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Subject: lds-yw-digest V1 #135
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lds-yw-digest Wednesday, June 17 1998 Volume 01 : Number 135
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Date: Tue, 16 Jun 1998 21:21:32 -0700
From: Dave Oehler <daveo@nmia.com>
Subject: Re: (lds-yw) Prayer stories, thoughts, etc. needed
Prayer
Remember when you Pray to God
answers are but three
"Yes' or "no" or wait awhile
Whichever it may be
.If right away you get your wish
you'll know that God said "Yes"
As he so kindly favors you
with special happiness
If he rejects a certain dream
that you would have come true
He is denying something
that would no be good for you
These answers are quite obvious
As you may weep or smile
But now & then God may ask
That you "Wait, just a little while"
So when it seems that you
Receive no answer right away
Be patient and have faith in God
At least for one more day
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Date: Tue, 16 Jun 1998 21:22:27 -0700
From: Dave Oehler <daveo@nmia.com>
Subject: Re: (lds-yw) Prayer stories, thoughts, etc. needed
Gems from the Teachings of the Prophets
Heber J. Grant on Personal and Family Prayer
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I am convinced that one of the greatest and one of the best things in
all the world to keep a man true and faithful in the gospel of the Lord
Jesus Christ, is to supplicate God secretly iu the name of Jesus Christ,
for the guidance of His Holy Spirit. I am convinced that one of the
greatest things that can come into any home to cause the boys and girls
in that home to grow up in a love of God, and in a love of the gospel of
Jesus Christ, is to have family prayer, not for the father of the family
alone to pray, but for the mother and for the children to do so also,
that they may partake of the spirit of prayer, and be in harmony, be in
tune, to have the radio, so to speak, in communication with the Spirit
of the Lord.
I believe that there are very few that go astray, that very few lose
their faith, who have once had a knowledge of the gospel, and who never
neglect their prayers in their families, and their secret supplications
to God.
(_Conference Report_, October 1923, p.8; see also_ Gospel Standards_, p.
26)
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Date: Tue, 16 Jun 1998 21:23:51 -0700
From: Dave Oehler <daveo@nmia.com>
Subject: Re: (lds-yw) Prayer stories, thoughts, etc. needed
HUGH B. BROWN: FATHER, ARE YOU THERE?
[Elder Hugh B. Brown told this story many times during his Church
sermons.
This version was given to a Primary conference in 1962:]
May I tell a little story? More than half a century ago, I was standing
on a little railway station platform in Cardston, Canada. I was leaving
for England on a mission. My saintly mother stood there with me and held
my hand. This is what she said. "Hugh, my son, do you remember when
you were a little boy you often had bad dreams, nightmares, and you
called out to me as I was sleeping in the next room: 'Mother, Mother,
are you there?' Do you remember I always said, 'Yes, my son, I'm here.
Just turn over and go to sleep. Everything is all right.'" She said,
"My boy, five thousand miles must now separate us, across a continent
and an ocean. You are not going to have bad dreams only at night, but
many times, in the daytime, you are going to want to call for help and
comfort. Son, when you are beset with difficulties, when you meet
temptation, when you are confused and don't know where to go, call out
and say, 'Father, are you there?'" She said, "My boy, I promise you He
will always answer and you need not fear."
My dear sisters, through the intervening years, countless occasions have
arisen where men could not help me much, when I felt alone, where I had
a nightmare with my eyes wide open. I have taken the advice of my
mother and have said, "Father, are you there?" Now He has not spoken to
me audibly; He has not appeared to me personally; but He has always
answered me. There has come into my heart a quiet peace which enabled
me to know that I could, figuratively, turn over and go to sleep.
(Hugh B. Brown, The Abundant Life, p. 203; see also Conference Report,
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Date: Tue, 16 Jun 1998 21:31:00 -0700
From: Dave Oehler <daveo@nmia.com>
Subject: Re: (lds-yw) Prayer stories, thoughts, etc. needed
* The Rock *
There is a story told about a man who was asleep one night in
his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light and the
Savior appeared. The Lord told him he had a work for him to
do,
and showed him a large rock, explaining that he was to push
against the rock with all his might. This the man did, and
for
many days he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulder set
squarely against the cold, massive surface of the rock,
pushing
with all his might. Each night the man returned to his cabin
sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent
in
vain.
