June 12, 2019
All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
One of the real pleasures I have had over the years has been watching people I have met find themselves. Far too many of us start on a path through our career and regimented activities that we never break out of the mold that holds us back.
I spent much of my time in the past helping people learn to understand and value themselves. Many went on to achievements they never thought possible. I wish more folks would overcome the things that keep them from what the might be. I know your special, do you?
Enjoy the following inspiring words by Jean Houston:
You are more than you pretend to be
You are more than what most eyes can see
You are more than all your history
Look inside and you will find
There’s glory in your mind
Come be the kind of person you would be….
You are more than what your leaders say
You are more than how you earn your pay
You are more than what you seem today
So drop that loser’s mask
You’re equal to the task
The question you should ask is who you are….
You are more than what the preachers shout
You are more, come let your spirit out
You are more, your soul shall have no doubt
Arise, become awake
With every breath you take
The god within will ache to be….
You are more than some statistic chart
You are more than the sum of all your parts
You are more inside your heart of hearts
You know that it is true
This being that is you
Has miracles to do
There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.
Tower: “Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on 124.7.” (124.7 would be the radio frequency for Departure Control).
Eastern 702: “Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure… By the way, after we lifted off, we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway.”
Tower: “Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on 124.7; did you copy the report from Eastern?”
Continental 635: “Continental 635, cleared for takeoff. Roger; and yes, we copied Eastern and we’ve already notified our caterers.”
A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.
A statuesque blonde walked into a dinner party on the arm of a bald, elderly, scowling tycoon.
A society lady approached the young lovely to admire the huge shimmering gemstone hanging around her neck. “I must tell you,” the matron exclaimed, “that you are wearing the most incredible piece of jewelry I have ever seen.”
“That,” the blonde responded, “is the one-and-only Blanton diamond.”
“I’m surprised I’ve never heard of it,” the woman marveled. “I study famous gems as a hobby.”
“Well,” the chippy revealed, “the Blanton diamond has an ancient, unspeakably evil curse attached to it.”
“Really?” the woman queried. “What could that be?”
The blonde grimaced and gestured toward the tycoon. “Mr. Blanton, over there.”
“Ability is what you’re capable of doing.
Motivation determines what you do.
Attitude determines how well you do it.”
On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight and began dividing the nuts.
“One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me,” said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence. Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.”
He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend, he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along. “Come here quick,” said the boy, “You won’t believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls.”
The man said, “Beat it kid, can’t you see it’s hard for me to walk.”
When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery. Standing by the fence they heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.”
The old man whispered, “Boy, you’ve been tellin’ me the truth. Let’s see if we can see the Lord.”
Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.
At last they heard, “One for you, one for me. That’s all. Now, let’s go get those nuts by the fence and we’ll be done.”
They say the old man made it back to town a full five minutes ahead of the kid on the bike.
If you want something you never had, you have to do something you’ve never done.
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