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Although she was scared to death, she went with her group to a tremendous granite cliff. In spite of her fear, she put on the gear, took hold on the rope and started up the face of that rock. Well, she got to a ledge where she could take a breather. As she was hanging on there, the safety rope snapped against Brenda's eye and knocked out her contact lens. Well, here she is on a rock ledge, with hundreds of feet Below her and hundreds of feet above her. Of course, she looked and looked and looked, hoping it had landed on the ledge, but it just wasn't there. Here she was, far from home, her sight now blurry. She was desperate and began to get upset, so she prayed to the Lord to help her to find it. When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but there was no contact lens to be found. She sat down, despondent, with the rest of the party, waiting for the rest of them to make it up the face of the cliff. She looked out across range after range of mountains, thinking of that Bible verse that says, "The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth." She thought, "Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me." Finally, they walked down the trail to the bottom. At the bottom there was a new party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?" Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across the face of the rock, carrying it. Brenda told me that her father is a cartoonist. When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a picture of an ant lugging that contact lens with the words, "Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me do, I'll carry it for You." I think it would probably do some of us good to occasionally say, "God, I don't know why you want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it's awfully heavy. But, if you want Me to carry it, I will." God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.
The Dart Board A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her teacher, whom we'll call Brother Smith. She says Brother Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons. One particular day, Sally walked into seminary and knew they were in for another fun day. On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Brother Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture. Sally's girlfriend (on her right), drew a picture of a girl who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend (on her left), drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of Brother Smith, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on his face. Sally was pleased at the overall effect she had achieved. The class lined up and began throwing darts, with much laughter and hilarity. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Brother Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her
target, Brother Smith began removing the target from the wall. Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus ... A complete hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced out. Brother Smith said only these words, "In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me." No other words were necessary; the tear-filled eyes of each student focused only on the picture of Christ. The students remained in their seats . . . even after the bell rang . . . then slowly left the classroom, tears streaming down their faces. Enough Said!!! "And the King will answer and say to them, 'Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.'" Matthew 25:40
The Bridge There was once a big turntable bridge, which spanned a large river. During most of the day, the bridge sat with the length running up and down the river parallel with the banks allowing ships to pass freely on both sides of the bridge. But, at certain times of the day, a certain train would come along and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river allowing the train to cross. A switchman sat in a small shack on one side of the river, where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place when the train crossed. One evening, when the switchman was waiting for the last train of the day to come, he looked off into the distance, through the dimming twilight, and caught sight of the train's light. He stepped to the controls and waited until the train was at a prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. He turned the bridge into position, but to his horror, he found that the locking control didn't work. If the bridge was not locked securely into position, it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came to it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. This would be a passenger train with many people aboard. He left the shack with the bridge turned across the river, and hurried to the other side of the river, where there was a lever, which he could use to operate the lock manually. He could hear the rumble of the train now, and leaned backwards to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. Many lives depended upon this man's strength. Then, coming across the bridge from the other direction, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. "Daddy, where are you?" His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. His first instinct was to cry out to the child, "Run! Run!" But the train was too close. The tiny feet would never make it across the bridge in time. The man almost left the lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to safety, but he realized he could not get back to the lever in time. Either the people on the train, or his son, must die. He took just a moment to make his decision. The train sped swiftly and safely on its way, and no one on board was even aware of the tiny, broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the rushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of a sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. They didn't see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked to tell his wife how he had sacrificed their son. Now, if you can comprehend the emotions, which went through this man's heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our Heavenly Father, when He sacrificed His Son to bridge the gap between us, and eternal life. Can there be any wonder that he caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when His Son died? And how does it feel when we speed along life without giving a thought to what was done for us through Jesus Christ? When was the last time you thanked Him for the sacrifice of His Son? - Author Unknown
Our Heavenly Father's Gifts I asked God to take away my pride, And God said "No." He said it was not for him to take away, but for me to give up. I asked God to make my handicapped child whole. And God said "No." He said her spirit is whole, her body is only temporary. I asked God to grant me patience. And God said "No." He said patience is a by-product of tribulations. It isn't granted, it is earned.I asked God to give me happiness. And God said "No." He said he gives me blessings, happiness is up to me. I asked God to spare me pain. And God said "No." He said suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to Me. I asked God to make my spirit grow. And God said "No." He said I must grow on my own. But he would prune me to make me fruitful. I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life. And God said "No." He said I will give you life, that you may enjoy all things. I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as he loves me. And God said, Ah, finally you have the idea. Amen!!!
A Letter To You From Satan I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night. You are so unthankful, I like that about you. I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living, fool, you are mine. Remember you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God. I am only using you to get even with God. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back. You see, FOOL, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you. But you have yield your life to me, and I'm going to make your life a living hell. That way, we'll be together twice. This will really hurt God. Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life with all of the good times we had. We have been watching dirty movies, cursing people out, stealing, lying, being hypocritical, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, being judgmental, back stabbing people, disrespecting adults, and those in leadership positions, no respect for the Church, bad attitudes. Surely you don't want to give all this up. Come on, Fool, let's burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you. I'd like to say "THANKS" for letting me use you for most of your foolish life. You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in HA HA HA, you make me sick. sin is beginning to take it's toll on your life. You look 20 years older, and now, I need new blood. So go ahead and teach some children how to sin. All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or drink while under-aged, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and live being as selfish as possible. Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too. Kids are like that. Well Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, and live for God with what little bit of life that you have
left. It's not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning, it's becoming a bit ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, I still hate you. IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.
The Brothel The madam opened the brothel door in Elko County , Nevada , and saw a rather dignified, well-dressed, good-looking man in his late forties or early fifties. 'May I help you sir?' she asked. 'I want to see Valerie,' the man replied. 'Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else', said the madam. 'No, I must see Valerie,' he replied. Just then, Valerie appeared and announced to the man she charged $10,000 a visit. Without hesitation, the man pulled out ten thousand dollars and gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs. After an hour, the man calmly left. The next night, the man appeared again, once more demanding to see Valerie. Valerie explained that no one had ever come back two nights in a row as she was so very expensive. There were no discounts and the price was still $10,000. The gentleman did not blink an eye. Again, he pulled out a wad of cash, gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs...After an hour, he left. The following night the man was there yet again. Everyone was astounded that he had come for a third consecutive night, maybe a record in the history of brothels in Nevada , which date back into the early 1800's. But without hesitation he paid Valerie the ten grand and off they went upstairs. After their session, Valerie said to the man,'No one has ever been with me three nights in a row.Where are you from?' The man replied,' Billings ,Montana .' 'Really', she said. 'I have family in Billings .' 'I know.' the man said. 'I regret to tell you, but your sister died, and I am her attorney.She asked me to give you your $30,000 inheritance.'
