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15 Seconds at a Time
An eclectic collection of new & old sayings. If the author or authoress is known, credit is given but often the origin is obscure & the author long since forgotten. These change often so check back when ever you're in need of a quick fifteen second "pick me up"!
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Many of us grew up with the childhood saying “Find a penny, pick it
up and all the day you’ll have good luck!”
A woman of modest means and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the
husband's employer's home.
The boss was very wealthy, with an estate home and several cars
costing more than the average house.
The woman delighted to experience first hand the life of the extremely wealthy.
The boss indulged his guests both at home on his estate as well as out as
exclusive dining establishments.
On one occasion as they were about to enter an exclusive restaurant, the boss
was walking slightly ahead of them. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the
pavement for a long, silent moment.
An awkward silence folllowed. There was nothing on the ground except a single
darkened penny that someone had dropped, a few cigarette butts and assorted
litter. Quietly, the rich man reached down and picked up the penny.
He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great
treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have of a single penny? Why would
he even take the time to stop and pick it up?
Throughout dinner, the penny bothered her. Finally, she causally mentioned that
her son once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been
rare.
A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny
and held it out for her to see.
"Look at it." He said. "Read what it says." She read the words "United States of
America."
"No, not that;
read further."
"One cent?" "No, keep reading."
"In God we Trust?" "Yes!" "And?"
When I was out g today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it
up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I
can not change. I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh. Yes, God,
I get the message.
It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last
few months, but then, pennies are plentiful!
(A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE)
A water bearer in India served his master by toting
water from the stream to his master's home. He carried
the water in two pots that hung on either end of a pole
balanced across his shoulders.
One of the pots had a crack in it; the other pot was
perfect. The perfect pot always delivered a full portion of
water from the stream, while the cracked pot always arrived
at the master's house only half full.
For a full two years this went on, every day the water
bearer delivering one full and one half-full measures of water
to the master's home. Naturally, the full pot was proud of
its service, perfect to the end for which it had been made.
But the cracked pot was unhappy; ashamed of its imperfection only half able to do what it had been made to do.
After an eternity of what it perceived to be bitter failure,
the cracked pot spoke to the water bearer one day. "I'm
so ashamed of myself", it said. "I want to apologize to you."
"But why?" asked the water bearer.
"For the last two years," spoke the pot, "this crack in
my side has let water leak out all the way to the master's
house, and I have been unable to deliver but half my load.
You do the work carrying me from the stream to our master's
house each day, but because of my defect, you don't get
full value from your effort," sighed the anguished pot.
Kindly, the water bearer told the distressed pot, "As
we return to the master's house today, please notice the
lovely flowers along the way."
As the trio returned up the hill, the old cracked pot
noticed the winsome wild flowers - the sun glistening
off their bright faces, the breeze bending their heads.
But still, at the end of the trail, the faulty pot felt bad
because it had again leaked out half its load, and
again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
But the bearer said to the pot, "Did you not notice
that the flowers were only on your side of the path?
Because I have always known about your 'flaw' I
planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every
day while we wind our way back from the stream, you
have watered them. And every day I am able to pick
these beautiful flowers to adorn our master's table.
Were you not just the way you are, the master would
not have had this beauty to grace his house."
-unknown
I have only just a
minute.
Just sixty seconds in it;
Forced upon me – can’t refuse it;
Didn’t seek it – didn’t choose it.
I must suffer if I lose it;
Give account if I abuse it.
Just a tiny little minute-
But eternity is in it.
By the time the Lord made woman, he was into his sixth day of working overtime.
An angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be
completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all
replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold
four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped
knee to a broken heart-and she will do everything with only two hands."
The angel was astounded at the requirements. "Only two hands!? No way! And
that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day. Wait until
tomorrow to finish."
But I won't," the Lord protested. "I am so close to finishing this creation that
is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can
work 18 hour days."
The angel moved closer and touched the woman. "But you have made her so soft,
Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no
idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to
reason and negotiate."
The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.
"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were
trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak," the Lord corrected, "that's a
tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain,
her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride."
The angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything!
Woman is truly amazing."
And she is! Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hardships and they
carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want
to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and
laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up
to injustice. They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family
can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when
their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a
wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a
family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. Women come in all
shapes, sizes and colors. They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show
how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep
turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compassion and ideals. They
give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
..unknown
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