Juggle Balls

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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 you’re 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 even shattered. They

will never be the same. You must understand that

and strive for balance in your life. How?

Don’t undermine your worth by comparing

yourself with others. It is because we are

different that each of us is special.

Don’t set your goals by what other people deem

important. Only you know what is best for you.

Don’t take for granted the things closest to your

heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for

without them, life is meaningless.

Don’t 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.

Don’t give up when you still have something to

give. Nothing is really over until the moment you

stop trying.

Don’t be afraid to admit that you are less than

perfect. It is this fragile thread that binds us each

together.

Don’t be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking

chances that we learn how to be brave.

Don’t shut love out of your life by saying it’s

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.

Don’t run through life so fast that you forget not

only where you’ve been, but also where you are

going.

Don’t forget that a person’s greatest emotional

need is to feel appreciated.

Don’t be afraid to learn. Knowledge is weightless,

a treasure you can always carry easily.

Don’t 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.

By Coca Cola CEO Brian Dyso

  

The Loser Who Never Gave Up

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When he was a little boy his uncle called him

“Sparky”, after a comic-strip horse named Spark

Plug. School was all but impossible for Sparky.

He failed every subject in the eighth grade. He

flunked physics in high school, getting a grade of

zero. He also flunked Latin, algebra and English.

And his record in sports wasn’t any better.

Though he did manage to make the school’s golf

team, he promptly lost the only important match of

the season. Oh, there was a consolation match; he

lost that too.

Throughout his youth, Sparky was awkward

socially. It wasn’t that the other students disliked

him; it’s just that no one really cared all that

much. In fact, Sparky was astonished if a

classmate ever said hello to him outside of school

hours. There’s no way to tell how he might have

done at dating. He never once asked a girl out in

high school. He was too afraid of being turned

down… or perhaps laughed at. Sparky was a loser.

He, his classmates… everyone knew it. So he

learned to live with it. He made up his mind early

that if things were meant to work out, they would.

Otherwise he would content himself with what

appeared to be his inevitable mediocrity.

One thing WAS important to Sparky, however —

drawing. He was proud of his artwork. No one else

appreciated it. But that didn’t seem to matter to

him. In his senior year of high school, he

submitted some cartoons to the the yearbook. The

editors rejected the concept. Despite this brush-

off, Sparky was convinced of his ability. He even

decided to become an artist.

So, after completing high school, Sparky wrote

Walt Disney Studios. They asked for samples of

his artwork. Despite careful preparation, it too was

rejected. One more confirmation that he was a

loser.

But Sparky still didn’t give up. Instead, he decided

to tell his own life’s story in cartoons. The main

character would be a little boy who symbolized the

perpetual loser and chronic underachiever. You

know him well. Because Sparky’s cartoon

character went on to become a cultural

phenomenon of sorts. People readily identified with

this “lovable loser.” He reminded people of the

painful and embarrassing moments from their own

past, of their pain and their shared humanity. The

character soon became famous worldwide: “Charlie

Brown.” And Sparky, the boy whose many failures

never kept him from trying, whose work was

rejected again and again,… is the highly

successful cartoonist Charles Schultz. His cartoon

strip, “Peanuts,” continues to inspire books, T-

shirts and Christmas specials, reminding us, as

someone once commented, that life somehow

finds a way for all of us, even the losers.

Sparky’s story reminds us of a very important

principle in life. We all face difficulty and

discouragement from time to time. We also have a

choice in how we handle it. If we’re persistent, if

we hold fast to our faith, if we continue to develop

the unique talents God has given us, who knows

what can happen? We may end up with an insight

and an ability to inspire that comes only through

hardship. In the end, there are no “losers” with

God. Some winners just take longer to develop!

By CAPT J. David Atwater, CHC, USA

A Heart Touching Story - "I Wish You Enough"

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Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter

in their last moments together at the airport

as the daughter’s departure had been

announced. Standing near the security gate,

they hugged and the mother said: “I love you

and I wish you enough.”

The daughter replied, “Mom, our life together

has been more than enough. Your love is all

I ever needed. I wish you enough, too,

Mom.” They kissed and the daughter left.

