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Posted: June 23, 2012 in STORY
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Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the

House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place

and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the

stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway

with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his

great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little

dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great

smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and

friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, “This is a

wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often.”

In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as

the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs

and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the

1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them

and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he

left, he thought to himself, “That is a horrible place, and I will never go

back there again.”


All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do


you see in the faces of the people you meet?




Posted: June 22, 2012 in STORY
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It was a stormy winter’s day in New York City when Mrs Spodek left
the downtown Manhattan hospital with her wheelchair bound son in
tow. The blistery wind swept across the face of the buildings sending
drifts of snow into people’s path. The 20 feet from the building to the
bus stop took almost every ounce of Mrs Spodek’s strength. Finally
they reached the bus stop.
And they waited. A bus came by but it did not have the handicapped
leaning capability, which makes it easier for wheelchairs to board and
ride the buses. Despite the ravaging cold, Mrs Spodek decided to
wait a little longer.
Finally ten minutes later another bus comes by and this bus as well,
was not properly equipped with a lift for the wheelchair. Looking down
and the ice forming a ledge on her son’s face, Mrs Spodek realized
that her son could not wait any longer. It was simply too cold.
The bus pulled up and Mrs Spodek reached down and began to lift up
the wheelchair all by herself.
“Hey lady, ” called out the driver, “this bus does not have lift for that
wheelchair. You are going to have to wait for the next bus”.
“Excuse me”, responded Mrs Spodek as she struggled under the
weight of the wheelchair, anticipating the slippery sidewalk, “but if I
wait any longer my son here is going to freeze. You have no choice
but to take us on this bus”.
Two passengers jumped down to help mother and son makes it onto
the bus. They awkwardly manoeuvred their way trying to keep the
little boy as comfortable as is possible in the narrow walkway.
Meanwhile, the bus driver continued grumbling and mumbling about
“the nerve of that lady pushing her way onto the bus”.
As they settled into their seats, a voice could be heard from the back
of the bus, “Hey lady, you should not worry one bit. Your son is not
the one with the handicap. Your son is just fine if you ask me” came
the loud baritone voice from the Yankee cap and shirt sitting in the
back of the bus. “I will tell you who is handicapped lady, “continued
the man pausing then for effect. Then in a booming voice that could
have been heard half way across Manhattan he hit his final statement
home, “It is the bus driver who has the handicap lady. His mind is
“Wisdom Pearls” 95
Tears rolled down Mrs Spodek’s frozen cheeks as she nodded her
head in agreement.
Thirty minutes later when Mrs Spodek rang the bell to step off the
bus, the driver pulled all the way over to the side of the road,
unbuckled his seat belt and joined in helping mother and son
Just before the driver turned to go back to the bus he coughed and
cleared his throat and said, “Sorry lady. I was wrong”.
Mrs Spodek responded with “Thank you for saying so”.
Then looking at the boy in the wheelchair, the big burly New York bus
driver bent down and said, “You are lucky to have such a nice Mom”.
With a twinkle sparkling in the corner of his eye, the little Spodek
looked back into the driver’s eyes and said, “We were lucky to have a
nice driver”.
The driver turned to go back on the bus but not before the Spodek’s
heard him start to cry. “What a kid. What a kid”.

A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours
before her flight. She hunted for a book in an airport shop, bought a
bag of cookies and found a place to drop. She was engrossed in her
book but happened to see that the man sitting beside her, as bold as
could be. He grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which
she tried to ignore to avoid a scene. So she munched the cookies and
watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I
wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.” With each cookie she took,
he took one too. When only one was left, she wondered what he
would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the
last cookie and broke it in half. He offered her half, as he ate the
other. She snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother! This guy
has some nerve and he’s also rude. Why he didn’t even show any
gratitude! She had never known when she had been so galled and
sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her
belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the
thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat, and then she sought her
book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage,
she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies in front of her
eyes. If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his,
and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief that she was the rude
one, the ingrate, the thief.
How many times in our lives, have we absolutely known that
something was a certain way, only to discover later that what we
believed to be true … was not?

Sir Edmund Hillary was the first man to climb Mount Everest. On May

29, 1953 he scaled the highest mountain then known to man-29, 000

feet straight up. He was knighted for his efforts. He even made

American Express card commercials because of it! However, until we

read his book, High Adventure, we don’t understand that Hillary had

to grow into this success. You see, in 1952 he attempted to climb

Mount Everest, but failed. A few weeks later a group in England

asked him to address its members. Hillary walked on stage to a

thunderous applause. The audience was recognizing an attempt at

greatness, but Edmund Hillary saw himself as a failure. He moved

away from the microphone and walked to the edge of the platform. He

made a fist and pointed at a picture of the mountain. He said in a loud

voice, “Mount Everest, you beat me the first time, but I’ll beat you the

next time because you’ve grown all you are going to grow… but I’m

still growing!”

When she looked ahead, Florence Chadwick saw nothing but a solid

wall of fog. Her body was numb. She had been swimming for nearly

sixteen hours.

Already she was the first woman to swim the English Channel in both

directions. Now, at age 34, her goal was to become the first woman to

swim from Catalina Island to the California coast.

On that Fourth of July morning in 1952, the sea was like an ice bath

and the fog was so dense she could hardly see her support boats.

Sharks cruised toward her lone figure, only to be driven away by rifle

shots. Against the frigid grip of the sea, she struggled on – hour after

hour – while millions watched on national television.

Alongside Florence in one of the boats, her mother and her trainer

offered encouragement. They told her it wasn’t much farther. But all

she could see was fog. They urged her not to quit. She never had . . .

until then. With only a half mile to go, she asked to be pulled out.

Still thawing her chilled body several hours later, she told a reporter,

“Look, I’m not excusing myself, but if I could have seen land I might

have made it.” It was not fatigue or even the cold water that defeated

her. It was the fog. She was unable to see her goal.

Two months later, she tried again. This time, despite the same dense

fog, she swam with her faith intact and her goal clearly pictured in her

mind. She knew that somewhere behind that fog were land and this

time she made it! Florence Chadwick became the first woman to swim

the Catalina Channel, eclipsing the men’s record by two hours!


Posted: June 20, 2012 in STORY
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On a flight from Johannesburg, a middle-aged, well-off white South

African Lady has found herself sitting next to a black man. She called

the cabin crew attendant over to complain about her seating.

“What seems to be the problem Madam?” asked the attendant.

“Can’t you see?” she said, “You’ve sat me next to a black. I can’t

possibly sit next to this disgusting human. Find me another seat!”

“Please calm down, Madam.” the stewardess replied. “The flight is

very full today, but I’ll tell you what I’ll do – I’ll go and check to see if

we have any seats available in club or first class.”

The woman cocks a snooty look at the outraged black man beside

her (not to mention many of the surrounding passengers).

A few minutes later the stewardess returns with the good news, which

she delivers to the lady, who cannot help but look at the people

around her with a smug and self-satisfied grin:

“Madam, unfortunately, as I suspected, economy is full. I’ve spoken to

the cabin services director, and club is also full. However, we do have

one seat in first class.”

Before the lady has a chance to answer, the stewardess continues…

“It is most extraordinary to make this kind of upgrade, however, and I

have had to get special permission from the captain. But, given the

circumstances, the captain felt that it was outrageous that someone

should be forced to sit next such an obnoxious person.”

Having said that, the stewardess turned to the black man sitting next

to the lady, and said:

So if you’d like to get your things, sir, I have your seat ready for


At which point, apparently the surrounding passengers stood and

gave a standing ovation while the black man walked up to the front of

the plane…