Seeing that the man was showing signs of discouragement,
Satan
decided to enter the picture, placing thoughts in the man's
mind
such as, "Why kill yourself over this, you're never going to
move it," or, "Boy. You've been at it here for a long time
and
you haven't even scratched the surface," and so on, giving
the
man the impression that his task was impossible and that he
was
an unworthy and unprofitable servant because he wasn't moving
the massive stone.
These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man, and he
started to ease up in his efforts. "Why kill myself," he
thought. "I'll just put in my time, putting forth the
minimum,
and that will be good enough." And that he did, or at least
planned on doing until he decided to take his troubles to the
Lord.
"Lord," he said, "I have labored long and hard in thy
service,
putting forth all my strength to do that which you have asked
me. Yet after all this time I haven't even budged that rock
half
a millimeter! What is wrong? Why am I failing?"
To this the Lord responded compassionately, "My friend...
when
long ago I asked you to serve me and you accepted, I told you
to
push against that rock with all your strength, and that you
have
done. But never once did I mention unto you that I expected
you
to move it! At least not all by yourself. Your task was to
push.
And now you have come to me, your strength spent, thinking
that
you have failed and ready to quit. But is that really so?
Look
at yourself, your arms strong and muscled, your back sunned
and
brown, your hands are calloused from constant pressure, and
your
legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you
have
grown much and your ability now far surpasses that which you
used to have. Yet you still haven't succeeded in moving the
rock, and you come to me with a heavy heart and your strength
spent. I, my friend, will move the rock. Your calling was to
be
obedient and to push, and to exercise your faith and trust in
my
wisdom, and this you have done."
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Date: Tue, 16 Jun 1998 23:04:10 -0700
From: Steve and Brenda George <georgewa@whidbey.com>
Subject: Re: (lds-yw) Power of one
Do you have more information on the book," One is Often a Multitude?" I
am unable to locate it....
Thanks!
Brenda on Whidbey
DJHJOHN123@aol.com wrote:
>=20
> While I was looking through some books this afternoon, I found a great =
chapter
> that really pertained to the recent topic of "Power of One" -- so I tho=
ught
> I'd share... By the way, if you can find this book, I would HIGHLY rec=
ommend
> it. I've used it countless times!!
>=20
> One is Often a Multitude
>=20
> This is from Jack R. Christianson=92s book What=92s So Bad About Being =
Good?
>=20
> "What would happen to our world, our nation, our homes, if we were just
> patient, honest, and kind? What would transpire if we became honest ba=
nkers,
> business people, politicians, construction workers, teachers, actors,
> musicians, lawyers, and so on? Would the world be influenced? Perhaps=
we
> would become like the people of Enoch: "And the Lord called his people=
Zion,
> because they were of one heart and one mind, and dwelt in righteousness=
; and
> there was no poor among them" (Moses 7:18).
> I believe in the adage "One is often a multitude." I also love=
Gandhi=92s
> statement: "My life is my message."
> When we will understand that being good makes a difference, and=
that fame and
> fortune are not prerequisites to influencing people?
> Each Christmastime many of us enjoy watching the classic film "=
It=92s a
> Wonderful Live", starring Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed.
> Jimmy Stewart plays George Bailey. Donna Reed plays his faithf=
ul wife.
> George feels his life has been a failure because he never fulfilled his=
dream
> to become an architect and to travel the world. He simply lived his li=
fe out
> in the same town where he was born. And there he helped his friends an=
d loved
> ones fulfill their dreams.
> After losing the money to maintain his business, George feels h=
is life has
> been a waste, so he decides to end it by jumping off a bridge into a ri=
ver.