The mother walked over to the window where

I sat. Standing there, I could see she wanted

and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on

her privacy but she welcomed me in by

asking, “Did you ever say good-bye to

someone knowing it would be forever?” “Yes,

I have,” I replied. “Forgive me for asking but

why is this a forever good-bye?”

“I am old and she lives so far away. I have

challenges ahead and the reality is the next

trip back will be for my funeral,” she said.

When you were saying good-bye, I heard you

say, “I wish you enough.” May I ask what

that means?”

She began to smile. “That’s a wish that has

been handed down from other generations.

My parents used to say it to everyone.” She

paused a moment and looked up as if trying

to remember it in detail and she smiled even

more.

“When we said ‘I wish you enough’ we were

wanting the other person to have a life filled

with just enough good things to sustain

them”. Then turning toward me, she shared

the following, reciting it from memory,

“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude

bright.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun

more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your

spirit alive.

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest

joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your

wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that

you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through

the final good-bye.”

She then began to cry and walked away.

Nurture Relationships…..As they say….It takes

a minute to find a special person ~ An hour

to appreciate

them ~ A day to love them ~ And then an

entire life to forget them.....

Touching Love Story 'll make you cry' Don't be shy, move forward, speak the word.

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If you love someone, tell them, Don’t let

your heart be broken by words left

unspoken.

10th Grade:-

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the

girl next to me. She was my so called ‘best

friend’. I stared at her long, silky hair, and

wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice

me like that, and I knew it. After class, she

walked up to me and asked me for the notes

she had missed the day before. I handed

them to her.

She said ‘thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the

cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know

that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her

but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

11th grade:-

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her.

She was in tears, mumbling on and on about

how her love had broke her heart. She asked

me to come over because she didn’t want to

be alone, So I did. As I sat next to her on the

sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she

was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore

movie, and three bags of chips, she decided

to go home.

She looked at me, said ‘thanks’ and gave me

a kiss on the cheek..I want to tell her, I want

her to know that I don’t want to be just

friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I

don’t know why.

Senior year:-

One fine day she walked to my locker. “My

date is sick” she said, ”hes not gonna go”

well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade,

we made a promise that if neither of us had

dates, we would go together just as ‘best

friends’.

So we did. That night, after everything was

over, I was standing at her front door step. I

stared at her as She smiled at me and stared

at me with her crystal eyes.

Then she said- “I had the best time, thanks!”

and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to

tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want

to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too

shy, and I don’t know why.

Graduation:-

A day passed, then a week, then a month.

Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I

watched as her perfect body floated like an

angel up on stage to get her diploma. I

wanted her to be mine-but she didn’t notice

me like that, and I knew it.

Before everyone went home, she came to me

in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged

her.

Then she lifted her head from my shoulder

and said- ‘you’re my best friend, thanks’ and

gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell

her, I want her to know that I don’t want to

be just friends, I love her but I’m just too

shy, and I don’t know why.

Marriage:-

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl

is getting married now. and drive off to her

new life, married to another man. I wanted

her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like

that, and I knew it. But before she drove

away, she came to me and said ‘you came !’.

She said ‘thanks’ and kissed me on the

cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know

that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her

but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Death:-

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a

girl who used to be my ‘best friend’.

At the service, they read a diary entry she

had wrote in her high school years.

This is what it read:

‘I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he

doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I

want to tell him, I want him to know that I

don’t want to be just friends,

I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t

know why. I wish he would tell me he loved

me !

………’I wish I did too…’

I thought to my self, and I cried.

Success depends upon maturity!

Ann Landers

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Maturity is many things. It is the ability to base

a judgment on the big picture, the long haul.

It means being able to resist the urge for

immediate gratification and opt for the course of

action that will pay off later.

One of the characteristics of the young is “I

want it now.”

Grown-up people can wait.

Maturity is perseverance–the ability to sweat

out a project or a situation, in spite of heavy

opposition and discouraging setbacks, and stick

with it until it is finished.

The adult who is constantly changing friends

and changing mates is immature. He/she

cannot stick it out because he/she has not

grown up.

