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Toil or Risk?
Jan 9, 2008 | 9:38 AM PST
Category:
Faith
'Toil and risk are the price of glory".
(Alexander the Great)
Are you a risk-taker?
Are you conservative?
Do you wish you were different than you are in this regard?
I have read where people worked an ordinary job for 35 years, and saved---always saved and was frugal ---and would up having a million dollars at the time of retirement.
When I look around and see how we, and our kids, and our grand-kids spend our money, I have a sick feeling.
We eat out too much. We buy presents and clothes that we could all do without. We entertain ourselves, and make gluttony, and think it is the way to live.
Is it?
You can make it two ways: either toil or take risks.
Which do you prefer?
Toil or Risk?
Jan 9, 2008 | 9:37 AM PST
Category:
Faith
'Toil and risk are the price of glory".
(Alexander the Great)
Are you a risk-taker?
Are you conservative?
Do you wish you were different than you are in this regard?
I have read where people worked an ordinary job for 35 years, and saved---always saved and was frugal ---and would up having a million dollars at the time of retirement.
When I look around and see how we, and our kids, and our grand-kids spend our money, I have a sick feeling.
We eat out too much. We buy presents and clothes that we could all do without. We entertain ourselves, and make gluttony, and think it is the way to live.
Is it?
You can make it two ways: either toil or take risks.
Which do you prefer?
Toil or Risk?
Jan 9, 2008 | 9:36 AM PST
Category:
Faith
'Toil and risk are the price of glory".
(Alexander the Great)
Are you a risk-taker?
Are you conservative?
Do you wish you were different than you are in this regard?
I have read where people worked an ordinary job for 35 years, and saved---always saved and was frugal ---and would up having a million dollars at the time of retirement.
When I look around and see how we, and our kids, and our grand-kids spend our money, I have a sick feeling.
We eat out too much. We buy presents and clothes that we could all do without. We entertain ourselves, and make gluttony, and think it is the way to live.
Is it?
You can make it two ways: either toil or take risks.
Which do you prefer?
Toil or Risk?
Jan 9, 2008 | 9:33 AM PST
Category:
Faith
'Toil and risk are the price of glory".
(Alexander the Great)
Are you a risk-taker?
Are you conservative?
Do you wish you were different than you are in this regard?
I have read where people worked an ordinary job for 35 years, and saved---always saved and was frugal ---and would up having a million dollars at the time of retirement.
When I look around and see how we, and our kids, and our grand-kids spend our money, I have a sick feeling.
We eat out too much. We buy presents and clothes that we could all do without. We entertain ourselves, and make gluttony, and think it is the way to live.
Is it?
You can make it two ways: either toil or take risks.
Which do you prefer?
Toil or Risk?
Jan 9, 2008 | 9:32 AM PST
Category:
Faith
'Toil and risk are the price of glory".
(Alexander the Great)
Are you a risk-taker?
Are you conservative?
Do you wish you were different than you are in this regard?
I have read where people worked an ordinary job for 35 years, and saved---always saved and was frugal ---and would up having a million dollars at the time of retirement.
When I look around and see how we, and our kids, and our grand-kids spend our money, I have a sick feeling.
We eat out too much. We buy presents and clothes that we could all do without. We entertain ourselves, and make gluttony, and think it is the way to live.
Is it?
You can make it two ways: either toil or take risks.
Which do you prefer?
Toil or Risk?
Jan 9, 2008 | 9:31 AM PST
Category:
Faith
'Toil and risk are the price of glory".
(Alexander the Great)
Are you a risk-taker?
Are you conservative?
Do you wish you were different than you are in this regard?
I have read where people worked an ordinary job for 35 years, and saved---always saved and was frugal ---and would up having a million dollars at the time of retirement.
When I look around and see how we, and our kids, and our grand-kids spend our money, I have a sick feeling.
We eat out too much. We buy presents and clothes that we could all do without. We entertain ourselves, and make gluttony, and think it is the way to live.
Is it?
You can make it two ways: either toil or take risks.
Which do you prefer?
Toil or Risk?
Jan 9, 2008 | 9:30 AM PST
Category:
Faith
'Toil and risk are the price of glory".
(Alexander the Great)
Are you a risk-taker?