The moral of the story is that three things in life are certain: 1. Death 2. Taxes 3. Being screwed by a lawyer LITTLE RALPHY ON MATH'S A teacher asks her class, 'If there are 5 birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?' She calls on little Ralphy. He replies, 'None, they will all fly away with the first gunshot.' The teacher replies, 'The correct answer is 4, but I like your thinking..' Then little RALPHY says, 'I have a question for YOU. There are 3 women sitting on a bench having ice cream: One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?' The teacher, blushing a great deal, replied, 'Well, I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone.' To which Little RALPHY replied, 'The correct answer is 'the one with the wedding ring on,' but I like your thinking.' LITTLE RALPHY ON MATH (Part 2) Little RALPHY returns from school and says he got an F in arithmetic. 'Why?' asks the father? 'The teacher asked 'How much is 2x3,'' I said '6', replies RALPHY. 'But that's right!' says his dad. 'Yeah, but then she asked me 'How much is 3x2?'' 'What's the f....... difference?' asks the father. 'That's what I said!' LITTLE RALPHY ON ENGLISH Little RALPHY goes to school, and the teacher says, 'Today we are going to learn multi-syllable words, class. Does anybody have an example of a multi-syllable word?' RALPHY says 'Mas-tur-bate. .' Miss Rogers smiles and says, 'Wow, little RALPHY, that's a mouthful.' Little RALPHY says, 'No, Miss Rogers, you're thinking of a b***job.' LITTLE RALPHY ON GRAMMAR (Part 2) One day, during lessons on proper grammar, the teacher asked for a show of hands from those who could use the word 'beautiful' in the same sentence twice. First, she called on little Suzie, who responded with, 'My father bought my
I LOVE Little RALPHY!!!!! . business. 'Last night at the dinner table.' replied the teacher. he minded his own f.. Michael!' Then the teacher reluctantly called on little RALPHY. beautiful!'' LITTLE RALPHY ON GETTING OLDER Little RALPHY was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another.' Little RALPHY replied.. just f. and make you fat.' The man asked.. 'No. my sister told my father that she was pregnant. you know eating all that candy isn't good for you.. 'Son. Suzie. 'Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?' Little RALPHY answered.mother a beautiful dress and she looked beautiful in it.. rot your teeth.. and he said 'Beautiful. 'Excellent. It will give you acne... After the 6th one a man on the bench across from him said.' She said. 'My grandfather lived to be 107 years old.' 'Very good. 'My mummy planned a beautiful banquet and it turned out beautifully.. She then called on little Michael...
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we can conclude. Smith: "Haan toh Gaand Fat rahai (Ganpat Rai)!" Bihari: "Nahi. Your computer may not have eno ============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==== Equation 3 Women = eat + sleep + spend Donkeys = eat + sleep Therefore. Col." Bihari : "Theekh hai mai baap.spend = Donkeys In other words. sir. Men = Donkeys + earn money Therefore. jyada nahi!" Col." Col. Smith: "Kya 'jyada nahi' bolta hai. Men . Men that don't earn money = Donkeys The image cannot be displayed.Men = eat + sleep + earn money Donkeys = eat + sleep Therefore. Men earn money not to let women become Donkeys! (Postulate 1) And.. we have? Men + Women = Donkeys + earn money + Donkeys + spend money Therefore from Postulates 1 and 2. Women . likha hai to fat raha hoga. tumhara application me likha hua hai Gand fat rahai. see the following self-explanatory: GANPAT RAI Bihari.. Women that don't spend = Donkeys ============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ===== To Conclude: >From Equation 2 and Equation 3 Men that don't earn money = Women that don't spend. So. Women spend not to let men become Donkeys! (Postulate 2) So. Man + Woman = 2 Donkeys that live happily together British Hindi . read aloud this is Hilarious!!! Due to the way our Hindi was spoken/pronounced by those British then in India (as exemplified in Lagaan!!). Women = Donkeys + spend Therefore. Smith: "Tum daily marata hai (tumDelhi me rahta hai)?" .earn money = Donkeys In other words. Your computer may not have eno The image cannot be displayed.(who really needs a job) is being interviewed by a British Colonel Smith.
" Bihari : "Maaf karna Sarkaar. kya 'kabhi kabhi' bolta hai? Tumhara application mein likha hua hai ki tum daily marata hai.. They developed a pen that worked at zero gravity. Smiths' family asks him to do.... Immediately the authorities isolated the problem to the assembly line." After a few days there is no one except Col. Case 2 One of the most memorable case studies on Japanese management was the case of the empty soapbox. Smith: "Gand fatrahai!" Bihari : "Ji maalik. sarkaar. aisa zulum naa kare.jo hukum." Col. Wife: "Gand fatrahai.underwater." Ganpatrai who has been frustrated by these Brits for a long time..?? They used a pencil. GAND FATRAHAI. Jo hukum. starts like a bull." Col." Bihari : "Theek hai mai bap. upside down.." Bihari : "Theek hai maalkin. tumhari biwi aur beti to theek hai. The company received a complaint that a consumer had bought a soapbox that was empty.. Col.Gaand maarega to Gaand to phatega ne!" Case 1 When NASA began the launch of astronauts into space. hammara peeche se gaand maaro!" (gaanth maro . Maalkin?" Wife: "Gand fatrahai. which . Agar maine aisa kiya to hum ko sarkar kacha kha jayenge." Bihari : "Theek hai. likha hai to marata honga. they found out that the pens wouldn't work at zero gravity (ink won't flow down to the writing surface). While wearing her bra she is unable to 'tie the knot behind. jaldi se gaand maaro hum ko late hota hai.. . Maalkin. She is alone in her bedroom. GAND FATRAHAI!" Bihari: "Memsaab." Wife: "Gand fatrahai. which happened in one of Japan's biggest cosmetics companies. agar tumne jaldi se hamari gaand nahi maari to hum tumko kacha kha jaayengi... Panic stricken the wife tries to turn and shouts: "GAND FATRAHAI. Smith: "Aaj tum ko 3 kaam karnee kaa haai." Col." Wife: "Gand fatrahai.. To solve this problem. Bihari : "Yeh kya keh rahi hai.Smith's wife at home. Smith: "Gand fat rahai. lekin main aap ko nahi chod sakta. agar tum hum ko nahi chod sakta to hum tumko nokri se nikaal denga. it took them one decade and $12 million.' So." Bihari : "Nahi Nahi. kabhi kabhi!" Col." Bihari : "Hukum Sarkaar!" Col. And what did the Russians do. in practically any surface including crystal and in a temperature range from below freezing to over 300 degrees C.Bihari : "Nahi sir. idhar aaoo?" Bihariri : "Ji Maalkin." Bihari : "Nahi sarkaar. Smith: "Tum pehla hamaari beti ko chodenga (drop her off).aur uske baad mein hum ko chodenga. idhar aaoo. . Smith: "Gand fatrahai.Smith: "Gand fatrahai! Tum ko hum ko chodnaa padhega.baad mein hamaari biwi ko chodenga." The Bihari was employed on one condition that he will do whatever Col.tie the bra knot).
