<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Sep 2024 16:22:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Lessons From Time Immemorial</title><description>Get stories from the ages past and present and learn the lessons of life from them.</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-2230750640976820098</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2014 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-29T05:44:54.271-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Wolves and the Dogs at War</title><description>One day, enmity broke out between the dogs and the wolves. The dogs elected a Greek to be their general. But he was in no hurry to engage in battle, despite the violent intimidation of the wolves.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;&lt;i&gt;Understand&quot; &lt;/i&gt;he said to them&lt;i&gt;, &quot;why I deliberately put off engagement. It is because one must always take counsel before acting. The wolves, on the other hand, are all of the same race, all of the same color. But our soldiers have very varied habits, and each one is proud of his own country. Even our colors are not uniform: some are black, some russet, and others white or ash-grey. How can I lead into battle those who are not in harmony and who are all disimilar?&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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What is the moral? In all human struggle it is unity of will and purpose which assures victory over any adversary or in any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://amzn.to/1rAMRcQ&quot;&gt;Fables&lt;/a&gt; by Arnold Lobel&lt;br /&gt;
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He encountered the Lion again, and this time he was also frightened, but not so much as the first time.&lt;br /&gt;
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But on the third occasion when he saw him, he actually plucked up the courage to approach him and began to chat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;MORAL&lt;/b&gt;: Familiarity soothes our fears. The more we face our fears the more we develop courage to overcome them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The Classic Treasury of Aesop&#39;s Fables &lt;a href=&quot;http://amzn.to/1qIt9Qy&quot;&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-fox-and-lion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGz_nHYD_4iobEq5Y3lgka-VHAN6mtzee8uoIYVmOsr7ipuhNO518rJqBP4p9ecWlqX8bUCiMO85fu0nqgUjcSdxNuOAWD45Zy1iJVDkZZe4bQW7x-b4_PJLXcLXVj6CShgIXGKSYDvVA/s72-c/The+Fox+and+the+Lion+3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-5944832772779104633</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2014 06:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-05T23:58:10.191-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Bat and the House-Ferrets</title><description>A bat fell to the ground and was caught by a house-ferret. Realising that she was on the point of being killed, she begged for her life.&lt;br /&gt;
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The house-ferret said to her that she could not let her go, for ferrets were supposed to be natural enemies to all birds.&lt;br /&gt;
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The bat replied that she herself was not a bird, but a mouse. She managed to extricate herself from her danger by this means.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually, falling a second time, the bat was caught by another house-ferret. Again she pleaded to the ferret not to eat her.&lt;br /&gt;
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The second ferret declared that she absolutely detested all mice.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the bat positively affirmed that she was not a mice but a bat. And so she was released again.&lt;br /&gt;
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And that was how she saved herself from death twice by a mere change of name.&lt;br /&gt;
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This story shows that it is not always necessary to confine ourselves to the same tactics. But, on the contrary, if we are adaptable to circumstances we can better escape danger.</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-bat-and-house-ferrets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnrnyKYD495JHuA37EyI56OGkYOWBerCowcQ521tG_kNOFB9YbhOJsPehSLjcLdj2t9MW9M1Q4XH4QSqWUPG346elI5RIQSQcwkLI-YKaEdMSyLJIBjibxTCKIraTRx3IIEmvMAq5nJ80/s72-c/download+(1).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-5158064446762646459</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T04:46:35.737-08:00</atom:updated><title>THE MIDAS TOUCH</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6HRmAaNhH3x2AsKdH1k20w2GTmnW5ilXAU0EHS125e70L3YM98rTP7uJcSAHfKi1mNRQEUwFBDrYymG2MyZ8TaqWCRYUaIsj4jzTvbrQ00qhdoH5n1d6f8TTHdhB_3htoaCRm78QGpik/s1600-h/midas.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6HRmAaNhH3x2AsKdH1k20w2GTmnW5ilXAU0EHS125e70L3YM98rTP7uJcSAHfKi1mNRQEUwFBDrYymG2MyZ8TaqWCRYUaIsj4jzTvbrQ00qhdoH5n1d6f8TTHdhB_3htoaCRm78QGpik/s320/midas.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;226&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There was a greedy king named Midas. &lt;a href=&quot;http://fa7bck04rrojpdg4wlvtrdoric.hop.clickbank.net/?tid=GLD&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;He had a lot of gold and the more he had, the more he wanted&lt;/a&gt;. He would spend his days &lt;a href=&quot;http://fa7bck04rrojpdg4wlvtrdoric.hop.clickbank.net/?tid=GLD&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;in his vaults counting his gold&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One day a stranger appeared and told King Midas he would grant him a wish. The king was delighted and immediately said: &quot;&lt;i&gt;I would like everything I touch to turn to gold&quot;. &lt;/i&gt;The stranger asked the king,&lt;i&gt; &quot;Are you sure?