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Inspirational Lessons: Some Important Lessons Life Teaches You!

Sunday, December 12th, 2010

I don’t know if these stories are true or made up, and I don’t know the authors to these stories either. At any rate, I find them inspiring……..

First Most Important Lesson:
During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one:
“What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?”
Sure this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
“Absolutely”, said the professor. “In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say ‘hello’.”
I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.

Second Import Lesson: Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:30pm, an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him.
Seven days went by and a knock came on the man’s door.To his surprise a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached. It read: “Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband’s bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.” Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.

Third Important Lesson: Always Remember Those Who Serve You
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. “How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked. “Fifty cents,” replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. “Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired. By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. “Thirty-five cents,” she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies-you see, he couldn’t have the sundae, because he had to leave enough for her tip.

Fourth Important Lesson: The Obstacle in Our Path

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been.
The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand.
Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

Fifth Important Lesson: Giving When It Counts

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.
I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her…”
As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?”
Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor. He thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
You see, understanding and attitude, after all, is everything.

Inspirational Lessons: The Light Was On!

Monday, September 13th, 2010

The love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him, “What are you going through?

When I was in private practice as a pediatrician, life was always busy, and the days and night often ran together. I usually found myself in the office late at night, just catching up on paperwork. I found this time alone very peaceful. It allowed me to think about my patients and their problems without distractions. It also allowed for clear thinking about my own life.

One evening, after putting my own family to bed, I was back a the office, going through stacks of charts. As I sat studying a patient’s chart, I heard a knock at the door. I assumed it was my partner, since he was on call at the time.

I opened the door to find Brian, a 16-year-old patient of mine. I had seen Brian enough times over the past few years to know him by name. I asked him why he was wandering around at two o’clock in the morning. “I was just out taking a walk and thinking,” he replied. I invited him to have some hot chocolate and “talk and think together.”

I put the water on to boil, and we begin to chat. As the conversation progressed, we both begin to share a little bit about ourselves, our worries, and our frustrations. It was obvious Brian was full of fears and anxieties that he definitely needed to express.

Brian told me about his girlfriend, who had just broken up with him, and about his grades, which weren’t as good as he would have liked. He wanted to be an architect, but he worried that it would be impossible with his grades. He said that he didn’t know whether there was a God and, if there was, whether God loved him.

I tried just to listen and offer encouragement where I could. I had some contacts among architects, so I told Brian I wanted him to meet them and learn more about the profession. Brian and I also talked about positive things we planned to do to address some of our worries and fears. Our conversation lasted two hours. Finally I drove Brian home, where I saw him sneak in through a first-story window.

After that night, Brian frequently stopped by my office (at more reasonable hours) to give me an update on his progress in various areas of his life. He was a very pleasant, outgoing young man who soon became friends with my staff.

About six months after my first conversation with Brian, I moved my practice to a different location. A year after the move, I received a graduation announcement from Brian. Folded inside the formal invitation was a handwritten note.

Dear Mr. Brown,

I wanted to thank you for caring about me that night. I don’t think you ever knew, but I felt so bad that night, I planned to kill myself. Everything in my life seemed so bad, and I didn’t know what to do next. As I was walking down the street, I saw your office and noticed the lamp was on. Then, for some reason, I decided to talk to you. All that talking, and your listening, made me realize a lot of things about my life that were good. Some of the options and ideas you mentioned to me really helped. I am graduating from high school, and I’ve been accepted to the university’s architecture school. I couldn’t be happier. I know I’ll have hard times, but I also know I’ll get through the hard times. I’m very, very thankful that your light was on that night.

Sincerely,

Brian

I don’t believe this note was the result of anything extraordinary I did with Brian; our conversations had been very ordinary. But reflecting on my acquaintance with Brian makes me think there was something quite exceptional at work.

One might say it was fortuitous that I was in the office and that the light was on, that night when Brian was contemplating suicide. I believe the world works in a different way.

