The Emperor's Seed
By: Author Unknown
Once there was an emperor in the Far East who was growing
old and knew it was coming time to choose his successor.
Instead of choosing one of his assistants, or one of his own
children, he decided to do something different.
He called all the young people in the kingdom together one
day. He said, "It has come time for me to step down and to
choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of
you." The kids were shocked! But the emperor continued. "I
am going to give each one of you a seed today. One seed. It
is a very special seed. I want you to go home, plant the
seed, water it and come back here one year from today with
what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge
the plants that you bring to me, and the one I choose will
be the next emperor of the kingdom!"
There was one boy named Ling who was there that day and he,
like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly
told his mother the whole story. She helped him get a pot
and some planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered
it carefully. Every day he would water it and watch to see
if it had grown.
After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to
talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to
grow. Ling kept going home and checking his seed, but
nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went
by. Still nothing.
By now others were talking about their plants but Ling
didn't have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months
went by, still nothing in Ling's pot. He just knew he had
killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants,
but he had nothing. Ling didn't say anything to his friends,
however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.
A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom
brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling
told his mother that he wasn't going to take an empty pot.
But she encouraged him to go, and to take his pot, and to be
honest about what happened. Ling felt sick to his stomach,
but he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to
the palace.
When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants
grown by all the other youths. They were beautiful, in all
shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and
many of the other kinds laughed at him. A few felt sorry for
him and just said, "Hey nice try."
When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted
the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. "My,
what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said
the emperor. "Today, one of you will be appointed the next
emperor!"
All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the
room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him
to the front. Ling was terrified. "The emperor knows I'm a
failure! Maybe he will have me killed!"
When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name.
"My name is Ling," he replied. All the kids were laughing
and making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet
down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd,
"Behold your new emperor! His name is Ling!" Ling couldn't
believe it. Ling couldn't even grow his seed. How could he
be the new emperor?
Then the emperor said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone
here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water
it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled
seeds which would not grow. All of you, except Ling, have
brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that
the seed would not grown, you substituted another seed for
the one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the courage
and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore,
he is the one who will be the new emperor!"
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
"Why Is It That We Often Wind Up Regretting The Past? -A Great Lesson In Faith"
Magic Pebbles
By: John Wayne Schlatter
One night a group of nomads were preparing to retire for the
evening, when suddenly they were surrounded by a great light.
They knew they were in the presence of a celestial being.
With great anticipation, they awaited a heavenly message of
great importance that they knew must be especially for them.
Finally, the voice spoke.
"Gather as many pebbles as you can. Put them in your saddle
bags. Travel a day's journey. Tomorrow night you will be
both glad and sad."
Afterwards, the nomads shared their disappointment and anger
with each other. They had expected the revelation of a great
universal truth that would enable them to create wealth,
health and purpose for the world. But instead they were
given a menial task that made no sense to them at all.
However, the memory of the brilliance of their visitor
caused each one to pick up a few pebbles and deposit them in
their saddle bags while voicing their displeasure.
They traveled a day's journey. That night, while making
camp, they reached into their saddle bags and discovered
that the pebbles they had gathered the night before had
turned into beautiful and brilliant diamonds!
Indeed, they were both glad and sad, just as the voice had
promised.
They were glad they now had beautiful and valuable
diamonds. They were sad they had not gathered more pebbles
when they had the opportunity.
And the moral here is, take what you can every day and be as
hardworking and positive about it all. You never know where
or when you will reap the benefits, or how great those
benefits will be. Don't regret not taking more later down
the road
By: John Wayne Schlatter
One night a group of nomads were preparing to retire for the
evening, when suddenly they were surrounded by a great light.
They knew they were in the presence of a celestial being.
With great anticipation, they awaited a heavenly message of
great importance that they knew must be especially for them.
Finally, the voice spoke.
"Gather as many pebbles as you can. Put them in your saddle
bags. Travel a day's journey. Tomorrow night you will be
both glad and sad."
Afterwards, the nomads shared their disappointment and anger
with each other. They had expected the revelation of a great
universal truth that would enable them to create wealth,
health and purpose for the world. But instead they were
given a menial task that made no sense to them at all.
However, the memory of the brilliance of their visitor
caused each one to pick up a few pebbles and deposit them in
their saddle bags while voicing their displeasure.
They traveled a day's journey. That night, while making
camp, they reached into their saddle bags and discovered
that the pebbles they had gathered the night before had
turned into beautiful and brilliant diamonds!
Indeed, they were both glad and sad, just as the voice had
promised.
They were glad they now had beautiful and valuable
diamonds. They were sad they had not gathered more pebbles
when they had the opportunity.
And the moral here is, take what you can every day and be as
hardworking and positive about it all. You never know where
or when you will reap the benefits, or how great those
benefits will be. Don't regret not taking more later down
the road
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
"Do You See A Silver Lining In Evry Rain Cloud?"