&quot; &lt;/i&gt;The king replied&lt;i&gt;, &quot;Yes&quot;. &lt;/i&gt;So the stranger said, &lt;i&gt;&quot;Starting from tomorrow, with the first rays of the sun, you will have the golden touch&quot;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The king thought he must have been dreaming, that this couldn&#39;t be true. But the next day when he woke up, he touched the bed &lt;a href=&quot;http://fa7bck04rrojpdg4wlvtrdoric.hop.clickbank.net/?tid=GLD&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;and it turned to gold.&lt;/a&gt; It was true- &lt;a href=&quot;http://fa7bck04rrojpdg4wlvtrdoric.hop.clickbank.net/?tid=GLD&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;everything he touched did turn to gold&lt;/a&gt;. He looked out of the window and saw his daughter playing in the garden. He decided to give her a surprise and thought she would be happy. But before he went to the garden, he decided to read a book. The moment he touched it, &lt;a href=&quot;http://fa7bck04rrojpdg4wlvtrdoric.hop.clickbank.net/?tid=GLD&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;it turned into   gold&lt;/a&gt; and he couldn&#39;t read it.&lt;br /&gt;
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He sat down to breakfast and the moment he touched the fruit and the glass of water, &lt;a href=&quot;http://fa7bck04rrojpdg4wlvtrdoric.hop.clickbank.net/?tid=GLD&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;they turned to gold&lt;/a&gt;. He was hungry and he said to himself, &lt;i&gt;&quot;I can&#39;t eat and drink gold&quot;. &lt;/i&gt;Just then his daughter came running into the room and King Midas hugged her and &lt;a href=&quot;http://fa7bck04rrojpdg4wlvtrdoric.hop.clickbank.net/?tid=GLD&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;she turned into a gold statue&lt;/a&gt;. There were no more smiles left.&lt;/div&gt;
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The king bowed his head and started crying. The stranger who had granted him the wish appeared again and asked the king if he was happy with his &lt;a href=&quot;http://fa7bck04rrojpdg4wlvtrdoric.hop.clickbank.net/?tid=GLD&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;golden touch&lt;/a&gt;. The king said he was the most miserable man in the world. The stranger asked, &lt;i&gt;&quot;What would you rather have, food and your loving daughter or lumps of gold and her golden statue?&quot; &lt;/i&gt;The king cried and asked for forgiveness. He said, &lt;i&gt;&quot;I will give up all my gold. Please give me my daughter back because without her I have lost everything worth having&quot;. &lt;/i&gt;The stranger said to the king, &lt;i&gt;&quot;You have become wiser than before&quot;, &lt;/i&gt;and he reversed the spell.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Midas got his daughter back in his arms and the king learned a lesson that he never forgot for the rest of his life.&lt;/div&gt;
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What lessons can be learned?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Distorted values lead to tragedy.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes getting what you want may be a bigger tragedy than not getting what you want.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXoMBrhFt3aCg6BaZzhkuMiTL0W8_rGusFsPlfC-A79z8CF1DVUIOdvwiOzhpC94hWMqJdo3OD2sGCR9wf96kbGqg9DlpjSEOgt1YV3oV5k2IyLMaKev8QluwlXV-HuU4dSNNclEg_9w/s1600-h/chadwick-300x278.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXoMBrhFt3aCg6BaZzhkuMiTL0W8_rGusFsPlfC-A79z8CF1DVUIOdvwiOzhpC94hWMqJdo3OD2sGCR9wf96kbGqg9DlpjSEOgt1YV3oV5k2IyLMaKev8QluwlXV-HuU4dSNNclEg_9w/s200/chadwick-300x278.jpg&quot; height=&quot;185&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;On July 4, 1952, Florence Chadwick was on her way to becoming the first woman to swim the Catalina Channel. She had already conquered the English Channel. The world was watching. Chadwick fought the dense fog, the bone-chilling cold and the shark. She was striving to reach the shore but every time she looked through her goggles, all she could see was the dense fog. Unable to see the shore, she gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCRJhCvmRrpDztJBhLzKPiXt36S1XoXs4Pu9OI4duL2ymL9OPKSkAxEEIIX7bEKaoH0HDpwyqHec_btz9JMYxoKxXmpW1OuBM7BozoHQhx6DPgxWLGxheRr60Sy0FqixIhhyphenhyphenkQiH-x6I/s1600-h/chadwick2.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCRJhCvmRrpDztJBhLzKPiXt36S1XoXs4Pu9OI4duL2ymL9OPKSkAxEEIIX7bEKaoH0HDpwyqHec_btz9JMYxoKxXmpW1OuBM7BozoHQhx6DPgxWLGxheRr60Sy0FqixIhhyphenhyphenkQiH-x6I/s320/chadwick2.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Chadwick was&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;when she found out that she was only a mile to the coast. She quit, not because she was a quitter but because her goal was not in sight anywhere. The elements didn&#39;t stop her. She said,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;&lt;/b&gt;I am not making excuses. If only I had seen the land, I could have made it&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;A man died and St. Peter asked him if he would like to go to heaven or hell. The man asked if he could see both before deciding. St. Peter took him to hell first. There the man saw a big hall containing a long table, laden with many kinds of food. He also saw rows of people with pale, sad faces. They looked pale and there was no laughter. And he observed one more thing: Their hands were tied to four-foot forks and knives and they were trying to get the food from the center of the table to put in their mouths. But they couldn&#39;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; Then, St. Peter took him to see heaven. There he saw a big hall with a long table, with lots of food. He noticed rows of people on both sides of the table with their hands tied to four-foot forks and knives also. But here people were laughing and were well fed and healthy-looking. The people were feeding one another across the table. The result was happiness, prosperity, enjoyment and gratification because they were not thinking of themselves alone; they were thinking win-win.