Are you conservative?
Do you wish you were different than you are in this regard?
I have read where people worked an ordinary job for 35 years, and saved---always saved and was frugal ---and would up having a million dollars at the time of retirement.
When I look around and see how we, and our kids, and our grand-kids spend our money, I have a sick feeling.
We eat out too much. We buy presents and clothes that we could all do without. We entertain ourselves, and make gluttony, and think it is the way to live.
Is it?
You can make it two ways: either toil or take risks.
Which do you prefer?
Toil or Risk?
Jan 9, 2008 | 9:29 AM PST
Category:
Faith
'Toil and risk are the price of glory".
(Alexander the Great)
Are you a risk-taker?
Are you conservative?
Do you wish you were different than you are in this regard?
I have read where people worked an ordinary job for 35 years, and saved---always saved and was frugal ---and would up having a million dollars at the time of retirement.
When I look around and see how we, and our kids, and our grand-kids spend our money, I have a sick feeling.
We eat out too much. We buy presents and clothes that we could all do without. We entertain ourselves, and make gluttony, and think it is the way to live.
Is it?
You can make it two ways: either toil or take risks.
Which do you prefer?
The World Can't Keep God 'Down'
Dec 15, 2007 | 1:34 PM PST
Category:
Faith
Many books are coming out now on atheism. And movies, which teach the kiddos to kill God. But we have seen this all through the ages. People trying to get rid of God. The Soviets and China even established atheism back there when, but it does not seem it was successful. Many atheists simply say they want an 'open-minded' discussion on issues.
Ok. Let'd do that.
'Let heaven and nature sing."
http://www.humanevents.com/article.php?id=23956#con
tinueA
The First Christmas
Dec 14, 2007 | 8:13 AM PST
Category:
Faith
I got this from an e-mail friend who has cancer--terminal.
It's a good testimony for your little ones.--and big ones too.
Merry Christmas and God Bless you and your family.
bdb
http://www.andiesisle.com/thefirstchristmasgift.d
u.html
Life--Like a Bank Account
Dec 12, 2007 | 9:55 AM PST
Category:
Faith
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw what you have deposited along the way.
What have you deposited? What are you depositing?
Don't be sorry, that you are not depositing much.
Simply guidelines to happiness: Free your heart from hate; Free your mind from worry; Live a simple life;Give; Expect Nothing.
Interview With God
Nov 24, 2007 | 1:58 PM PST
Category:
Faith
I have seen this before, but I received it again today.
To me, today, it has special meaning for it was sent to me by a friend of mine fighting cancer under the sternum--he had pancreatic cancer two years ago-- We go to coffee each week. He has been an inspiration to me.
Understand?
http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/
Love
Nov 20, 2007 | 10:55 PM PST
Category:
Faith
Dear Wooker:
I ask you...do you love me? If you answer...yes...but you show that your love is always discreet, always wise, always sensible and calculating...and never carried beyond itself...well...it may not be love; it may be affection, it may be a warmth of feeling but it has not the true nature of love in it. You can bring value to me, because you love me...do not do it out of duty or because it is useful...but rather love me through the small, simple things you do...not the colossal things. Give me evidence that you are outside yourself...abandoned...to me...this is what gives me value. Even more than your properness...your correct manners everywhere...lest the people's eyes be on YOU, for your charm...but not on me. Perfect love casts out all these other pretentions...and ....again I say...it is not a matter of being proper.....logical....or correct...but rather, of value to my soul...deep down.
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Do You Know A 'Robby'?
Nov 2, 2007 | 6:04 PM PST
Category:
Faith
TrueStory -- Worth Reading !!!
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students.
However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby.
But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, 'My mom's going to hear me play someday.' But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons.
I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing 'Miss Hondorf I've just got to play!' he insisted.
I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at th e end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer.'
Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. 'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?'
Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. 'I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? ' Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well Miss Hondorf . Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning And well . . . She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.'
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy. . . Of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone a nd you don't know why.
Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995. And now, a footnote to the story.
If you are thinking about forwarding this message, you are probably thinking about which people on your address list aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message The person who sent this to you believes that we can all make a difference. So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we act with compassion or do we pass up that opportunity and leave the world a bit colder in the process?
