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My Skills To Another

 

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My skills to another

“When I was thirteen years old, I became very interested in shopping and making purchases from eBay. I would do all the browsing around and then when there was something I found that I wanted, I would ask for the help of my Dad to place bids and make purchases. After a while being just a buyer wasn’t doing it for me anymore, I wanted to sell. I had many things around the house from my childhood I no longer needed and knew with the help of my father we could make money. So for months and months I went on a selling spree on my Dads account. But soon I realized I wanted full control of my own account and wanted to become more and more serious. So on December 9th, 2012, I had made my own account and was ready to start my business. I looked at it this way; it was a full time job of something I loved to do and could set my own hours (A win-win situation for me). Things were going great and I decided just selling things around the house wasn’t making me the kind of money that I wanted to make, so I decided to turn my business into a resale shop. I went around to garage sales and bought items for low prices and sold them for much higher prices. I drove myself around and bought items like: printers, crystal, ink cartridges, and other electronic devices. Anything that could make me from a 200-1,500% of what I bought my item for. Last November, I went to a garage sale that was a little bit different. The owner was a single lady who you could just tell was struggling. She had many nice items that I knew would sell quickly. I went up to her and started a conversation with her and she was in a dire economic state and jobless as were many in Michigan at this time. My mother (who works for a staffing agency) came home many times explaining how difficult jobs were to come by at this time. I decided to give her my card and explain that I could sell any of her garage sale left overs for her to help her out. She gave me a blank stare for a moment and then broke down into tears. She explained how I must have been sent from God and that I was her savior. So I took a bunch of her stuff and over the next 2 months had made her over $1,500! She was so grateful for all of my help but was still left without a job. I was able to get her name and resume to my mother where she ultimately was able to get a job and get back on her feet again. I think that it was fate that I was able to meet this woman. I have never felt so happy to help someone in my life. I felt as if I had made a difference in this big world and that my skills could be used to help someone who really needed it. With some faith anything can be made possible and making a difference can be rewarding.”

My Skills To Another, www.inspire.com.

Just A Few Drops

 

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Just A Few Drops

Author Unknown

“It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through. Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn’t see some rain soon… we would lose everything.

It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn’t walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort…trying to be as still as possible.

Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches, thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour. He would walk carefully to the woods, run back to the house. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen…as he was obviously doing important work and didn’t need his Mommy checking up on him).

He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them…maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site. Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him…he didn’t even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn laying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy’s hand.

When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house, to a spigot that we had shut off the water to. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift “cup,” as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me. The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn’t ask me to help him.

It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His little eyes just filled with tears. “I’m not wasting,” was all he said.

As he began his walk, I joined him…with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job.

I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly joined by other drops…and more drops…and more. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.

Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. That miracles don’t really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can’t argue with that…I’m not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm…just like the actions of one little boy saved another.

I don’t know if anyone will read this…but I had to send it…. To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon…. but not before showing me the true face of God, in a little sunburned body.”(Just a few drops, by: Unknown Author).

A Story of Appreciation

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A Story of Appreciation

 (Stories of Faith,Hope,Joy,Love, and Friendship, A Story of Appreciation.)
A young academically excellent person applied for a managerial position in a big company.

He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth’s academic achievements were excellent all the way, from  secondary school until the postgraduate research,
never did he have a year when he did not score highest marks.

The director asked,
“Did you obtain any scholarships in school?”
The youth answered “none”.

The director asked,
” Was it your father who paid  your school fees?”
The youth answered,
“My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid all my school fees.

The director asked,
” Where did your mother work?”
The youth answered,
“My mother works as a washer of clothes.
The director requested the youth to show his hands.
The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked,
” Have you ever helped your mother wash clothes?”
The youth answered,
“Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books.
Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.”

The director said,
“I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother’s hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.”

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to her son.

The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly. His tears fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many cuts and bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed other people’s clothes everyday which had enabled him to pay his school fees. The bruises in his mother’s hands was the price that the mother was paying for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After cleaning his mother’s hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth’s eyes, asked:
” Please tell me what you did and what you learned yesterday?”

The youth answered,
” I cleaned my mother’s hand, and also washed all the remaining clothes”

The Director asked,
” please tell me what you felt.”

The youth said,

Number 1,
I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not be the successful me today.

Number 2,
by working together and helping my mother, I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.

Number 3,
I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationships.

The director said,
” This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.”

Later on, this young person worked very hard and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company’s performance improved tremendously.

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A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wants, will develop the “entitlement mentality” and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent’s efforts.

When he starts work, he would assume that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others.

This kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not find achievement.

He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying our  kids instead?

You can let your kids live in a big house, give them a Driver & Car for going around, Eat  Good Meals, learn to play the Piano, Watch a Big Screen TV. But when you are Cutting Grass or cleaning the car or working, please let them experience it. After a Meal, let them Wash their Plates and Bowls together with their Brothers and Sisters. Tell them to Travel in Public Bus, It is not because you do not have Money for Car or to Hire a Maid, but it is because you want to LOVE them in the right way.

You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair too will Grow Grey, same as the Mother of that young person. The most important thing is that your kids learn how to appreciate the efforts of their parents and others and experience the difficulty that goes into giving them every luxury and learn the ability to work with others to get things done.

 (Stories of Faith,Hope,Joy,Love, and Friendship, A Story of Appreciation.)