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;  The same is true of our lives. When we serve our customers, our families, our employers and employees, we automatically win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/12/heaven-and-hell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-387245344160732585</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 21:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T05:24:18.829-08:00</atom:updated><title>GOODNESS COMES BACK</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZq2s50LyQmFoAAL8wEMuUMxTor8wFiQzjtN7oY4d5sXlCvHWWJ19KrzNMbyrk5HmIQzP7dfRY1UoV6oNU4Ph2scbTNmtji-oOWJ4qbjGaMjidH6tBz8dEVMJGvol15AjvMRDHLmjhStg/s1600-h/herbert-hoover-picture.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZq2s50LyQmFoAAL8wEMuUMxTor8wFiQzjtN7oY4d5sXlCvHWWJ19KrzNMbyrk5HmIQzP7dfRY1UoV6oNU4Ph2scbTNmtji-oOWJ4qbjGaMjidH6tBz8dEVMJGvol15AjvMRDHLmjhStg/s200/herbert-hoover-picture.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412990619137186626&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 187px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Many years ago two boys were working their way through Stanford University. Their funds got desperately low, and the idea came to them to engage &lt;i&gt;Ignacy Paderewski&lt;/i&gt; for a recital. They would use the funds to help pay their board and tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;  The great pianist&#39;s manger asked for a guarantee of $2,000. The guarantee was a lot of money in those days, but the boys agreed and proceeded to promote the concert. They worked hard, only to find that they grossed only $1,600.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;  After the concert the two boys told the great artist the bad news. They gave him the entire $1,600, along with a promissory note for $400, explaining that they would earn the amount at the earliest possible moment and send the money to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;It looked like the end of their college careers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; &quot;No, boys,&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;replied Paderewski, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;that won&#39;t do.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Then, tearing the note in two, he returned the money to them as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Now,&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; he told them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;take out of this $1,600 all  of your expenses and keep for each of you 10 percent of the balance for your work. Let me have the rest.&quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The years rolled back. &lt;i&gt;World War 1 &lt;/i&gt;came and went. Paderewski, now Premier of Poland, was striving to feed thousands of starving people in his native land. The only person in the world who could help him was &lt;i&gt;Herbert Hoover&lt;/i&gt;, who was in charge of the US Food and Relief Bureau. Hoover responded and soon thousands of tons of food were sent to Poland.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;   After the starving people were fed, Paderewski journeyed to Paris to thank Hoover for the relief sent to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;That&#39;s all right, Mr Paderewski,&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; was Hoover&#39;s reply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Besides, you don&#39;t remember it, but you helped me once when I was a student at college and I was in trouble&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;It is one of the most beautiful compensations of life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;A judge, when sentencing a man for robbery, asked if he had anything to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The man replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;,&quot;Yes your honor. Please sentence my parents to jail also&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; The judge asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Why?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The prisoner answered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;When I was a little boy, I stole a pencil from school. My parents knew about it but never said a word. Then I stole a pen. They knowingly ignored it. I continued to steal many other things from school and the neighborhood until it became an obsession. They knew about, yet they never said a word. If any one belongs in jail with me. they do&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Giving choices to children is important, but choices without direction result in disaster. Complete mental and physical preparation is the result of sacrifice and discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/12/criminal-parents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-5038068552949495549</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 22:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T12:00:21.019-08:00</atom:updated><title>THE BOY AND HIS FATHER</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GrYJAp0HEBwYBGZYd7VyyZqx0X8LCLuHIgJhJHCXUmbuU-q11AcLmoNzopuQMV50RGvpEuTd7LUFM4HGTNNC0JqNrEgbEk3ApEiGDBTPm88hxCPqTf1WgJ3z39Rd7eKYm3cCE8idcFs/s1600/soccer600.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GrYJAp0HEBwYBGZYd7VyyZqx0X8LCLuHIgJhJHCXUmbuU-q11AcLmoNzopuQMV50RGvpEuTd7LUFM4HGTNNC0JqNrEgbEk3ApEiGDBTPm88hxCPqTf1WgJ3z39Rd7eKYm3cCE8idcFs/s200/soccer600.