Experiment

Sitting in Starbucks seeing if I can post to my blog on my phone.

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Letting Go of the Rope

Eleven people were hanging on a rope under a helicopter, ten men and one woman. The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided that one has to drop off. Otherwise they are all going to fall. They weren't able to choose that person, but then the woman made a very touching speech.

She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope, because as a woman she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids, and for men in general, without ever getting anything in return.

As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping.……..

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Holes in the Fence

There once was a little girl who had a bad temper. Her mother gave her a bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper, she must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day, the little girl had driven 37 nails into the fence.

Over the next few weeks, as she learned to control her anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. She discovered it was easier to hold her temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the girl didn’t lose her temper at all. She told her mother about it and the mother suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day that she was able to hold her temper. The days passed and the young girl was finally able to tell her mother that all the nails were gone. The mother took her daughter by the hand and led her to the fence.

She said, “You have done well, my daughter, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a person and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say “I’m sorry”, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is a bad as a physical one.”

(Author Unknown)

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Checking the Rear View Mirror

Several years ago, I was rear-ended as I waited to turn left into our home street. There were no cars behind me when I stopped, but checking in my rear view mirror, I could see one coming several blocks back. That car never even slowed down. Now, I have trouble sitting on a street, waiting to turn left. I am checking my rear view mirror as much as I am watching the traffic going the other way, looking for a break to get through.

Sometimes life is like that. We’ve been hurt in the past, so we spend as much time looking at the past as we do looking to the future. The chances of another car deciding to just run into me from the rear are rather slim (I’m counting on that). And if we learn from past hurts and don’t allow ourselves to get in those situations, the chances are slim we will be hurt like that again. The future stretches out before us.

Are you living life looking in your rear view mirror?

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