Between ages 18 and 22, he was a railroad conductor and failed.
He joined the army and washed out there.
He applied for law school, he was rejected.
He became an insurance sales man and failed again.
At age 19 he became a father.
At age 20 his wife left him and took their baby daughter.
He became a cook and dishwasher in a small cafe.
He failed in an attempt to kidnap his own daughter, and eventually he convinced his wife to return home.
At age 65 he retired.
On the 1st day of retirement he received a check from the Government for $105.
He felt that the Government was saying that he couldn’t provide for himself.
He decided to commit suicide, life wasn’t worth living anymore; he had failed so much.
He sat under a tree writing his will, but instead, he wrote what he would have accomplished with his life. He realized there was much more that he hadn’t yet done. There was one thing he could do better than anyone he knew. And that was how to cook.
So he borrowed $87 against his check and bought and fried up some chicken using his recipe, and went door to door to sell them to his neighbors in Kentucky.
Remember, at age 65 he was ready to commit suicide.
But at age 88 Colonel Sanders, founder of Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) Empire was a billionaire.
Moral of the story: It’s never too late to start all over.
MOST IMPORTANLY, IT’S ALL ABOUT YOUR ATTITUDE. NEVER GIVE UP NO MATTER HOW HARD IT GETS.
You have what it takes to be successful. Go for it and make a difference.
It isn’t just those we see who hide behind the mask, or our self for that matter. We are told to “test the spirits”.
Question: if spirit rarely states their name, does this mean we lose our identity once we transition? Or is our identity coalesced with every previous identity we’ve ever experienced, therefore, nullifying, or making insignificant any name we’ve previously held? If the unseen do give a name, is it being used to manipulate, to hook the emotion and drag the energy here and there? Or is the intention pure?
Perhaps our “essence” becomes our life signature instead of a name when we cross the veil.
Darkness of Day, my love.
Make it go away, my love.
The view of the rising sun, so beautiful, my love.
Sit with me my love, let us see, my love.
And each day hereafter, my love, let there be peace.
In every exchange, we are either taking from someone’s ‘cup’ or we add to it. I have a relation who always took from the cup, and always replaced it with that which is not good … guilt trips and manipulations. My cup became empty except for these things which goodness was replaced with. I became ill, physically, mentally ill. Since I know this is how it will remain (after 50 years this is a given) I was forced to sever the relation giving and receiving, I had to learn to protect my ‘cup’ from this one, and others.
When we take and take, never giving anything worthwhile in return, the cup we’ve been accustomed to taking from will become depleted. The cup holder will have no choice but to sever relation in order to replenish their now empty, or suffering, cup.
Every taking must be balanced with a giving, and what is given must be healthy and nourishing in order to keep the reciprocity going in a healthy, balanced matter. Fights happen, relationships break up, all due to the lack of balanced reciprocation.
I do not know why some in this world spend time taking from others cups without putting anything good back in. Perhaps they are so depleted they have nothing to give, or perhaps they have no desire to keep balance, only to possess that which they see as good.
This goes for ALL relations, physical, and those which are of spirit. If any of it leaves one depleted, then it is not good for us. We cannot force someone to be better balance makers, for only when they have been utterly depleted will they know the value of the gift.
Protect your ‘cup’, the sacred goblet which houses your spirit and soul. Your sacred ‘chalice’, the mind and body and every thing it holds (Emotion, Energy).
Life’s experiences will teach us much should we choose to see the lesson and act upon it.
A coworker said to me today, “You’re always so happy.” I smiled and replied, “It is a choice I make, every morning, and a continuous, conscious effort throughout the day.”
In no way am I saying this is easy, however it IS getting easier. In the rare occasions I come up against someone in authority (or anyone for that matter) having a bad moment, I have learned that I must take advantage of these moments, and teach myself to roll with it, and let it go.
Feelings … it is good to be soft, and it is good to be firm … be firm in your softness.
Isn’t it cool that we are everything, simultaneously? When you think of time collapsing, and visualize yourself as a young playful child, and an abused child, and a happy, seeing wonder in everything teen, to a loving adult who may later have trust betrayed, to a single woman (or man), finding their self and loving their self again as an older version of that loving, wonderment of a teen.
Pancake, feeling it all in a mixed up soup of a life … mind blowing, and cause for extreme gratefulness.
Strength comes from trials, and to know love prevails through it all is an awesome reality!
I have been abused, loved, and taken advantage of … and I have given these things to others as well. WE share ALL experiences … in one fashion, to a greater or lesser degree, even while denial may say it isn’t true.
When we finally see our self in each other ~ pain, love, compassion, and desire to be more joyful, or talented or whatever, sharing similar experiences, with varying responses ~ life becomes magical, a true, stunning experience.
I once stapled the end of my finger off. The doctor picked out the bone chips and sewed it back on, right through the nail. As it healed I would stare at it in amazement. It actually grew back together! I now retain most feeling in that fingertip also.
The mind, when it is completely scrambled by a traumatic event or events, and perhaps there is a thought that no thing will ever be learned again, and love will never come again because of the damage … when things start to progress, and skills are learned, a surprise happens, an understanding that the human mind, body, and spirit really can overcome very much, and still return to love and health.
Certainly, some of these understandings can take years to form, and the pain, fear, doubt, and many other emotions will appear to win the tug-of-war. Yet we are resilient … and by practicing patience, knowing Creator often does things in a time line that does not always seem fair, or appropriate (to us), always turns out to be just perfect.
Learning patience is one of the most difficult lessons. Controlling anxiety and frustrations while practicing patience nearly impossible … but it IS possible, and the more it is practiced, the easier it becomes.
Life is a dance, and we are our own partner. When we learn to dance and smile and laugh and experience joy through it all, gaining a clearer understanding through previous trials, then we can share the dance with others more heartedly, and be more grateful for it.