Something did. He was unable to finish a race in 1996 due to excruciating pain. They may even tell you that your dream is impossible. because on May 6.. If the red x still appears.. Many scientists agreed. Could this be happening today? Many people today can tell you this or that will never be done. others also added their names to the list. or the image may have been corrupted. you may have to delete the image and then insert it again. received the news. THE NEWS .. it was physically impossible. he did not get into complications of X-rays. etc. Post-haste. For some reason.4 seconds. others found they could also. 59. mere perceptions can solve the tough problems. He switched the fan on. The image cannot be displayed. Restart your computer. and then open the file again. and no one ever will. Roger Bannister proved them all wrong. you may have to delete the image and then insert it again. Inspiring Stories They Said It Couldn't Be Done by Jason Gracia They said it couldn't be done. Lance Armstrong. Your computer may not have enough memory to open the image. Restart your computer. and so can you. If the red x still appears. He was a hero both here and abroad. they worked hard and they worked fast but they spent a whooping amount to do so. He was called the 'Golden Boy of American Cycling... one soapbox went through the assembly line empty. After Bannister's sub fourminute mile. Roger Bannister must have been absent that day in class. it simply blew the empty boxes out of the line. Once someone proved they could accomplish the impossible. the engineers worked hard to devise an X-ray machine with high-resolution monitors manned by two people to watch all the soapboxes that passed through the line to make sure they were not empty. Your computer may not have enough memory to open the image. but instead came out with another solution. He bought a strong industrial electric fan and pointed it at the assembly line. No doubt. He was rushed to the hospital to find the cause.transported all the packaged boxes of soap to the delivery department. Victory Against Cancer by Jason Gracia In October of 1996. Moral: Always look for simple solutions. 1954. he ran the mile in 3 minutes. and as each soapbox passed the fan. No one ever has. Management asked its engineers to solve the problem. and then open the file again. This feat ended the world's nine year quest for the four-minute mile. The image cannot be displayed.' and felt like nothing could stop him. America's greatest cyclist. they said. But when a rank-and-file employee in a small company was posed with the same problem. No one could ever run the mile in under four minutes. or the image may have been corrupted. Devise the simplest possible solution that solves the problems Always Focus on solutions & not on problems So at the end of the day the thing that really matters is HOW ONE LOOKS INTO THE PROBLEM.
Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog. but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. Few thought he could win again. The road becomes narrow and winding toward the top of the mountain. he won. OVERCOMING OBSTACLES With the support of his family and friends. Armstrong realized how lucky of a man he really was. He did not feel cursed. Mother. continued on I-215. and so I drove the length of Route 91. Armstrong began training only five months after his diagnosis. was now hoping to have one thing. and they've finished repairing the engine. 1 Some thought he was crazy. "I will come next Tuesday. you won't get me back on the road until it clears--and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her. Still. He was just battling cancer. and the diagnosis was testicular cancer. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren I said. Some were unsure if he could survive cancer. Not only did he race well. "Forget the daffodils. . on her third call. my heart pounding. He did. Going and coming took most of a day--and I honestly did not have a free day until the following week. He was given a new viewpoint on life. a little reluctantly. Some were unsure if he could train again. The Daffodil Principle by Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards Several times my daughter had telephoned to say. Armstrong started to improve. "Mother." she answered. The tops of the mountains were sheathed in clouds. but lucky." "Well. " I promised. the Tour de Frances. The chemotherapy started to work and he started to once again think about racing. I was praying to reach the turnoff at Blue Jay that would signify I had arrived. He did. life. He did it. Now that he beat cancer. As I executed the hazardous turns at a snail's pace.That month Lance underwent several tests. and finally turned onto Route 18 and began to drive up the mountain highway. "I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car. his chances for recovery were 50/50." We drive in this all the time. Lance Armstrong took on the next biggest challenge. I had promised. I slowed to a crawl. gray blanket of fog. and there is nothing in the world except you and these darling children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!" 2 My daughter smiled calmly. and his unstoppable attitude. The man who had everything. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. The cancer had spread to his lungs and his brain." I wanted to go. how could he think about ever racing again? TAKING ACTION He did more than think about it. and I had gone only a few miles when the road was completely covered with a wet. He did. you must come and see the daffodils before they are over. After undergoing three immediate surgeries. The mechanic just called.
