Friday, August 3, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
The Class Photo
The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.
“Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, ‘There’s Jennifer, she’s a lawyer,’ or ‘That’s Michael, he’s a doctor.’
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, “And there’s the teacher, she’s dead.”
Those things we have called our weaknesses, once overcome, now become our strength. Weakness is the birthplace of strength.
Our world is like a giant classroom where we are all required to take classes. Some we get to choose. When the choice is ours we take all the easy classes, the one that give us the most pleasure
The tongue, one of the smallest members of the body, has such great capacity for its size. With a few words it can exalt or debase.
Observation tells us that we live in a well-ordered universe. Each day the
sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Its rays give light and warmth to all the creatures of this earth. At the end of the day, night arrives. This twenty-four hour cycle never ceases. One season follows another. Spring is always followed by summer; summer is always followed by autumn, etc. This course is unchangeable.
When you've concluded life is finite, the thought of loosing it won't scare you anymore. The end comes no matter what, the only thing that matters is how do you want to go out, on your kneels or on your feet
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