There is a light, or energy, that shines in and through each of us, to provide guidance and support for ourselves and our fellow human beings. And it was that light that shone the brightest on the night when Brian knocked at my office door.

~James C. Brown, M.D.

“We cannot hold a torch to another man’s path without brightening our own” ~ Ben Sweetland

Inspirational Lessons: How One Dad Learned About Priorities!

Saturday, August 28th, 2010

A man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.

“Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.

“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?”

“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.

“I just want to know. Please tell me,  how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.

“If you must know, I make $20 an hour.” “Oh,” the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?”

The father was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours every day and don’t have time for such childish games.”

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning.  How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00 and he really didn’t ask for money very often.

The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep son?” he asked. “No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $10.00 you’ve asked for.” The little boy sat straight up, beaming. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father. “Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.

“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied. “Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?

WOW!! That last paragraph says it all, doesn’t it?

Source Unknown

Just for Fun, But Something to Think About: Whose Job Is It?

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it. Everybody was sure Somebody would do it. Anybody could of done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody‘s job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.

I have no idea who wrote this and I’ve had this in my file cabinet for so many years. I love this because it still applies today, no matter how old it is. I also have no idea who actually wrote this, but if I find out who did, I’ll definitely put their name on this article!

This kind of makes you think about things and how life truly is sometimes with people!

Inspirational Lessons: 23 Things to Always Remember and One Thing Never to Forget!

Wednesday, July 14th, 2010

Peepers my Parakeet peering down on me

Peepers my Parakeet peering down on me

1. Your presence is a present to the world.

2. You’re unique and one of a kind.

3. Your life can be what you want it to be.

4. Take the days just one at a time.

5. Count your blessings, not your troubles.

6. You’ll make it through whatever comes along.

7. Within you are so many answers.

8. Understand, have courage, be strong.

9. Don’t put limits on yourself.

10. So many dreams are waiting to be realized.

11. Decisions are too important to leave to chance.

12. Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.

13. Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.

14. The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.

15. Don’t take things too seriously.

16. Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

17. Remember that a little love goes a long way.

18. Remember that a lot . . goes forever.

19. Remember that friendship is a wise investment.

20. Life’s treasures are people . . . together.

21. Realize that it’s never too late.

22. Do ordinary things in extraordinary ways.

23. Have health and hope and happiness.

24. Take the time to wish upon a star.

And don’t ever forget … For even a day . . . How very special you are.

- Source Unknown

Inspirational Lessons: Snake in the Barrel!

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

Mr. Lassater was a fine old fella.

He had once owned the building I now rented for my first venture into business–a little music store–and now he was retired.

Still, he liked to visit with folks who would come by during the day, and so he kept a little front corner of the store to display television sets, which  he and his elderly and nearly blind wife would sit watching most of the day, occasionally selling one and enjoying the visit with his customer, usually someone he had known for years.

I was glad to have him there, as he would answer the phone and more or less keep my part of the store for me when I needed to be away on a sales call or a piano tuning. He provided a great deal of emotional security for me, and he watched me–and watched me–and watched me.

After I had been in business about six months, bill paying time began coming too quickly, and I found myself doing a lot of juggling of funds to keep the doors open. I robbed Peter to pay Paul lots of times, and now it was getting harder and harder to pay Peter back. I was getting myself in trouble, and Mr. Lassater just watched, puffing on his Sherlock Holmes type pipe, and never saying a word.

Finally, just before Christmas of that first year, it came to be reckoning time. Mr. Lassater watched me juggle figures on my desk for hours, with no good results. I owed money to the bank, the rent was past due, I had sold pianos for which I had not yet paid my suppliers, the telephone was about to be cut off, and I could see no way I could generate enough income to save the business. I was in despair, and Mr. Lassater could see it.

Just before closing time, the fine old man pulled his chair over to the front of my desk, and said, “I want to tell you a story.”

Well, anything was better than just sitting there in gloom, and so I told him to go ahead.

