Thoughts & Lessions
I run across and have different things sent to me and things i have learned over the years that have proven to help.I will add to this as i can maybe it will inspire or help someone Love freely given i give to you Tooter Lessons from an Oyster
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown
There once was an oyster
Whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand
Had got into his shell.
It was only a grain,
but it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings
Although they're so plain.
Now, did he berate
the harsh workings of fate
That had brought him
To such a deplorable state?
Did he curse at the government,
Cry for election,
And claim that the sea should
Have given him protection?
'No,' he said to himself
As he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it,
I shall try to improve it.
Now the years have rolled around,
As the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate
And the small grain of sand
That had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl
All richly aglow.
Now the tale has a moral,
for isn't it grand
What an oyster can do
With a morsel of sand?
What couldn't we do
If we'd only begin
With some of the things
That get under our skin.
Thats right! Love it!
Three Kernels of Corn Parable
By: Author Unknown
Three young men were once given three kernels of corn
apiece by a wise old sage, who admonished them to go out
into the world, and use the corn to bring themselves good
fortune. The first young man put his three kernels of corn
into a bowl of hot broth and ate them.
The second thought, I can do better than that, and he
planted his three kernels of corn. Within a few months, he
had three stalks of corn. He took the ears of corn from the
stalks, boiled them, and had enough corn for three meals.
The third man said to himself, I can do better than that!
He also planted his three kernels of corn, but when his
three stalks of corn produced, he stripped one of the
stalks and replanted all of the seeds in it, gave the
second stalk of corn to a sweet maiden, and ate the third.
His one full stalk's worth of replanted corn kernels gave
him 200 stalks of corn! And the kernels of these he
continued to replant, setting aside only a bare minimum to
eat. He eventually planted a hundred acres of corn. With
his fortune, he not only won the hand of the sweet maiden
but purchased the land owned by the sweet maiden's father.
And he never hungered again.
The more you give, the more you get. However, that should
NOT be the reason for your giving.
So true- You give and give and keep giving untill you reep the rewards of your seeds.
So wonderfully true Delbert!!...I loved this!
...Not meaning that you give to expect some reward. The reward comes in the act of giving. In helping others when it's recived gives you reward in knowing that it was well recived.
that warm happy fuzzy feeling inside, makes happy to make a difference.
An eight-year-old boy approached an old man in front of a
wishing well, looked up into his eyes, and asked: "I
understand you're a very wise man. I'd like to know the
secret of life."
The old man looked down at the youngster and replied: "I've
thought a lot in my lifetime, and the secret can be summed
up in four words.
The first is think. Think about the values you wish to live
your life by.
The second is believe. Believe in yourself based on the
thinking you've done about the values you're going to live
your life by.
The third is dream. Dream about the things that can be,
based on your belief in yourself and the values you're
going to live by.
The last is dare. Dare to make your dreams become reality,
based on your belief in yourself and your values."
And with that, Walter E. Disney said to the little boy,
"Think, Believe, Dream, and Dare."
Time Management Parable
by: Author Unknown
One day, an expert in time management was speaking to a
group of business students and, to drive home a point, used
an illustration those students will never forget.
As he stood in front of the group of high-powered
overachievers he said,
"Okay, time for a quiz" and he pulled out a one-gallon,
wide-mouth mason jar and set it on the table in front of
him. He also produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and
carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar.
When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would
fit inside, he asked, "Is this jar full?" Everyone in the
class yelled, "Yes."
The time management expert replied, "Really?" He reached
under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. He
dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of
gravel to work themselves down into the spaces between the
big rocks. He then asked the group once more, "Is the jar
By this time the class was on to him. "Probably not," one
of them answered.
"Good!" he replied. He reached under the table and brought
out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the
jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the
rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "Is
this jar full?" "No!" the class shouted.
Once again he said, "Good." Then he grabbed a pitcher of
water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to
the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, "What is
the point of this illustration?"
One eager beaver raised his hand and said, "The point is,
no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard
you can always fit some more things in it!"
"No," the speaker replied, "that's not the point. The truth
this illustration teaches us is: If you don't put the big
rocks in first, you'll never get them in at all."
What are the 'big rocks' in your life, time with your loved
ones, your faith, your education, your dreams, a worthy
cause, teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these
big rocks in first or you'll never get them in at all. So,
tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this
short story, ask yourself this question: What are the 'big
rocks' in my life? Then, put those in your jar first.
Hey Delbert, how are you? Fine I hope, I gotta run but Moonglow was aSKING ABOUT YOU! GOOD NITE!
Poetic well i am a little under the weather today my throat is killing me i have been coughing real bad for a couple of days and gargling with salt water but they got me some cough syrup at lunch it would help about 30 minutes but my superintendent said it was going around its just real scratchy and makes me cough a lot ,then i had a little run in with one of the young carpenters tried to show him how to do something but he was going to do it his way so i just stepped back and let him fight it he will learn he was trowing stuff and kicked a bucket and i thought you Tooter acting outfit when i was younger i use to get so upset if i could not fix something but i would work own it till i fixed it .I have got to go take a shower and go eat i forgot to lay something out for supper ,its still kinda hard for me cause i am usely the boss so i really have to watch what i say and nobody likes a knowitall ,its just that i have done this for so many years the insulation crew i helped Saturday has done ask for me to help them this Saturday,beleave me its a humbling experience to be were i was at about 35 years ago but at least i am working and right now not having to depend own my kids to live anyway i need to go you all have a good one Love Ya Tooter
Thats how my cold started, with a sore throat and then the sniffles and it sunk into my chest. Please take care of yourself! For some reason this cold is a doozy and people are having trouble getting it to leave.
