the tree was so delighted. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily.. "I don't need much now..the only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears. Moral: This is a story for everyone.only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. The little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday." The boy replied.." the tree said". "I want toys. Finally." So the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. .. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. but I don't have anything for you anymore. I want to go sailing to relax myself. I don't have time to play." the asked the boy. He loved the tree top. A little boy loved to come and play around it every day. I am tired after all these years. The tree is our parents. When we were young.." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat.." "Come.. You can sail far away and be happy. just a place to rest. One hot summer day. my boy. Then you will have money. "Come play with me. I have to work for my family.16 The Apple Tree: A long time ago.. Can you help me? "Sorry but I don't have a house. "I really can't give you anything. we left them... ate the apples. "Sorry.. We need a house for shelter. we loved to play with Mom and Dad... One day the boy returned and the tree was so excited. the boy returned after he left for so many years. The tree was lonely and sad. He went sailing and never showed up for a very long long time.... You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that is how all of us are treating our parents.... The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then.. there was a huge apple tree. I am no longer a kid.." The boy was so excited.but you can pick my apples and sell them.. The tree was sad.. Can you give me a boat? " "Use my trunk to build your boat." "Sorry. but I don't have money. No matter what. "No more trunk for you to climb on" I am too old for that now" the boy said. One day the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.When we grew up. I don't ' play around trees anymore. parents will always be there and give everything they can to make you happy. "I am so sad and getting old.. "I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied. I need money to buy them. come sit down with me and rest " The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears. No more apples for yo u. "Come and play with me!" the tree said.. "Come and play with me" the tree said.He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. took a nap under the shadow." The boy replied "Good! Old Tree Roots is the best place to lean and rest on... Time went by...

you said. Some might even ignore what was said. this beautiful red haired. We all stood silently. If GOD lets us get wet. We waited. he can get us through anything!" The entire crowd stopped dead silent. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom." "We'll get soaked if we do. Memories of running. "Honey. splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target." Mom said. so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. "No. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Mom. "What?" Mom asked." Mom said. smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes. the kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters. Then off they ran. honey. some patiently. 'If God can get us through this." Mom replied. let's run through the rain. That's not what you said this morning. we won't. "No.17 Need Washing | Run in Rain: A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. Let's run through the rain. We all stood watching. She must have been 6 years old. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. No one came or left in the next few minutes." she said. through the puddles. . well maybe we just needed washing. "Lets run through the rain!" She repeated. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet? "Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer. freckle-faced image of innocence. The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in "Mom let's run through the rain." the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm. others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. We'll wait until it slows down a bit. It was pouring outside. They got soaked. you are absolutely right.

I got wet. I did. Keep in touch with your friends. you never know when you'll need each other -. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.18 And yes. They say it takes a minute to find a special person. don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. an hour to appreciate them. and they can take away your health. but then an entire life to forget them. I needed washing. a day to love them. . I ran. I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN. they can take away your money. But no one can ever take away your precious memories.and don't forget to run in the rain! . So. Moral: Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions.

A few shovel loads later. and take a step up on the dirt as it piled up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal. and take a step up! . But each trouble can be a stepping stone.Shake it off and Take a step ahead: One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. because the donkey was their friend. They all grabbed shovels. What happens to you isn't nearly as important as how you react to it. everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well. the farmer invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. He would shake it off. and trotted off! MORAL: Life is going to shovel dirt on you. and began to shovel dirt into the well. all kinds of dirt. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. and the well needed to be covered up anyway. the donkey was doing something amazing. the farmer finally looked down the well. But they discovered there was nothing they could do to help him. Pretty soon. and was astonished at what he saw. So. With every shovel of dirt that hit his back. he quieted down. Then. he would shake it off and take a step up. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not giving up! Shake it off.19 Donkey in the well . At first. he cried horribly. when the donkey realized what was happening. All the other farm animals were very upset about this.yours too Finally he decided since the animalwas old. to everyone's amazement.

"Throwing starfish in the ocean. He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day. As he got closer he called out. he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn't dancing. And if I don't throw them in they'll die. As he got closer. looked up and replied." Moral: Each of us can make a difference to this world. but instead he was reaching down to the shore. You can't possibly make a difference!" The young man listened politely.20 Make a Difference: Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing.One day he was walking along the shore. So he began to walk faster to catch up. and the tide is going out. Everybody is useful and it is just the matter of whether u want to make a difference . young man." "I guess I should have asked.He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. Then bent down. picked another starfish and threw it into the sea. and starfish all along it." "But. As he looked down the beach. he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. picking up something and very gently throwing it into the ocean. why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?" "The sun is up. "Good morning! What are you doing?" The young man paused. don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach. "It made a difference for that one. past the breaking waves and said.

" Therefore. Each day it opens a new account for you.com/ . It is never the case of us not having enough time to do things. SOURCE::: http://stories. There is no going back. It allows no overdraft. of course Well.400 seconds.successelectrons. Moral: Time management is decided by us alone and nobody else. and every evening cancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day. Every morning. Every night it writes off. Its name is Time. Each night it burns the records of the day. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow. whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. carries over no balance from day to day.400. there is never not enough time or too much time. What would you do? Draw out every pence. the loss is yours. everyone has such a bank.21 A God Gifted Bank: Imagine there is a bank. it credits you with 86. allows you to keep no cash balance. If you fail to use the day's deposits. which credits your account each morning with £86. but the case of whether we want to do it. It carries over no balance. as lost.

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