This week’s Words for the Week …
Once upon a time there was a bunch of tiny frogs who arranged a climbing competition. The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower.
A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants. The race began. No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. You heard statements such as: “Oh, WAY too difficult!” “They will NEVER make it to the top.” “Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!”
The tiny frogs began collapsing one by one, except for those, who in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher. The crowd continued to yell, “It is too difficult! No one will make it!” More tiny frogs got tired and gave up. But ONE continued higher and higher and higher. This one wouldn’t give up!
At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower, except for the one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top!
Then all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it. A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and reach the goal.
It turned out that the winner was DEAF!
The wisdom of this story is, Never listen to other people’s tendencies to be negative or pessimistic, because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you — the ones you have in your heart!
Always think of the power words have. There’s life and death in the power of the tongue (Proverbs 18:21). Because everything you hear and read will affect your actions! Therefore: ALWAYS be … POSITIVE! And above all, be DEAF when people tell YOU you cannot fulfill your dreams! Always think: God and I can do this! If you fall down 10 times, stand up 10 times.
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do, so throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. — Mark Twain
They’d rather that I sink away
into the depths of dark despair
than every morning find a way
to stay involved, and to care.
This makes no sense, upon its face,
for why should I be cheered to fail
instead of being offered grace
by the cup, or by the pail?
I suspect it is a mirror-view;
I set the bar perhaps too high
in keeping outlook fair and true
as I sicken, as I die.
They fear, I guess, that if asked
they could not match my given task.
Another day, my friend. Thoughts and prayers. Things getting pretty dismal?
Yeah, there’s a billiard-ball sized mass in the navel, attached to something bigger underneath. Messes up the beach body, makes it hard to eat…and, with the neck tumour, to breathe.
Saving up for a 450 MX bike. Seems like time to go race, and go catch some air…I mean, why not?
Barb’s horrified, but said she would be more horrified if I didn’t have a goal like this.
Go for it!
If it’s gotta end, let it end in smoke and noise and dirt and speed.
Not like this.
Tenno! Heiko! BANZAI!
Thought of you. “Yee-hah! It’s worth it all!” https://hutchcraft.com/a-word-with-you/your-most-important-relationship/the-breathtaking-finish-line-8607