and bushes clustered in the folds. Before me lay the most glorious sight. and I followed Carolyn down the path as it wound through the trees. you will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience. the mountainside was radiant. gray silence of the mist-wrapped mountaintop at what I thought was risk to life and limb. "I'll drive. Mother. but the sky was lowering. The Fog had lifted a little. In a few minutes I was aware that we were back on the Rim-of-the." And so my sweet. On the far side of the church I saw a pine-needle-covered path. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes where it had run into every crevice and over every rise." "Carolyn. "by way of the daffodils. Even in the mist-filled air. darling daughter who had never given me a minute of difficulty in her whole life was suddenly in charge -. From our vantage point at the top of the mountain we could see beyond us. I was on the way to see some ridiculous daffodils -. I shivered. salmon pink." Carolyn offered. with towering evergreens and manzanita bushes and an inconspicuous. clothed in massive drifts and waterfalls of daffodils. Live oaks. "Just a few blocks. drizzling air. We parked in a small parking lot adjoining a little stone church." Carolyn smiled. The flowers were planted in majestic." We got into the car. The mountain sloped away from the side of the path in irregular dips. great ribbons and swaths of deep orange. and I looked up and gasped. I promise. swirling patterns." She replied with a knowing grin. Then we turned a corner of the path. Like it or not. the crests of the San Bernardino range like the dark. "I'm used to this." I said sternly.World Road heading over the top of the mountain. and flatlands stretched away to the desert. the green foliage looked dark and monochromatic. Far below us the fog-shrouded valleys. humped backs of a herd of elephants. "This isn't the way to the garage!" "We're going to my garage the long way. So we buckled up the children and went out to my car. like a deeply creased skirt." Carolyn said cheerfully. and she began driving. white. "Where are we going?" I exclaimed. After about twenty minutes we turned onto a small gravel road that branched down into an oak-filled hollow on the side of the mountain. and in the gray. 3 in the mist. hills. and valleys. "please turn around. I muttered all the way. lettered sign "Daffodil Garden.driving through the thick. lemon yellow. shrubs. gray and heavy with clouds. There is nothing in the world that I want to see enough to drive on this road in this weather.and she was kidnapping me! I couldn't believe it. . trying to sound as if I was still the mother and in charge of the situation. distressed to be back on the mountain road in the fog." We each took a child's hand. saffron. "I know what I'm doing." "It's all right. folds. mountain laurel. and butter yellow. unexpectedly and completely splendid."How far will we have to drive?" I asked cautiously.
I was overflowing with gratitude that she brought me -. a bevy of western bluebirds flitted and darted. who. These charming little birds are the color of sapphires with breasts of magenta red. by one woman. Words. As they dance in the air." There it was. There was no other way to do it.above the daffodils. On the patio we saw a poster.Each different-colored variety (I learned later that there were more than thirty-five varieties of daffodils in the vast display) was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. two feet.even against my will. Loving the work as it unfolded. Loving an achievement that grew so slowly and that bloomed for only three weeks of each year.) "But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn. "50. A charming path wound throughout the garden. more than thirty-five years before. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. No shortcuts -. and when?" "It's just one woman. Mother Nature had to add her own grace note -. beauty. For me that moment was a life-changing experience. Still. "Began in 1958. weaving through the brilliant daffodils. As though this were not magnificence enough. In the center of this incredible and dazzling display of gold. and very little brain." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. The first answer was a simple one. "And how." Carolyn answered. We walked up to the house. " Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. two hands. learning to use the accumulation of time. It did not matter that the sun was not shining. The brilliance of the daffodils was like the glow of the brightest sunlit day. wonderful as they are. "One at a time. almost speechless with wonder. That's her home.one bulb at a time -. 4 Five acres of flowers! (This too I discovered later when some of my questions were answered. had changed the world. "Who?" I asked again. my mind buzzing with questions. their colors are truly like jewels above the blowing. The Daffodil Principle." The third answer was. and inspiration. glowing daffodils.to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principle of celebration: learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time -. simply cannot describe the incredible beauty of that flower-bedecked mountain top.often just one baby-step at a time -learning to love the doing. I thought of this woman whom I had never met. year after year. flashing their brilliance." it read.simply loving the slow process of planting. She had created something of ineffable magnificence. paved with stone and furnished with Victorian wooden benches and great tubs of coral and carmine tulips. and why. 5 . "She lives on the property. had begun -. There were several resting stations. One bulb at a time. just planting one bulb at a time. a great cascade of purple grape hyacinth flowed down like a waterfall of blossoms framed in its own rock-lined basin.000 bulbs. The second answer was. The effect was spectacular. One bulb at a time.
TAKING RISKS . "Start tomorrow. and knew it would be realized. Oh. This didn't stop the young Dave Thomas. Dave Thomas didn't have the easiest childhood." I admitted to Carolyn. There was no way of short-circuiting that process. Thomas jumped. however. just one bulb at a time. 'At the age of eight. Every individual bulb had to be planted. someday. Dave Thomas had a dream. and was never able to meet his birth parents. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!" My wise daughter put the car into gear and summed up the message of the day in her direct way." The thought of it filled my mind. "Carolyn. we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. 6 PERSISTENCE Through hard work and persistence. our minds and hearts still bathed and bemused by the splendors we had seen. she planted every single bulb for more than thirty years. come to him on a silver platter. The way to make learning a lesson a celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask." I said that morning on the top of the mountain as we left the haven of daffodils. "It makes me sad in a way. As opportunities presented themselves. This did not.' Despite his surroundings. One bulb at a time! And that's the only way this garden could be created. all. In his autobiography. profound wisdom! It is pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays." she said with the same knowing smile she had worn for most of the morning. from dreaming. he states. Mr. The relationship he had with his adoptive father was difficult to say the least.When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort. Just think of it. and worked diligently to assure its attainment. We can change the world. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. the founder of Wendy's. Five acres of blooms. "How can I put this to use tomorrow?" The Dream Behind Wendy's by Jason Gracia As a young boy. this young boy learned much about the restaurant business by working in them at a very young age. I dreamed that one day I would own the best restaurant in the world. "it's as though that remarkable woman has needle-pointed the earth! Decorated it. He was able to start his own restaurant and take a giant step closer to his dream. He was an adopted child. That magnificent cascade of hyacinth! All. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the implications of what I had seen. He was passionate about his goal.
not knowing whether or not it would be successful. Wendy's is a $3 billion dollar company.Dave Thomas invested everything he had into the first Wendy's restaurant. and Dave Thomas is a man who had a dream. but that didn't stop him. Add to this equation persistence and passion. 7 . and did everything possible to make it come true. He could have lost it all. A boy with a dream is a powerful thing. A DREAM REALIZED Today. and you have an unstoppable force.
