Monday, July 04, 2011
A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee..
You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying A word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.
Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see." "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma the daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its insides became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
May we all be COFFEE!!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
A trucker came into a Truck Stop Cafe' and placed his order. He said I
want three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running
boards.' The brand new blonde waitress, not wanting to appear stupid,
went to the kitchen and said to the cook, 'This guy out there just
ordered three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running
boards. What does he think this place is an auto parts store?'
'No,' the cook said. 'Three flat tires mean three pancakes; a pair of
headlights is two eggs sunny side up; and a pair of running boards...
Are 2 slices of crisp bacon!
'Oh. OK!' said the blonde. She thought about it for a moment and then
spooned up a bowl of beans and gave it to the customer.
The trucker asked, 'What are the beans for, Blondie?'
I LOVE THIS ONE.........
'She replied, 'I thought while you were waiting for the flat tires,
headlights and running boards, you might as well gas up!
FOR ONCE THE BLONDE GETS EVEN !
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
An Angelic Voice in the Night
How one woman’s guardian angel saved her from certain doom at the hands of a malicious attacker.
By Sally Burbank, Nashville, Tennessee
Applause thundered throughout the theater as I clasped the hands of my cast mates and we all took a bow. A standing ovation—I couldn’t believe it. It seemed like yesterday I was a chubby, timid girl in high school who hid behind Jane Austen novels.
Now I had a slimmed-down figure, was about to enter medical school and my gorgeous boyfriend had asked me to marry him. And I’d just sung a solo in a musical theater production in front of a theater full of people: “All Good Gifts Around Us Are Sent From Heaven Above.” I felt on top of the world. There was a bright future ahead for me.
“Your solo sent shivers down my spine tonight,” one of my fellow actresses told me backstage.
I slathered cold cream on my face. “Thanks,” I said, “but I think everyone was good tonight.” Despite how excited I still was, I yawned. “That solo really takes it out of me,” I said. “I can’t wait to get home.”
My usual ride had fallen through. I got out of my stage clothes and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. It wasn’t the greatest neighborhood to walk alone at night, but I’d be home sweet home before I knew it.
I left the theater passing noisy bars and homeless people. To keep myself company I hummed “All Good Gifts” under my breath. I turned the corner. The streets were emptier here. It made me all the more aware of being by myself. Next time I’ll beg someone for a ride, I vowed.
Halfway down the next block I heard breathing behind me. My own breathing sped up. Now I heard heavy footsteps too. A man, I was sure of it. He was close. Too close. Cars whizzed by. My heart pounded. I mustered up my courage, and turned around to face whoever was following me. He was about five foot ten with a mustache. A guy in jeans and a white t-shirt.
“I’m obviously slowing you down,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Why don’t you go ahead of me?” Then I took a few steps off to the side so he could pass.
The man grunted and shot past me. I slowed down to let him get a safe distance ahead, and then crossed the street to put even more space between us. He didn’t mean to scare me, I told myself. He’s just a guy who wants to get home too.
But I was relieved when I got to the secluded street where I lived. I just wanted to collapse into bed, warm and safe. “Only six more houses and I’m home,” I mumbled to myself. I walked a little faster.
A hand shot out of the dark and clamped around my mouth. Two arms locked me in a vice-like grip and dragged me off the street. I kicked and struggled. The man dragged me behind a stone fence. As soon as I could get a look at his face I realized it was the same man who’d been following me! He’d waited for his chance!
I yanked my head out of the man’s grasp and screamed.
“Shut up or I’ll kill you,” the man said, slamming the jaws of my mouth shut with his hands. He shoved me to the ground, ripped off my t-shirt and stuffed it in my mouth as a gag. He pinned my legs and arms to the ground and pulled at my jeans.
Crazy thoughts raced through my head. I was starting medical school and getting married. I couldn’t die! I twisted and fought. My attacker slammed me back to the ground. I couldn’t overpower him. With a gag in my mouth I couldn’t scream. “But you can pray.” It wasn’t a thought. I’d heard the words in my head.
Somebody help! I screamed in my mind. I’m about to be raped! I yelled the desperate prayer in my mind over and over again.
My attacker sat up, his knees still pinning me down, and tore at his own clothes. Behind him I heard footsteps. Then a booming male voice hollered, “Leave her alone!”
My attacker jumped up and bolted through the bushes as the footsteps came closer. By the time my rescuer appeared my attacker was gone. “Are you all right?” he asked, panting.
I burst into tears. “Thank you.”
The man, wearing pajamas and slippers, waited while I got myself together. He walked me to his house, where his wife made me tea and gave me some fresh clothes.
“I thought I might have heard a scream,” the man said as we waited for the police to arrive. “But nothing followed, so I just thought it was nothing. I didn’t check it out!” He shook his head, obviously wishing he’d acted earlier.
But if he hadn’t reacted to my scream, why did he come? “It was when I heard you yell, ‘Somebody help me. I’m about to be raped.’ Then I had to go find you,” the man said.
“I didn’t yell,” I said. “I was gagged. I only called out in my prayer.”
“I heard you,” the man said. “I heard you as clear as could be.”
I looked to his wife in confusion.
“I didn’t hear anything,” she said. “And I was lying next to him in bed.”
Thanks to my rescuer, and the angel who delivered my silent prayer for help, I still had a bright future ahead. And an even brighter faith in God and his angels. The next time I sang, “All Good Gifts Around Us Are Sent From Heaven Above,” my solo had a whole new meaning.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
The light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right
thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the
red light by accelerating through the intersection.
The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming
in frustration, as she missed her chance to get through the
intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup.
As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and
looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer
ordered her to exit her car with her hands up.
He took her to the police station where she was searched,
fingerprinted, photographed, and placed in a holding cell.
After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and
opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the
arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.
He said, ''I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up
behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy
in front of you and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the 'What
Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Choose Life' license plate holder,
the 'Follow Me to Sunday-School' bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated
Christian fish emblem on the trunk, so naturally.. .I assumed you had
stolen the car.''
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