Meanwhile
Meanwhile Joe thought he would plant some crops in the area where the dirt had been turned thoroughly. He planted corn, tomatoes, potatoesand onions. His sons continued to dig through the soil, determined to find gold. As more dirt was available. Joe planted more crops. An interesting point here is that Joe had never farmed before but it had always been a dream of his to do so.
Meanwhile
Meanwhile Joe thought he would plant some crops in the area where the dirt had been turned thoroughly. He planted corn, tomatoes, potatoesand onions. His sons continued to dig through the soil, determined to find gold. As more dirt was available. Joe planted more crops. An interesting point here is that Joe had never farmed before but it had always been a dream of his to do so.
Nasty place--
Then the time come for you to be your own man and take on the world and you did But somewhere along the line you changed You stopped being you , You let people stick a finger in your face and tell you you are no good And when things got hard ,you started looking for something to blame like a big shadow. Let me tell you something you already know The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows It' s a very mean and nasty place ,and I don' t care how tough you are It will beat you to y...
Nasty place--
Then the time come for you to be your own man and take on the world and you did But somewhere along the line you changed You stopped being you , You let people stick a finger in your face and tell you you are no good And when things got hard ,you started looking for something to blame like a big shadow. Let me tell you something you already know The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows It' s a very mean and nasty place ,and I don' t care how tough you are It will beat you to y...
The other day
The other day, as I talked with a friend, I recalled a story that I heard this summer. “A compassionate person, seeing a butterfly struggling to free itself from its cocoon, and wanting to help, very gently loosened the filaments to form an opening. The butterfly was freed, emerged from the cocoon, and fluttered about but could not fly. What the compassionate person did not know was that only through the birth struggle can the wings grow strong enough for flight. Its shortened life was spent ...
The other day
The other day, as I talked with a friend, I recalled a story that I heard this summer. “A compassionate person, seeing a butterfly struggling to free itself from its cocoon, and wanting to help, very gently loosened the filaments to form an opening. The butterfly was freed, emerged from the cocoon, and fluttered about but could not fly. What the compassionate person did not know was that only through the birth struggle can the wings grow strong enough for flight. Its shortened life was spent ...
Make the opportunity
The lack of opportunity is ever the excuse of a weak, vacillating mind. Opportunities! Every life is full of them. Every lesson in school or college is an opportunity. Every examination is a chance in life. Every business transaction is an opportunity, an opportunity to be polite, an opportunity to be manly, an opportunity to be honest, an opportunity to make friends. Every proof of confidence in you is a great opportunity. Every responsibility thrust upon your strength and your honor is pric...
Make the opportunity
The lack of opportunity is ever the excuse of a weak, vacillating mind. Opportunities! Every life is full of them. Every lesson in school or college is an opportunity. Every examination is a chance in life. Every business transaction is an opportunity, an opportunity to be polite, an opportunity to be manly, an opportunity to be honest, an opportunity to make friends. Every proof of confidence in you is a great opportunity. Every responsibility thrust upon your strength and your honor is pric...
Happiness is an Attitude
Maybe you wouldn't say yesterday was a happy day, because you had a misunderstanding with your friend. But weren't there moments of happiness, moments of clear peace? Now that you think about it, wasn't there a letter from an old friend, or a stranger who asked where you got such a great haircut? You remember having a bad day, yet those good moments occurred. Happiness is like a visitor. You can't command her appearance; you can only appreciate her when she does show up. A...
Happiness is an Attitude
Maybe you wouldn't say yesterday was a happy day, because you had a misunderstanding with your friend. But weren't there moments of happiness, moments of clear peace? Now that you think about it, wasn't there a letter from an old friend, or a stranger who asked where you got such a great haircut? You remember having a bad day, yet those good moments occurred. Happiness is like a visitor. You can't command her appearance; you can only appreciate her when she does show up. A...