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The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He said. Who will bid for this picture?" There was silence. The auctioneer pounded his gavel.The Son A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected. "Sir. you don't know me. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father hung the portrait over his mantle. "Oh. I'm not really a great artist. painted by the young man. The man died a few months later. "We want to see the famous paintings. there was a knock at the door. and your love for art. Skip this one. About a month later. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. but I think your son would have wanted you to have this. but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted." The father opened the package. On the platform sat the painting of the son. $200?" Another voice shouted angrily. and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered. They had everything in their collection. from Picasso to Raphael. just before Christmas. excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. We . "I know this isn't much. We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He saved many lives that day. When the Vietnam conflict broke out. He often talked about you." The young man held out this package. It was a portrait of his son. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. "Will someone bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100. It's a gift". He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. no sir." But the auctioneer persisted. I could never repay what your son did for me. the son went to war.
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including the paintings. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?" Finally. twice. They didn't want the picture of the son. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. His message today is: "The son. Get on with the real bids!" But still the auctioneer continued. you see. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time.000 years ago to die on a cruel cross. When I was called to conduct this auction. whoever takes the Son gets everything. he who does not have the Son of God does not have life. The auctioneer pounded the gavel.didn't come to see this painting. Much like the auctioneer." "What about the paintings?" "I am sorry. won't someone bid $20?" The crowd was becoming angry. "Now let's get on with the collection!" The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry. Let's see the masters" someone shouted. the auction is over. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. who'll take the son?" Because. THE MAN WHO TOOK THE SON GETS EVERY THING!" Message: God gave His son 2." 1 John 5:12 The Storm . 3 He who has the Son has life. a voice came from the very back of the room. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate. the son. "Going once. "$10 is the bid. who will bid $20?" "Give it to him for $10. SOLD for $10!" A man sitting on the second row shouted. the Rembrandts." Being a poor man. I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. "I'll give $10 for the painting. it was all he could afford. "We have $10. We came to see the Van Gogh s.
Therefore.. ". Son!' he threw out the life line to his son's friend." . The Pastor again walked slowly to the pulpit and delivered a brief sermon with an invitation at the end." he continued. making eye contact with two teenagers who were. briefly introduced a guest Minister who was in the service that evening. the elderly gentleman stepped up to the pulpit and began to speak. and his son. With that. "A father. the two teenagers were sitting up straight in the pew. the two boys were at the old man's side.. before he gave his sermon for the evening. However." the old man said sadly." politely stated one of the boys." he began. How great is the love of God that he should do the same for us? Our Heavenly Father sacrificed His only begotten Son so that we could be saved. I don't think it was very realistic for a father to give up his only son's life in hopes that the other would become a Christian. for the first time since the service began. As the father yelled out 'I Love You. within moments after the service ended. The aged minister continued with his story.. no one responded to the appeal. anxiously waiting for the next words to come out of the old Minister's mouth. he sacrificed his son to save the son's friend. the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the room. The waves were so high. By the time the father had pulled the friend back to the capsized boat his son had disappeared beneath the raging swells into the black night. the church's Pastor slowly stood up. But.when a fast storm blocked any attempt to get back to the shore." 4 With that. "knew his son would step into eternity with Jesus and he could not bear the thought of his son's friend stepping into an eternity without Jesus. and a friend of his son were sailing off the Pacific coast. he could not keep the boat upright and the three were swept into the ocean as the boat capsized." The old man hesitated for a moment. By this time. "Grabbing a rescue line. looking somewhat interested in his story. "but. the father had to make the most excruciating decision of his life: to which boy would he throw the end of the life line? He had only seconds to make the decision.After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns. I urge you to accept His offer to rescue you and take hold of the life line He is throwing out to you in this service. "That was a nice story. In the introduction. The father knew that his son was a Christian and he also knew that his son's friend was not. The agony of his decision could not be matched by the torrent of waves. even though the father was an experienced sailor.. "The father. the Pastor told the congregation that the guest Minister was one of his dearest childhood friends and that he wanted him to have a few moments to greet the church and share whatever he felt would be appropriate for the service. His body was never recovered. walked over to the pulpit and.
"It sure isn't very realistic. You see. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I'm here today to tell you this story gives me a glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up His only Son for me. The love we give away is the only love we keep. I'm eighty-seven years old." the old man replied. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. I turned around to find a wrinkled. "I'm here to meet a rich husband. little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that that lit up her entire being.. My name is Rose. innocent age?" I asked. She was living it up. glancing down at his worn Bible. After class we walked to the student union building and share a chocolate milkshake. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. We became instant friends." 5 Love grows by giving. I was that father. you've got a point there.. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. have a couple of children. As a big smile broadened his narrow face. "Why are you in college at such a young." I asked. Elbert Hubbard Dreams The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. get married. is it? But. for the next three months. "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Hi. Over the course of the year. we would leave class together and talk nonstop. She said. handsome. Every day."Well. . and your Pastor is my son's friend. and then retire and travel." "No seriously. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded. The only way to retain love is to give it away. Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. he looked up again at the boys and said. She jokingly replied.
I'll never forget what she taught us. "I'm sorry I'm so jittery.At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. That doesn't take any talent or ability. At other times. He would squirm in his seat. often became exasperated with him. you will turn twenty years old. drool. being happy." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We do not stop playing because we are old. he spoke clearly and distinctly. You've got to 6 have a dream. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be. "You have to laugh and find humor every day. If I am eightyseven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. but rather for things we did not do.eight. seemingly unable to learn. Anybody can grow older. His teacher. The only people who fear death are those with regrets. we grow old because we stop playing. At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. At the age of 12 he was still in second grade." She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose. Doris Miller. As she began to deliver her prepared speech. as if a . We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!" "There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change. There are only four secrets to staying young. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did. she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. When you lose your dreams. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing. and achieving success. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. 7 The future belongs to those who believe In the beauty of their dreams -Eleanor Roosevelt The Empty Egg Jeremy was born with a twisted body and a slow mind. She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said. and make grunting noises. you die." "Have no regrets.
