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Somebody’s children

Somebody’s childrenJohn and Mary had a nice home and two lovely children, a boy and a girl. John had a good job and had just been asked to go on a business trip to another city and would be gone for several days. It was decided that Mary would go along too. 

They hired a reliable woman to care for the children and made the trip, returning home a little earlier than they had planned.  As they drove home, they noticed smoke, 
and they went off their usual route to see what it was. They found a home in flames.
 Mary said,

"Oh well it isn't our fire, let's go home."  But John drove closer and exclaimed, "That home belongs to Fred Jones who works at the plant. He wouldn't be off work yet, maybe there is something we could do." "You have your good clothes on lets not get any closer,” said Mary.
But John drove up and stopped and they were
both horror stricken to see the whole house in flames. A woman on the lawn was in hysterics screaming, "The children! Get the ch…

Tree of life

Tree of life
Don’t judge a life by one difficult season. 
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his
sons to learn to not judge things too quickly. So he
sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look
at a pear tree that was a great distance away. 
The first son went in the winter, the second in the
spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son
in the fall. 

When they had all gone and come back, he called
them together to describe what they had seen. 
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and
twisted. The second son said no — it was covered
with green buds and full of promise. 
The third son disagreed, he said it was laden with
blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so
beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had
ever seen. 
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it
was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and
The man then explained to his sons that they were
all right, because they had each seen but one
season in the tree’s life. 

He told them th…

Weakness or strength

Weakness or strengthSometimes our biggest weakness can become
our biggest strength. Take, for example, the
story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to
study judo despite the fact that he had only one
He had lost his left arm in a devastating car
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo
master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t
understand why, after three months of training
the master had taught him only one move.
“Sensei,” the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be
learning more moves?”

“This is the only move you know, but this is the
only move you’ll ever need to know,” – the
sensei replied.
Not quite understanding, but believing in his
teacher, the boy kept training.
Several months later, the sensei took the boy to
his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy
easily won his first two matches. The third
match proved to be more difficult, but after
some time, his opponent became impatient and
charged; the boy deftly used his one move to
win the match. Still …

Married or Not

Married or Not
Suddenly “When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I have got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of …

The empty chair

The Empty Chair
A SICK MAN'S daughter had asked the local
pastor to come and pray with her father.
When the pastor arrived, he found the man
lying in bed with his head propped up on two
pillows and an empty chair beside his bed.
The priest assumed that the old fellow had
been informed of his visit. "I guess you were
expecting me," he said. 
"No, who are you?"
"I'm the new associate at your local church,"
the pastor replied. "When I saw the empty
chair, I figured you knew I was going to show

"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden
man. "Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the pastor shut the door.
"I've never told anyone this, not even my
daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I
have never known how to pray. At church I
used to hear the pastor talk about prayer,
but it always went right over my head.."
"I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old
man continued, "until one day about fo…

The cake and the kitchen

The cake and the kitchen
CINDY GLANCED nervously at the clock on the
kitchen wall. "They should be home any time now,"
she thought as she put the finishing touches on
the chocolate cake. It was the first time in her 12
years she had tried to make a cake, and it wasn't
exactly an aesthetic triumph.

 The cake was . . .
well, lumpy. And the frosting was bitter, as if she
had run out of sugar. Which, of course, she had.
And then there was the way the kitchen looked. 
But Cindy wasn't thinking about the mess. She
had created something, a veritable phoenix of
flour and sugar rising out of the kitchen clutter
She was anxious for her parents to return home
so she could present her anniversary gift. She
turned off the lights and waited excitedly in the
darkness. Her parents tried to slip in quietly, but
Cindy flipped on the lights and gestured grandly
toward the kitchen table, where a slightly off-
balanced two-layer chocolate cake awaited.
But her mother's eyes never made it all the
way to …

Carrot, egg and the coffee bean

A YOUNG woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so
hard. She was tired of fighting and struggling. 
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She
filled three pots with water and placed each
on fire. In the first, she placed carrots, in
the second she placed eggs, and in the last
she placed ground coffee beans.
She let these sit and boil, without saying a
word. In about 20 minutes, she turned off
the burners. She fished the carrots out and
placed them in a bowl.

