Climb 'Til Your Dream Comes True

Often your tasks will be many,

And more than you think you can do. 

Often the road will be rugged

And the hills insurmountable, too. 

But always remember, 

The hills ahead

Are never as steep as they seem, 

And with Faith in your heart

Start upward

And climb 'til you reach your dream. 

For nothing in life that is worthy

Is ever too hard to achieve

If you have the courage to try it, 

And you have the faith to believe. 

For faith is a force that is greater

Than knowledge or power or skill, 

And many defeats turn to triumph

If you trust in God's wisdom and will. 

For faith is a mover of mountains, 

There's nothing that God cannot do, 

So, start out today with faith in your heart, 

And climb 'til your dream comes true

by: Helen Steiner Rice

Still I Rise By Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may tread me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? 

Why are you beset with gloom? 

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? 

Bowed head and lowered eyes? 

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? 

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? 

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

Send a Drop of Kindness

Send a drop of kindness,  And see a happy face. A drop of kindness goes real far, It may even reach outer space. Send a drop of love, And feel a loving embrace. It feels so good to feel like, You are in the right place. Send a drop of hope, But be that shinning star. Hope is wonderful to have, But sometimes you can't sit away so far. Send a drop of faith, With a single prayer. And God will show the way, As faith is always there. by  Julie Hebert, © 2012

Its upto you.. What you believe..

There may be lot of things thrown at you- good or bad or may be worst. It's upto you what you believe. Things may be bad but they will not be same forever, its upto you, how you are gonna change them.

Life

LIFE, believe, is not a dream 

So dark as sages say; 

Oft a little morning rain 

Foretells a pleasant day. 

Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, 

But these are transient all; 

If the shower will make the roses bloom, 

O why lament its fall ? 

Rapidly, merrily, 

Life's sunny hours flit by, 

Gratefully, cheerily, 

Enjoy them as they fly ! 

What though Death at times steps in 

And calls our Best away ? 

What though sorrow seems to win, 

O'er hope, a heavy sway ? 

Yet hope again elastic springs, 

Unconquered, though she fell; 

Still buoyant are her golden wings, 

Still strong to bear us well. 

Manfully, fearlessly, 

The day of trial bear, 

For gloriously, victoriously, 

Can courage quell despair !

By

Charlotte Brontë

Positive Thinking

Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, “If I were any better, I would be twins!”

He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, “I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?” Jerry replied, “Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.’ I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.”

“Yeah, right, it’s not that easy,” I protested.

“Yes it is,” Jerry said. “Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It’s your choice how you live life.”

I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body. I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, “If I were any better, I’d be twins. Wanna see my scars?”

I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. “The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door,” Jerry replied. “Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live.”

“Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?” I asked. Jerry continued, “The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, ‘He’s a dead man.’ I knew I needed to take action.”

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me,” said Jerry. “She asked if I was allergic to anything. ‘Yes,’ I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply… I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Bullets!’ Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.”

Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.

By Francie Baltazar-Schwartz

Digging for Gold

When I was a young boy in Santa Cruz, California I used to help my Grandfather in the fields by his home. This was not his land but back in those days it was not unusual to barter with the neighbours to work it for them so he could grow the vegetables that he loved. He would then share them with the neighbour for payment. He grew corn, beans, peas, zucchini, cucumbers and garlic. And nobody could grow bigger dahlias than my Grandfather.

As I worked along side him he used to love to tell this story of a man named Giuseppe (Joe) and his wife who moved to a new farm with their three sons. They were settling into the new community when a nearby farmer told Joe that there was gold in the dirt of his new property. Joe took that statement as that there was actual gold in the land. He thought to himself, 'I have three healthy sons, I’ll tell them about it'. Indeed he told his sons that there was gold to be found in their new property. Needless to say his sons actually took charge of their personal enterprise right on their own land. They had visions of what they would do when they found gold. Each son had a different vision. For as young as they were, they set up quite a professional approach in the digging for gold.

They began in one corner with a certain width and kept going until they got to the end. Once they got to the property line they would start another swath and go back the other direction. They began to realize that digging for gold was fun! This procedure went on for about six months and they still weren’t through going through the whole property.

Meanwhile Joe thought he would plant some crops in the area where the dirt had been turned thoroughly. He planted corn, tomatoes, potatoes and onions. His sons continued to dig through the soil, determined to find gold. As more dirt was available, Joe planted more crops. An interesting point here is that Joe had never farmed before but it had always been a dream of his to do so.

