It Is Very Easy To Defeat Someone, But It Is Very Hard To Win Someone

During the day we can stop for some moments to reflect (think)

and remember to be peaceful and silent.

This act of stopping is like putting a brake on the mind.


~ Brahma Kumaris


"In The Times Of Crisis I Was Not Hurt By The Harsh Words Of My Enemies,

But By The Silence Of My Friends".

~ Shakespeare



"Never Play With The Feelings Of Others Because You May Win The Game

But You Will Surely Lose The Person For Life Time"


~ Shakespeare


"Coin Always Makes Sound But The Currency Notes Are Always Silent.

So When Your Value Increases Keep Yourself Calm Silent"


~ Shakespeare


"When You Are In The Light, Everything Follows You,

But When You Enter Into The Dark,


Even Your Own Shadow Doesn’t Follow You"

~ Hitler


"It Is Very Easy To Defeat Someone, But It Is Very Hard To Win Someone"

~ John Keats

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It Is Very Easy To Defeat Someone, But It Is Very Hard To Win Someone

During the day we can stop for some moments to reflect (think)

and remember to be peaceful and silent.

This act of stopping is like putting a brake on the mind.


~ Brahma Kumaris


"In The Times Of Crisis I Was Not Hurt By The Harsh Words Of My Enemies,

But By The Silence Of My Friends".

~ Shakespeare



"Never Play With The Feelings Of Others Because You May Win The Game

But You Will Surely Lose The Person For Life Time"


~ Shakespeare


"Coin Always Makes Sound But The Currency Notes Are Always Silent.

So When Your Value Increases Keep Yourself Calm Silent"


~ Shakespeare


"When You Are In The Light, Everything Follows You,

But When You Enter Into The Dark,


Even Your Own Shadow Doesn’t Follow You"

~ Hitler


"It Is Very Easy To Defeat Someone, But It Is Very Hard To Win Someone"

~ John Keats

Lovely Thoughts for Lovely People Just Like You

Oppurtinity Knocks Only Once

A young man wished to marry the farmer's beautiful daughter. He went to the farmer to ask his permission. The farmer looked him over and said,

"Son, go stand out in that field. I'm going to release three bulls, one at a time. If you can catch the tail of any one of the three bulls, you can marry my daughter."

The young man stood in the pasture awaiting the first bull.

The barn door opened and out ran the biggest, meanest-looking bull he had ever seen. He decided that one of the next bulls had to be a better choice than this one, so he ran over to the side and let the bull pass through the pasture out the back gate.

The barn door opened again. Unbelievable. He had never seen anything so big and fierce in his life. It stood pawing the ground, grunting, slinging slobber as it eyed him. Whatever the next bull was like, it had to be a better choice than this one. He ran to the fence and let the bull pass through the pasture, out the back gate.

The door opened a third time. A smile came across his face. This was the weakest, scrawniest little bull he had ever seen. This one was his bull. As the bull came running by, he positioned himself just right and jumped at just the exact moment. He grabbed... but the bull had no tail!

Life is full of opportunities. Some will be easy to take advantage of, some will be difficult. But once we let them pass (often in hopes of something better), those opportunities may never again be available. So always grab the first opportunity.

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Oppurtinity Knocks Only Once

A young man wished to marry the farmer's beautiful daughter. He went to the farmer to ask his permission. The farmer looked him over and said,

"Son, go stand out in that field. I'm going to release three bulls, one at a time. If you can catch the tail of any one of the three bulls, you can marry my daughter."

The young man stood in the pasture awaiting the first bull.

The barn door opened and out ran the biggest, meanest-looking bull he had ever seen. He decided that one of the next bulls had to be a better choice than this one, so he ran over to the side and let the bull pass through the pasture out the back gate.

The barn door opened again. Unbelievable. He had never seen anything so big and fierce in his life. It stood pawing the ground, grunting, slinging slobber as it eyed him. Whatever the next bull was like, it had to be a better choice than this one. He ran to the fence and let the bull pass through the pasture, out the back gate.

The door opened a third time. A smile came across his face. This was the weakest, scrawniest little bull he had ever seen. This one was his bull. As the bull came running by, he positioned himself just right and jumped at just the exact moment. He grabbed... but the bull had no tail!

Life is full of opportunities. Some will be easy to take advantage of, some will be difficult. But once we let them pass (often in hopes of something better), those opportunities may never again be available. So always grab the first opportunity.

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Bee Attitude

• understanding to your enemies.
• loyal to your friends.
• strong enough to face the world each day.
• weak enough to know you cannot do everything alone.
• generous to those who need your help.
• frugal with that you need yourself.
• wise enough to know you don't know everything.
• foolish enough to believe in miracles.
• willing to share your joys.
• willing to share the sorrows of others.
• a leader when you see a path others have missed.
• a follower when you are shrouded by the mist of uncertainty.
• the first to congratulate an opponent who succeds.
• last to criticize a colleague who fails.
• sure where your next step will fall, so that you will not tumble.
• sure of your final destination, in case you are going the wrong way.
• loving to those who love you.
• loving to those who do not love you, for they may change.
  

Above all, Yourself






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Bee Attitude

• understanding to your enemies.
• loyal to your friends.
• strong enough to face the world each day.
• weak enough to know you cannot do everything alone.
• generous to those who need your help.
• frugal with that you need yourself.
• wise enough to know you don't know everything.
• foolish enough to believe in miracles.
• willing to share your joys.
• willing to share the sorrows of others.
• a leader when you see a path others have missed.
• a follower when you are shrouded by the mist of uncertainty.
• the first to congratulate an opponent who succeds.
• last to criticize a colleague who fails.
• sure where your next step will fall, so that you will not tumble.
• sure of your final destination, in case you are going the wrong way.
• loving to those who love you.
• loving to those who do not love you, for they may change.
  

Above all, Yourself






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The Pickle Jar

The Pickle Jar

The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled.

I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.

Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son. You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back."

Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly. "These are for my son's college fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me."

We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. "When we get home, we'll start filling the jar again." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. "You won't get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters," he said. "But you'll get there. I'll see to that."

The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed. A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the most flowery of words could have done.

When I married, I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me. No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar.

Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar. To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever to make a way out for me. "When you finish college, Son," he told me, his eyes glistening, "You'll never have to eat beans again ... unless you want to."

The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper softly and Susan took her from Dad's arms. "She probably needs to be changed." she said, carrying the baby into my parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes.

She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into the room. "Look," she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar.

I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched,
they must be felt with the heart.
~ Helen Keller ~

Happy moments, praise God
Difficult moments, seek God
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God
Every moment, thank God

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