“One time in my backyard,” he said, “there was a barrel under a tree limb. One day a frog fell off the limb down into the barrel. He tried and tried to jump out, but no matter how hard he jumped, he couldn’t get out. He just couldn’t jump high enough to reach the rim. He thought he was going to die, and was about  to give up, when a snake crawled into the barrel through a tiny hole in the bottom, and you know what?”

“What?” I said, knowing what he would say.

“That frog jumped clear out of that barrel in one giant leap.”

I sat there and watched him as he and his dear old wife gathered up their things and left the store for the evening. After a few minutes I picked up the phone to call my only salesman who had already gone home.

“Al,” I said, “I need for you to come back down to the store for a little bit.”

“What for?” asked Al, who was probably at supper.

“There’s a snake in the barrel,” I said.

Al appeared in a little while, and we planned our strategy. There were nine pianos in the warehouse, and somehow we would sell them all by Saturday, only three days away. Of course that was  an impossible task in that little town, but there was a snake in the barrel, after all, and we had to.

Early the next morning we went out to see Floyd Stewart, the owner of and the only announcer in the little radio station, KRMO. We told Floyd the problem, and told him we could afford to pay him only if we sold the pianos, but we were asking for his help. Then I told him what Mr. Lassator had said about the snake in the barrel. Floyd, who was an old friend of Mr. Lassater, agreed, and he pushed those pianos many times a day for the next three days, always beginning the commercial in his big booming voice, “THERE’S A SNAKE IN THE BARREL!”

By Saturday, the pianos were all sold, and I paid the bank, the phone company, the rent, and sent the money for the two pianos I had sold but not yet paid for. Of course it was costly, because I had to discount the pianos considerably, but it kept me in business, and I never let the frog fall into the barrel again.

–Joe Edwards

This story hits home for me. There was a time when I ONLY had 24 hours to get out of where I lived or else I would be homeless. Within less than 24 hours I found a room for rent with a woman who needed a roommate at her apartment. Not only was she helping me, but I was helping her too. It HAD to happen no matter what or else I would be on the street. It was a mindset that is hard to describe, but if you’ve ever been in these shoes before, you know exactly how I felt. This mindset is what we need to have to accomplish something that means so much to you, that nothing will stand in your way and it WILL happen no matter what. There are NO doubts, no indecision. In your mind, you KNOW it’s there and it WILL happen!

 

Inspirational Lessons: Risks!

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010

To laugh is – to risk appearing the fool.

To weep is – to risk appearing sentimental.

To reach out for another is – to risk involvement.

To expose feelings is – to risk exposing your true self.

To place your ideas, your dreams before the crowd is – to risk their loss.

To love is – to risk not being loved in return.

To live is – to risk dying.

To hope is – to risk despair.

To try is – to risk failure.

But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love–LIVE. Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave. He has forfeited freedom.

Only a person who risks is FREE.

(Author Unknown)

Whatever it is you want to do in your life, “RISK” and venture out into the unknown, leaving that fear behind you, and you’ll be pleasantly surprised at how FREE you feel because of it!

Photo: Sunflower with Ladybug (by Ann Lihl)

Photography by Ann Lihl: Sunflower with Ladybug

Inspirational Lessons: The Beloved!

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

“Where love is, there is God also” ~ Leo Tolstoy

I was called to the delivery room one night to assist with a term infant because of a small amount of meconium that was present. Meconium is the substance within the bowels of the infant before delivery, and it can sometimes signal distress or abnormality in the infant. It generally requires a pediatrician or other qualified individual to be in attendance. However, most of the time these babies are born without complications and are healthy and normal.

In the delivery room, both mother and father were anxious yet happy as they anticipated the birth of their first baby. The pregnancy had been uneventful. But when the baby was born, it was immediately apparent that there was a significant problem.

The baby was anencephalic. This means that there is esssentially no upper brain, and the dome of the calvarium, or skull, is also absent. These babies generally don’t survive the immediate newborn period, and often they have other significant abnormalities.

