tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62896317947615739792012-02-16T23:21:26.240+05:30Moral stories are about the lesson and message expressed through an event or story. Stock characters are used to simplify the moral of the story and enable writer to convey clear message. Morals have characteristically been more understandable in children's literature.Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.comBlogger2601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-9474975107548284742010-07-25T11:44:00.001+05:302010-07-25T11:46:11.488+05:30

I know a couple who works in the pharmaceutical industry. He is a sales representative and she is a pharmacist. When asked what they do for a living, he is quick to reply, "She makes drugs and I sell them."I believe it was Lord Byron who said, "Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine." And they're finding that to be true - quite literally.A woman diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis wrote

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It was a bitter, cold evening in northern Virginia many years ago. The old man's beard was glazed by winter's frost while he waited for a ride across the river. The wait seemed endless. His body became numb and stiff from the frigid north wind.He heard the faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves galloping along the frozen path. Anxiously, he watched as several horsemen rounded the bend. He let

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One old man was sitting with his 25 years old son in the train. Train is about to leave the station. All passengers are settling down their seat. As train started young man was filled with lot of joy and curiosity. He was sitting on the window side. He went out one hand and feeling the passing air. He shouted, "Papa see all trees are going behind". Old man smile and admired son feelings. Beside

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For years my daughter, Candi, and I had talked about canoeing the Yellow River in the Florida panhandle. Finally, during one of her college breaks, we decided to go for it.We were only half an hour into our trip when the sky turned dark and thunder rumbled in the distance. The current picked up, and I grew uneasy about the rising water.The rain came down quickly in wind-whipped sheets and the

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There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet.He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it..When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as

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People come into your life for a REASON, a SEASON, or a LIFETIME. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may

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"I am fear. I am the menace that lurks in the path of life, never visible to the eye but sharply felt in the heart. I am the father of despair, the brother of procrastination, the enemy of progress, the tool of tyranny. Born of ignorance and nursed on misguided thought, I have darkened more hopes, stifled more ambitions, shattered more ideals and prevented more accomplishments than history could

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Alone in the wheel of light at the dining room table, surrounded by an otherwise darkened house, I sat in tears. Finally, I'd succeeded in getting both kids to bed. A relatively new single parent, I had to be both Mommy and Daddy to my two little children. I got them both washed, accompanied by shrieks of delight, crazy running around, laughing and throwing things. More or less calmed down, they

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A man came out of his home to admire his new truck.To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck.The man ran to his son, knocked him away, and hammered the little boy’s hands into pulp as punishment.When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally

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One hot day, an ant was searching for some water. After walking around for some time, she came to a spring.To reach the spring, she had to climb up a blade of grass. While making her way up, she slipped and fell into the water. She could have drowned if a dove up a nearby tree had not seen her. Seeing that the ant was in trouble, the dove quickly plucked off a leaf and dropped it into the water

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During a flight between New York and Chicago, the captain made this announcement over the plane's intercom: "Our number four engine has just been shut off because of mechanical trouble.There is nothing to worry about, however, we can still finish the flight with just three engines, and besides, you will be reassured to know that we have four bishops on board."An 86-year-old woman called the

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Finding that cranes were destroying his newly sown corn, a farmer one evening set a net in his field to catch the destructive birds. When he went to examine the net next morning he found a number of cranes and also a stork."Release me, I beseech you," cried the stork, "for I have eaten none of your corn, nor have I done you any harm. I am a poor innocent stork, as you may see - a most dutiful

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Next autumn, when you see geese heading south for the winter, flying in a "V" formation, you might consider what science has discovered as to why they fly that way. As each bird flaps its wings, it creates uplift for the bird immediately following. By flying in a "V" formation, the whole flock adds at least 71 percent greater flying range than if each bird flew on its own.People who share a

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One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people can be. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?""It was great, Dad.""Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked."