I found this thread a little while ago. Hope you can add more when you have time. Good stories!
Loved reading what you wrote about work! U know why .... heehee : )))
Eat well & Get some rest!
Sending you blessings of love!
Well i sure do Laie you know my Jesse wanted to jump out there LOL good to here from you how you doing good i hope later Love Ya Tooter
I love the stories you've posted here.
I'm sorry to hear that you aren't feeling well, drink lots of fluids. Laie is right, there is a lot of colds going around. Ah, to be young again, lol. They have so much to learn. Hang in there my friend.
Poetic tell Moonglow to write me here i will check it i don't have a lot of spare time now i go to bed at 8 pm and get up at 4 am i try to LOL Later Tooter
How to Tell When You're Rich
by: Harvey Mackay
When I was a kid in Minnesota, watermelon was a delicacy.
One of my father's buddies, Bernie, was a prosperous
fruit-and-vegetable wholesaler, who operated a warehouse
in St. Paul.
Every summer, when the first watermelons rolled in, Bernie
would call. Dad and I would go to Bernie's warehouse and
take up our positions. We'd sit on the edge of the dock,
feet dangling, and lean over, minimizing the volume of
juice we were about to spill on ourselves.
Bernie would take his machete, crack our first watermelon,
hand us both a big piece and sit down next to us. Then we'd
bury our faces in watermelon, eating only the heart - the
reddest, juiciest, firmest, most seed-free, most perfect
part - and throw away the rest.
Bernie was my father's idea of a rich man. I always thought
it was because he was such a successful businessman. Years
later, I realized that what my father admired about
Bernie's wealth was less its substance than its
application. Bernie knew how to stop working, get together
with friends and eat only the heart of the watermelon.
What I learned from Bernie is that being rich is a state of
mind. Some of us, no matter how much money we have, will
never be free enough to eat only the heart of the
watermelon. Others are rich without ever being more than a
If you don't take the time to dangle your feet over the
dock and chomp into life's small pleasures, your career is
probably overwhelming your life.
For many years, I forgot that lesson I'd learned as a kid
on the loading dock. I was too busy making all the money I
Well, I've relearned it. I hope I have time left to enjoy
the accomplishments of others and to take pleasure in the
day. That's the heart of the watermelon. I have learned
again to throw the rest away.
Finally, I am rich.
I got this email this morning and so many here have health problems may this will be another way they might could find relief from some of their health problems i haven't tried this but i will be checking further Love Delbert
Letting go of things we have worked hard for or moving into unknown territory is and can be very scary at times and the fear of letting go is not easy and i am saying this to me i need to hear it more than anyone its a fear of the what ifs when we can not see the outcome whether it be a relationship a home or a job or material things or money,and sometimes these things are removed whether we want or not and most of the time we can look back and see it was for the best .
Then there are times we just have to go on faith and believe and trust our faith that these things no matter how bad they seem at the time and how devastating they are might be for the best .I do not know but what i do know is that Father and my faith have never let me down .Now that does not mean i got what i wanted when i wanted it ,but my needs were met and still are.
Yes i would like a lot of things or answers to questions ,but some i do not want to know i don't think i could handle them . What really matters in my life today ? I have thought about this and the most important thing in my life today is TRUTH and i do not say that lithely.
From truth has come the person i am today and the person i hope to be and better tomorrow .Today around the world is a sad day but the truth is i do not know what is best or what has to happen for us to have a better world but i have faith in Father and Mother even tho i do not understand the whys or the ifs ,does that mean i stop be leaving or hoping ? No ,so what can i do ?
I can stay in truth and in truth i do not know what is best for this world or even myself so i just do what life and my faith and Father and Mother have guided me to do and be and letting go of today tomorrow and of this world is hard to do because my little brain can not see the whole picture even in my little world of self and every time i am led back to Truth and faith.
Just like it don't make since to plant a garden if i never get to seek the rewards of it ,but my faith is guiding me to plant one so that is what i will do . Life goes on and will go on and it is up to me to do what i am guided to do and what little i can do for life to continue on whether it be planting a garden or saying a prayer for those in need or just thanking Mother for the chance to enjoy another day.
My hope is i can let go of them plastic pearls i thought so much of and it has been a B*itch letting them go so Father can give me the grandest pearls of all. See them plastic pearls is my life good and bad that's all i have ,some i am glad to give away but some i am scared to death to give it up because i can not imagine my life with out it and that is Love and Hope .
This is another death of self for me and the hardest one yet to give everything my whole existence of self ,my hopes and dreams and of love .But Father i do and i offer my self all of me to you to do your will not mine .
Maybe this story will help in letting go Love Tooter
The Pearl Necklace
By: Author Unknown
The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost
five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she
saw them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink
"Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please!"
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box
and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her
little girl's upturned face.
"A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really
want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in
no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself.
Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another
crisp dollar bill from Grandma."
As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and
counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than
her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked
Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents.
On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar
bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and
grown up. She wore them everywhere--Sunday school,
kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them
off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother
said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was
ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come
upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished
the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess--the
white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail.
Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She's my favorite."
"That's okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night." And he
brushed her cheek with a kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy
asked again, "Do you love me?"
"Daddy, you know I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my babydoll.
The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is so
beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches
"That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy
loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was
sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As
he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one
silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?"
Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to
her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little
pearl necklace. With a little quiver,she finally said,
"Here, Daddy. It's for you."
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind daddy
reached out with one hand to take the dime-store necklace,
and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and
pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine
pearls and gave them to Jenny.
He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to
give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine
What are you hanging on to?