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CONFIDENCE – will this story inspire you to take action?
When Henry Ward Beecher was a young boy in school, he learned a lesson in self confidence which he never forgot.
He was called upon to recite in front of the class. He had hardly begun when the teacher interrupted with an emphatic, “No!” He started over and again the teacher thundered, “No!” Humiliated, Henry sat down. The next boy rose to recite and had just begun when the teacher shouted, “No!” This student, however, kept on with the recitation until he completed it. As he sat down, the teacher replied, “Very good!”
Henry was irritated. “I recited just as he did,” he complained to the teacher. But the instructor replied, “It is not enough to know your lesson; you must be sure. When you allowed me to stop you, it meant that you were uncertain. If all the world says, ‘No!’ it is your business to say, ‘Yes!’ and prove it.”
The world will say, “No!” in a thousand ways.
“No! You can’t do that.”
“No! You are wrong.”
“No! You are too old.”
“No! You are too young.”
“No! You are too weak.”
“No! It will never work.”
“No! You don’t have the education.”
“No! You don’t have the background.”
“No! You don’t have the money.”
“No! It can’t be done.”
And each “No!” you hear has the potential to erode your confidence bit by bit until you quit all together.
Though the world says, “No!” to you today, will you determine to say, “Yes!” and prove it?
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MOTHERS from [imwb_cgt_cityName]: an Inspiring Story
Mothers…we blame them for all our problems but we wouldn’t be here without them. It was only later in my life that I realized that in this three dimensional movie called life, I chose my parents for, amongst other reasons, their limitations and shortcomings. That relationship or the lack thereof, was my initial programming which formed the basis of my eventual need for integration and search for self-discovery. Many years and experiences later I realized mom did the best she could under the circumstances and with the tools she was given by her parents. I was fortunate…I was able to heal and resolve our issues before she passed on several years ago. My mom might have been incapable of expressing love, but there is no doubt that she always did care about me…as do all mothers in their own way. I am eternally grateful. By Anonymous
A real estate story to inspire you: WHEN A MOTHER BLOWS OUT 75 CANDLES
By Alice Collins Submitted by Geraldine Doyle
From Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul Copyright 1998 Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Jennifer Read Hawthorne, Marci Shimoff
When a mother blows out 75 candles, she secretly hopes a tank of oxygen is one of her gifts. Through the years she has hollered, said and prayed, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, grant me patience!” 1,245,187 times. Her hands have hung diapers on pulley clotheslines, sterilized bottles, carried babies from the third-floor apartment, ironed sunsuits and proudly pushed baby buggies. She has peeled more potatoes than six marines on K.P. duty.
Her hair has been set in steel curlers, permed, rinsed with Nestle’s coloring capsules, and styled in pageboys, the poodle look and the beehive hairdo; been permed again and turned silver. The “parlor” was where she entertained company, the “pantry” held the groceries, the “icebox” held a pint of ice cream, and the “wringer washing machine” was hers to use on Tuesday. She has earned her nursing degree through measles, chicken pox, mumps, pneumonia, polio, TB, fevers, stitches, flu, fractured arms and broken hearts.
At one time or another her closet held housedresses, feathered hats, white gloves, skirts with short hemlines and with long hemlines, pants suits, billowy dresses of chiffon, sheath dresses, a Sunday coat and the Christmas toys she ordered from the Sears catalog. Her heart has known the ecstasy of a man’s love, the joy of children, the heartbreak of their mistakes, the warmth of life’s friendships, the celebration of weddings, the magnificent blessings of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Who can count the floors she scrubbed, the dinners she cooked, the birthday gifts she wrapped, the spelling words she listened to, the bedtime stories she read, the excuses she heard, the prayers she whispered to God each day?
Her arms have rocked generations of babies. Her hands have prepared countless “favorite” dishes. Her knees have knelt in prayer time and time again for those she loved. Her mouth has kissed owwies that hurt. Her back has bent to bathe dirty cowboys, pick up teens’ clothes, gather flowers from her garden and grow old. She has journeyed through life with its tears and laughter, watching yesterday’s sunsets become tomorrow’s sunrises of hope and promise. Because of her and the man who took her hand, family life and love continue through the generations.
When a mother blows out 75 candles, blessed are they who surround her with their love.
LOVE OF A [imwb_cgt_cityName] FATHER: an Inspirational Story
When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a “walk-on.” Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed. The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in the game.
It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big play-off game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, “My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?”
The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, “Take the rest of the week off, son. And don’t even plan to come back to the game on Saturday. Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon.
“Coach, please let me play. I’ve just got to play today,” said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in.
“All right,” he said. “You can go in.”
Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you’ve never heard!
Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone.
The coach came to him and said, “Kid, I can’t believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?”
He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, “Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?” , The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, “Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!”
Words that may inspire you called Modern Beatitudes
They have have been a source of inspiration and helped countless people through many problems and difficulties:
I was made weak, that I might learn to humbly obey.
I asked for health, that I might do greater things.
I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
I asked for riches that I might be happy.
I was given poverty that I might be wise.
I asked for power that I might have the praise of persons.
I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I asked for–but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I, among all people, am most richly blessed.”
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