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Two men were walking along one summer day. Soon it became too hot to go any further and, seeing a large plane tree nearby, they threw themselves on the ground to rest in its shade.Gazing up into the branches one man said to the other:“What a useless tree this is. It does not have fruit or nuts that we can eat and we cannot even use its wood for anything.”“Don’t be so ungrateful,” rustled the tree

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It was a king's court, the ministers, pundits and artists were all seated in their respective places. The king and his ministers had earned quite a name and fame for their wit and wisdom. One day a sage entered the court. He was given a warm welcome with all honor due to him. The king asked him: "Oh revered one! May I know what brings you here? We are very happy on account of your presence here

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My friend was walking down a deserted Mexican beach at sunset. As he walked along, he began to see another man in the distance. As he grew nearer, he noticed that the local native kept leaning down, picking something up and throwing it out into the water. Time and again he kept hurling things out into the ocean. As my friend approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish

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Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back to his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went through was very rough and stony. He then ordered his people to cover every road of the entire

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Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear. Courage is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there is always tomorrow.There is an ecstasy, a joy that many believe is

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It's not good to say "thank you" and not mean it, but it's even worse to mean it and not say it.I look back upon my youth and realize how so many people gave me help, understanding, courage very important things to me and they never knew it. They entered into my life and became powers within me.All of us live spiritually by what others have given us, often unwittingly, in the significant hours of

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Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneerThought it scarcely worth his whileTo waste his time on the old violinBut he held it up with a smile."What am I bid, good folks?"he cried"Who'll start the biding for me?A dollar, a dollar--now two--only two?Two dollars! And who'll make it three?"Three dollars once! Three dollars twice!Going for three" But no!From the room far back a gray-haired manCame

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There are two days in every week about which we should not worry two days that should be kept free from any fear and apprehension. One of these days is Yesterday, with its mistakes and cares, its aches and pains, its faults and blunders. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed; we cannot erase

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You have the power to do things you never dreamed possible.This power becomes available to you as soon as you change your beliefs.If you did all the things you're capable of doing,you would literally amaze yourself.You know what you are today,but not what you may become tomorrow.Look at things as you want them to be,and then make those things happen.You don't know what you can do until you

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A very ill little boy was telling his Grandma how "everything" was going wrong ...school was too hard, family problems other than his illness, his severe pain, just all the hardships he was going through.Meanwhile, Grandma was baking a cake. She asked the child if he would like a snack, which of course he does."Here. Have some cooking oil.""Yuck," said the boy."How about a couple of raw eggs?""

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A small child walked daily to and from school. As the day progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The weather was becoming frightening and dangerous as the lightning got steadily worse.Being concerned, the child's mother got into her car and drove along the route to her child's school. Soon she saw her small child walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the

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"I am going home to Denmark, Son, and I just wanted to tell you I love you."In my dad's last telephone call to me, he repeated that line seven times in a half hour. I wasn't listening at the right level. I heard the words, but not the message, and certainly not their profound intent. I believed my dad would live to be over 100 years old, as my great uncle lived to be 107 years old. I had not felt

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May this day find you with gentle peace in your heart.May you feel how much you belong here, with all of us on our beloved planet.May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be.May you use those gifts that you have received.May you pass on the love that has been given to you.May you grow in understanding and

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The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I

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I asked for Strength.........And God gave me Difficulties to make me strongI asked for Wisdom.........And God gave me Problems to solve.I asked for Prosperity.........And God gave me Brain and Brawn to workI asked for Courage.........And God gave me Danger to overcome.I asked for Love.........And God gave me Troubled people to helpI asked for Favors.........And God gave me Opportunities.I

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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 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

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A young, new preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was inquiring of the older preacher. The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals.The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was

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My Brother's Keeper, My Sister's Keeper, My Child's Keeper (This will give you chills, but it's WELL worth reading!) God has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the right time.I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I slowed down to listen and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing

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We have a beautiful "Christmas Cactus," which I gave to my wife as a gift 24 years ago. It has accompanied us through tough years and good times. It has lived with us in four different communities and has been present during the raising of our family. But it almost died.As the small plant grew, we transferred it to a larger pot. It did well for about twenty years, but then began to die. It seemed