Maturity is the ability to control anger and settle

differences without violence or destruction. The

mature person can face unpleasantness,

frustration, discomfort and defeat without

collapsing or complaining. He/she knows he

cannot have everything his/her own way every

time. He/she is able to defer to circumstances,

to other people-and to time. He/she knows

when to compromise and is not too proud to do

so.

Maturity is humility. It is being big enough to

say, “I was wrong.” And, when he/she is right,

the mature person need not experience the

satisfaction of saying, “I told you so.”

Maturity is the ability to live up to your

responsibilities, and this means being

dependable. It means keeping your word.

Dependability is the hallmark of integrity. Do

you mean what you say-and do you say what

you mean? Unfortunately, the world is filled with

people who cannot be counted on. When you

need them most, they are among the missing.

They never seem to come through in the

clutches. They break promises and substitute

alibis for performance. They show up late or not

at all. They are confused and disorganized.

Their lives are a chaotic maze of broken

promises, former friends, unfinished business

and good intentions that somehow never

materialize. They are always a day late and a

dollar short.

Maturity is the

ability to

make a

decision and

stand by it.

Immature

people spend

their lives

exploring

endless

possibilities

and then

doing nothing.

Action

requires

courage.

Without courage, little is accomplished.

Maturity is the ability to harness your abilities

and your energies and do more than is

expected. The mature person refuses to settle

for mediocrity. He/she would rather aim high

and miss the mark than low-and make it.

Maturity is the art of living in peace with that

which cannot be changed, the courage to

change that which should be changed, no

matter what it takes, and the wisdom to know

the difference.

Authored

By Ann landers

Short Story - Love in action

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One night a man came to our house and told

me, “There is a family with eight children. They

have not eaten for days,” I took some food and I

went. When I finally came to the family, I saw

the faces of those little children disfigured by

hunger. There was no sorrow or sadness in

their faces, just the deep pain of hunger. I gave

the rice to the mother. She divided it in two, and

went out, carrying half the rice with her. When

she came back, I asked her, “Where did you

go?” She gave me this simple answer, “To my

neighbors-they are hungry also.”

I was not surprised that she gave–because

poor people are generous. But I was surprised

that she knew they were hungry. As a rule,

when we are suffering, we are so focused on

ourselves we have no time for others.

–Mother Teresa

SLOW DOWN AND ENJOY LIFE!

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About ten years ago, a young and very

successful executive named Josh was

traveling down a Chicago neighborhood

street. He was going a bit too fast in his

sleek, black, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE, which

was only two months old.

He was watching for kids darting out from

between parked cars and slowed down when

he thought he saw something.

As his car passed, no child darted out, but a

brick sailed out and-WHUMP! — it smashed

into the Jag’s shiny black side door!

SCREECH…!!!! Brakes slammed! Gears ground

into reverse, and tires madly spun the Jag

back to the spot from where the brick had

been thrown.

Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid

and pushed him up against a parked car. He

shouted at the kid, “What was that all about

and who are you? Just what the heck are you

doing?” Building up a head of steam, he went

on. “That’s my new Jag, that brick you threw

is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did

you throw it?”

“Please, mister, please…I’m sorry! I didn’t

know what else to do!” pleaded the

youngster. “I threw the brick because no one

else would stop!”

Tears were dripping down the boy’s chin as

he pointed around the parked car. “It’s my

brother, mister,” he said. “He rolled off the

curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t

lift him up.” Sobbing, the boy asked the

executive, “Would you please help me get

him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and

he’s too heavy for me.”

Moved beyond words, the young executive

tried desperately to swallow the rapidly

swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he

lifted the young man back into the wheelchair

and took out his handkerchief and wiped the

scrapes and cuts, checking to see that

everything was going to be OK. He then

watched the younger brother push him down

the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long walk back to the sleek, black,

shining, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE – a long and

slow walk. Josh never did fix the side door of

his Jag. He kept the dent to remind him not

to go through life so fast that someone has

to throw a brick at him to get his attention.

Some bricks are softer than others. Feel for

the bricks of life coming at you. In the hustle

bustle and the speed of life, are you missing

out the joys of the present moments.

Slow Down And Enjoy Life. It is Not Only the

Scenery You Miss by Going too Fast….You

Also Miss the Sense of Where You are Going

and Why…