I usually write my own blogs, but I could not resist posting this! These are five of the most dramatic lessons I have read in a long time. I hope they help you! Please read them over and over!!!
I would like to thank Davey Wavey for posting the link on Twitter!
FIVE GREAT LESSONS:
The Important Things Life Teaches You…
1. Most Important Question
During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a
pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the
questions, until I read the last one: What is the first name of the
woman who cleans the school?
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman
several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would
I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank.
Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count
toward our quiz grade. Absolutely, said the professor. In your careers
you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your
attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say ‘hello.’
I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.
2. Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her-generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxi cab. She seemed to be in a big hurry! She wrote down his address, thanked him and drove away. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man’s door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached. It read: Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes but my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband’s bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others. Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole
3. Always remember those who serve
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? Fifty
cents, replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his
pocket and studied a number of coins in it. How much is a dish of plain
ice cream? He inquired. Some people were now waiting for a table and
the waitress was a bit impatient. Thirty-five cents, she said
brusquely. The little boy again counted the 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 departed. When the waitress came back, she began wiping
down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw. There, placed
neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies-her tip.
4. The Obstacle in Our Path
In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then
he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.
Some of the king’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply
walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads
clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching
the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the
stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he
finally succeeded. As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he
noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse
contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the
gold was for the person who moved the boulder from the roadway. The
peasant learned what many others never understand. Every obstacle
presents an opportunity to improve one’s condition.
5. Giving Blood
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at Stanford Hospital,
I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and
serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived
the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the
illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little
brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his blood to
his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep
breath and saying, Yes, I’ll do it if it will save Liz. As the
transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled,
as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face
grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked
with a trembling voice, Will I start to die right away? Being young,
the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to
give his sister all of his blood.