Saturday, 22 July 2017

How rich are we?

One day a father and his rich family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him
        how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night on the farm of a very poor family. When they got
        back from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "Very good Dad!" "Did you see how poor
        people can be?" the father asked. "Yeah!" exclaimed the son. "And what did you learn?" asked the father.
        The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to
        the middle of the garden; they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden; they
        have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard; they have a whole horizon." When the little boy was
        finished, his father was speechless. His son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how 'poor' we are!"
        Isn't it true that it all depends on the way you look at things? If you have love, friends, family, health, good
        humor and a positive attitude towards life -- you've got everything! You can't buy any of these things. You
        may have all the material possessions you can imagine, provisions for the future, etc.; but if you are poor of
        spirit, you have nothing!
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Friday, 21 July 2017

Shake it Off And Step Up

A parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer's well. The farmer heard
        the mule braying. After carefully checking the situation, the farmer felt sorry for the mule, but decided that
        neither the mule nor the well was worth saving. Instead, he called his neighbors and friends together and
        told them what had happened. The farmer asked them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and
        put him out of his misery.
        At first, the old mule was hysterically braying, very upset! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued
        shoveling the dirt into the well, the dirt would hit his back, and a thought came to the donkey. It suddenly
        dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back: he should shake it off and step up!

        This is what the old mule did, shovel after shovel. "Shake it off and step up... shake it off and step up...
        shake it off and step up!" he repeated to encourage himself.
        No matter how painful the dirt, or how distressing the situation seemed, the old mule fought "panic" and just
        kept right on shaking it off and stepping up! You guessed it! It wasn't long before the old mule, battered and
        exhausted, stepped triumphantly right over the wall of that well! What seemed like it would bury him, actually
        end up blessing him. All because of the manner in which he handled his adversity.

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Thursday, 20 July 2017

The Fence

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every
        time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into
        the fence. Over the next few weeks as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily,
        gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to hammer those nails into the
        Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father
        suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days
        passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
        The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said "You have done well, my son, but look
        at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar
        just like this one."
        You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is
        still there.

This is Good

An old story is told of a king in Africa who had a close friend with whom he grew up. The friend had a habit
        of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) and remarking, "This is good!"
        One day the king and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the
        guns for the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns. After
        taking the gun from his friend, the king fired it, and his thumb was blown off. Examining the situation the
        friend remarked as usual, "This is good!" To which the king replied, "No, this is NOT good!" and immediately
        sent his friend to jail.
        About a year later, the king was hunting in an area that he should have known to avoid. Cannibals captured
        him and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake, and bound him to
        the stake. As they came close to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the king was missing a thumb. Being
        superstitious cannibals, they never ate anyone that was less than whole. So the cannibals untied the king,
        and sent him on his way.
        As he returned home, he was reminded of the incident that had blown off his thumb and felt sadness for his
        treatment of his friend. The king went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend. "You were right," he
        said, "it was good that my thumb was blown off." And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just
        happened. "And so I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this."
        "No," his friend replied, "This is good!" "What do you mean,'This is good'? said the king.
        “How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?" questioned the king.
        "If I had NOT been in jail, I would have been with you." said his friend.

Friday, 16 June 2017

Hospital Windows

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for
        an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
        The other man had to spend all of his time flat on his back.
        The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their
        involvement in the military service, and where they had been on vacation.
        And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by
        describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began
        to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and
        color of the world outside the hospital window.
        The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children
        sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm through flowers of every color of the rainbow.
        Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
        As the man by the window described all this in excellent detail, the man on the other side of the room would
        close his eyes and imagine the beautiful scene.
        One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by below. Although the other man
        couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind as the gentleman by the window described it.
        Weeks went by. One morning, a nurse arrived to bring water for their baths and found the lifeless body of
        the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened, and called the hospital
        attendants to take the body away.
        As soon as it seemed appropriate in a few days, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the
        window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him
        alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside.
        Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.
        He moved slowly to turn and look out the window beside the bed. The window faced
        a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have caused his deceased
        roommate to describe such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse
        answered that the man was blind, and could not even see the wall. She replied,
        "Maybe he just wanted to encourage you."

Monday, 1 May 2017

My Name Is Money

Let Me Introduce Myself ,
My Name Is *MONEY!!!...*

 I Have a Simple Look,
My Physique is also Weak,
But I am Capable of Rearranging the World Order.

I Am also *"Capable"* of Changing the *'Behaviour & Even Human Nature'*
Because the Humans Idolize Me.  Many Person's
👉Change Their Personality,
👉Betray their Friends,
👉Sell their Bodies,
👉In fact Even Abandon Their Religion, For My Sake!

I Don't Understand The Difference Between The Righteous &  Depraved,
But Men Use Me as a standard for Status,
Deciding Whether a Person is
👉Rich or Poor &
👉 Honorable or lowborn.

I am Not Satan, But People Often commit Trangressions Because Of Me.

I'm Also Not a Third Person,
But Many husband's & Wives are Separated Because of Me.
Many Children &  Parents are at Loggerheads Because of Me.