As each different crop became ready to be harvested Joe started to realize that there was more than he and his family could ever eat. One of Joe’s neighbours suggested that he set up a vegetable stand. Joe and his wife did that very thing. They called it Joe and Family Vegetables. Joe even had to leave some crops on the ground because he had more than enough to meet the demands at the vegetable stand.

What were Joe’s sons doing in the meantime? They were still working the land even after they had finished the entire parcel. They started once again in the original corner, working in the leftover plant material while they were still on their quest to find gold.

This process went on for years and Joe and his wife became quite wealthy from their little vegetable stand. They were even able to send their sons off to college simply because they wanted to find gold.

Remember at the beginning of the story when Joe was told by his new neighbour that there was gold in the land? Well, the truth is, Joe’s understanding of the English language was less than perfect. His new neighbour friend actually told him that his land had rich soil. So you can see where the concept of gold came in.

Did Joe’s sons become slaves to the digging? No, they were inspired because they had visions of what money could do for them and did not focus on the money itself.

Is there a way we can take this story to a higher level? Yes, the Universe provides us opportunity and sometimes dangles the carrot to inspire us. In essence, Joe’s sons were inspired with the possibility of finding gold in the soil. Some of you I’m sure will draw your own meaning, but here is one to consider. Go out and pretend that there is gold in all your challenges and setbacks so that you can be inspired to motivate yourself to allow the Universe to provide all that you need and then some.

The Universe will never give up on you, if you never give up on yourself.

Written by Tony Masiello

When the wind blows!

Years ago a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands, however, most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops.

As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals. Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. 'Are you a good farm hand?' the farmer asked him.

'Well, I can sleep when the wind blows,' answered the little man. Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help decided to hired him.

The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt well satisfied with the his work. Then one night the wind howled in loudly from offshore. Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, 'Get up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!'

The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, 'No sir, told you, I can sleep when the wind blows.'

Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coop and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down. Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.

Moral: When you're prepared spiritually, mentally and physically, you have nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life?

Not your ordinary sand castle

Morning stretched itself awake as I made my way down to the shore and joined the handful of early risers. Lazy edges of waves lapped gently over my feet and I scrunched my toes in warm sand. Good time to build a sand castle. It was modestly done mostly for relaxation and meditation. Not a thing anyone would pause to admire. After I finished the basic shape, I began to decorate the form with shells. A boy about eight years of age walked up and began to kick at the castle. I wondered what was in his mind for him to do such a thing?

What happened next, happened quickly. I held out my hand filled with shells and said, 'Here, help me put these on.' He stopped kicking, looked at me for several seconds, then took the shells and began to place them on the castle. We decorated in comfortable silence. I'm out of shells,' he said after several minutes. 'Get more,' I replied. He did, giving some to me. After a while, another little boy came along and started to kick the castle. My little boy started to fight him. I said, 'Give him some shells.' The new boy worked with us for a couple of minutes, then left.

When the entire exterior was covered in shells and shell fragments, we stepped back to look at our work. 'We did a good job,' I said, 'Thank you.' He looked at me, looked at the castle, said it was time for him to go and he left. I watched for a while as he walked away and wondered how long our sand castle would remain in tact, then I left for the day. Early the next morning, I went down to the site. The shell-adorned castle, remarkably, had been allowed to just be. It was evident that only nature had touched it with its tide.

Thoughts about this moment in time with the little boy wove in and out of my consciousness that day. He must have been surprised when I didn't yell at him to stop his kicking, or take even more aggressive action towards him. It certainly surprised me when I felt inspired to suggest he help. Yes, I extended my hand to him, but he chose to invest his time and energy into his ornamental efforts and then felt a need to protect the creation when someone sought to destroy it. He had put some part of himself into the project. I realized that perhaps for human consciousness, Investment equals Connection. I realized how different life might be if we assumed our connection first. Investment in each other and our world would be automatic.

As I gave this moment on the beach even more consideration, I thought that if we don't feel or perceive our connection to something or someone, it's easy to either not care about it or them, or to destroy without thought or awareness. I do accept what physics reveals to us: All in existence is comprised of the same energy that is everywhere in the universe. The only separation is, ultimately, in our minds. Quantum physics reveals that after we peel away all layers of manifestation, absolutely nothing is there. Nothing but the consciousness in all things - our shared consciousness, I would add - and the potential for manifestation. Whether we call that consciousness the Creator or we call it Pudding doesn't matter. It's real. It's who we are. We just haven't fully understood that yet.