loud enough for the whole class to hear. But it wasn't fair to keep him in her class." Spring came.all except for Jeremy. a flower is certainly a sign of new life. In the first egg. "Oh yes. She called the landlord and waited an hour for him to come by and unclog it. It would be a terrible shock for Jeremy if we had to take him out of this school. She completely forgot about phoning Jeremy's parents. We know he really likes it here." A small girl in the first row waved . and the children talked excitedly about the coming of Easter. guilt washed over her. he would never learn to read and write. The next morning. while her husband spoke. He did not even make his usual noises. she gave each of the children a large plastic egg. Here I am complaining when my problems are nothing compared to that poor family. 19 children came to school. It isn't fair to him to be with younger children who don't have learning problems. Doris said to them. Jeremy. and Doris' face turned red. The other students snickered." Mrs. Why waste any more time trying? As she pondered the situation. Doris told them the story of Jesus. Doris' kitchen sink stopped up. After they completed their math lesson. she thought. From that day on. She stammered. "Miss Miller. N-now please take your seat. Miss Miller." she said. That evening. "I love you. she still had to shop for groceries. Furthermore." he exclaimed. laughing and talking as they placed their eggs in the large wicker basket on Miss Miller's desk. she tried hard to ignore Jeremy's noises and his blank stares. He listened intently. "Jeremy really belongs in a special school. Do you understand?" 8 "Yes." Doris sat for a long time after they had left." the children responded enthusiastically ." he said. One day she called his parents and asked them to come in for a consultation." she said to them. we know that spring is here. however. Then one day. and then to emphasize the idea of new life springing forth. Miss Miller. staring at the snow outside the window. As the Forresters entered the empty classroom. their only child had a terminal illness. iron a blouse. Had he understood what she had said about Jesus' death and resurrection? Did he understand the assignment? Perhaps she should call his parents and explain the project to them. and Jeremy was a distraction. She had 18 other youngsters to teach. Its coldness seemed to seep into her soul. "Wh-why that's very nice. She wanted to sympathize with the Forresters. Most of the time. his eyes never left her face. Forrester cried softly into a tissue. Doris found a flower. "there is no school of that kind nearby. After that. Jeremy just irritated his teacher. and prepare a vocabulary test for the next day. dragging his bad leg behind him. please help me to be more patient with Jeremy. there is a five year gap between his age and that of the other students. "I want you to take this home and bring it back tomorrow with something inside that shows new life. "When plants peek through the ground. Why. he limped to her desk. "Now. it was time to open the eggs. Lord.spot of light had penetrated the darkness of his brain. After all.
" Little Judy smiled proudly and said. The egg was empty. Together. Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. quickly moved to the piano. all of them empty. Jeremy spoke up. Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall. The next egg contained a plastic butterfly. your egg is empty. the mother saw her little boy was sitting at the keyboard. "Miss Miller. When she could speak again. the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience." At that moment. While the children excitedly ran out to the school yard. aren't you going to talk about my egg?" Flustered. In horror. which looked very real.her arm. and of course." . "That's my egg. the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE. and whispered in the boy's ear. the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. too." When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin. "Don't quit. Doris asked him. "Jesus was killed and put in there. "Miss Miller. Surely it must be Jeremy's she thought. the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her. that one is mine." Jeremy said." He looked into her eyes and said softly." Next. The audience was so mesmerized they couldn't recall what else the great master played. She gasped. Billy spoke up from the back of the classroom. "We all know that a caterpillar changes and grows into a beautiful butterfly. the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing. Yes. a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert." The recess bell rang. Twinkle Little Star. "My daddy helped me. Doris found a rock with moss on it. Suddenly. he did not understand her instructions. Three months later. Doris held it up. too. showed life." she called out. After they were seated. leaning over." Time stopped. but Jesus' tomb was empty. Because she did not want to embarrass him. Suddenly. Miss Miller. Jeremy died. "But Jeremy. The cold inside her melted away completely. innocently picking out "Twinkle. 9 God's Hands Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano." Then. Only the classic "Twinkle. the great piano master made his entrance. that's new life. yes." he beamed Then Doris opened the fourth egg. "Yes. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obligato. Then His Father raised Him up. She explained that moss. Keep playing. "Do you know why the tomb was empty?" "Oh. Doris replied. too. she quietly set the egg aside and reached for another. If only she had not forgotten to phone his parents. Twinkle Little Star. Doris cried. Those who paid their respects at the mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket.
New York. our life's work truly can be beautiful. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff. Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled children. At a Chush fundraising dinner. Know that His strong hands are there helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces. the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to this child. . Shay and his father walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. But with the hand of the Master. "Don't quit. pained by the father's anguish and stilled by the piercing query. He equips the called. while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools. Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than the things you acquire. 10 God doesn't call the equipped. Shay asked. the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career. You can hear the voice of the Master. But my child cannot understand things as other children do. God's Perfection -Rabbi Paysach Krohn In Brooklyn. listen carefully. "Where is the perfection in my son." Message: Feel His loving arms around you. Keep playing. whispering in your ear. Next time you set out to accomplish great feats. he cried out. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do." the father answered. "that God brings a child like this into the world. Shay? Everything God does is done with perfection. And He'll always be there to love and guide you on to great things." He then told the following story about his son Shay: One afternoon. but the results aren't exactly graceful flowing music. We try our best. Where is God's perfection?" The audience was shocked by the question.That's the way it is with God. "Do you think they will let me play?" Shay's father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that most boys would not want him on their team. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. But Shay's father understood that if his son was chosen to play it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging. "I believe.
as he had just hit a "grand slam" and won the game for his team. Everyone yelled. "Shay run home!" Shay ran home. let alone hit with it. One of Shay's teammates came up to Shay and together they held the bat and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. As Shay reached second base. the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Instead. "That day. "Run to second! run to second!" Shay ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. Shay would have been out and that would have ended the game." said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face. Everyone started yelling. Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. "Shay. turned him in the direction of third base and shouted. the right fielder had the ball. Shay's team scored again and now with two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base. so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head. stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him the hero. As the pitch came in. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed and startled. run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay run to the first base. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. Getting none. far beyond reach of the first baseman. the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay should at least be able to make contact. Shay was given the bat. "those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection. he took matters into his own hands and said "We are losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. who was still running. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shay. the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field.Shay's father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Shay could play. However as Shay stepped up to the plate. In the bottom of the ninth inning. Shay was told to put on a glove and go out to play short center field." Shay's father was ecstatic as Shay smiled broadly. "Run to third!" As Shay rounded third." . In the bottom of the eighth inning. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. the opposing short stop ran to him. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman who would tag out Shay. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions were. Shay and his teammate swung at the ball and together they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. 11 Shay was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shay bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game? Surprising. Everyone knew that it was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly. By the time he reached first base.