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409673153309613906&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 106px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;There was a boy who came regularly to soccer practice but never made it to the starting team. While he was practicing, his father would sit at the far end of the field, waiting for him. The matches began and for four days, the boy didn&#39;t show up for practice or the quarter or semi-finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;He appeared for the final game, went to the coach and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Coach, you have always kept me in the reserves and never let me play in the games. But today, please let me play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The coach said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; &quot;Son, I&#39;m sorry, I can&#39;t let you. There are better players than you and besides, it is the finals; the reputation of the school is at stake and I cannot take a chance on you&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The boy pleaded, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Coach, I promise I will not let you down. I beg of you, please let me play&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The coach had never seen the boy plead like this before. He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Okay son, go play. But remember, I am going against my better judgment and the reputation of the school is at stake. Don&#39;t let me down&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;  The game started and the boy played like a house on fire. Every time he got the ball, he shot a goal. Needless to say, he was the star of the game. His team had a spectacular win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;  When the game finished, the coach went up to him and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Son, how could I have been so wrong? I have never seen you play like this before. What happened? How did you play so well&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boy replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; &quot;Coach, my father is watching me today&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; The coach turned around and looked at the place where the boy&#39;s father used to sit. There was no one there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Son, your father used to sit there when you come for practice, but I don&#39;t see anyone there today&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The boy replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Coach, there is something I never told you. My father was blind. Just four days ago, he died. Today is the first day he is watching me from above&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/11/boy-and-his-father.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GrYJAp0HEBwYBGZYd7VyyZqx0X8LCLuHIgJhJHCXUmbuU-q11AcLmoNzopuQMV50RGvpEuTd7LUFM4HGTNNC0JqNrEgbEk3ApEiGDBTPm88hxCPqTf1WgJ3z39Rd7eKYm3cCE8idcFs/s72-c/soccer600.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-4217775564695565511</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 13:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T12:02:43.355-08:00</atom:updated><title>WAITING OR WISHING?</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAKV-jIqVuh6uc0gTv8FCyS88sUBwQYtsSTj-CvoaOHLpTQ9nW7jyFPb-EHqxOzX1wPzWzs2lHz35jg5s2FtVJ6H7vQTEJMA0lX1VJbamBfb3dqZLpNxzDQUGPPa5gwlxQF6QnFHJzSY/s1600/Flood_Insurance.gif&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAKV-jIqVuh6uc0gTv8FCyS88sUBwQYtsSTj-CvoaOHLpTQ9nW7jyFPb-EHqxOzX1wPzWzs2lHz35jg5s2FtVJ6H7vQTEJMA0lX1VJbamBfb3dqZLpNxzDQUGPPa5gwlxQF6QnFHJzSY/s200/Flood_Insurance.gif&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408042351744071618&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 126px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;A flood was threatening a small town and everyone was leaving for safe ground except for one man who said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; &quot;God will save me. I have faith&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;As the water level rose a jeep came to rescue him, the man refused, saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;God will save me. I have faith.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;As the water level rose further, he went up to the second story of his house, and a boat came to help him. Again he refused to go saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;God will save me. I have faith&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The water kept rising and the man climbed on to the roof. A helicopter came to rescue him, but he said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;God will save me. I have faith.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Well, finally he drowned. When he reached his Maker he angrily questioned, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;I had complete faith in you. Why did you ignore my prayers and let me drown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Lord replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Who do you think sent you the jeep, the boat and the helicopter?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The only way to overcome a fatalistic attitude is to accept responsibility and believe in the law of cause and effect rather than luck. It takes action, preparation and planning rather than waiting, wondering and wishing, to accomplish any goal in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting-or-wishing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAKV-jIqVuh6uc0gTv8FCyS88sUBwQYtsSTj-CvoaOHLpTQ9nW7jyFPb-EHqxOzX1wPzWzs2lHz35jg5s2FtVJ6H7vQTEJMA0lX1VJbamBfb3dqZLpNxzDQUGPPa5gwlxQF6QnFHJzSY/s72-c/Flood_Insurance.