 She pulled the eggs
out and placed them in a bowl. Then she
ladled the coffee out and placed it in a
bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked,
"Tell me, what do you see?"
The mother asked her to feel the carrots. She
did and noted that they were soft. She then
asked her to break an egg.

 After pulling off
the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.
Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. The
daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. 
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversi…

The Mouse Trap

The mouse trap
A mouse looked through the crack in the
wall to see the farmer and his wife open
a package. “What food might this
contain?” the mouse wondered. He was
devastated to discover it was a

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse
proclaimed the warning: “There is a
mousetrap in the house! There is a
mousetrap in the house!” 
The chicken raised her head and said
“Mr Mouse, I can tell this is a grave
concern to you, but it is of no
consequence to me.” 
The pig sympathised, but said “I am so
very sorry, Mr Mouse, but there is
nothing I can do about it but pray.” 
The cow said, “Mr Mouse, I’m sorry for
you, but it's no skin off my nose.” 

So, the mouse returned to the house,
head down and dejected, to face the
farmer's mousetrap alone. 
That very night a sound was heard
throughout the house — like the sound of
a mousetrap catching its prey. The
farmer’s wife rushed to see what was
caught. In the darkness, she did not see it
was a venomous snake whose tail the trap
had caught. 

The snake b…

Be Happy Now!

Be Happy Now!WE CONVINCE ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then
another. Then we're frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more
content when they are. After that, we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal
with. We'll certainly be happy when they're out of that stage.

We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act
together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire.
The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when?
Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and
decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes, “For a long time it had seemed
to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the
way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be
served, or a debt to be pa…

A different kind of athlete

A different kind of athlete
We found out that Jenny was hearing impaired, when
she was four and a half years old. Several surgeries
and speech classes later, when she was seven, we
found out that Jenny had juvenile rheumatoid
arthritis (JRV). 
She could not put pressure on the heels of her feet,
so she walked on tiptoe, and when the pain became
unbearable, I carried her. Jenny was fortunate,
though, because she did not suffer the deformities,
often associated with JRV. 
All through grade school, and on into high school,
Jenny suffered, yet never complained. 
Jenny, a beautiful blonde, with warm brown eyes,
was never a cheerleader. She never competed in a
sport. She took the same health class four years in a
row, just so she could pass with a substitute credit
each year. No one in the Charleston, South Carolina
School System knew what to do with Jenny. The
perimeters were, simply, not in place to deal with a
student, who was both active and handicapped. 

She was totally mainstreamed, popular, and funny,

Disabled Love

            Disabled loveThe Creightons were very proud of their son, Frank. When he went to college, naturally they missed him; but he wrote and they looked forward to his letters and saw him on weekends. Then Frank was drafted into the army.

After he had been in the army about five months,
he received his call to go to Vietnam. Of course, the
parents’ anxiety was greater than ever before. And
ever week they heard from him and were thankful for
his well-being. Then one week went by without a
letter ,two weeks and finally three. At the end of the
third week a telegram came, saying, “We regret to
inform you that your son has been missing for three
weeks and is presumed to have been killed in action
while fighting for his country.”

The parents were grieved. They tried to accept the
situation and go on living, but it was tragically
lonesome. About three weeks later, however, the
phone rang. A voice on the other end said, “Mother,
it’s Frank. they found me, and I’m going to be all right.
I’m in the United St…

On oars of courage

On oars of courageIn 1982 Steven Callahan was crossing the Atlantic
alone in his sailboat when it struck something and
sank. He was out of the shipping lanes and floating in
a life raft, alone. His supplies were few. His fishermen
found him seventy-six days later (the longest anyone
has survived a shipwreck on a life raft alone), he was
alive -- much skinnier than he was when he started,
but alive.

His account of how he survived is fascinating. His ingenuity -- how he managed to catch fish, how he
fixed his solar still (evaporates sea water to make
fresh) -- is very interesting.
But the thing that caught my eye was how he
managed to keep himself going when all hope
seemed lost, when there seemed no point in
continuing the struggle, when he was suffering
greatly, when his life raft was punctured and after
more than a week struggling with his weak body to fix
it, it was still leaking air and wearing him out to keep
pumping it up. He was starved. He was desperately
dehydrated. He was thoroughly exhau…