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When I ask you to listen to me and you start giving me advice, you have not done what I asked.When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn't feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings.When I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem, you have failed me, strange as that may seem.Listen! All I ask is that you listen.Don't talk or

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Feelings are like the weather, constantly shifting and changing--sometimes dark, sometimes light, at times wild and intense, at other times calm and quiet. Trying to resist your feeling experience is like trying to control the weather--an exercise in futility and frustration! Besides, if all we ever experienced were sunny days of exactly 75 degree temperature, life might become boring after a

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My father's skin was jaundiced as he lay hooked up to monitors and intravenous tubes in the intensive care unit of the hospital. Normally a well-built man, he had lost more than 30 pounds.My father's illness had been diagnosed as cancer of the pancreas, one of the most malignant forms of the disease. The doctors were doing what they could but told us that he had only three to six months to live.

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Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a mask, I wear a thousand masks, masks that I am afraid to take off, and none of them are me. Pretending is an art that is second nature with me, but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled. I give you the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within me as well as without, that confidence

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I began life, literally, with nothing. Given up as an infant by my biological mother, an unmarried young woman from the small town of Moose Jaw in Saskatchewan, Canada, I was adopted by a poor, middle-aged couple, John and Mary Linkletter.My adoptive father was one of the warmest men I've ever known, but he had absolutely no ability as a businessman. A part-time evangelical preacher, he also

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When I was a little boy, my mother used to embroider a great deal. I would sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing. She informed me that she was embroidering. As from the underside I watched her work within the boundaries of the little round hoop that she held in her hand. I complained to her that it sure looked messy from where I sat. She would smile at me, look

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Name the ten wealthiest people in the world.Name the last ten Heisman trophy winners.Name the last ten winners of the Miss America contest.Name eight people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer prize.How about the last ten Academy Award winners?The last decade's worth of World Series winners?How did you do? With the exception of you trivia hounds, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday too

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I once heard that when God closes a door, He opens a window. I have come to believe this because of the many times I have found myself backed into a corner, facing personal disaster, and a "window" has been opened for me.I first learned of the miracle of "windows" when I complained to someone about a desperate financial situation I was in. He comforted me by telling me that many years earlier he

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One day in 11th grade, I went into a classroom to wait for a friend of mine. When I went into the room, the teacher, Mr. Washington, suddenly appeared and asked me to go to the board to write something, to work something out. I told him that I couldn't do it. And he said, Why not?I said, Because I am not one of your students. He said, It doesn't matter. Go to the board anyhow. I said, I can't do

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My son Gilbert was eight years old and had been in the Cub Scouts only a short time. During one of his meetings he was handed a sheet of paper, a block of wood and four tires and was told to return home and give all to "dad."That was not an easy task for Gilbert to do. Dad was not receptive to doing things with his son. But Gilbert tried.Dad read the paper and scoffed at the idea of making a pine

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Ask nothing, want nothing in return. Give what you have to give, it will come back to you - but do not think of that now. It will come back multiplied - a thousandfold - but the attention must not be on that. You have the power to give. Give, and there it ends. There is no higher virtue than charity. The lowest man is he whose hand draws in receiving, and he is the highest man whose hand goes out

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In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning-disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career, while others can be main-streamed into conventional schools. At a Chush fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried

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1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.3. Follow the three Rs: Respect for self, Respect for others, Responsibility for all your actions.4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.6. Don't let a little dispute injure a

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One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders

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Everywhere in this universe, in one respect man's condition is the same. No matter how vastly different he may be in the outer appearance of his life, different countries, different races, different cultures, different languages, different ways of living, eating, dressing, etc., he may be completely different in all of these aspects, but there is one thing that is the same to all human

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A mother has killed her child, or the farmer has committed a suicide, or a student has committed a suicide or a professional has committed a suicide are the frequent news lines today. I believe that the root cause for such actions is sheer mismanagement of human stresses which puts him or her in an uncontrolled life situation. “Be Spiritual” is the best approach of successfully handling these