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-6554881388499337550</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T12:07:43.627-08:00</atom:updated><title>EASY WAY AND TOUGH WAY</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIDzNqG8xShBDgsgElFdHdi7ZTfsu0GjF2wn2cire__WvOQTpChLNBQtJBMJP23f3hJbZbEqLFSk6Bfck4u0TuLqY_rFuONKWP6c1k6r3usAPJTjQGqHdBenP5Ha1gUBsJmVKPU-Z1Vo/s1600/WEB-Malabar-Lark--Goa.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIDzNqG8xShBDgsgElFdHdi7ZTfsu0GjF2wn2cire__WvOQTpChLNBQtJBMJP23f3hJbZbEqLFSk6Bfck4u0TuLqY_rFuONKWP6c1k6r3usAPJTjQGqHdBenP5Ha1gUBsJmVKPU-Z1Vo/s200/WEB-Malabar-Lark--Goa.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407695838428242770&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 182px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Once there was a lark singing in a forest. A farmer came by with a box full of worms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The lark stopped him and asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;What do you have in the box, and where are you going?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The farmer replied that he had worms and that he was going to the market to trade them for some feathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The lark said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; &quot;I have many feathers. I will pluck one and give it to you and that will save me looking for worms&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The farmer gave the worms to the lark and the lark plucked a feather and gave it in return.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; The next day the same thing happened and the day after and on and on until a day came that the lark had no more feathers. Now it could no longer fly to go hunting for worms. It started looking ugly and stopped singing and very soon it died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;What the lark thought was an easy way to get food turned out to be the tougher way after all. The same thing is true in our lives: Many times we look for  the easy way, which really ends up being the tougher way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/11/easy-way-and-tough-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIDzNqG8xShBDgsgElFdHdi7ZTfsu0GjF2wn2cire__WvOQTpChLNBQtJBMJP23f3hJbZbEqLFSk6Bfck4u0TuLqY_rFuONKWP6c1k6r3usAPJTjQGqHdBenP5Ha1gUBsJmVKPU-Z1Vo/s72-c/WEB-Malabar-Lark--Goa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-2650071694099960109</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 07:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T12:20:29.351-08:00</atom:updated><title>TOMMY EDISON</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB85fyx_zIKldLY6D6Xv5__2U4Io2Q7WAXrBhDFzBQVd6jugrM1Sbhu3wKLzuf0qy6Q_hiUkwFYa1TAxas7D593mHuAF3VNi5oMqeQ7zmcL-fo6BMbmgwyWPsAoUOq3iT4sWztG3lN-0/s1600/thomas_edison_picture.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB85fyx_zIKldLY6D6Xv5__2U4Io2Q7WAXrBhDFzBQVd6jugrM1Sbhu3wKLzuf0qy6Q_hiUkwFYa1TAxas7D593mHuAF3VNi5oMqeQ7zmcL-fo6BMbmgwyWPsAoUOq3iT4sWztG3lN-0/s200/thomas_edison_picture.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405713623759513362&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 128px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;One day a partially deaf four-year old child came home with a note in his pocket from his teacher, &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Your Tommy is too stupid to learn, get him out of school&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; His mother read the note and answered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;My Tommy is not too stupid to learn, I will teach him myself&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And that Tommy grew up to be the great Thomas Edison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thomas Edison had only three months of formal schooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/11/tommy-edison.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB85fyx_zIKldLY6D6Xv5__2U4Io2Q7WAXrBhDFzBQVd6jugrM1Sbhu3wKLzuf0qy6Q_hiUkwFYa1TAxas7D593mHuAF3VNi5oMqeQ7zmcL-fo6BMbmgwyWPsAoUOq3iT4sWztG3lN-0/s72-c/thomas_edison_picture.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-3037330417054842888</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 06:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T13:40:14.238-08:00</atom:updated><title>FAILURE OR SUCCESS?</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-NPJT6oJbPLoAJeyj_GadaoX-bH3AByeyd3_HVv5gcz0nqYs6p7m8NHOH1R8UzcpYFyQ5t01twDuMLbs4bN6COeq1WOtLqDuQWBUPPOWWDkC7wt7YGWA8OTTMDBWps5EPwFyUSCaVkE/s1600/WrightFlyer1904Circling.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-NPJT6oJbPLoAJeyj_GadaoX-bH3AByeyd3_HVv5gcz0nqYs6p7m8NHOH1R8UzcpYFyQ5t01twDuMLbs4bN6COeq1WOtLqDuQWBUPPOWWDkC7wt7YGWA8OTTMDBWps5EPwFyUSCaVkE/s200/WrightFlyer1904Circling.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405710046373952386&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 154px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;In 1913, &lt;i&gt;Lee De Forest&lt;/i&gt;, inventor of the triode tube, was charged by the district attorney for using fraudulent means to mislead the public into buying stocks in his company by claiming that he could transmit the human voice across the Atlantic. He was publicly humiliated. Can you imagine where we would be today without this invention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;  A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; editorial on December 10, 1903 questioned the wisdom of the &lt;i&gt;Wright Brothers&lt;/i&gt; who were trying to invent a machine, heavier than air, that would fly. One week later, at &lt;i&gt;Kitty Hawk&lt;/i&gt;, the Wright Brothers took their famous flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Colonel Sanders&lt;/i&gt;, at age 65, had assets of a beat-up car and a $100 check from Social Security. He realized he had to do something to improve his situation. He remembered his mother&#39;s fried chicken recipe and went out selling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;How many doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYn6lCJYw2ULNjQDe2JfvGenwjK-2F6d7k1Bg4-GgdEpfy4S9Z5bStfkNkkskYIGjyg2ez4exhvpO76j70B0lLPw0qewATlEZ1IiGXyr84m5uw-MSk6HY3pCZvKc5gVhFts24WgamPts0/s200/mickey-mouse.png&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405710200552607554&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 174px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; did he have to knock on before he got his first order? It is estimated that he had knocked on more than a thousand doors before he got his first order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;How many of us quit after three tries, a hundred tries, and then we say we tried as hard as we could?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;  As a young cartoonist, &lt;i&gt;Walt Disney&lt;/i&gt; faced many rejections from newspaper editors who said he had no talent. One day a minister at a church hired him to draw some cartoons. Disney was working out of a small rodent-infested shed near the church. Seeing a small mouse inspired him to draw a new cartoon. That was the start of &lt;i&gt;Mickey Mouse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;All success stories are stories of great failures. The only difference is that every time they failed, they bounced back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/11/failure-or-success.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-NPJT6oJbPLoAJeyj_GadaoX-bH3AByeyd3_HVv5gcz0nqYs6p7m8NHOH1R8UzcpYFyQ5t01twDuMLbs4bN6COeq1WOtLqDuQWBUPPOWWDkC7wt7YGWA8OTTMDBWps5EPwFyUSCaVkE/s72-c/WrightFlyer1904Circling.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-7984344060970738682</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 10:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T13:52:28.183-08:00</atom:updated><title>NEGATIVE INFLUENCES</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxE1s3xU3WjjzmhhBZaQnWZoxhZtQQ6bSczIXRwBIDAYTyCU1pJUmjj68BuXkwhEkcvr1kt9pmmFTn7-MA1d7rXS90SZxlNyk5C11ZRQXBW6hyphenhyphenZXtWdVA5CbeChUqiCQVsXBZrBUWMaKM/s1600/bald-eagle-in-flight_895.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxE1s3xU3WjjzmhhBZaQnWZoxhZtQQ6bSczIXRwBIDAYTyCU1pJUmjj68BuXkwhEkcvr1kt9pmmFTn7-MA1d7rXS90SZxlNyk5C11ZRQXBW6hyphenhyphenZXtWdVA5CbeChUqiCQVsXBZrBUWMaKM/s200/bald-eagle-in-flight_895.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405400085634956226&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGSGpUTapbDGUBW5EbSmKpsTFdWPkLeb93nDRGyhA6zqWH-hCPvfQn1iq5Z3C4OOHlAoLigJDFM2AyNEpEJaOqVd4iCZWliScryudcqCgL4OfntIbxr2ck22vhkBlic6gRZp4DECf8lM/s1600/PrairieChicken1_l.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGSGpUTapbDGUBW5EbSmKpsTFdWPkLeb93nDRGyhA6zqWH-hCPvfQn1iq5Z3C4OOHlAoLigJDFM2AyNEpEJaOqVd4iCZWliScryudcqCgL4OfntIbxr2ck22vhkBlic6gRZp4DECf8lM/s200/PrairieChicken1_l.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405399920649348722&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 133px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;An eagle&#39;s egg was placed in the nest of a prairie chicken. The egg hatched and the little eagle grew up thinking it was a prairie chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The eagle did what the prairie chickens did. It scratched in the dirt for seeds. It clucked and cackled. It never flew more than a few feet because that is what the prairie chickens did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;One day he saw an eagle flying gracefully and majestically in the open sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;He asked the prairie chickens: &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;What is that beautiful bird?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The chickens replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;That is an eagle. He is an outstanding bird, but you cannot fly like him because you are just a prairie chicken&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;So the eagle never gave it a second thought, believing that to be the truth. He lived the life of and died a prairie chicken, depriving himself of his heritage because of his lack of vision. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;What a waste! He was born to win, but conditioned to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t let negative people drag you down. Remember that a person&#39;s character is not only judged by the company they keep but also by the company they avoid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/11/negative-influences.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxE1s3xU3WjjzmhhBZaQnWZoxhZtQQ6bSczIXRwBIDAYTyCU1pJUmjj68BuXkwhEkcvr1kt9pmmFTn7-MA1d7rXS90SZxlNyk5C11ZRQXBW6hyphenhyphenZXtWdVA5CbeChUqiCQVsXBZrBUWMaKM/s72-c/bald-eagle-in-flight_895.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-3139669239379027407</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 10:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T13:54:14.410-08:00</atom:updated><title>WHAT DO YOU WISH FOR?</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-tf_2wJPc71yhJGy4l_kwI29JtK-bAMXN7lvjt1Kw8peN9isAESobOztBAr62colNS_wS6-bGl7YmX5e2ODU2dqDDk4w8nKYF6yAzzXgt-MhrimhGEFIHMoXyx2ulq6JbEogZyIL4zU/s1600/BMW_Z4_2010_02.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-tf_2wJPc71yhJGy4l_kwI29JtK-bAMXN7lvjt1Kw8peN9isAESobOztBAr62colNS_wS6-bGl7YmX5e2ODU2dqDDk4w8nKYF6yAzzXgt-MhrimhGEFIHMoXyx2ulq6JbEogZyIL4zU/s200/BMW_Z4_2010_02.