Inspirations

 



I Am Me


In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because I alone choose it. I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or to myself. I own fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.

Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By doing, I can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know, but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and for ways to find out more about me.

However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me.  If later some parts of how i looked, sounded, thought and felt turned out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, deep the rest and invent something new for that which i discarded.  I can see, hear, feel, think, say and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me, therefore I can engineer me. I am me and I am O.K.

Author Unknown



      Autobiography In Five Short Chapters

Chapter 1

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost... I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in this same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

 Chapter III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in... it's a habit... but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

 Chapter IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V

I walk down another street.

- Portia Nelson

 





Words Have the Power to Harm and the Power to Heal


The old saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me" is one of the greatest fallacies ever perpetuated.

The basic principal of the law of attraction states that everything begins with a thought. Words are thoughts expressed. When they are negative they have the power to harm. When they are positive they have the power to heal.

When we are children we are especially vulnerable to what others say to us; especially our parents and other significant adults. Many problems we experience as adults are directly related to hurtful words said to us when we were growing up.

I remember a man who came to me for counseling. He had lost his job, his wife had left him and he had no friends. He was nice looking, talented and was articulate. In spite of that he had no self-confidence. He saw himself as a "loser," and didn't think life was worth living.

In the course of counseling, he admitted that he was an alcoholic and shared stories about his childhood. He came from a large family. He had a twin brother. They were not identical twins, but were extremely close even though they were not at all alike. His brother was quiet, well behaved, never drawing attention to himself. My client was loud and boisterous, always up for an adventure.

When they were in high school the twin brother was killed in anauto accident. My client was heartbroken. He loved his brother. But what really devastated him was the reaction of his father when the family got news of his brother's death. His father looked at him and said, "I wish it had been you instead of him."

He told me this story, tears streaming down his cheeks, and whispered, "I always thought he liked my brother better than me, but I never realized just how much. After that I really didn't care about much of anything. That's when I started drinking heavily."

While most of us have not had an experience as devastating as my client's, we have all had the experience of being hurt by things that others have said to us. When we are children and often even as adults we don't realize that the negative things the other is saying are almost always a reflection of their problems and issues and don't belong to us. Until we understand that, their words have the power to harm us.

On a brighter note, most of us can remember things that were said to us that made us feel good, valued and proud of ourselves. Those positive messages raised our self-esteem and helped us believe in ourselves. For most of us they outweighed negative things that were said.

One of the most touching examples of the healing power of words was shared by Mary Ann Bird in Guideposts Magazine. Mary Ann was born with a cleft palate. She said, "When I started school my classmates made it clear to me how I must look to others: a little girl with a misshapen lip, crooked nose, lopsided teeth and garbled speech. When classmates would ask, 'What happened to your lip?' I'd tell them I'd fallen and cut it on a piece of glass. Somehow it seemed more acceptable to have suffered an accident than to have been born different." She confided that she was convinced no one outside her family could love her, or even like her. "Then," she said, "I entered Mrs. Leonard's second-grade class.

Every year there was an annual hearing test given at school. It was a "whisper test." Each student was required to go to the classroom door, turn sideways, and block the opposite ear, while the teacher whispered something from her desk, which the child repeated. She said she didn't want the others to know that she could barely hear out of one ear so she just pretended to block her ear when it was her turn.

She wondered what Mrs. Leonard might say to her. The previous year the teacher had said, "The sky is blue." When her turn came, she turned her bad ear toward Mrs. Leonard, plugging up the other just enough to be able to hear. She reported, "I waited, and then came the seven words that changed my life forever." Mrs. Leonard said softly, "I wish you were my little girl."

We are often unaware of the impact our words have. We all have the power to make a difference, for better or worse, in the lives of other people. Awareness is the key.

About the Author

Benni Heacock is the co-author of "The Law of Attraction: The Next Generation"and co-owner of Innovative Parenting LLC, home to the "Missing Secret to Parenting", a company dedicated to helping parents teach the principles of the law of attraction to their children to provide them with the skills to live their best life! For more information and insights

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This is from an old story, back in the '30s, in the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less. A 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" the little boy asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins he had. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing very impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry. As she wiped down the table, there placed neatly beside the empty dish were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae because he had to have enough money to leave her a tip.





TEACHING TEACHERS
 

Her name was Mrs. Thompson. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie.

Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death had been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter-full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty he bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mother used to."

After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer ~ the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did.

And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."



A little girl walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that day was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to the elementary school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning.  The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm her child.

Following the roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword, would cut through the sky. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her child's school. As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up and smile.  Another and another were to follow quickly and with each the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile.

When the mother's car drew up beside the child she lowered the window and called to her, "What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?" The child answered," I am trying to look pretty. God keeps taking my picture."

 
my mother used to ask me...
what the most important part of the body is...
through the years i would take a guess...
at what i thought was the correct...
when i was younger...
i thought sound was very important to us as humans...
so i said...
my ears...
mommy...
she said...
no...
many people are deaf...
but...
you keep thinking about it and i will ask...
you again soon...
several years passed before she asked me again...
since making my first attempt...
i had contemplated the correct answer...
so...
this time i told her...
mommy...
sight is very important to everybody...
so it must be our eyes...
she looked at me and told me...
you are learning fast...
but the answer is not correct...
because there are...
many people who are blind...
stumped again...
i continued my quest for knowledge...
and over the years...
mother asked me a couple more times...
and always her answer was...
no...
but...
you are getting smarter every year my child...
then one year...
my grandfather died...
everybody was hurt...
everybody was crying...
even my father cried...
i remember that especially because...
it was only the second time i saw him cry...
my mom looked at me when it was our turn...
to say our final good bye to my grandfather...
she asked me...
do you know the most important body part yet my dear...
i was shocked when she asked me this now...
i always thought this was a game between her and me...
she saw the confusion on my face and told me...
this question is very important...
it shows that you have really lived in your life...
for every body part you gave me in the past...
i have told you were wrong...
and i have given you an example why...
but...
today is the day you need to learn...
this important lesson...
she looked down at me as only a mother can...
i saw her eyes well up with tears...
she said...
my dear...
the most important body part is your shoulder...
i asked...
is it because it holds up my head...
she replied...
no...
it is because it can hold the head...
of a friend or a loved one when...
they cry...
everybody needs a shoulder to cry on...
sometime in life...
my dear...
i only hope that you have enough love...
and friends that you will always...
have a shoulder to cry on when you need it...
then and there...
i knew the most important body part is not a selfish one...
it is made for others and not for yourself...
it is sympathetic to the pain of others...
people will forget what you said...
people will forget what you did...
but...
people will never forget how you made them feel...
good people are like stars...
you don't always see them...
but...
you always know they are there...


 

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