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My friend, Bob Danzig, has an amazing story. Simple words of appreciation and encouragement changed his life. Bob was in five foster homes during his youth, and said he spent his childhood trying to find someone to love and appreciate him. When he was nine years old, he had a new social worker. He said after she had done all the paperwork to move him to yet another foster home, she sat him down,

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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 back of 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

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I like to think that if the Buddha were alive today, he would hang out at the local playground. I could imagine him playing on the swings or goofing around the water fountain on a hot summer day. He would, I suspect, encounter several kindred spirits in the sandbox. The boy digging a hole and singing to himself. The two friends burying each other's feet. The mother nursing a baby.I didn't start

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1. The only test of good things is that they make us strong.- Swami Vivekananda2. Is it not tremendously blasphemous to believe against reason? What right have we not to use the greatest gift that God has given to us? I am sure God will pardon a man who will use his reason and cannot believe, rather than a man who believes blindly instead of using the facilities He has given him.- Swami

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First, believe in the world—that there is meaning behind everything.Don't look back—forward, infinite energy, infinite enthusiasm, infinite daring, and infinite patience—then alone can great deeds be accomplished. This is the first lesson to learn: be determined not to curse anything outside, not to lay the blame upon anyone outside, but stand up, lay the blame on yourself. You will find that is

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Roger Crawford had everything he needed to play tennis -- except two hands and a leg.When Roger's parents saw their son for the first time, they saw a baby with a thumb- like projection extended directly out of his right forearm and a thumb and one finger stuck out of his left forearm. He had no palms. The baby's arms and legs were shortened, and he had only three toes on his shrunken right foot

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A long time ago in China, a girl named Li-Li got married and went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all.Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.Days passed days, and weeks passed weeks. Li-Li

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1- Most Important LessonDuring my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know

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A flock of hungry pigeons were flying across the sky in search of food. Having traveled a long distance, they felt tired and settled down on a tree. Just below the tree, they saw grains strewn all over the ground. The pigeons were happy to have found enough food to eat. All the pigeons came down from the tree and started eating the grains. As they were doing so, a huge net fell on them and

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The Chinese tell the story of an old man who owned a bony plow horse. One spring afternoon the horse ran away. The old man's friends, trying to console him, said, "We're so sorry about your horse, old man. What a misfortune you've had." But the old man said, "Bad news, good news-who knows?"A few days later the horse returned home leading a herd of wild horses. Again the friends came running.

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1. As each bird flaps its wings, it creates an "uplift" for the bird following. By flying in a "V" formation, the whole flock adds 71% greater flying range than if the bird flew alone. Moral: People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going quicker and easier because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.2. Whenever a goose falls out of formation,

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Peace of mind is not just something that comes to us when everything is going well. It is something that comes from a combination of many sources, and that can sustain us even when things are not going well. Even through tragedy.1. ReservesNot necessarily the large reserves that we sometimes refer to in coaching (though those would be wonderful, too), but awareness that you are not going to run

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The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, For the world was intent on dragging me down.And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down And said with great excitement, "Look

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Let them talk of India's regeneration as they like. Let me tell you as one who has been working -- at least trying to work -- all his life, that there is no regeneration for India until you be spiritual. Not only so, but upon it depends the welfare of the whole world. For I must tell you frankly that the very foundations of Western civilisation have been shaken to their base. The mightiest

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This is a first-person account from a mother about her family as they ate dinner on Christmas Day in a small restaurant many miles from their home. Nancy, the mother, relates: We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there."He pounded his fat baby hands

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One day an expert in time management was speaking to a group of business students, and, to drive home a point, used an illustration that those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered, over-achievers he said "Okay, time for a quiz." Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide mouthed Mason jar and set it on the table in front of him.The speaker produced about a

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If you're working on your own inner healing, you will function as an inspirational role model and will relieve the burden of everyone around you, especially your family members. Children, particularly, always pick up, energetically, their parents' problems, issues, or patterns and perpetuate them in their own lives. If the parent heals on the emotional level, he or she will pass that legacy on to