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405392677580072162&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;A man was washing his new car when his neighbor asked him, &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;When did you get the car?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;He replied &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;My brother gave it to me&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The neighbor said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;I wish I had a car like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The man replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;You should wish to have a brother like that&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The neighbor&#39;s wife was listening to the conversation and she interrupted, &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I was a brother like that&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;What a positive way to think!&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-you-wish-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-tf_2wJPc71yhJGy4l_kwI29JtK-bAMXN7lvjt1Kw8peN9isAESobOztBAr62colNS_wS6-bGl7YmX5e2ODU2dqDDk4w8nKYF6yAzzXgt-MhrimhGEFIHMoXyx2ulq6JbEogZyIL4zU/s72-c/BMW_Z4_2010_02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-2113367263351993125</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 06:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T13:56:21.293-08:00</atom:updated><title>SHARPEN YOUR AXE</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvDSRAB8SFvhyqrv1dh0ECqbRqyU4cz5sKXAgHqvrpWh9ZC91UY7XuGBPtL0zLGQRD3h9y8ylelu0JZD1KGVOU2hjXO4twS4BwuHngwXIAyNML_lEWG1-2dH0T9q_ZqiTfxK-h61aMtUk/s1600/axe.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvDSRAB8SFvhyqrv1dh0ECqbRqyU4cz5sKXAgHqvrpWh9ZC91UY7XuGBPtL0zLGQRD3h9y8ylelu0JZD1KGVOU2hjXO4twS4BwuHngwXIAyNML_lEWG1-2dH0T9q_ZqiTfxK-h61aMtUk/s320/axe.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405340009732961586&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 161px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 251px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;John, a woodcutter, worked for a company for five years but never got a raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The company hired Bill and within a year he got a raise. Then John resented Bill&#39;s getting a raise after only a year and went to his boss to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boss said, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;You are still cutting the same number of trees you were cutting five years ago. We are a result-oriented company and would be happy to give you a raise if your productivity goes up&lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;John went back, started hitting harder and putting in longer hours but he still wasn&#39;t able to cut more trees. He went back to his boss and told him his dilemma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The boss told him to go talk to Bill. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Maybe there&#39;s something Bill knows that you and I don&#39;t&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;John asked Bill how he managed to cut more trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bill answered, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;After every tree I cut, I take a break for two minutes and sharpen my axe. When was the last time you sharpen your axe?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;When was the last time you sharpened your axe? Past glory and education don&#39;t count for much. We have to continuously sharpen the axe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/11/sharpen-your-axe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvDSRAB8SFvhyqrv1dh0ECqbRqyU4cz5sKXAgHqvrpWh9ZC91UY7XuGBPtL0zLGQRD3h9y8ylelu0JZD1KGVOU2hjXO4twS4BwuHngwXIAyNML_lEWG1-2dH0T9q_ZqiTfxK-h61aMtUk/s72-c/axe.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-8109954834169533189</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T13:59:29.605-08:00</atom:updated><title>BROAD BASED EDUCATION?</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZAvRITPPNomUL9u7TnLhy0nX6w9RnZkH8MXugX3DvSvBkv4lzxmpi5adPGul56cN-IQn7UCdCyr8pLTI2E3AHh1Faod1WIGys9Ip3mZaRzevj0bfOKnRzxNZbzYZ-LOfTvQc7VQYhAY/s1600/Animals-And-Birds-In-A-Forest-Landscape.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZAvRITPPNomUL9u7TnLhy0nX6w9RnZkH8MXugX3DvSvBkv4lzxmpi5adPGul56cN-IQn7UCdCyr8pLTI2E3AHh1Faod1WIGys9Ip3mZaRzevj0bfOKnRzxNZbzYZ-LOfTvQc7VQYhAY/s200/Animals-And-Birds-In-A-Forest-Landscape.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405448963340651682&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 153px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Some animals in a forest decided to start a school. The students included a bird, a squirrel, a fish, a dog, a rabbit and a mentally retarded eel. A board was formed to  determine the curriculum and  it was decided that flying, tree climbing, swimming, and burrowing would give a broad-based education. All animals were required to take all subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;  The bird was excellent at flying and was getting A&#39;s but when it came to burrowing, it kept breaking it&#39;s wings and beak and started failing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Pretty soon, it started making C&#39;s in flying and, of course, in tree climbing and swimming it was getting F&#39;S.