Go placidly amids the haste and the noise, and remember what peace there may be in silence. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant, they too have their own stories. Avoid loud and aggressive people, they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself to others, you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your carrier, however humble, it is a real possession in the changing fortune of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life if full of heroism. Be yourself especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennials as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture the strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself in imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigues and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have the right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you may conceive Him to be; and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life; keep peace with your soul. With all its shams, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann, 1927
God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I can not change
Courage, to change the things I can
Wisdom, to know the difference.
A BLESSED LIFE MAY BE DEFINED AS CONSISTING SIMPLY AND SOLELY IN THE POSSESSION OF GOODNESS AND TRUTH
FIVE BALLS IN LIFE
In a university commencement address several years ago, Brian Dyson, CEO of Coca Cola enterprises, spoke of the relation of work to ones other commitments:
Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them work, family, health, friends and spirit and youre keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls .., family, health, friends and spirit . are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or ever shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance in your life. How?
Dont undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is because we are different that each of us is special. Dont set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you. Dont take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as they were your life, for without them, life is meaningless. Dont let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future. By living your life one day at a time you live all the days of your life. Dont give up when you shall have something to give. Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying. Dont be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect. It is this fragile thread that binds us to each together. Dont be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave. Dont shut love out of your life by saying its impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly, and the best way to keep love is to give it wings. Dont run through life so fast that you forget not only where youve been, but also where you are going. Dont be afraid to learn. Knowledge is weightless, a treasure you can always carry easily. Dont use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved. Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
And today is a gift........thatís why we call it the present
TO ESCAPE CRITICISM ~ DO NOTHING, SAY NOTHING, BE NOTHING
A man found the cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared.
He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no further. So the man decided to help the butterfly, he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened.
In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste 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.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.
If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us.
We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly.
I asked for strength......... and God gave me difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for wisdom......... and God gave me problems to solve.
I asked for prosperity......... and God gave me brain and brawn to work.
I asked for courage......... and God gave me danger to overcome.
I asked for love......... and God gave me troubled people to help.
I asked for favours......... and God gave me opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted.............I received everything I needed.
Seseorang menemukan kepompong seekor kupu-kupu. Suatu hari lubang kecil muncul. Dia duduk dan mengamati dalam beberapa jam kupu-kupu itu ketika dia berjuang dengan memaksa dirinya melewati lubang kecil itu. Kemudian kupu-kupu itu berhenti membuat kemajuan. Kelihatannya dia telah berusaha semampunya dan dia tidak bisa lebih jauh lagi. Akhirnya orang tersebut memutuskan untuk membantunya, dia ambil sebuah gunting dan memotong sisa kekangan dari kepompong itu. Kupu-kupu tersebut keluar dengan mudahnya. Namun, dia mempunyai tubuh gembung dan kecil, sayap-sayap mengkerut.
Orang tersebut terus mengamatinya karena dia berharap bahwa pada suatu saat sayap-sayap itu akan mekar dan melebar
sehingga mampu menopang tubuhnya, yg mungkin akan berkembang dalam waktu. Semuanya tak pernah terjadi. Kenyataannya, kupu-kupu itu menghabiskan sisa hidupnya merangkak di sekitarnya dengan tubuh gembung dan sayap-sayap mengkerut. Dia tidak pernah bisa terbang.
Yang tidak dimengerti dari kebaikan dan ketergesaan orang tersebut adalah bahwa kepompong yg menghambat dan perjuangan yang dibutuhkan kupu-kupu untuk melewati lubang kecil adalah jalan Tuhan untuk memaksa cairan dari tubuh kupu-kupu itu ke dalam sayap-sayapnya sedemikian sehingga dia akan siap terbang begitu dia memperoleh kebebasan dari kepompong tersebut.
Kadang-kadang perjuangan adalah yang kita perlukan dalam hidup kita.
Jika Tuhan membiarkan kita hidup tanpa hambatan, itu mungkin melumpuhkan kita.
Kita mungkin tidak sekuat yang semestinya kita mampu. Kita mungkin tidak pernah dapat terbang.
Saya memohon kekuatan ..... dan Tuhan memberi saya kesulitan-kesulitan untuk membuat saya kuat
Saya memohon kebijakan ... dan Tuhan memberi saya persoalan untuk diselesaikan.
Saya memohon kemakmuran .... dan Tuhan memberi saya otak dan tenaga untuk bekerja.
Saya memohon keteguhan hati ... dan Tuhan memberi saya bahaya untuk diatasi.
Saya memohon cinta .... dan Tuhan memberi saya orang-orang bermasalah untuk ditolong.
Saya memohon kemurahan/kebaikan hati.... dan Tuhan memberi saya kesempatan-kesempatan.
Saya tidak memperoleh yang saya inginkan............saya mendapatkan segala yang saya butuhkan.
LET THE SON SHINE UPON YOU
MIRACLE OF LOVE
A True Story
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl,and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy.
The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee.
Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes... every minute. But Complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required ? Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With sirens howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St.Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.
The days inch by, The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst."
Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby now they plan a funeral.
Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says. Week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care.
But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive.
She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed."
The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line.
"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"
Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray ---"
Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady. Keep on singing, Michael. "You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away---"
The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr. Keep on singing, Michael. "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her. Keep on singing, Michael.
Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."
Funeral plans are scrapped. The next, day-the very next day-the little girl is well enough to go home! Woman's Day magazine called it "the miracle of a brother's song." The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love!
NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE
Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day she
asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how
am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"
God replied, "Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be
waiting for you and will take care of you."
"But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and
smile, that's enough for me to be happy."
He said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you
every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy."
"And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me,
if I don't know the language that men talk?"
"Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will
ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you
how to speak.
"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"
God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach
you how to pray."
"I've heard that on earth there are bad men, who will protect me?"
"Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."
"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."
"Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the
way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth
could already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly, "Oh
God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."
God silenced all fear when He said, "Your angel's name is of no
You will simply call her 'Mommy'.
~~~ THE ABILITY TO ACCEPT RESPONSIBILITY IS THE MEASURE OF THE MAN ~~~
LITTLE TEDDY STODDARD
There is a
story many years ago of an elementary teacher.Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as
she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she
told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said
that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the
front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant.
It to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners. He is a joy to be around."
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.
Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour.
On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.
By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one her "teacher's pets."
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further.
The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer, the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.
Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.
They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back.
She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you".
THE PRICE OF GREATNESS IS RESPONSIBILITY
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