One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The donkey cried piteously for hours while the farmer tried to figure out a way to get him up. Finally he decided that it was probably impossible and the donkey was old and the well was still dry, so it just was not worth trying to get up the ass. So the farmer asked his neighbors to come over and help him fill the well. Everyone took shovels and started shoveling earth into the well.
First, when the donkey realized what was happening he cried horribly. Then, to everyone's surprise, he calmed down and let out some happy cry spirit. Some groundbreaking later saw the farmer down the well to see what was happening and was amazed at what he saw. With each shovelful soil that fell on the donkey's back, he shook it off and took a step upward.
All the while the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel earth on top of the donkey, he continued to shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, to everyone's surprise, the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off!
Moral: Life will shoveling soil on you. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Every adversity can be turned into a springboard. The way to get out of the deepest well is by never giving up, but by shaking it up and take a step up.
What happens to you is not nearly as important as how you react to it.
Right now I'm in the middle of a estate. One of the things I wanted to have and which now decorate my home is a parchment-like piece with paintings of Native Americans on. In the middle dances a decorated horse. It was my uncle, who was very culturally interested, who came over this work of art, which he then framed under glass. For me, the artwork has a special meaning when one of the things I was intrigued by when I first looked at the church was the link between the Book of Mormon and America's indigenous peoples. Furthermore, the Book of Mormon accused of being false on the basis of the horses mentioned in the Book of Mormon. Today we know that horses have been precolumbiansk in America, but it was not until recently that research came up with this. Personally, I have no idea if my Native American art at home with a dancing horse in the late dated, or if it's something very old, but I really appreciate the horse in the picture, which really seems to be associated with the people that are around you.
A fb group that I receive updates from the uppskattat.se They often have very nice message and today they shared with him a story about an American man, whose economy had gone bust when he was seriously injured in a car accident. One evening he saw the equivalent of antique round on television. He balked when they showed up an Indian blanket which turned out to be very costly. The man himself had such a blanket at home and decided to find out what it was worth. The exciting story you can take part of the Youttube clip below.
Apparently it was found in Bear Bryant's wallet after he died in 1982. Bear Bryant was the longtime coach of the Alabama Crimson Tide.
Here's what it says:
Imagine That you won The Following PRIZE In a contest. Each morning your bank would deposit $ 86,400 in your private account for you to spend. However there were some rules:
Everythingthat you didnt spend During each day would be taken away from you.
You Can not transfer money into someother account.
You can only spend it.
Each morning When You wake up, the banking plaster another $ 86,400 in your account.
The bank can end the game without warning; at Any Time.
It can simply say "Game Over!" And close the account.
And You Will not Get a new one.
What Would You Do?
You would buy anything and everything you wanted, right? Not only for yourself, but for all the people you love and care for. Even for people you do not know, Because You Could not possibly spend it all on yourself, right?
You would try to spend every penny, and use it all, Because You knew it would be replenished in the morning, right?
Actually, this game is real!
Each of us ice Already a winner of this prize. We just can not seem to see it. The prize ice TIME!
Wealth ice The ability to fully experience life.
Each morning we wake To Receive 86,400 seconds as a Gift of Life.
When we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited to us.
What We Have Not Used Up That day is forever lost.
Yesterday is forever gone.
Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at Any Time Without Warning.
So, what will you do withyour 86,400 seconds? Those seconds are worth so much morethan The Same Amount in dollars. Think about it and remember to enjoy every second of your life, Because time races by so much more quickly Book than you think. So take care of yourself, be happy, love deeply and enjoy life! Here's Wishing you a wonderful and beautiful day. Start spending!
It's a very inspiring story. As with any story I read, I googled it to try to get the original or validity. It Seems the story above was "inspired" byMarc Levy'S book "If Only It Were True. "
"Imagine there is a bank account That credits your account each morning with $ 86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to distressed during the day.
What would you do? Draw out every cent? Of course!
Each of us HAS Such a bank, it's name is time. Every morning, it credits you 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off at a loose whatever of this you failed to invest to a good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against "tomorrow."
You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, Happiness, and success.
Who does not remember Elder Holland's wonderful speech about depression in which he also talks about his own struggles with depression? He stole Like a Broken Vesselhas many members who are fighting the recognition and support.
Now the Church has published a new video about depression and suicide. it felt blogger and author Seth Adam Smith, Describes in the video his depression and his suicide attempt. The title of the video is "Sitting on the Bench: Thoughs on Sucide Prevention. "It describes how important it is to be a human being where we literally sit on the bench next to the person suffering from depression, and only for that person. Below, I have chosen to once again outsource Elder Holland's speech as well as the church's new video.
Whatever we are doing in our lives. Do not forget that each of us is a beloved child of God and that Jesus Christ is always by your side, even when you do not think so. Remember that your and my life is not only our lives, but also among our fellow human beings life. I think of a scripture in the Book of Mormon, Mosiah where life is described as to how we should live our lives since we received Jesus Christ - we should bear one another's burdens, mourn with those who mourn and comfort those that stand in need of comfort ..