Positive Approach
By: Author Unknown
A little girl walked daily to and from school. Though the
weather that morning was questionable and clouds were
forming, she made her daily trip to school. As the afternoon
progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and
lightning.
The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her
daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school,
and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm
her child.
Following the roar of thunder, lightning, through the sky
and full of concern, the mother quickly got in her car and
drove along the route to her child's school.
As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along, but at
each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up and
smile. Another and another were to follow quickly, each with
the little girl stopping, looking up and smiling.
Finally, the mother called over to her child and asked,
"What are you doing?"
The child answered, smiling, "God just keeps taking pictures
of me."
By: Author Unknown
A little girl walked daily to and from school. Though the
weather that morning was questionable and clouds were
forming, she made her daily trip to school. As the afternoon
progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and
lightning.
The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her
daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school,
and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm
her child.
Following the roar of thunder, lightning, through the sky
and full of concern, the mother quickly got in her car and
drove along the route to her child's school.
As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along, but at
each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up and
smile. Another and another were to follow quickly, each with
the little girl stopping, looking up and smiling.
Finally, the mother called over to her child and asked,
"What are you doing?"
The child answered, smiling, "God just keeps taking pictures
of me."
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Friday, March 27, 2009
"What Pictures Are In Your Mind?"
Cheering Me On
By: Author Unknown
I close my eyes as tight as they can go. The lights go off,
and my imagination switches on. Pictures flash through my
mind like an old film from the fifties. I remember driving
home by myself for the first time. Now, I look into the
future and imagine that I am walking across the stage to
receive my college diploma. The years pass, and I hear my
fiancée say "I do." I look further and listen to the gentle
gurgles coming from my baby's nursery. A smile discreetly
appears as memories past and thoughts of the future travel
through my soul. I journey to memories of my high school
graduation, and a tear suddenly trickles down my cheek. I
look into the bleachers packed with families and friends. I
see my parents wrapped in pride, and I look to their side
for Katie and Kevin's approval. But Katie, my older sister,
is not there.
My eyes abruptly open as I am snapped back into reality. I
remember being called out of Spanish class in tenth grade
and taken to the hospital to see Katie, who had cancer, for
the final time. It was an excruciating task, but I found the
good in Katie's tragic death. Katie's room is exactly the
way she left it on a Friday night in September, 1993, when
she was carried to the ambulance on a stretcher. Her James
Dean poster hangs on one wall; her elementary school track
ribbons and collection of porcelain masks hangs on the
others. Her bed is neatly made and lined with stuffed
animals -- typical of a girl who would visit her sloppier
friends and, without prompting, start vacuuming their rooms.
Katie died just a few weeks into her freshman year. At
eighteen she was 5'5'' tall and had straight shoulder length
blond hair, big blue eyes, and pale clear skin. Her senior
year in high school, Katie was the varsity cheerleader
captain and valedictorian. More importantly, though, she was
my best friend. After all, when she was six years old, she
had declared herself old enough to take care of her little
sister and brand new baby brother, because she thought our
mother was not sharing us enough with her. This caring
attitude continued throughout her life. Katie would always
braid my hair, go shopping with me, and let me go out with
her and her friends when I was lonely and bored. Katie would
always tutor Kevin, who has a learning disability, when he
needed help with his homework. She would continually drill
him on his studies until he got it right. Afterwards, she
would take him to go get ice cream as a reward.
Clearly, Katie was not just our older sister. She was also
our teacher, friend, and second mother. Katie always
surrounded herself with friends. She was constantly opening
her ears, heart, and arms to someone in need. The phone was
constantly ringing and her room was always crowded with
people in it. Now, my house is silent. I realize that
getting caught in a pool of depression only leads to
drowning. I live by looking for the positive in the worst
situations. I now have a relationship with my parents and
brother that means everything to me. I know what is
important in life, and it is not always partying and getting
A's. But most of all, I know that I can handle anything.
Life is not easy, but I overcame one of its toughest
obstacles. I believe, the hardest part of death is the
experiences it steals. Katie will not be clapping for me
when I finally get my college diploma or giving me advice on
my wedding day. My children will only hear stories of the
girlhood of their aunt, both stories of reality and an
imagined future.
I close my eyes as tight as they can go. A diploma is
placed in my hand. "I do" echoes from a distance. Katie says
she loves me and hugs me tight on a September afternoon in
1993. Just before I cross my high school auditorium stage, I
look out at the spectators in the bleachers, and I see
mother and father and Kevin. Katie is sitting right beside
them, cheering me on.
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By: Author Unknown
I close my eyes as tight as they can go. The lights go off,
and my imagination switches on. Pictures flash through my
mind like an old film from the fifties. I remember driving
home by myself for the first time. Now, I look into the
future and imagine that I am walking across the stage to
receive my college diploma. The years pass, and I hear my
fiancée say "I do." I look further and listen to the gentle
gurgles coming from my baby's nursery. A smile discreetly
appears as memories past and thoughts of the future travel
through my soul. I journey to memories of my high school
graduation, and a tear suddenly trickles down my cheek. I
look into the bleachers packed with families and friends. I
see my parents wrapped in pride, and I look to their side
for Katie and Kevin's approval. But Katie, my older sister,
is not there.
