CHILDREN LEARN WHAT THEY LIVE

Children Learn What They Live
- Dorothy Law Nolte

If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.

If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.

If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.

If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.

If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.

If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.

If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.

If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.

If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.

If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.

If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.

If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.

If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.

If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.

If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.

If children live with fairness, they learn justice.

If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.

If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.

If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place to live in.

THE DOLL MAKER

The Doll maker

Once upon a time in a far-away place lived a kindly old doll maker. He had spent his goodly long life creating dolls of all sorts, making all the little girls in the world happy.

He had kept up in the trends of the world and made dolls that say “mama”, that cry, that stand up by them selves, and that even wink at you. But our doll maker was very wise. He knew that his time for special contribution was growing short. So, with special resolve in his heart, he made his most beautiful creation. He gave her brown curls, which he personally felt had the most beauty in their long tresses. He gave her the bluest of blue eyes, into which he put the promises of eternity and into which one could gaze forever.

This special doll was given long legs with which she could dance, run and play, and occasionally even walk a second mile. He gave her beautiful hands to work and serve with and teach all the other dolls. Her fingers were long and slender. With these, the old man hoped she would comfort those around her. She had a beautiful face and he planned this so that she could see the beauty in others. He dressed her in a gown as shimmery as gossamer, and on the last day when she was completed, he lifted her up with great care and set her gently in front of a large mirror.

“What do you think little doll?” he asked “Are you not the most beautiful doll in the world?” The doll looked through her long lashes full of excited anticipation. Suddenly her pretty face clouded up and then stormed over. “Oh doll maker, I hate brown hair and I have always longed for green eyes. These are not the colors I’d have chosen for myself. And look how gangly and long my legs are! How large my feet are! How unfashionable they will seem to the world. My gown is really very ordinary. Oh doll maker, I am not a beautiful doll at all!”

” We all have been created with the most beautiful qualities… ……… Don’t look into life’s mirrors &

wish you were something which you’re not…….

Thank the great Dollmaker for what we have been given……. .”

THE BURNING HUT

The Burning Hut

The only survivor of a ship wreck was washed up

on a small, un-inhabited island. He prayed feverishly

to The Almighty to save him, & every day he scanned
the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut

out of driftwood of ship to protect him from the elements,

& to store his few possessions.

But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived

home & found his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up

to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost.

He was stunned with grief & anger. “ohhh……… Almighty, how

Could you do this to me……!” he cried a lot whole night &

with shivering went to sleep below the open sky.

Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the

sound of a ship that was approaching the island.

It had come to rescue him.

“How did you know I was here?” asked the weary man

of his rescuers.
“We saw your smoke signal,” they replied.

Moral of the story :
It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad.

But we shouldn’t lose heart, because The Almighty is at work in

our lives, even in the midst of pain & suffering…………

Remember, next time when your little hut is burning

to the ground—-it just may be a smoke signal…..,

that summons the grace of The Almighty……

The most important thing in any prayer is not –

what we say to The Amighty……..,but what The Almighty replies to us.

We are about to pray & then hurry up to go away..

Without giving HIM, chance to answer our queries…….

So don’t loose Hope…..Have Faith in The Almighty…..

& Be Positive always, Just try & work hard,

you will definitely succeed in making……

your dreams come true one day.

JOURNEY OF LIFE

Here is an interesting story which we can relate in our daily lives.

A must read … please take time and read it ….. once.

A long time ago, there was an Emperor who told his horseman that if he could ride on his horse and cover as much land area as he likes, then the Emperor would give him the area of land he has covered.

Sure enough, the horseman quickly jumped onto his horse and rode as fast as possible to cover as much land area as he could. He kept on riding and riding, whipping the horse to go as fast as possible. When he was hungry or tired, he did not stop because he wanted to cover as much area as possible.

Came to a point when he had covered a substantial area and he was exhausted and was dying. Then he asked himself, “Why did I push myself so hard to cover so much land area? Now I am dying and I only need a very small area to bury myself.”

The above story is similar with the journey of our Life. We push very hard everyday to make more money, to gain power and recognition.

We neglect our health, time with our family and to appreciate the surrounding beauty and the hobbies we love.

One day when we look back , we will realize that we don’t really need that much, but then we cannot turn back time for what we have missed.

Life is not about making money, acquiring power or recognition.

Life is definitely not about work! Work is only necessary to keep us living so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life.

Life is a balance of Work and Play, Family and Personal time.

You have to decide how you want to balance your Life. Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts.

Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life, the whole aim of human existence.

So, take it easy, do what you want to do and appreciate nature.

Life is fragile,

Life is short.

Do not take Life for granted.

Live a balanced life style and enjoy Life to its fullest before it is too late.

“People in the process of earning a living should not forget to live”

Have a joyful day .. full of life.

FAMILY

F A M I L Y

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
‘Oh excuse me please’ was my reply.

He said, ‘Please excuse me too;
I wasn’t watching for you.’

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still..

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
‘Move out of the way,’ I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken..
I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God’s still small voice came to me and said,

‘While dealing with a stranger,

common courtesy you use,

but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You’ll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.’

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
‘Wake up, little one, wake up,’ I said.

‘Are these the flowers you picked for me?’
He smiled, ‘I found ‘em, out by the tree.

I picked ‘em because they’re pretty like you.
I knew you’d like ‘em, especially the blue.’

I said, ‘Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.’
He said, ‘Oh, Mom, that’s okay.
I love you anyway.’

I said, ‘Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.’

FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company
that we are working for could easily replace us in

a matter of days.

But the family we left behind will feel the loss

for the rest of their lives.

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more

into work than into our own family,
an unwise investment indeed,

don’t you think?
So what is behind the story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY means?

FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

DON’T WE ALL

DON'T WE ALL


I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my friend to get out of work.
Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a bum.
From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times that you just don’t want to be bothered. This was one of those “don’t want to be bothered times.”
“I hope he doesn’t ask me for any money,” I thought.
He didn’t.
He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn’t look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.
After a few minutes he spoke.
“That’s a very pretty car,” he said.
He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly beard kept more than his face warm.
I said, “thanks,” and continued wiping off my car.


He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never came.
As the silence between us widened something inside said, “ask him if he needs any help.” I was sure that he would say “yes” but I held true to the inner voice.
“Do you need any help?” I asked.
He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget.
We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments.

I expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me.
“Don’t we all?” he said.

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge shotgun.
Don’t we all?
I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help. I reached in my purse and gave him not only enough for bus fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you
have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give help.

Even if it’s just a compliment, you can give that.
You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all.
They are waiting on you to give them what they don’t have. A different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.
Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe he was more than that.

Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise,

Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said, “go to that lady cleaning the car, that lady needs help.”
Don’t we all?

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