Summaries of all the stories, parables and inspiration I have included in the inspiration section. Yes, there are quite a few! Enjoy.
“How would you like to raise 3 million dollars, 3 days from now, in just 3 hours and give the money to the people of Barrie?” There was nothing by silence in the room. Finally someone said, “Templeton, you’re crazy. There is absolutely no way we could raise 3 million dollars, in 3 hours, 3 days from now!” Bob said, “Wait an minute. I didn’t ask you if we could or even if we should. I just asked you if you would like to.” Bob Templeton was wise; he was appealing to the charitable side of their nature. It was important for those present to openly admit that this was something they wanted to do. Bob Templeton knew that his new idea could show anyone how to accomplish anything they wanted by working with the law.
A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, “How heavy is this glass of water?” Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g. The lecturer replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it. If I hold it for a minute, that’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you’ll have to call an ambulance. In each case, it’s the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.
A Season for Nonviolence, is a national 64-day educational, media, and grassroots campaign dedicated to demonstrating that nonviolence is a powerful way to heal, transform, and empower our lives and our communities. Inspired by the memorial anniversaries of Mahatma Gandhi and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., this international event honors their vision for a nonviolent world.
Many of you, as you set a creation into motion, remove the possibility of its creation at the time you give birth to the creation. For example: “I want a new red car, but it is too expensive.” You see, you have given birth to your new car, on the one hand, and in the same breath you have removed the possibility of receiving it by your statement, “but it is too expensive”. And much of that which you would create is voided in just that way. The statement, “I want a new red car,” is one half of the equation for creation—the wanting or intending part. But, “it is too expensive,” is stifling the allowing. . .
I thank God for girlfriends, those who honor intimacy, those who hold trust, and those who just got your back when you feel like life is just too heavy! The special bond we share, that’s unique to us. The words we’ve shared. The prayers we’ve sent up. The laughs, the tears, the phone calls, the e-mails, the shopping, the movies, the lunches, the dinners, the late night talks, afternoon talks, the weekend talks, all the talking and listening. .
A poem found in Mother Theresa’s room (author unknown): People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. . .
“Mom? I brought someone to see you,” Bridget said. Groaning, Grace opened her eyes and gazed at me. “Are you an angel?” She asked. I don’t know how or why I said what I did, because it was totally out of character, but I said, “Yes I am,” softly but confidently. “Did I really just say that?” I thought to myself in amazement. Who did I think I was anyway? Sometimes the right things just come out of my mouth. I find more and more that as I align myself with a life of service and center on connectedness with Spirit, it happens more and more. What she said next made me choke back tears of sadness…
: How would you change the world? How would you walk your talk? What would you stand for and believe in? This poem was written at a time in my life when I needed to review my vision often. The links are to pages on my website that delve deeper into the topic. I hope the poem inspires you to write your own.
As this man stood in front of the group of high-powered over achievers he said, “Okay, time for a quiz.” Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouthed Mason jar and set it on a table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, “Is this jar full?” Everyone in the class said, “Yes.”