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Saturday, 22-Feb-2014 06:23 Email | Share | | Bookmark
Failure

Failure doesn't mean you are a failure,
  It does mean you haven't succeeded yet.

  Failure doesn't mean you have accomplished nothing,
  It does mean you have learned something.

  Failure doesn't mean you have been a fool,
  It does mean you had a lot of faith.

  Failure doesn't mean you've been disgraced,
  It does mean you were willing to try.

  Failure doesn't mean you don't have it,
  It does mean you have to do something in a different way.

  Failure doesn't mean you are inferior,
  It does mean you are not perfect.

  Failure doesn't mean you've wasted your life,
  It does mean you have a reason to start afresh.

  Failure doesn't mean you should give up,
  It does mean you must try harder.

  Failure doesn't mean you'll never make it,
  It does mean it will take a little longer.

  Failure doesn't mean God has abandoned you,
  It does mean God has a better idea.


Wednesday, 19-Feb-2014 06:33 Email | Share | | Bookmark
The Echo


 A son and his father were walking on the mountains. Suddenly, the son falls, hurts himself and screams, "AAAhhhh!!!"To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain," AAAhhhh!!!" Curious, he yells," Who are you?" He receives the answer,"Who are you?" Angered at the response, he scream,"Coward!" He receives the answer,"Coward!"

  He looks to his father and asks,"What's going on?" The father smiles and says,"My son, pay attention." And then he screams to the mountain, "I admire you!" The voice answers," I admire you!" Again the man screams,"You are a champion!" The voice answers,"You are a champion!" The boy is surprised, but does not understand.
  
  Then the father explains,"People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE. It gives you back everything you say or do. Our life is simply a reflection of our actions. If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart. If you want more competence in you team, improve your competence. This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life. Life will give you back everything you have given to it."


Monday, 17-Feb-2014 05:58 Email | Share | | Bookmark
Let Us Smile



  The thing that goes the farthest toward making life worthwhile,

  That costs the least and does the most, is just a pleasant smile.

  The smile that bubbles from the heart that loves its fellow men,

  Will drive away the clouds of gloom and coax the Sun again.

  It'sfull of worth and goodness, too, with manly kindness blent;

  It’s worth a million dollars, and it doesn’t cost a cent.

  There is no room for sadness when we see a cheery smile;

  It always has the same good look; it’s never out of style;

  It nerves us on to try again when failure makes us blue;

  The dimples of encouragement are good for me and you.

  It pays the highest interest — for it is merely lent;

  It’s worth a million dollars, and it doesn’t cost a cent.

  A smile comes very easy — you can wrinkle up with cheer,

  A hundred times before you can squeeze out a salty tear;

  It ripples out, moreover, to the heartstrings that will tug,

  And always leaves an echo that is very like a hug.

  So, smile away! Folks understand what by a smile is meant;

  It’s worth a million dollars, and it doesn’t cost a cent.


Thursday, 13-Feb-2014 06:11 Email | Share | | Bookmark
The Fascinating Moonrise



  There is a hill near my home that I often climb at night. The noise of the city is a far-off murmur. In the hush of dark I share the cheerfulness of crickets and the confidence of owls. But it is the drama of the moonrise that I come to see. For that restores in me a quiet and clarity that the city spends too freely.

  From this hill I have watched many moons rise. Each one had its own mood. There have been broad, confident harvest moons in autumn; shy, misty moons in spring; lonely, white winter moons rising into the utter silence of an ink-black sky and smoke-smudged orange moons over the dry fields of summer. Each, like fine music, excited my heart and then calmed my soul.

  But we, who live indoors, have lost contact with the moon. The glare of street lights and the dust of pollution veil the night sky. Though men have walked on the moon, it grows less familiar. Few of us can say what time the moon will rise tonight.

  Still, it tugs at our minds.

  If we unexpectedly encounter the full moon, huge and yellow over the horizon, we are helpless but to stare back at its commanding presence. And the moon has gifts to bestow upon those who watch.

  I learned about its gifts one July evening in the mountains. My car had mysteriously stalled, and I was stranded and alone. The sun had set, and I was watching what seemed to be the bright-orange glow of a forest fire beyond a ridge to the east. Suddenly, the ridge itself seemed to burst into flame. Then, the rising moon, huge and red and grotesquely misshapen by the dust and sweat of the summer atmosphere, loomed up out of the woods. Distorted thus by the hot breath of earth, the moon seemed ill-tempered and imperfect. Dogs at nearby farmhouse barked nervously, as if this strange light had wakened evil spirits in the weeds.

  But as the moon lifted off the ridge it gathered firmness and authority. Its complexion changed from red, to orange, to gold, to impassive yellow. It seemed to draw light out of the darkening earth, for as it rose, the hills and valleys below grew dimmer. By the time the moon stood clear of the horizon, full-chested and round and of the colour of ivory, the valleys were deep shadows in the landscape. The dogs, reassured that this was the familiar moon, stopped barking. And all at once I felt a confidence and joy close to laughter.

  The drama took an hour. Moonrise is slow and serried with subtleties. To watch it, we must slip into an older, more patient sense of time.

  To watch the moon move inflexibly higher is to find an unusual stillness within ourselves. Our imaginations become aware of the vast distance of space, the immensity of the earth and the huge improbability of our own existence. We feel small but privileged.

  Moonlight shows us none of life’s harder edges. Hillsides seem silken and silvery, the oceans still and blue in its light. In moonlight we become less calculating, more drawn to our feelings.


Monday, 10-Feb-2014 06:46 Email | Share | | Bookmark
World of Smiles



About ten years ago when I was an undergraduate in college, I was working as an intern at my University’s Museum of Natural History. One day while working at the cash register in the gift shop, I saw an elderly couple come in with a little girl in a wheelchair.

As I looked closer at this girl, I saw that she was kind of perched on her chair. I then realized she had no arms or legs, just a head, neck and torso. She was wearing a little white dress with red polka dots.

As the couple wheeled her up to me I was looking down at the register. I turned my head toward the girl and gave her a wink. As I took the money from her grandparents, I looked back at the girl, who was giving me the cutest, largest smile I have ever seen. All of a sudden her handicap was gone and all I saw was this beautiful girl, whose smile just melted me and almost instantly gave me a completely new sense of what life is all about. She took me from a poor, unhappy college student and brought me into her world; a world of smiles, love and warmth.

That was ten years ago. I’m a successful business person now and whenever I get down and think about the troubles of the world, I think about that little girl and the remarkable lesson about life that she taught me.


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