The obstetrician immediately handed the baby to me. Even the father, beside himself in anticipation and excitement, could see the baby was not normal. The mother had not been sedated and, of course, wanted to see her baby right away. The baby did not cry significantly, but it was not in any serious respiratory distress. It did maintain a deep bluish color, indicating the possibility of severe heart disease, which is common in these infants.

The almost instantaneous emotional sweep that takes place under these circumstances is impossible to describe. One moment everyone is joyous and laughing, joking and high with the expectation of a beautiful baby being born and all the possibilities that life holds. Then, in an instant, emotions sink to the abysmal depth of total disbelief, anger and despair.

I put my arm around the father as we wheeled the baby over to the mother’s side. I held her hand and explained the diagnosis. No one could listen carefully at that point. I wrapped the baby up and asked the father to carry the infant to the nursery. I told the mother that we needed to do some initial evaluations, but that we would be back to talk to her soon.

As we walked to the nursery, I asked the father, “What are you going to name the baby?”

He did not respond but asked me, “Will the baby live?”

I answered, “I need to evaluate him more closely.” I thought about the vigorous interventions attempted to keep these babies alive for weeks or months or even years, knowing that what we could do was, perhaps, not even morally correct.

In the nursery, the baby begin to breathe rapidly. The evaluation of the heart revealed a significant heart lesion. The chest x-ray and ultrasound revealed cardiac defects that could not be successfully repaired. The baby had other problems as well, including abnormalities of the kidneys, leaving him without normal renal function.

By this time, the nurses had wheeled the mother into the room where I was examining the baby. After listening to my technical explanations about the multiple problems this baby had, she simply looked up at me and said, “His name is John. It means the beloved one.” Then she asked me if they could hold their child.

We went into a private room where the mother could be comfortable in a recliner and the father could sit close, and where they could both hold John and talk to him. I started to leave but they asked me to stay.

The mother prayed for the baby aloud, then sang songs and lullabies to her son. She told him all about herself and her husband, their hopes and dreams. Over and over again she told him how much they loved him.

I sat spellbound as feelings of despair and hopelessness changed to ones of intense love and caring. One of the most horrific experiences of life had been cast upon this couple, an experience that usually–and understandably–results in anger, hostility and self-pity, as hopes and dreams of watching their child grow up are shattered.

But somehow within that terrible disappointment, this couple understood that what was important was for them to give this baby a lifetime of love in the very short time they had with him. As they talked, sang, introduced themselves, and held him tight, they did not see the physical features that often have been described as grotesque. Instead, they saw and felt the soul of one small being who had only a few short  hours to live. And, indeed, John died a few minutes later.

The young couple taught me that the value of life is not dependent upon length of time on this earth, but rather on the amount of love given and shared during the time that we have. They had given all their love to their son. He had truly been their beloved.

By James C. Brown, M.D.

Inspirational Stories: 1 Dollar and 11 Cents!

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor’s bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, “Only a miracle can save him now.”

Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a  scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged  it on the glass counter.  That did it! “And what do you want?”  the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I’m talking to my  brother from  Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages,” he said without waiting for a reply to his question. “Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick… and I want to buy a miracle.”

“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist. “His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now!  So how much does a miracle cost?”
“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help you,” the pharmacist said, softening a little.

“Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.”

The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does your brother need?”  “I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up.

“I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money”.

“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago.

“One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audible.
“And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.”

“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents–the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.” He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said  “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents.  Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need.”

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.  “That surgery,”her Mom whispered. “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?”
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost… one dollar and eleven cents …… plus the faith of a little child.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law…… (A TRUE STORY)

I know you’ll keep the ball moving!  Here it goes. Throw it back to someone else who means something to you!

Inspirational Lessons: Final Analysis by Mother Teresa!

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and sincere, people may deceive you;
Be honest and sincere anyway.

What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight;
Create anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, will often be forgotten.
Do good anyway.

Give the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give your best anyway.

In the final analysis, it is between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway.

Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa