The 333 Story: “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 Perspective on Stress Management: 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.
Abraham Quotes: 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. . .
All kinds of friends: 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. .
Anyway: 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…
Be the Changes You Want to See: 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.
Big Rocks of Life: 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.”
Can Santa Be Black?: All year long I listen to the news, read people’s thoughts, see people’s views. At the end of the year, when I see what’s needed most, I take that shape, like a Christmas ghost. I can pass through keyholes, windows and locks, apartment buildings, hospitals, tents, and trailer lots. One year I used a wheelchair in place of my sleigh, once I was blind and had to feel my way. It’s hard to understand when I don’t leave a toy: You can’t unwrap a gift like hope or health or joy.
Chain of Love: He said, “I’m here to help you ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Joe.” Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk.
The Monument: God, before he sent his children into the world, gave each of them a carefully selected package of problems. These, He promised smiling, are yours alone. From Charlie’s Monument
Dancing a miracle: The room became very dense, warm and quiet. It felt like I was within a womb of energy which came down from the ceiling like a wave, pushing down into the floor. And then I heard a voice say to me, “Hmm. I like what you’re doing here.” There was a pause, followed by, “Your wings will be here.”
Divine: Now that we’ve got the earth and we’ve got the sky and the mountains and the rivers and the moon and the stars, now we will create man. Where shall we hide the truth of his being from him?
Do more than exist–love. Do more than hear–listen. Do more than agree–cooperate. Do more than Talk–communicate…
Does God Still Speak to Us?: The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway speaking loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. While half-crying, the man began to speak, “We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn’t have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk.” His wife, now in the kitchen, yelled out, “I asked him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?”
Dog Sneakers or A Better Goodbye: The dog was grieving as deeply as they were, and was not in good health herself. They didn’t raise voices, or threaten. They stated their case with their hearts, which were breaking. Before they finished, I asked them how big she was, and if she was noisy. I found out she weighed 4 pounds and never barked. We plotted a strategy, and before long, Dad had returned to the motel and brought the dog to me outside the hospital. I explained to the little dog that she would need to hide under my jacket and be very quiet. She looked up at me with big brown eyes that blinked with great wisdom and understanding. Tucked away from sight, we hurried through the halls and up the elevators to the young man’s room.
End of Sermon Prayer: Mother-Father God. Thank you for this being of light you gift us with today. Please watch over them and surround them with white light, love and protection on their spiritual path today and in the days and weeks to come. Be there for them and immerse them in Spirit for every challenge they may have this week.
Interesting Epitaphs: A truly Happy Person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. And, one who can enjoy browsing old cemeteries… Some fascinating things are on old tombstones! Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York: Born 1903–Died 1942. Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was. In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery: Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.
Follow Your Dreams: There’s old Larry Walters up in the air over Los Angeles. Flying at last. Really getting UP there. Still sitting in his aluminum lawn chair, but it’s hooked on to forty-five helium-filled surplus weather balloons. Larry has a parachute on, a CB radio, a six-pack of beer, some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and a BB gun to pop some of the balloons to come down. And instead of being just a couple of hundred feet over his neighborhood, he shot up eleven thousand feet, right through the approach corridor to the Los Angeles International Airport.
I just had to include this Garden of Daily Living recipe in my recipe section. It starts out like this: Come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses. . .then moving on to all the ingredients.
Helen Steiner Rice work: Life on earth is a transient affair just a few brief years in which to prepare for a life that is free from pain and tears
Where time is not counted by hours or years. . .
House of 1000 Mirrors: Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could.
I Owe My Mother: 1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE. “If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside.. I just finished cleaning.”
2. My mother taught me RELIGION. “You better pray that will come out of the carpet.” . . .
Denice, thanks for asking for and posting the Pledge. This was one of the pieces that went round the world. Every writer’s dream. Rev. David Ault.
I pledge allegiance to people and projects of substance. I cannot travel this road alone. If there is anything we as a species need, it is each other. I actively choose to support those whose work I believe in with my time, talent and treasure.
I wish you a day of ordinary miracles. A fresh pot of coffee you didn’t make yourself. An unexpected phone call from an old friend. . .Green stoplights on your way to work or shop.
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called “Information Please” and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown ups say to soothe a child. . .
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done but he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one who wouldn’t say so till he tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin on his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing that couldn’t be done, and he did it!
It’s What You Scatter: ‘Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble’. Mr. Miller told the boy. ‘Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.’ Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, ‘There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.
John, the guy you love to hate: He continued, “…the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read ‘he’s a dead man’ I knew I needed to take action.”
“What did you do?” I asked. “Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,” said John. “She asked if I was allergic to anything ‘Yes, I replied!’ The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Gravity’. Over their laughter, I told them, I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.”
Joy. A poem by Jen Reicht. . . He loved to surf the ocean and run across the sand, he whispered into sea shells and grew to love the land. He learned much from his grandparents all the wisdom of their years, they told him many stories about how to face his fears. He had many animal and human friends
with whom he loved to play, each morning he would wake up thanking Spirit for his day. . .
Letter From God: I noticed that before lunch you looked around, maybe you felt embarrassed to talk to me, that is why you didn’t bow your head. You glanced three or four tables over and you noticed some of your friends talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn’t. That’s okay. There is still more time left, and I hope that you will talk to me yet.
Life in Five Short Chapters: I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in the same place. But it isn’t my fault. It takes a long time to get out.
Mary Morrissey Quotes: Jesus said: “I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.” You are invited to experience that abundant life. You came into the world to bear witness to the glory of the One who indwells you. As you sit poised at the dawn of a new year, pledge to truly begin anew, to break free of the patterns that diminish you and embark on a deeper, more meaningful journey with God. Mary Morrissey
Miracle of a Brother’s Song: Karen tows Michael to his sister’s bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray . . . Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady. . .
Inspiration and motivational quotes from: Thomas Jefferson, Stephen Covey, Oprah Winfrey, Anthony Robbins, Mary Morrissey, Maya Angelou, John F. Kennedy, Kahlil Gibran, Martin Luther King Jr., Catherine Ponder, Lao Tse, Thomas Edison, Dale Carnegie, Albert Einstein, Mother Teresa, Jack Canfield, marianne Williamson, Viktor Frankle, Mahatma Gandhi, Mark Victor Hansen, Dr. Bernie Siegel, Nelson Mandela and many other famous quotes.
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. . .
Old Tired Dog: An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep in a corner.
“… Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
Prayers of gratitude: I noticed an immediate shift once I started praying prayers of gratitude. My life started to look a little better. I saw a glimmer of hope shine through. Prayers of gratitude follow the Universal Law of Attraction which states that whatever you think about is what you create.
Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.
Roping a deer in Texas: I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, which had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. . .
Rose at 87: As Rose began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.” As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. . .
Santa Claus–The Real Story: I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her. On the way, my big sister dropped the bomb: “There is no Santa Claus,” she jeered. “Even dummies know that!” My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth. . .
Seasons 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.
Shake it off and step up: Initially, the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back…a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back…he should shake it off and step up! This he did, blow after blow. “Shake it off and step up…shake it off and step up…shake it off and step up!” he repeated to encourage himself.
Sioux Indian Story: Remember that you are responsible for what you put in your circle and that circle will also touch many other circles. You will need to live in a way that allows the good that comes from your circle to send the peace of that goodness to others. The splash that comes from anger or jealousy will send those feelings to other circles. You are responsible for both.
Small Wooden People: Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others, though, could do little. They got dots. Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots.
Success Quotes: Good thoughts are no better than good dreams, unless they are executed. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Cab Ride: For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
The Cookie Thief: With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half. He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!
Th Cracked Water Pot: Did you notice that flowers were only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known aebout your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.
The Daffodil Principle: “But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,” Carolyn said. “I’ll drive. I’m used to this.”
“Carolyn,” I said sternly, “Please turn around.” “It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.”
The Dream Stealer: The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’
The Firefighter: Short story of fireman who is being thanked by a Doberman. A picture says a thousand words.
The Good Life: Then you can make even more money and buy more boats and hire more people. Eventually you will have enough fish to start exporting them to the United States. You can purchase a packing facility, cut out the middle man and control the whole operation.
The Heart’s Garden: The heart is a garden where thought flowers grow; The thoughts that we think are the seeds that we sow.
Levels of Christianity: People often say that to avoid problems one should avoid discussing religion or politics, but I want to talk a bit about religion today anyway. I get letters from time to time asking what my religion is, or what I think about Jesus, or Christianity, or if I believe in this or that religious idea or point of view, and I’d like to address those sorts of questions today.
The Little Boy and the Old Man: Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.” Said the little old man, “I do that, too.” The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.” “I do that, too!” Laughed the little old man.
The Mayonnaise Jar: ‘Now,’ said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things – God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions — things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. . .
The Meaning of Life: “Are there any questions?” An offer that comes at the end of college lectures and long meetings. Said when an audience is not only overdosed with information, but when there is no time left anyhow. At times like that you sure do have questions. Like, “Can we leave now?” and “What the hell was this meeting for?” and “Where can I get a drink?”
The Pastor and His Son: The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, “OK, dad, I’m ready.”
His Pastor dad asked, “Ready for what?” “Dad, it’s time we gather our tracts together and go out.” Dad responds, “Son, it’s very cold outside and it’s pouring down rain.” The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, “But Dad, aren’t people still going to hell, even though it’s raining?”
The Poison Tree: Near a village there is a poison tree. The poison is very potent, and it deeply wounds the hearts and spirits of all who ingest it. One day, someone from the village discovers the tree and runs back to the village in great fear and agitation. “There’s a poison tree nearby! There’s a poison tree nearby! We must do something!”
The Rabbi’s Gift: The story concerns a monastery that had fallen upon hard times. Once a great order, as a result of waves of antimonastic persecution in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries and the rise of secularism in the nineteenth, all its branch houses were lost and it had become decimated to the extent that there were only five monks left in the decaying mother house: the abbot and four others, all over seventy in age. Clearly it was a dying order. . .
The Road of Life: At first I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there sort of like a president…
The Times of Your Life: This is an example of the occasional diatribes we get from Dave Johnson of Nikken. Some of them are quite profound. Dave is such a great cheerleader. . . RIGHT NOW is never a good time to do anything. We have other hurdles to clear before we act. RIGHT NOW we are involved in certain situations. We want to see how big our raise will be. We want to reduce our credit card balances. We want to get over the hump. We certainly can’t do anything—RIGHT NOW.
The Trouble Tree: I know I can’t help having troubles on the job, but one thing’s for sure, those troubles don’t belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again.
The Wooden Bowl: The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The Yellow Shirt: It’s just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!’ I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The yellow shirt became a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.
Touch of the Master’s Hand: Twas battered and scared, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile. What am I bidden, good folks, he cried, who’ll start bidding for me? A dollar, a dollar – now who’ll make it two. Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?
Twelve Conditions for Health Miracles: Clarify and refine what you need—What is it that you really want for your picture of health. What would you like to be able to do? How would you feel with perfect health? Address the physical, emotional, mental, spiritual, financial and societal/family areas.
Two Horses: As you stand and watch these two friends, you’ll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk, to where the other horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray.
Two Wolves Story: An elderly Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life . . .He said to them, “A fight is going on inside me, it is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One wolf is evil—he is fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret
The Violinist: No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.
Wet Pants: As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy’s lap. The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, ‘Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!’
What’s On Your Schedule?: I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible. How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn’t suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word ‘refrigeration’ mean nothing to you? How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ‘Jeopardy’ on television? I cannot count the times I called my sister and said , ‘How about going to lunch in a half hour?’ She would gas up and stammer, ‘I can’t. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain’ And my personal favorite: ‘It’s Monday.’ She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together. . .
Your Bank Account: “I love it,” he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. “Mr. Jones, you haven’t seen the room; just wait.” “That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” he replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged … it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it.