-Amy Carmichael Million Dollar Lesson Petey Parker A cab driver taught me a million dollar lesson in customer satisfaction and expectation. You must have a story to tell. "I used to be in Corporate America. 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. 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." "You bet. being of service and feeling like I have done a full day's work and done it well." he replied. The driver rushed to open the passenger door for me and made sure I was comfortably seated before he closed the door. he mentioned that the neatly folded Wall Street Journal next to me for my use. I had flown into Dallas for the sole purpose of calling on a client. I evaluate my personal assets and. to be GREAT in my business. I knew I would never be a rocket scientist.12 You can give without loving. but you cannot love without giving. As he got in the driver's seat. It cost me a $12 taxi ride. to be good in my business I could simply just meet the expectations of my passengers. A spotless cab pulled up.. "Obviously you take great pride in your work. Motivational speakers charge thousands of dollars to impart his kind of training to corporate executives and staff. But. wham! I became a cab driver.. Time was of the essence and my plan included a quick turnaround trip from and back to the airport. but I love driving cars. One thing I know for sure. 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! Corporate America's loss is the traveling folk's friend! 13 An Interview with God .
I dreamed I had an INTERVIEW WITH GOD. and we were silent for a while.. And then I asked. what are some of life's lessons you want your children to learn?" GOD replied." "That they live as if they would never die. "My time is eternity. All they can do is let themselves be loved." "That they lose their health to make money. "If you have time.." "That by thinking anxiously about the future.. and then long to be children again..." 14 . "So. "To learn they cannot make anyone love them." "To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness." "To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others. and it can take many years to heal them.. "As a parent." I said." GOD's hand took mine. "That they get bored with childhood that they rush to grow up. such that they live in neither the present nor the future. and die as though they had never lived." "To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in those they love. what questions do you have in mind for me?" "What surprises you the most about humankind?" GOD answered. GOD smiled. they forget the present.. you would like to interview me?" GOD asked. and then lose their money to restore their health..
you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.. but simply do not yet know how to express or show their feelings. 'Great. PARAG NESARIKAR A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower. 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?' Moral of the story If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time. but is one who needs the least. after a few seconds. and said.." "To learn that there are people who love them dearly. there stands Bob..." "To learn that two people can look at the same thing. "Just know that I am here.ALWAYS." 15 A Prayer . her husband asks. When she opens the door." "To learn that it is not enough that they forgive one another." "Thank you for your time. Bob says. the next-door neighbour. when the doorbell rings. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. 'Who was that?' 'It was Bob the next door neighbour.' After thinking for a moment. SINCERLY "To learn that a rich person is not one who has the most.Your Future Starts Today . Before she says a word. "Is there anything else you would like your children to know?" GOD smiled. 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel. Bob hands her $800 and leaves. but they must also forgive themselves.' she replies. the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.' the husband says. When she gets to the bathroom." I said humbly. and see it differently.
Jesus calls. clothes.00 Total owed: P16. Mother s Love A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper. turned over the paper he'd written on. eager to serve Your people and to spread Your Word. when you add it up.Gracious God. the cost of my love is: No Charge.00 Well.00 For cleaning up my room this week: P1. and this is what she wrote: For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge For all the nights that I've sat up with you. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron. I want to follow Him and be faithful to my call. Grant me the wisdom to know how to best use them for the glory of Your Name. Help me to see in myself what you see. and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. food.00 For cleaning up and raking the yard: P2. .00 For going to the store for you: P1. come follow Me. and even wiping your nose: No Charge Son.00 Taking out the garbage: P1. she read it. and this is what it said: For cutting the grass: P5. and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No Charge For all the nights that were filled with dread and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge For the toys. Amen. his mother looked at him standing there.00 For getting a good report card: P5. doctored and prayed for you: No Charge For all the trying times. You have blessed me with many gifts and talents. She picked up the pen. and give me the courage to follow wherever You may lead.00 Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: P1. and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. Bless the Church with generous hearts.
Gilbert went to his Heavenly Father for strength.When the boy finished reading what his mother had written. and he looked straight at his mother and said. by his stopping the race to speak to his Father also showed the crowd that he wasn't there without a "dad". Perhaps we spend too much of our prayer time asking God to rig the race. When Gilbert first saw the other cars he didn't cry out to God. The Scout Master came up to Gilbert with microphone in hand and asked the obvious question. he didn't ask God to fix the outcome. Gilbert stood with his Father within his heart and watched his block of wood wobble down the ramp with surprisingly great speed and rushed over the finish line a fraction of a second before Tommy's car. 18 I can do everything through Him who gives me strength. With a wrinkled brow he set to converse with his Father. He prayed in earnest for a very long minute and a half. 'Okay. a boy named Tommy stood with his father as their car sped down the ramp. no sir. He never doubted that God would indeed answer his request. when we should be seeking God's strength to get us through the struggle. Gilbert. -Philippians 4:13 Pick-up in the Rain . he prayed that God supply the grace to lose with dignity. or too much time asking God to remove us from the struggle. Gilbert leaped into the air with a loud "Thank You" as the crowd roared in approval. "No fair. smile on his face and announced. Gilbert's simple prayer spoke volumes to those present that night. I just asked Him to make it so I wouldn't cry when I lost. 16 Gilbert went to his knees clutching his funny looking block of wood between his hands. they had a father's help!" No. He didn't pray to win. there were big tears in his eyes. but he also went away a winner that night." Message: Children seem to have wisdom far beyond us. thus hurt someone else. Gilbert didn't ask God to win the race. May we all learn to pray this way. That wouldn't be fair to ask God to help you beat someone else. Gilbert?" To which my young son answered. to make us number one. huh. with his Father at his side. Then he stood. "Oh. "So you prayed to win. I am ready." As the crowd cheered. Gilbert asked God to give him strength in the outcome.