From time to time, I wonder if that moment is one the boy remembers - if it had any influence in his life. He should be a young adult now. That moment is still a golden thread in my life's tapestry. It was a lovely, peaceful solution. I realize still, that when someone gives me a challenge, if appropriate, I give them some 'shells.' If I and others, practice peaceful solutions with smaller problems, we may one day seek to find peaceful ways to deal with the really big ones.

                                                                Written by Joyce Shafer

DREAM BIG AND DARE TO FAIL

Conquer mountains tall and oceans deep,

Overcome every hill and dale,

Reach for the stars in the universe,

Dream big and dare to fail.

You'r neve too old or never to young

To reach places no one else has been,

Do the things that stir your soul,

And keep doing them over again.

Jump off mountains or out of airplanes,

Start living, if you have never fought

To live a life that will stir your heart,

It makes no difference if you succeed or not.

What matters most is the challenge

By doing things that make others pale,

Statt doing the deeds that some dare not.

Dream big and dare to fail.

What does it matter if you don't succeed,

It only matters that you feel the pride

Of putting some excitement into your life

And of knowing that at least you tried.

Don't be afraid to to lose or fail,

Just give it all you've got,

You will find your life more rewarding

If in its enthusiasm you get caught.

Aim for theose stars high in the sky

And never settle for anything less,

Don't even ask how far they are

And don't even try to guess.

Just reach out as far as you can,

For that is all you need to do

To fufill all your wishes and dreams,

And to find the real you.

So try living a life of excitement,

Go on a search for the Holy Grail,

Do things that will stir your soul,

Dream big and dare to fail.

by

William C. Glessing, USA

"Hope Is The Thing With Feathers" by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul - 

And sings the tune without the words - 

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - 

And sore must be the storm - 

That could abash the little Bird 

That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land - 

And on the strangest Sea - 

Yet - never - in Extremity, 

It asked a crumb - of me.

"It Couldn't Be Done" by Edgar A. Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done, 

But, he with a chuckle replied 

That "maybe it couldn’t," but he would be one 

Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.

So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin 

On his face. If he worried he hid it. 

He started to sing as he tackled the thing 

That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you’ll never do that; 

At least no one has done it"; 

But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, 

And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.

With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, 

Without any doubting or quiddit, 

He started to sing as he tackled the thing 

That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,

There are thousands to prophesy failure;

There are thousands to point out to you one by one,

The dangers that wait to assail you.

But just buckle it in with a bit of a grin,

Just take off your coat and go to it;

Just start to sing as you tackle the thing

That "couldn't be done" and you'll do it.

"Start Where You Stand" by Berton Braley

Start where you stand and never mind the past; 

The past won't help you in beginning new, 

If you have left it all behind at last 

Why that's enough, you're done with it, you're through;

This is another chapter in the book, 

This is another race that you have planned, 

Don't give the vanished days a backwards look, 

Start where you stand.

The world won't care about your old defeats 

If you can start anew and win success; 

The future is your time, and time is fleet 

And there is much of work and strain and stress;

Forget the buried woes and dead despairs, 

Here is a brand-new trial right at hand, 

The future is for him who does and dares, 

Start where you stand.

Old failures will not hald, old triumphs aid, 

To-day's the thing, tomorrow will soon be; 

Get in the fight, and face it unafraid, 

And leave the past to ancient history.

What has been has been; yesterday is dead 

And by it, you are neither blessed or banned; 

Take courage, man, be brave and drive ahead, 

Start where you stand.

O Little Root of a Dream

O little root of a dream 

you hold me here 

no longer visible to anyone, 

undermined by blood, 

that there may be speech, of earth, 

property of death.
Curve a face

here, where you read me blind,
of ardor, of
things with eyes, even

even 

to the letter.
here, 
where you 

refute me, 

Reproduced from The Griffin Poetry Prize Anthology: Selections from the 2001 Shortlist, published by House of Anansi Press. Originally from Glottal Stop: 101 Poems by Paul Celan. Copyright © 2000 by translators Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh and reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press. All rights reserved.

Take the life like a lion...

If I want to live it, I will...

Prove them wrong...

Most motivational speech I get from people is I can't do something and I get inspired to prove them wrong. Yes I can do it...

Go out there and show what you are...

If I am gonna die while trying to go for my dream, then its worth it....

Don't Count The Cost : Just go for it...

You don't need to worry about the demands of your dream, you only need to worry about what is your dream and how you are going to get it... 

If you want it just go for it.. Take it from your full heart.. You will definately get it.

Who Am I ??? I am the Champion..

I am the Champion. I am the Champion. I am the Champion.

Be Fearless