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The squirrel was great at tree climbing, but was failing in swimming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The fish was the best swimmer but couldn&#39;t get out of the water and thus got F&#39;s in everything else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The dog didn&#39;t join the school, stopped paying taxes, and kept fighting with the administration to include barking as part of the curriculum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The rabbit got A&#39;s in burrowing but three climbing was a real problem. It kept falling and landing on it&#39;s head, suffered brain damage, and soon couldn&#39;t even burrow properly and got C&#39;s in that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; The mentally retarded eel, who did everything half as well, became the valedictorian of the class. The board was happy because everybody was getting a &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;broad-based&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;LESSON: A true broad-based education prepares students for life without losing their areas of specialization and competence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/11/broad-based-education.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZAvRITPPNomUL9u7TnLhy0nX6w9RnZkH8MXugX3DvSvBkv4lzxmpi5adPGul56cN-IQn7UCdCyr8pLTI2E3AHh1Faod1WIGys9Ip3mZaRzevj0bfOKnRzxNZbzYZ-LOfTvQc7VQYhAY/s72-c/Animals-And-Birds-In-A-Forest-Landscape.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-4450231525007857042</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T14:07:30.352-08:00</atom:updated><title>SELECTIVE LISTENING</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
There was a medical doctor who was invited as a guest speaker to address a group of alcoholics. He wanted to make a demonstration that would be powerful enough to make people realize that alcohol was injurious to their health.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;He had two containers, one with pure distilled water, and one with pure alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;
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He put an earthworm into the distilled water and it swam beautifully and came up to the top. He put another earthworm into the alcohol and it disintegrated in front of everyone&#39;s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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He wanted prove that this was what alcohol did to the insides of our body.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;He asked the group what the moral of the story was and one person from behind said, &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;If you drink alcohol you won&#39;t have worms in your stomach.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; Was this the message? Of course not. This is a perfect example of selective listening.&lt;br /&gt;
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People always like to see what they want to see, and to hear what they want to hear.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://wisdomlessons.blogspot.com/2009/11/selective-listening.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927559243529129.post-7825716827480430104</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 01:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T14:12:04.495-08:00</atom:updated><title>THE UNUSUAL DOG</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4Jq6WMMpbCCiEwF4XhseV7JeULEq0g-Tf2hStHThScjZPLcU2OgxJYlxcOTZ1Chjiq86sBgqfh1cW2TQ92Xy2LzUhjhviWeJzj1wfB-OqU4WgXotGTzk732AeLzwdwCFUJdyEAZUAqA/s1600/germanshepherd_fernandez.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4Jq6WMMpbCCiEwF4XhseV7JeULEq0g-Tf2hStHThScjZPLcU2OgxJYlxcOTZ1Chjiq86sBgqfh1cW2TQ92Xy2LzUhjhviWeJzj1wfB-OqU4WgXotGTzk732AeLzwdwCFUJdyEAZUAqA/s200/germanshepherd_fernandez.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405444083968263346&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;There was a hunter who bought an amazing bird dog. This one-of-a-kind dog could walk on water. The hunter was looking forward to showing off his new acquisition to his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;He invited a friend to go duck hunting. After sometime, they shot a few ducks and the man ordered his dog to fetch the birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;All day long, whenever there were birds to be fetched, the dog ran on water to retrieve the birds. The owner was expecting his friend to comment or compliment him about this amazing dog, but never got one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;As they were returning home, he asked his friend if he had noticed anything unusual about his dog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The friend replied, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Yes, in fact, I did notice something unusual. Your dog can&#39;t swim&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Some people cannot help but look at the negative sides to every thing and every situation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andrew Carnegie&lt;/i&gt; came to America from Scotland as a young boy. He started out by doing odd jobs and ended up as one of the largest steel manufacturers in the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;At one time, he had 43 millionaires working for him. A million dollars is a lot of money today, but in the 1920&#39;s it was worth much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Someone once asked Mr Carnegie how he dealt with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Andrew Carnegie replied, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Dealing with people is a lot like digging for gold: When you go digging for an ounce of gold you have to move tons of dirt. But when you digging, you don&#39;t go looking for the dirt, you go looking for gold&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Andrew Carnegie&#39;s reply has a very important message. Though sometimes it may not be apparent there is something positive in every person and every situation. We have to dig deep to look for the positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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