It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The man took her to safety. it's not that easy. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. at 11:30 PM. I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. When someone would ask him how he was doing. "Yes. she decided to flag down the next car. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others. so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him. every situation is a choice. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood. "If I were any better. I would be twins!" He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. Then you came along. Each time something bad happens. Antoine De Saint-Exupery (in The Little Prince) Positive Thinking Jerry is the kind of guy you love to hate. The rain drenched not only my clothes but my spirits. He was a natural motivator. thanked him and drove away. How do you do it?" Jerry replied. Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation. To his surprise. "Life is all about choices. a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. When you cut away all the junk. Soaking wet. it is. I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life. I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. right. Seeing this style really made me curious." 19 It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. A special note was attached. You choose how you react to situations.One night. "Each morning I wake up and say to myself. "Yeah. I choose to learn from it. helped her get assistance and put her into a taxi cab. You choose how ." Jerry said. A young white man stopped to help her generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. Because of you. he would reply. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. She seemed to be in a big hurry! She wrote down his address." I protested. Jerry. If an employee was having a bad day. Every time someone comes to me complaining. I choose to be in a good mood. What is essential is invisible to the eye. you have two choices today.
Attitude. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses. not dead. I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. "Then. 'Bullets!' Over their laughter. "Well. I took a deep breath and yelled. "She asked if I was allergic to anything.'" Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors. I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. I chose to live. shaking from nervousness. as I lay on the floor.. but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. 21 Every day we have the choice to live fully. Luckily. there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me. Operate on me as if I am alive." Jerry replied. Yes. I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gun point by three armed robbers. We lost touch. but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. A Christmas Reunion Pastor Rob Reid . "If I were any better. slipped off the combination. I'd be twins. I told them." "Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.' I knew I needed to take action. Jerry continued. I got really scared. When I asked him how he was. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care. The robbers panicked and shot him. is everything. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. I read 'he's a dead man. In their eyes." said Jerry.people will affect your mood.' I replied. Wanna see my 20 scars?" I declined to see his wounds. I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or I could choose to die." What did you do?" I asked. The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door. ".the paramedics were great. While trying to open the safe. his hand. Several years later. They kept telling me I was going to be fine.. Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. he replied. but also because of his amazing attitude. Soon thereafter. after all." I reflected on what Jerry said. Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body. 'I am choosing to live. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live life.
causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit. and on December 18th they were ahead of schedule and just about finished. the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder. On the 21st. repairing pews. They worked hard. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later. By this time it had started to snow. newly assigned to their first ministry to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn.. to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. "where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. These were the initials of the woman. in Austria. she was forced to leave. painting. handmade. Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. which was the least he could do. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve. and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before. The pastor insisted on driving her home. hangers. Her husband was going to follow her the next week.. He bought it and headed back to the church. The church was almost full. the pastor went over to the church. crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work. arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. 22 The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service. When they saw their church. etc. Her face was like a sheet.The brand new pastor and his wife. One of the items was a beautiful. sent to prison and never saw her husband or her home again. The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity so he stopped in.a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days. On December 19th a terrible tempest . She was captured. At the end of the service. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked. The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth. plastering walls. etc. The woman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. She missed it. When the Nazis came. They were. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area. fine colors and a Cross embroidered right in the center. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. . EBG were crocheted into it there. The music and the spirit were great. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. it was very run down and needed much work." she asked. "Pastor. beginning about head high. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job. ivory colored. but she made the pastor keep it for the church. headed home. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials. What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve.
23 A Christmas Story In September 1960. I loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. 11 at night until seven in the morning. I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between. was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. just a few miles out of town. She needed someone on the graveyard shift. whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. This seemed like a good arrangement to her. The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. store and restaurant in our small town. I certainly knew nothing about it. It was called the Big Wheel. but he was arrested and put in a prison.One older man. their sister was two. Still No Luck. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress. and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving. knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine. She paid 65 cents an hour and I could start that night. . He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment. The last place we went to. The seven of us went to every factory. at that time. I had to have a job. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. how he forced his wife to flee for her safety. No luck. Now that he had decided to leave. but no food either. so we made a deal. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. there would be no more beatings. The kids stayed. The boys ranged from three months to seven years. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. and he was supposed to follow her. He told the pastor how the Nazis came. continued to sit in one of the pews and stare.
New tires! There was no note. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. 24 The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. One bleak fall morning. but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car-or was that just a trick of the night? Something certainly looked different. just those beautiful brand new tires. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. and Jim. And so I started at the Big Wheel. Then my jaw dropped in amazement. we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job.) It was still dark and I couldn't see much. My old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I dragged-wagged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. . I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. As the weeks went by. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by the side of the road down by the dump. and a state trooper named Joe. no nothing. Les. In exchange for his mounting the new tires. I would clean up his office. I quickly opened the driver's side door.That night. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. These were the truckers. When I reached he car I peered warily into one of the side windows. When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-fully half of what I averaged every night. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. Frank. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. scrambled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. Clothes were a worry too. heating bills added another strain to my meager wage. When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning I hurried to the car. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers. but it was hard to tell what. I made a deal with the owner of the local service station. On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake up before I managed to get home and get the presents from the basement and place them under the tree.
& strength as they learn submission to Your leading. and friends to support. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll. and break its hold over their lives. Holy Spirit. and release to them Your courage. Bless their finances. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes: There were candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. and canned vegetables and potatoes. I pulled off the lid of the top box. there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. Where there is self doubting. reveal it. Lord. release a renewed confidence in Your ability to work through them. Father. I ask You to renew them by revealing Your nearness. Inside was a whole case of little blue jeans. I was sobbing with gratitude. 25 There was an enormous ham for baking. reveal Your love. I ask you to bless my friends and family members. Where there is pain. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop. Where there is a sin blocking them.Reaching back. Where there is fear. Where there is spiritual stagnation. and encourage them. give them greater vision. and reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it. Yes. There was a whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. patience. pie filling and flour. As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life. give them Your peace & mercy. I ask You to do these things in Jesus' name. Where there is tiredness. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning. show them a new revelation of Your love and power. or exhaustion. and by drawing them into greater intimacy with You. Give each of them discernment to recognize the demonic forces around them. I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. I ask You to give them understanding. Amen . and raise up leaders.