My eyes abruptly open as I am snapped back into reality. I
remember being called out of Spanish class in tenth grade
and taken to the hospital to see Katie, who had cancer, for
the final time. It was an excruciating task, but I found the
good in Katie's tragic death. Katie's room is exactly the
way she left it on a Friday night in September, 1993, when
she was carried to the ambulance on a stretcher. Her James
Dean poster hangs on one wall; her elementary school track
ribbons and collection of porcelain masks hangs on the
others. Her bed is neatly made and lined with stuffed
animals -- typical of a girl who would visit her sloppier
friends and, without prompting, start vacuuming their rooms.
Katie died just a few weeks into her freshman year. At
eighteen she was 5'5'' tall and had straight shoulder length
blond hair, big blue eyes, and pale clear skin. Her senior
year in high school, Katie was the varsity cheerleader
captain and valedictorian. More importantly, though, she was
my best friend. After all, when she was six years old, she
had declared herself old enough to take care of her little
sister and brand new baby brother, because she thought our
mother was not sharing us enough with her. This caring
attitude continued throughout her life. Katie would always
braid my hair, go shopping with me, and let me go out with
her and her friends when I was lonely and bored. Katie would
always tutor Kevin, who has a learning disability, when he
needed help with his homework. She would continually drill
him on his studies until he got it right. Afterwards, she
would take him to go get ice cream as a reward.
Clearly, Katie was not just our older sister. She was also
our teacher, friend, and second mother. Katie always
surrounded herself with friends. She was constantly opening
her ears, heart, and arms to someone in need. The phone was
constantly ringing and her room was always crowded with
people in it. Now, my house is silent. I realize that
getting caught in a pool of depression only leads to
drowning. I live by looking for the positive in the worst
situations. I now have a relationship with my parents and
brother that means everything to me. I know what is
important in life, and it is not always partying and getting
A's. But most of all, I know that I can handle anything.
Life is not easy, but I overcame one of its toughest
obstacles. I believe, the hardest part of death is the
experiences it steals. Katie will not be clapping for me
when I finally get my college diploma or giving me advice on
my wedding day. My children will only hear stories of the
girlhood of their aunt, both stories of reality and an
imagined future.
I close my eyes as tight as they can go. A diploma is
placed in my hand. "I do" echoes from a distance. Katie says
she loves me and hugs me tight on a September afternoon in
1993. Just before I cross my high school auditorium stage, I
look out at the spectators in the bleachers, and I see
mother and father and Kevin. Katie is sitting right beside
them, cheering me on.
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Friday, March 13, 2009
"Did You Know Everything Happens To You For A Reason And You Should Be Thankful"
This Is Good
By: Author Unknown
An old story is told of a king in Africa who had a close
friend with whom he grew up. The friend had a habit of
looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life
(positive or negative) and remarking, "This is good!" One
day the king and his friend were out on a hunting
expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for
the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in
preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his
friend, the king fired it and his thumb was blown off.
Examining the situation the friend remarked as usual, "This
is good!"
To which the king replied, "No, this is NOT good!" and
proceeded to send his friend to jail.
About a year later, the king was hunting in an area that he
should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured him
and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked
some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake. As
they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that
the king was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they
never ate anyone that was less than whole. So untying the
king, they sent him on his way. As he returned home, he was
reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt
remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately
to the jail to speak with his friend.
"You were right," he said, "it was good that my thumb was
blown off." And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had
just happened. "And so I am very sorry for sending you to
jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this."
"No," his friend replied, "This is good!"
"What do you mean,'This is good'? How could it be good that
I sent my friend to jail for a year?"
"If I had NOT been in jail, I would have been with you."
By: Author Unknown
An old story is told of a king in Africa who had a close
friend with whom he grew up. The friend had a habit of
looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life
(positive or negative) and remarking, "This is good!" One
day the king and his friend were out on a hunting
expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for
the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in
preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his
friend, the king fired it and his thumb was blown off.
Examining the situation the friend remarked as usual, "This
is good!"
To which the king replied, "No, this is NOT good!" and
proceeded to send his friend to jail.
About a year later, the king was hunting in an area that he
should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured him
and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked
some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake. As
they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that
the king was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they
never ate anyone that was less than whole. So untying the
king, they sent him on his way. As he returned home, he was
reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt
remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately
to the jail to speak with his friend.
"You were right," he said, "it was good that my thumb was
blown off." And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had
just happened. "And so I am very sorry for sending you to
jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this."
"No," his friend replied, "This is good!"
"What do you mean,'This is good'? How could it be good that
I sent my friend to jail for a year?"
"If I had NOT been in jail, I would have been with you."
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