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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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