> He is saved by an angel named Clarence. Clarence tries to convince Geo=
rge
> that he really has had a "wonderful life". He shows him a vision of w=
hat
> would have happened if George Bailey had never lived. In the vision, G=
eorge=92s
> brother drowned at age four, because George wasn=92t there to save him.=
He
> would have never grown up to be a war hero. His wife never married but=
lived
> alone and unhappy. Their children were never born because George wasn=92=
t
> there. The pharmacist went to prison and became a drunk because George=
wasn=92t
> there to correct an accidental wrong prescription. Many townspeople ne=
ver
> purchased or built homes of their own because George wasn=92t there to =
loan them
> money through the savings and loan association. Finally, George recogn=
izes
> that his is a "wonderful life." His little good deeds have affected th=
e lives
> of many other good people.
> Like George, many of us feel our lives are not very important t=
o the entire
> scheme of things in this huge universe. The next time you begin to fee=
l like
> you make little difference, stop and consider all those whose lives wou=
ld be
> different if you did not exist as the unique individual you are."
>=20
> Bro. Christianson goes on to give a list he has of people, both=
modern and
> ancient, who have influenced his life greatly. Some became great and f=
amous,
> others have lived simple, almost unnoticeable lives. The common thread=
that
> binds them all together is that each was or is good. Each was just one=
good
> boy, girl, man, or woman. Here is his list. He went into considerable=
detail
> with each, but I=92ll just list the names:
> 1. Jesus Christ
> 2. Joseph Smith
> 3. Mary, the mother of Jesus
> 4. Lucy Mack Smith
> 5. Esther
> 6. Captain Moroni
> 7. Joseph of Egypt
> 8. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego
> 9. His Grandparents
> 10. His Parents
>=20
> His closing thought for the chapter:
> "By loving God and our fellowmen, not only will we destroy a lo=
t of
> wickedness in the world we live in, but we will influence for good many
> others, helping them to see that this is truly a "wonderful life."
>=20
>=20
>=20
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Date: Wed, 17 Jun 1998 08:47:16 -0600
From: Colleen_Bester@transalta.com
Subject: Re: (lds-yw) Banana Split Scripture chase???
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Colleen Bester@TRANSALTA
17/06/98 08:47 AM
Hi,
I didn't do this as an activity, but as an encouragement for the girls to
do their personal progress. I made a big chart, with a picture of a banana
split for each girl. Then, for 5 or so months, every time they completed a
goal, they coloured in part of the banana split. Then, at the end, we had
a banana split night, where you got to eat as much as you completed. My
picture was just a banana in a bowl, with 3 scoops of ice cream, each with
a topping. For their first goal, they colored in the banana, then the next
3 goals were the ice cream, and the last 3 were the toppings (so, if they
only did 4 goals, they only got bananas and ice cream).
So, maybe you can use the same thing for scripture chase? It really worked
well for the Personal Progress.
Colleen
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Subject: (lds-yw) Banana Split Scripture chase???
One of the YW leaders in my stake called and asked me if I could put out
a cry for help for her on the list. Has anyone ever played "Banana
Split Scripture Chase? I think the idea is that you receive different
parts of the Banana Split as you find scriptures. If anyone has ever
used this or something like it for an activity, how did it go and how
did you do it?
Thanks
Jeri
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Date: Wed, 17 Jun 1998 09:22:09 -0500
From: Ken and Michelle Duker <kmduker@lisco.net>
Subject: (lds-yw) Prayer, and stories
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Yayi and others who have shared the beautiful things on prayer, how did =
you know it was just what I needed, even though I wasn't the one who =
made the request? Thank you, thank you.
The person who needed the Three Trees story, I have found it in "24 =
Days Till Christmas" by Jeni Brinton Gochnour, which is available from =
DB for like $5. One of the best FHE investments I ever made. Kept us =
busy for all of December last year! I did this story as a finger puppet =
play for my little ones and a nonmember friend, and wow! The Spirit was =
really there. I will try to type it up and post it, if my little ones =
cooperate! Love, Michelle
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Date: Wed, 17 Jun 1998 09:45:39 -0500
From: Ken and Michelle Duker <kmduker@lisco.net>
Subject: (lds-yw) The Three Tall Trees
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The Three Tall Trees =20
A Folktale
Once upon a hill there stood three tall trees. Ever since they were =
young they had dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. =
Years had passed and the trees had grown strong and tall, and they =
often wondered what they would become now that they were grown. The =
first tall tree dreamed of being made into a fancy box that could hold a =
great treasure. The second tall tree dreamed of becoming a great ship =
that would sail the high seas and carry noble kings and queens. The =
third tall tree loved the hilltop that she had grown up on and dreamed =
of growing very old there. She never wanted to leave her beautiful =
home, for there she called always point to heaven.