It is also Obvious that I Am Not God,
But Mankind Worship Me like a God,
In fact Often Times the Servants of God are honouring Me More than God,
Whereas You have been Advised, Don't Be Slaves to Money.

I'm Supposed to Serve Mankind, but Mankind​ Instead Wants to be My Slaves!?

I have Never Sacrificed Myself for Anyone,
But Many People are Willing to Die for Me.

I Need to Remind,
I Can Only Be An Instrument of Payment For Your Prescription Drugs,
But I Cannot Extend Your Life.

If One Day You Are Being Called by God,
I Will Not BeAble To accompany You
Let Alone to be the Redeemer of your Sins...,
You have to Face it Yourself with Your Creator &
Then Accept His Judgment.

At that Time,
The Almighty Will certainly Deal with You &  Ask You Concerning Me.

A Last Information From ME:

*I Will Not Be THERE IN HEAVEN !!!*
*Don't Look For Me There ...*

Saturday, 29 April 2017

Get Up

Bringing a giraffe into the world is a tall order. A baby giraffe falls 10 feet from its mother's womb and usually
        lands on its back. Within seconds it rolls over and tucks its legs under its body. From this position it
        considers the world for the first time and shakes off the last vestiges of the birthing fluid from its eyes and
        ears. Then the mother giraffe rudely introduces its offspring to the reality of life.
        In this book, "A View from the Zoo", Gary Richmond describes how a newborn giraffe learns its first lesson.
        The mother giraffe lowers her head long enough to take a quick look. Then she
        positions herself directly over her calf. She waits for about a minute, and then she
        does the most unreasonable thing. She swings her long, pendulous leg outward
        and kicks her baby, so that the baby is sent sprawling head over heels.
        When the baby doesn't get up, the violent process is repeated over and over
        again. The struggle to get up is huge. As the baby calf grows tired, the mother
        kicks it again to stimulate its efforts. At last, the baby giraffe stands for the first
        time on its wobbly legs.
        Then the mother giraffe does the most remarkable thing. She kicks it off its feet again. Why? She wants it to
        remember how it got up. In the wild, baby giraffes must be able to get up as quickly as possible to stay with
        the herd. There is safety by staying with the herd. Lions, hyenas, leopards, and wild hunting dogs all enjoy
        preying on young giraffes, and they'd get the baby, if the mother didn't teach her calf to get up quickly and
        stay with the herd.
        The late Irving Stone understood this too. He spent a lifetime studying greatness, writing biographies of such
        men as Michelangelo, Vincent van Gogh, Sigmund Freud, and Charles Darwin.
        Stone was once asked if he had found a thread that runs through the lives of all these exceptional people.
        He said, "I write about people who sometime in their life had a dream of something that should be
        accomplished, then they go to work.
        "They are beaten over the head, knocked down, vilified, and for years they get nowhere. But every time
        they're knocked down they stand up. You cannot destroy these people. And at the end of their lives they've
        accomplished some modest part of what they set out to do."

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

Boy Giving Blood

There was a little girl named Liza who was suffering from a disease and needed blood from her five-year-old
        brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to
        combat the illness.
        The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his
        blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying,
        "Yes, I'll do it if it will save my sister Liza."
        As the transfusion took place, he lay in the bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color
        return to her cheeks.
        Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice,
        "Will I start to die right away?" Being so young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor. He thought he was
        going to give his sister all of his blood, then die.

Sunday, 12 March 2017

The story of the butterfly

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.
        One day a small opening appeared.
        He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours
        as it struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole.
        Then it stopped, as if it couldn't go further.
        So the man decided to help the butterfly.
        He took a pair of scissors and
        snipped off the remaining bits of cocoon.
        The butterfly emerged easily, but
        it had a swollen body and shriveled wings.
        The man continued to watch it,
        expecting that any minute the wings would enlarge
        and expand enough to support the body,
        Neither happened!
        In fact the butterfly spent the rest of its life
        crawling around.
        It was never able to fly.
        What the man in his kindness
        and haste did not understand:
        The restricting cocoon and the struggle
        required by the butterfly to get through the opening
        was a way of forcing the fluid from the body
        into the wings so that it would be ready
        for flight once that was achieved.
        Sometimes struggles are exactly
        what we need in our lives.
        Going through life with no obstacles would cripple us.
        We will not be as strong as we could have been
        and we would never fly.

Thursday, 9 March 2017

Listening - at Christmas and always

A few years after I left my secondary school in Manchester, I was invited to help out with the school's Christmas Fair and I decided to have a go at being Father Christmas. I had recently grown my first full beard and thought that I would enter into the role by rubbing flour into my growth. Though I say it myself, I looked rather splendid and certainly I attracted lots of custom.

I was enjoying myself enormously, bringing a sense of magic to so many young children, but I was mystified by one young boy who paid for a second visit and then astonishingly for a third. The presents on offer were really pretty pitiful, so I asked him why he was coming to see me so often. He answered simply: "I just love talking to you".

It was then that I realised that, in many households, parents do not encourage their children to talk and really listen to them. This was a lesson that I have taken with me throughout my life. So, at home, at work, socially, always encourage family, friends, colleagues to talk about themselves and their feelings - and really listen.

Author: Roger Darlington