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"An optimist expects his dreams to come true; a pessimist expects his nightmares to." Laurence J. PeterSometimes the only thing we can change is our attitude--and that is enough. Our attitude can be much more important than the objective reality of the situation. One person who's stuck in traffic fumes at fate, snarling, "Why does this always happen to me?" Meanwhile, the person in the car just

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Co-dependence is the unconscious dependency that exists when we don't recognize and accept our need for others. Interdependence is the conscious acknowledgment of our need for one another.The need for connection and contact between human beings is very important to acknowledge. Not only do we need intimate relationships with our partners, nuclear families, and close friends, but also we need a

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When William Stidger taught at Boston University, he once reflected upon the great number of unthanked people in his life. Those who had helped nurture him, inspire him or cared enough about him to leave a lasting impression.One was a schoolteacher he'd not heard of in many years. But he remembered that she had gone out of her way to put a love of verse in him, and Will had loved poetry all his

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A sobbing little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it 'was too crowded'. "I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by. Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason nd , taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday School class. The child was so touched that she went to

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One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big advice on the door on which it was written:"Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym".In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious

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In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone.The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave 15 dollars a

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Things Are Not Always What They Seem...Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked

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A group spent days visiting with the Dalai Lama focusing upon what they believe the five most important questions to be considered moving into the new millennium.The five questions were:1. How do we address the widening gap between rich and poor?2. How do we protect the earth?3. How do we educate our children?4. How do we help Tibet and other oppressed countries and peoples of the world?5. How do

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Brenda was a young woman who was invited to go rock climbing. Although she was scared to death, she went with her group to a tremendous granite cliff. In spite of her fear, she put on the gear, took a holdon the rope, and started up the face of that rock. Well, she got to a ledge where she could take a breather. As she was hanging on there, the safety rope snapped against Brenda's eye and knocked

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-The mess to clean after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends.-The taxes I pay because it means that I'm employed.-The clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat-My shadow who watches me work because it means I am out in the sunshine.-A lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home

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1. Don't go for wealth - it can deceive;Don't be hung up on looks - they will fade away.Go for someone who makes you smile'cause only a smile makes a dark day bright.Have hope that you find that person who gets you smiling.2. May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,enough trials to make you strong,enough sorrow to keep you human,enough hope to make you happy andenough money to buy gifts!!

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When I'm comfortable with me, I'm comfortable with you.I can't expect you to give me peace and serenity -- they come from within, and they are nurtured by spiritual growth. If I'm uncomfortable with myself, not at peace, the tension spills over into my relationship with you, and nothing seems quite right.We are each responsible for our own serenity. It develops out of knowing who we are and what

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A man found an eagle's egg and put it in a nest of a barnyard hen. The eagle hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them.All his life, the eagle did what the barnyard chicks did, thinking he was a barnyard chicken. He scratched the earth for worms and insects. He clucked and cackled. And he would thrash his wings and fly a few feet in the air.Years passed and the eagle grew very old.

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The only survivor of a shipwreck washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to

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For weeks the troop has been engaged in expectant preparation for its Parents' Night program. Everything was in order. The walls were filled with displays, the scouts with enthusiasm and the tables with good things to eat.The toastmaster was well under way. The crowd sang with that respectably restrained enthusiasm that typified a Parents' Night program. Then Jimmie Davis arose to give his

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Creative visualization involves the use of your imagination and a belief that we are co-creators of our reality. One of my favorite, easy to use techniques is "the Pink Bubble Technique."1. Image what it is you want to create (the first time I did this, I was presenting a workshop called "Stage II Recovery" and I imaged a room filled with people who were enthusiastic and responsive.) Use as many

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Affirmations are positive statements stated in the present tense--I am happy (rather that I want to be happy or I will be happy). Some believe that repeating the affirmation many, many times will plant it into your unconscious and magnetize it to you. I believe it is first necessary to address the "Yeah, buts" that show up. There are many ways to do this.For example, using the above affirmation:

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God: Think of it this way. The word "I" is the key that starts the engine of creation. The words "I am" are extremely powerful. They are statements to the universe. Commands. Now, whatever follows the word "I" (which calls forth the Great I Am) tends to manifest in physical reality.Therefore "I" + "want success" produces you wanting success. "I" + "want money" must produce you wanting money. It