One day a woodcutter came to the hilltop and cut down the first tall =
tree. The tree thrilled inside as he thought, " At last I will be made =
into a beautiful box to hold great treasure." The tree was made into a =
box, but it was not beautiful and would not hold great treasures-it was =
an animal feeding box called a manger. The first tall tree felt sad =
inside, but then the wind seemed to blow a whispering voice that said, =
"Wait, dear tree, and see."
Some time passed and the woodcutter came again to the hilltop and cut =
down the second tall tree. "Ah, now," the tree thought, "I shall be =
made into a great ship that will sail the open seas and carry kings and =
queens." The tree was taken to a shipyard but was not made into a great =
ship. Rather, it was made into a small fishing boat and set out on a =
lake to hold fishermen and to catch fish each day. The second tree was =
heartbroken an seemed to groan as it swayed back and forth on the lake. =
But as the wind blew past the small fishing boat it seemed to say, "Wait =
and see, tall tree."
At last the third tree was cut down by the woodcutter, but it was not =
made into anything, just cut into rough, strong beams and left in a =
pile. This made the third tall tree tremble with grief, for she had =
been taken from her beautiful hilltop home and now sat in a pile, =
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Date: Wed, 17 Jun 1998 08:57:45 +0000
From: laurajjohnson@juno.com (Laura J Johnson)
Subject: (lds-yw) Good Works
I'm brand new to the list and I love it. You guys have such great ideas.
I have to give a combined lesson on Good Works. Any stories or ideas
would be helpful.
Laura in Utah
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Date: Wed, 17 Jun 1998 11:03:47 EDT
From: <DJHJOHN123@aol.com>
Subject: Re: (lds-yw) Power of one
Well, the book is called "What's So Bad About Being Good?" by Jack R.
Christianson. The publisher is Bookcraft, copyright 1992. I got it quite a
few years ago.... If you would like, I can check our local bookstores and see
if they still have some copies.... It really is a worthwhile book to have.
I've given quite a few talks with A LOT of help from this book. Let me know!
Jennifer
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Date: Wed, 17 Jun 1998 12:04:18 EDT
From: <Jhenrick@aol.com>
Subject: Re: (lds-yw) Good Works
In a message dated 6/17/98 8:00:51 AM Pacific Daylight Time,=0Alaurajjohn=
son@juno.com writes:
<< I'm brand new to the list and I love it. You guys have such great ide=
as.
I have to give a combined lesson on Good Works. Any stories or ideas
would be helpful.
>>
this is a file that was sent to me here they are in 5 parts
Good Works 1
GOOD WORKS
Just a humble loaf of bread,
But 'twas once a bowl of paste,
Which, if I left in that condition
Would have surely gone to waste.
But, when kneaded, it was changed
Into something good to eat.
By some kind and loving hands
And an interval of heat.
We, like that loaf of bread,
Must be "needed" to become
What the Lord desires of us
Ere we return back home.
But we cannot "Need ourselves"
We must all serve one another
With kind and loving hands,
Just like our elder Brother,
So that when we are subjected
To that interval of heat,
We'll be like the loaf of bread;
Warm and smooth, and smelling sweet.
PARABLE OF POPCORN
Behold at the time of harvest, the ears of corn did bring forth kernals w=
hich
were dried and prepared for the Popper's hand. And then it was that the
Popper did take the kernals, all that did appear alike unto Him, and appl=
ied
the oil and the heat.
And it came to pass that when the heat was on, some did explode with prom=
ise
and did magnify themselves an hundred fold. And some did burst forth wit=
h
whiteness which did both gladden the eye and satisfy the taste of the Pop=
per.
