The following is an incident about an engine failure in a giant ship. The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine. Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to ...bottom.
Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars.
"What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!"
So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."
The man sent a bill that read:
Tapping with a hammer $ 2.00
Knowing where to tap $ 9998.00
Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference. Knowledge is the new currency of this world. Knowledge is POWER!
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
HOW TO BE A MAN- RUDYARD KIPLING
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat these two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat these two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
I wish you enough
It's hard to understand"
by Bob Perks
It's hard to understand sometimes, but easy enough to
see. I try to make sense of things and fail to comprehend
the magnitude, width and depth of all that is mine.
Still with all of that clearly in front of me, I find myself whining
still, because I don't have this or that.
It wouldn't take much to see those around me lacking
even the stuff that I enjoy and I am nowhere near a
wealthy man by the world's standards. I have a simple
house, a car, food, a wife and family who love me.
I couldn't boast of a yacht, six figure income, tailored suits,
shoes made in Italy, or more bathrooms than bedrooms in my home.
Some of you may think that's not much.
Still others may read that and say, I rent a small apartment
with one bedroom that sleeps six. I can't afford to buy my
child a toy boat to play with and my income is below the
poverty line. As for clothes and shoes I thank God for the
Salvation Army and my church.
That's hard to understand, but easy enough to see.
I wake up in the morning and I can't feel my feet sometimes.
I walk slumped over from muscle pain until I walk long
enough not to feel it.
Some of you may say it's just old age, get used to it.
Others may be thinking that's nothing. I can't walk any more.
My legs don't function at all and I am confined to a wheel chair.
My pain is constant because I can't afford the drugs to make it
all go away. I am crippled and can hardly sit up long enough
to eat.
That's hard to understand, but easy enough to see.
I moan about the fact that I don't see my one son at all
and the other just calls any more. He's too busy to stop by.
Some of you say they have their own life, let them live it.
Be grateful, mine is in his 30's and still living here.
Others might say at least you have two sons. I lost my son
to war and my daughter to cancer. Didn't your oldest survive
his cancer? You ought to be grateful he's alive.
That's hard to understand, but easy enough to see.
I sometimes question God.
Some might say so do I.
Others might add, me, too.
Still He loves all of us, doesn't he? He never gives up on us,
does He? He sees more in us than we do, gives even when
we don't deserve it. He provides. He guides. He lifts us up
when no one else is there to do so. He forgives. He listens.
You can't deny the abundance in your life.
That's God...hard to understand sometimes, but easy
enough to see.
"I wish you enough!"
by Bob Perks
It's hard to understand sometimes, but easy enough to
see. I try to make sense of things and fail to comprehend
the magnitude, width and depth of all that is mine.
Still with all of that clearly in front of me, I find myself whining
still, because I don't have this or that.
It wouldn't take much to see those around me lacking
even the stuff that I enjoy and I am nowhere near a
wealthy man by the world's standards. I have a simple
house, a car, food, a wife and family who love me.
I couldn't boast of a yacht, six figure income, tailored suits,
shoes made in Italy, or more bathrooms than bedrooms in my home.
Some of you may think that's not much.
Still others may read that and say, I rent a small apartment
with one bedroom that sleeps six. I can't afford to buy my
child a toy boat to play with and my income is below the
poverty line. As for clothes and shoes I thank God for the
Salvation Army and my church.
That's hard to understand, but easy enough to see.
I wake up in the morning and I can't feel my feet sometimes.
I walk slumped over from muscle pain until I walk long
enough not to feel it.
Some of you may say it's just old age, get used to it.
Others may be thinking that's nothing. I can't walk any more.
My legs don't function at all and I am confined to a wheel chair.
My pain is constant because I can't afford the drugs to make it
all go away. I am crippled and can hardly sit up long enough
to eat.
That's hard to understand, but easy enough to see.
I moan about the fact that I don't see my one son at all
and the other just calls any more. He's too busy to stop by.
Some of you say they have their own life, let them live it.
Be grateful, mine is in his 30's and still living here.
Others might say at least you have two sons. I lost my son
to war and my daughter to cancer. Didn't your oldest survive
his cancer? You ought to be grateful he's alive.
That's hard to understand, but easy enough to see.
I sometimes question God.
Some might say so do I.
Others might add, me, too.
Still He loves all of us, doesn't he? He never gives up on us,
does He? He sees more in us than we do, gives even when
we don't deserve it. He provides. He guides. He lifts us up
when no one else is there to do so. He forgives. He listens.
You can't deny the abundance in your life.
That's God...hard to understand sometimes, but easy
enough to see.
"I wish you enough!"
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