Friday, September 27, 2013

I've Learned

I've Learned
- Unknown -

I've learned ... That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

I've learned ... That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.

I've learned ... That money doesn't buy class.

I've learned ... That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.

I've learned ... That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.

I've learned ... That the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?

I've learned ... That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.

I've learned ... That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.

I've learned ... That love, not time, heals all wounds.

I've learned ... That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.

I've learned ... That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.

I've learned ... That there's nothing sweeter than sleeping with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheeks.

I've learned ... That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

I've learned ... That life is tough, but I'm tougher.

I've learned ... That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.

I've learned ... That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.

I've learned ... That I wish I could have told those I cared about that I love them one more time before they passed away.

I've learned ... That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.

I've learned ... That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.

I've learned ... That I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.

I've learned ... That when your newly born child holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.

I've learned ... That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.

I've learned ... That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation.

I've learned ... That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.–

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Lesson for the day

Lesson for the day

Many people will walk in and out of your life,
But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

To handle yourself, use your head;
To handle others, use your heart.
Anger is only one letter short of danger.
If someone betrays you once, it is his fault;
If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.

Great minds discuss ideas;
Average minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.

He who loses money, loses much;
He, who loses a friend, loses much more;
He, who loses faith, loses all.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,
But beautiful old people are works of art.

Learn from the mistakes of others.
You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Lesson for the day

Lesson for the day
Bear Bryant

If anything goes bad, I did it.

If anything goes semigood, then we did it.

If anything goes really good, then you did it.

That's all it takes to get people to win football games for you.

Friday, September 20, 2013

The Power of One

The Power of One
-Author Unknown-
One SONG can spark a moment,
One FLOWER can wake the dream,
One TREE can start a forest,
One BIRD can herald spring,
One SMILE begins a friendship,
One HANDCLASP lifts a soul,
One STAR can guide a ship at sea,
One WORD can frame the goal,
One VOTE can change a nation,
One SUNBEAM lights a room,
One CANDLE wipes out darkness,
One LAUGH will conquer gloom,
One STEP must start each journey,
One WORD must start a prayer,
One HOPE will raise our spirits,
One TOUCH can show you care,
One VOICE can speak with wisdom,
One HEART can know what is true,
One LIFE can make a difference,

You see, it is up to YOU.
You are only one, but still you are one.
You cannot do everything, but still You can do something;
and because You cannot do everything,
You will not refuse to do something You can do.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Bridge Builder

Bridge Builder
Martin Luther King, Jr. said,

“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is: What are you doing for others?”
In a world increasingly dominated by unapologetic selfishness, this idea may seem quaint and outdated.
Yet, for those who have a grand vision of their purpose and value, striving to be of service is not only a noble thing to do, it’s the best way to lead a truly fulfilling and significant life.

Poet William Allen Dromgoole put it this way:
An old man going a lone highway
Came at the evening, cold and grey,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a swollen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim.
That swollen stream held no fears for him,
But he paused when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You’re wasting strength with building here.
Your journey ends with the ending day.
You never again must pass this way.
You’ve crossed this chasm deep and wide.
Why build this bridge at the even’ tide?”
The builder lifted his old grey head,
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.
“This swollen stream that was naught for me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He too must cross in the twilight dim.
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”

Friday, September 13, 2013

Playing The Game

Playing The Game

Life is a game with a glorious prize,
If we can only play it right.
It is give and take, build and break,
And often it ends in a fight;
But he surely wins who honestly tries
(Regardless of wealth or fame),

He can never despair who plays it fair
How are you playing the game?

Do you wilt and whine, if you fail to win
In the manner you think your due?
Do you sneer at the man in case that he can
And does, do better than you?
Do you take your rebuffs with a knowing grin?
Do you laugh tho’ you pull up lame?

Does your faith hold true when the whole world’s blue?
How are you playing the game?

Get into the thick of it – wade in, boys!
Whatever your cherished goal;
Brace up your will till your pulses thrill,
And you dare – to your very soul!
Do something more than make a noise;
Let your purpose leap into flame

As you plunge with a cry, “I shall do or die,”
Then you will be playing the game.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

If I Had my Child To Raise Over Again

If I Had my Child To Raise Over Again
by Diane Loomans

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I’d build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I’d finger paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less and know to care more.
I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.
I’d stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars,
I’d do more hugging and less tugging.
I’d see the oak tree in the acorn more often,
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I’d model less about the love of power,
And more about the power of love

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The Black Telephone...

The Black Telephone...
- Unknown -

 When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in  our neighborhood.. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the  Wall. 

The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.

 I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with  fascination when my mother talked to it. 

 Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived  an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was  nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's  number and the correct time.

 My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while  my mother was visiting a neighbour. Amusing myself at the tool bench  in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was  terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no  one home to give sympathy.

 I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally  arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the  footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up,  I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.

 "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

 A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.


 "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came  readily enough now that I had an audience.

 "Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

 "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

 "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

 No,"I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

 "Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

 I said I could.

 "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,"
 said the voice..

 After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I asked  her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia  was. She helped me with my math.

 She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the  day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

 Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,

 Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and  then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not  consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so  beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap  of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

 She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne,  always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

 Somehow I felt better.

 Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

 Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"
 I asked.

 All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest .

 When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I  missed my friend very much.

 "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I  somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the  table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those  childhood conversations never really left me..

 Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene  sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient,  understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little  boy.

 A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in  Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15  minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then  without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and  said, "Information Please."

 Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.


 I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,

 "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

 There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess  your finger must have healed by now."

 I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any  idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

 I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me.

 I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

 I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked  if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

 "Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

 Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice


 I asked for Sally.

 "Are you a friend?" she said.

 "Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

 "I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been  working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died  five weeks ago."

 Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your  name was Wayne?"

 " Yes." I answered.

 "Well, Sally left a message for you.

 She wrote it down in case you called.

 Let me read it to you."

 The note said,

 "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.

 He'll know what I mean."

 I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

 Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..

 Whose life have you touched today?

 Why not pass this on? I just did....

 Lifting you on eagle's wings.

 May you find the joy and peace you long for.

 Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.