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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.

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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……. .”

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?

THE SECRET OF LIFE

The secret of this life

One day, God and a true believer were walking through a vast desert. The believer turned to God and said, “O God , what is the secret of this life and the appearance of this world?” (Why did you make this world?)

God smiled and did not reply. They continued walking. Allah finally said. “Oh child, the sun is very hot today, & I am thirsty. Ahead you will find a village. Go there and fetch me a cup of water.”

Arriving at the village, the believer approached the first house he saw & knocked on the door. A beautiful young woman answered him. The moment the he looked into her eyes he forgot God’s command, & the reason of his mission.

The lady took him into the house, where he was warmly welcomed by her family. They offered him food & insisted him to stay there for the night. He gladly accepted it. Enjoying the family’s warm hospitality, & secretly admiring the young lady, he completely forgot about God’s command.

After living there for a month, the he decided to stay on, and he soon began to participate in the household chores. After a few months, he proposed to get married to the young lady. The family wholeheartedly accepted the proposal and the marriage was successfully held.

He & his young wife settled down in her family’s house, where she soon gave birth to three children, two sons and a daughter.

Years passed on like this. When his wife’s parents died, he took over as head of the family. He opened a small shop in the village & in no time it even prospered. Before long he became an honored citizen of the community & a prominent member of the town council. Giving himself up to the age-old joys & sorrows of village life, he lives happily for many years.

Then one evening during the monsoon season a violent storm occurred, and the river rose so high from the sudden rains, that the village began to flood. He gathered his family & sent them all towards higher ground. But the winds blew so violently & the rainwater flowed down with such a force that one of his son was washed away. Slowly the storm washed away his full family leaving him helplessly alone. Looking at the sky, but his cries were drowned by a towering wave that rose from the depths of the terrible night and washed him headlong into the river.

All went black. Many days passed like this. Slowly and painfully he came to his senses, only to discover that he had been washed onto a sand bank, far down the river. It was daytime now, & the storm had passed, but there was no sign of his family anywhere, nor any living creature.

For a long time he stay lying on the sand almost mad with sorrow. Bits of wreckage float past him in the river. The smell of death was on the wind. Everything had been taken from him now and all things life-giving and precious had disappeared into the swirling waters. There was little to do, it seemed, but weep.

Then suddenly, he heard a voice behind him that made the blood in his veins stop. “Child,” the voice asked, “where is my cup of water?”

He turned and saw God standing at his side. The river vanished, & once again he and God are alone in the empty desert.

“Where is my water?” God asked again. “I have been waiting for you to bring it now for several minutes.” The believer threw himself at God ‘s feet & begged for forgiveness. “I forgot!” he cries again and again. “I forgot what you asked of me, Oh God ! Forgive me!”

God smiled & said, “Now do you understand the secret behind your life, & the appearance of this world!” “I didn’t make this world, but you lost yourself in the world while your way to heaven.”

THINK TWICE BEFORE JUDGING OTHERS

Think twice before we judge others

One night there was a woman at the airport who had to wait for several hours before catching her next flight. While she waited she bought a book and a pack of biscuits to spend the time. She looked for a place to sit and wait.

She was deep into her book, when suddenly she realized that there was a young man sitting next to her who was stretching his hand and, with no concern whatsoever, started grabbing the pack of cookies lying between them. He started to eat them one by one.

Not wanting to make a fuss about it, she decided to ignore him. The woman, slightly bothered, ate the cookies and watched the clock, while the young and shameless thief of biscuits was also finishing them. The woman started to get really angry at this point and thought “If I wasn’t such a good and educated person, I would have given this daring man a black eye by now. “Every time she ate a biscuit, he had one too.

The dialogue between their eyes continued and when only one biscuit was left, she wondered what was he going to do. Softly and with a nervous smile, the young man grabbed the last biscuit and broke it in two. He offered one half to the woman while he ate the other half. Briskly she took the biscuit and thought, “What an insolent man! How uneducated! He didn’t even thank me!” She had never met anybody so fresh and sighed relieved to hear her flight announced.

She grabbed her bags and went towards the boarding gate refusing to look back to where that insolent thief was seated. After boarding the plane and nicely seated, she looked for her book which was nearly finished by now.

While looking into her bag she was totally surprised to find her pack of biscuits safely intact. If my biscuits are here, she thought feeling terrible, those others were his and he tried to share them with me. Too late to apologize to the young man, she realized with pain, that it was she who had been insolent, uneducated and a thief, and not him.

How many times in our lives, had we known with certainty that something happened in a certain way, only to discover later that it wasn’t true? How many times has our lack of trust within us made us judge other people unfairly with our conceited ideas, often far away from reality. That is why we have to think twice before we judge others. Let’s always give others the benefit of the doubt before we think badly of them.

Unless and until, one realizes about the fact, no one will change his or
her view of thinking in spite of lot of external factors.

Every Point has THREE Sides; Your Side, My Side and The Right Side.

To understand either the Other’s Side or the Right Side, one needs to leave His Side…….. ..

 

FAIL YOUR WAY TO THE TOP

Fail Your Way to the Top

Have you had a challenging day or week? Feel a little tired or discouraged with a current situation?

Don’t worry. It’s very normal to go through times of feeling that something in life stinks and all there is to see and feel is the current mess.

Here is something neat to ponder during those times, though. When doing battle with discouraged feelings, take a look at this report and reflect on this man’s record of failure.

It is a testament to how humans can learn and grow and win despite the losses and defeats.

Year

Failed in business—- ——— ——— ——— ——1831

Defeated for legislature- ——— ——— ——— –1832

Failed in business again——- ——— ——— —–1833

Elected to legislature- ——— ——— ——— —–1834

Sweetheart died——– ——— ——— ——— —-1835

Nervous breakdown— ——— ——— ——— —-1836

Defeated for speaker—– ——— ——— ——— -1838

Defeated for land officer—– ——— ——— ——1843

Defeated for congress—- ——— ——— ——— – 1843

Elected to congress—- ——— ——— ——— —–1846

Defeated for re-election- ——— ——— ——— —1848

Defeated for senate—— ——— ——— ——— —1855

Defeated for vice president— ——— ——— ——1856

Defeated for senate—— ——— ——— ——— —1858

Elected President— ——— ——— ——— ——— 1860

 

Who was he?

He was a simple, uneducated, country boy who refused to allow his uncongenial circumstances stop him. He refused to be a victim. He refused to accept failure. He refused to listen to people who told him he was crazy. He refused to stay down when he felt like nothing was going his way.

Simply put, he picked himself up no matter what and kept on going after his dream.

He educated himself and did whatever it took to keep moving in the direction of his passions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was? Abraham Lincoln.

If you reflect back on your life, you can find patterns of the times you grew the most.

Many of those times were probably a result of some kind of previous ‘failure,’ maybe even a series of them.

Remember: children don’t fail when they are learning to walk. They fall down over and over again. It is the falling that teaches them and strengthens them.

Each failure is a learning experience. And the faster people pick themselves up, reflect on the past occurrence and go again, the faster they can achieve their goals and dreams.

So with this in mind, choose the one thing that may not be going exactly as you wish right now and do one thing to move you closer to achieving the result you want. And remember, life is about learning and growing.