And likewise some did pop, but not too much. Behold, there were some tha=
t did
lie there, and even though the Popper's heat was alike unto all, some did=
just
bask in the oil and keep everything that
they had unto themselves.
And so it came to pass that those which had given of themselves did bring
forth much joy and delight to many munchers. But those which kept of the
warmth and did not bring forth were only cast into the pail and thought o=
f
with hardness and disgust.
And thus we see that in the beginning all appear alike, but when the heat=
is
on, some come forth and give all, while others fail their purpose and bec=
ome
as chaff, so as to be discarded and forgotten.
Uncle Elias
By President Monson-
Seemingly little lessons of love are learned by children as they
silently observe the examples of their parents. My own father, a printer=
,
worked long and hard practically every day of his life. I'm certain that=
on
the Sabbath he would have enjoyed just being at home. Rather, he visited
elderly family members and brought cheer into their lives.
One such family member was his uncle, who was crippled by arthritis =
so
severe that he could not walk or care for himself. On a sunday afternoon=
dad
would say to me, "Come along, Tommy. Let's take Uncle Elias for a short
drive." Boarding the old 1928 Oldsmobile, we would proceed to Eighth Wes=
t,
where, at the home of my uncle, I would wait in the caar while dad went
inside. Soon he would emerge from the house, carrying in his arms like a
china doll his frail and crippled uncle. I would then open the door and =
watch
how tenderly and with such affection my father would place Uncle Elias in=
the
front seat so that he would have a fine view while I occupied the rear se=
at.
The drive was brief and the conversation limited, but oh, what a le=
gacy
of love! Father never read to me from the Bible about the good Samaritan=
.
Rather, he took me with him and Uncle Elias in that old 1928 Oldsmobile a=
nd
provided a living example I have always remembered.
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Sunflowers
Sunflowers always face the sun. In the morning, they face east. =
By
evening, they have turned west. They follow the sun as it crosses ea=
ch
day?s sky, so they can gather in as much sun as possible. We can be li=
ke
sunflowers, and turn to the SON, Jesus Christ, and gather spiritual lig=
ht
from him.
A sunflower's seed will grow almost anywhere. You, too, can bloom and gr=
ow
where you are planted. By desiring to believe and by studying t=
he
scriptures prayerfully, you will nurture your personal gospel seed.
As the sunflower grows, small birds soon appear, surround by protecti=
ng
leaves. Like those leaves, your parents, Young Women leaders, and teache=
rs
surround you, and love you, and protect you, and help your buddi=
ng
testimony grow.
As a sunflower grows taller, its stalk grows thicker, for it must suppo=
rt
the large flower that will soon be full of seeds. So your spiritual sta=
lk
must grow, and your testimony will grow stronger as you prayerfully re=
ad
the scriptures that teach of Jesus Christ and strive to become like him.
When the sunflower bud opens, bright yellow petals form, and its he=
ad
becomes a golden crown. The blessings of its growth at last begin to sho=
w.
And, having been born of a seed, it now produces seeds of its own th=
at
nourish people, animals and birds. Your testimony will likewise produ=
ce
its own new seeds, and you will nourish family, friends and others who wi=
ll
see the Son reflected, like a golden crown, in you, for you have beco=
me
like Him.
So turn to the Son. Open your heart to His light. Seek it first thi=
ng
each morning. Follow its warmth across each day?s sky, and let its comfo=
rt be
the last thing you feel each night. Then, when the evening of your l=
ife?s
last setting comes, you will arise to a glorious new morning and turn =
again
to Him and he will see His image in your countenance.
We decorated everything with sunflowers. We also had a skit from=
a
children?s book - I think it?s called the Nest is Best. We tied it =
in
with the 1998 YW theme, Turning the Hearts to the Family. June (SLC)
As a man walked a desolate beach one cold, gray morning he began to see
another figure, far in the distance. Slowly the two approached each other=
, and
he could make out a local native who kept leaning down, picking something=
up
and throwing it out into the water. Time and again he hurled things into =
the
ocean.