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Do we believe that money is evil and wrong? Money is neither. It is a commodity on earth, a necessity. It is what people need to purchase many of their basic needs, as well as luxuries and treats; it is one way they are rewarded for their work. Loving money, however, can be as self-defeating as loving any other commodity. We can become obsessed with money; we can use it compulsively to gain a

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One friend of mine is fond of telling me that every difficult experience I undergo is "character building." No matter what the situation is or how upset I am, she never indulges me with pity and soft words. Her favorite saying is "Out of the hottest fires come the strongest metals." Unfortunately, she's right. Our maturity, our personalities and our attitudes are only tested and formed when we

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Our lives in all aspects are a journey toward a destination, one fitting to our purpose, our special gifts, our particular needs as men or women. Each day contributes to our journey, carrying us closer to our destination. However, we often take a circuitous route. We get stranded or waylaid by our selfish desires, by the intrusion of our controlling ego.We can reflect on the progress we've made

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Once a fisherman was sitting near seashore , under the shadow of a tree smoking his beedi. Suddenly a rich businessman passing by approached him and enquired as to why he was sitting under a tree smoking and not working. To this the poor fisherman replied that he had caught enough fishes for the day. Hearing this the rich man got angry and said "why dont you catch more fishes instead of sitting

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To wait for someone else, or to expect someone else to make my life richer, or fuller, or more satisfying, puts me in a constant state of suspension.How tempting it is to make another person responsible for our happiness, and how absurd. To give such power to others means we're at their mercy; it does not mean we're happy. Whereas, accepting full responsibility for our own acts and feelings does

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Young Private Winneger was with the U.S. Army as it marched through Europe at the end of World War II. His unit was assigned to a European village with the orders to secure the town, search for any hiding Nazis and to help the villagers in any way they could.Winneger was on patrol one night when he saw a figure running through a field just outside the village. He shouted, "Halt or I'll shoot."

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A well-known speaker started off his public speech in a strange manner – by holding up a Rupee 1000 Note !! Holding up the Note high in the air in one of his hands, he addressed the eagerly looking curious audience, "Who would like this Rupee 1000 Note?" With great cheers almost all of them raised their hands with the shout, "I want it", "I want it" !! He said, "Oh! that's nice. Well, I am

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I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my finances

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Once upon a time a Washer man was bringing up two donkeys. Let us say Donkey-A and Donkey-B.Donkey-A felt it was very energetic and could do better than the other. It always tried to pull the washer man’s attraction over it by taking more load and walking fast in front of him. Innocent Donkey-B is normal, so it will walk normal, irrespective of the waterman’s presence. After a period of time

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A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation: The boy asked, "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn? The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn

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Most successful people are people who take risks -calculated risks - but nevertheless, risks.Consider the case of the rising young executive who suddenly found himself unemployed when his company went through a downsizing.When he asked "Why me?" the vice president, who was the young man's superior, explained that he was too conservative in the way he did his job. "Things have gotten more

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Sometimes people we love do things we don't like or approve of. We react. They react. Before long, we're all reacting to each other, and the problem escalates. When do we detach? When we're hooked into a reaction of anger, fear, guilt, or shame. When we get hooked into a power play -- an attempt to control or force others to do something they don't want to do. When the way we're reacting isn't

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"Friendship is like a Christmas tree, decorated with warm memories and shared joys. You're the slightly cracked ornament that always makes me smile." -Unknown"I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year." -Charles Dickens"May no gift be too small to give, nor too simple to receive, which is wrapped in thoughtfulness, and tied with love."-L.O. Baird"I heard the bells on

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A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on an end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the masters house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering

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1. Be a Fundamentalist--make sure the Fun always comes before the mental. Realize that life is a situation comedy that will never be canceled. A laugh track has been provided, and the reason why we are put in the material world is to get more material. Have a good laughsitive twice a day, and that will ensure regularhilarity. 2. Remember that each of us has been given a special gift, just for

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