As the distance between them continued to narrow, the man could see that =
the
native was picking up starfish that had been washed upon the beach and, o=
ne at
a time, was throwing them back into the water.
Puzzled, the man approached the native and asked what he was doing. "I'm
throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, it's low tide right=
now
and all of these starfish have been washed up onto the shore. If I don't =
throw
them back into the sea, they'll die up here from lack of oxygen."
"But there must be thousands of starfish on this beach," the man replied.=
"You
can't possibly get to all of them. There are just too many. And this same
thing is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this c=
oast.
Can't you see that you can't possibly make a difference?"
The local native smiled, bent down and picked up another starfish, and as=
he
threw it back into the sea he replied, "Made a difference to that one!"
Each of us is but one person: limited, burdened with our own cares and
responsibilities. We may feel there is so much to be done, and we have so
little to give. We're usually short of everything, especially time and mo=
ney.
When we leave this shore, there will still be millions of starfish strand=
ed on
the beach. Maybe we can't change the whole world, but there isn't one of =
us
who can't help change one person's whole world. One at a time. We can mak=
e a
difference.
This is Today...
=B7 Author Unknown
Today is here. I will start with a smile, and resolve to be agreeable. =
I
will not criticize. I refuse to waste my valuable time.
Today has one thing in which I am equal with other...time. All of us dra=
w the
same salary in seconds, minutes, hours...
Today I will not waste my time, because the minutes I wasted yesterday ar=
e as
lost as a vanished thought.
Today I refuse to spend my time worrying about what might happen. I am g=
oing
to spend my time making things happen.
Today I am determined to do everything I should do. I am firmly determin=
ed to
stop doing things I should not do.
Today I will begin by doing, and not wasting my time.
In one week I will be miles beyond the person I am today.
Today I will stop saying, "If I had time," for I will never "find time" f=
or
anything-if I want it I must make it.
Today I will act toward other people as though this might be my last day =
on
earth. I will not wait for tomorrow.
TOMORROW NEVER COMES.
Ten Ways to Worry Less and Accomplish More
=B7 Author Unknown
1.=09Don't think of problems as difficulties. Think of them as opportun=
ities
for action.
2.=09After you've done your best to deal with a situation, avoid speculat=
ing
about the outcome. Forget it and go onto the next thing..
3.=09Keep busy. Keep the 24 hours of your day filled with these three
ingredients: work, recreation, sleep. Don't allow yourself time for abs=
tract
thinking.
4.=09Don't concern yourself with things you can't do anything about. Arm=
chair
generals don't win battles, but they do have nervous breakdowns.
5.=09For the time being anyway, eliminate daydreaming completely. Stop b=
uilding
air castles.
6.=09Don't procrastinate. Putting off an unpleasant task until tomorrow =
simply
gives you more time for your imagination to make a mountain out a possibl=
e
molehill. More time for anxiety to sap your self-confidence. Do it=09no=
w,
brother, do it now.
7.=09Don't pour woes and anxieties to other people. You don't want their
sympathy...it'll merely make it easy for you to feel sorrier for yourself=
.
8.=09Get up as soon as you wake up. If you lie in bed, you may use up as=
much
nervous energy living your day in advance as you would in actual
accomplishment of the day's work.
9.=09Try to arrange your schedule so that you will not have to hurry. Hu=
rry,
a=09blood brother to worry, helps shatter poise and self-confidence, and
contributes to fear and anxiety.
10.=09If a project seems too big, break it up into simple steps of action=
. Then
negotiate those steps-link rungs in a ladder...one at a time. And don't
=09allow yourself to think about the difficulties of step number two
until=09you've executed step number one.
What were you worried about this time last year? Can't remember?? Good!
Spread a little happiness!!!
Jake
Bill Andrews was a big, awkward, homely guy. He dressed oddly with ill fi=
tting
cloths. There were several fellows who thought it smart to make fun of hi=
m.
One day one fellow noticed a small tear in his shirt and gave it a small =
rip.
Another worker in the factory added his bit, and before long there was qu=
ite a
ribbon dangling. Bill went on about his work and as he passed too near a
moving belt the shirt strip was sucked into the machinery. In a split sec=
ond
the sleeve and Bill were in trouble. Alarms were sounded, switches pulled=
, and
trouble was avoided. The foreman, however, aware of what had happened,
summoned the men and related this story:
"In my younger days I worked in a small factory. That's where I first met=
Mike
Havoc. He was big and witty, was always making jokes, playing little pran=
ks.
Mike was a leader. Then there was Pete Lumas. He always went along with M=
ike.
He was a follower. And then I remember Jake. He was a little older than t=
he
rest of us -- quiet, harmless, apart. He ate his lunch by himself. He wor=
e the
same patched trousers for three years straight. He never entered into the
games we played at noon, wrestling, horse shoe and such. He was indiffere=
nt.
"Jake was a natural target for practical jokes. He might find a live frog=
in
his dinner pail, or a dead rodent in his hat. But he always took it in go=
od
humor.
"Then one fall when things were slack, Mike took off a few days to go hun=
ting.
Pete went along, of cours. And they promised all of us that if they got
anything they'd bring us each a piece. So we were all quite excited when =
we
heard that they'd returned and that Mike had got a really nice big buck. =
We
heard more than that. Pete could never keep anything to himself, and it l=
eaked
out that they had a real whopper to play on Jake. Mike had cut up the cri=
tter
and had made a nice package for each of us. And, for the laugh, for the j=
oke
of it, he had saved the ears, the tail, the hoofs -- it would be so funny=
when
Jake unwrapped them.
"Mike distributed his packages during the noon hour. We each got a nice p=
iece,
opened it, and thanked him. The biggest package of all he saved until las=
t. It
was for Jake. Pete was all but bursting; and Mike looked very smug. Like
always, Jake sat by himself; he was on the far side of the big table. Mik=
e
pushed the package over to where he could reach it; and we all sat and wa=
ited.
Jake was never one to say much. You might never know that he was around f=
or
all the talking he did. In three years he'd never said a hundred words. S=
o we
were all quite hypnotized with what happened next.
"He took the package firmly in his grip and rose slowly to his feet. He s=
miled
broadly at Mike -- and it was then we noticed that his eyes were glisteni=
ng.
His adam's apple bobbed up and down for a moment and then he got control =
of
himself.
"I knew you wouldn't forget me," he said gratefully; "I knew you'd come
through! You're big and you're playful, but I knew all along that you had=
a
good heart." He swallowed again, and then took in the rest of us.
"I know I haven't seemed too chummy with you men; but I never meant to be
rude. You see, I've got nine kids at home -- and a wife that's been an in=
valid
- -- bedfast now for four years. She ain't ever going to get any better. An=
d
sometimes when she's real bad off, I have to sit up all night to take car=
e of
her. And most of my wages have had to go for doctors and medicine. The ki=
ds do
all they can to help out, but at times it's been hard to keep food in the=
ir
mouths. Maybe you think it's funny that I go off by myself to eat my dinn=
er.
Well, I guess I've been a little ashamed, because I don't always have any=
thing
between my sandwich. Or like today -- maybe there's only a raw turnip in =
my
pail. But I want you to know that this meat really means a lot to me. May=
be
more than to anybody here because tonight my kids," he wiped the moisture=
from
his eyes with the back of his hand, "...tonight my kids will have a reall=
y..."
He tugged at the string.
"We'd been watching Jake so intently we hadn't paid much notice to Mike a=
nd
Pete. But we all noticed them now, because they both dove at once to try =
to
grab the package. But they were too late. Jake had broken the wrapper and=
was
already surveying his present. He examined each hoof, each ear, and then =
he
held up the tail. It wiggled limply. It should have been so funny, but no=
body
laughed -- nobody at all. But the hardest part was when Jake looked up an=
d
tried to smile."
This was where the foreman left the story and the men. He didn't need to =
say
anymore; but it was gratifying to notice that as each man ate his lunch t=
hat
day, he shared part with Bill Andrews and one fellow even offered him his
shirt.
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