8 And it came to pass that he said to them, 'Look, here are the waters of Mormon (for thus they were called), and since you now wish to enter the fold of God, and called his people, and are willing to bear one another's burdens, that they may be light. 9 yea, and are willing to mourn with those that mourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and wherever ye may be in, even until death, that ye may be redeemed of God, and be numbered among those who belong to the first resurrection, that ye may have eternal life - (Mosiah 18: 8-9)
I remember when I was a relatively new member. Suddenly I met Kim (fingr. Name) a girl from the congregation. I knew she had met a guy outside the church and I asked her how it went. Today I do not remember what Kim answered that question, but I think they were engaged. My comment was probably something like a question of what the fiance liked the church. That's when she dropped the bomb. Kim looked at me as if she thought, but she does not know it, and said: "but Gunnel, I'm not a member of the church anymore. I've left it.”
I remember how strongly I reacted. My shock at the news brought tears run from my side. Kim was probably a little surprised and said something like that "but it is not so bad". I replied, heaving something like that "it is certain". We are changing a few words and I will not forget how Kim said "Church may be true, but it does not suit me."After our meeting, so the idea came up to me about the crucifixion took Jesus. Probably not, but he did not jump in anyway.
Today I have become hardened in some way. Although it is not fun to hear about members who leave the church so I did not cry when I hear it. I have accepted and feel that life is actually quite complex. A few days ago, I ran into an old parishioner at the tram. In fact, I do not know if she is a member anymore. We chatted with each other and she mentioned her living apart. I asked if it was the same guy that she had met a few years ago, and that was it. Since I had seen her on the Eve Day (a women's day in the church) the year before, so I asked her if she was going to go on this year's Eve Day. Yes, she did, but she did not know when it would be. It unfortunately did not either, but how it was that she said she would find out.
How should we as active members respond to those members who are less active or may not be members at all anymore? I myself think now is not so much on it. I have a friend who is disabled member and sometime just sometimes we can get into the church. Mostly so I do not mean that she is actually a member of the same church as I do. I think, as a member of the church, we should just be ourselves. Have we spent time before our friend was disabled so we can still hang out, we hejat at each other before he or she became disabled, we can still cheer for each other. More difficult than it's probably not.
The famous blogger Jana Riess held a contest a while ago about the best story. Those who felt that the hen had a good story could share it, and the best stories published Jana on her blog. One of these stories is called "Love that weeps at your side; a prayer for compassion Mormon."It's Alexandra Michelle Rucinski who wrote down his story about how it is to be inactive in the church and its members welcome. I think the story is very appealing and nice so therefore I have translated it.
"She sat in front of my family in sacrament meeting. She was just a child, but I knew she had done something very bad. Everyone in our church was talking about her. My mother leaned toward me and whispered in my ear. "Where is Sara. She will have a baby with her boyfriend."My mother's tone of voice confirmed that Sara had done something wrong. She was not married. It was not meant for her to become pregnant. I saw her in the hall later that day and said "Sarah Hi!"Even though I had never spoken to her before. She barely smiled at me, and was so sad and alone with her growing belly. I never saw her again in the church.
A number of years later, I sat inside the bishop together with my boyfriend. "We are considering to exclude you from church"Said the bishop. We had just made up the plans for our son's baby blessing. Now, we sat and discussed the possibility of having to kick me out of the ward. All my blessings that I have received in the church would be removed. My sealing to my family would no longer be valid. "What you have done is the second most severe after murder"The bishop said calmly, as if I did not understand that his carefully chosen words meant as an unwed mother, I would have done something in the church's eyes almost equated with shedding someone's blood. I wish I could say that I was strong. I wish I could say to him that I was almost a killer, but even in the midst of all the cruelty so I respected my episcopal authority. I sat there and cried. I left the office, picked up my four days old baby, and cried some more. Before the meeting, so I was hoping to remain in the church. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I would not be a new "Sara"In my ward. But now I was the one who had no desire to come back. You can say I chose to be offended if you want. You might say that I should have come to church regardless. You can come with many different excuses, but the truth is, when I most needed to the church so I got no sympathy. They slammed the door in front of my face.
A few weeks after meeting with the bishop, I received a letter in which the bishop informed me that they would not exclude me, but that I would lose the equality of instead [not allowed to take communion, do not get to have offices in the church or give speeches]. But then the damage was already done. I did not feel welcome, nor I felt loved. I felt just lonely. It's been two years since. A few weeks ago, I went on to receive visits female teachers for the first time. I felt nervous, but it was a new bishop [församlingsföretåndare] now and his wife wanted to meet me. She felt different ... and I jumped in any case she would be different.
We met a few blocks from my home, our two year old son was playing while we spoke. I lowered my guard and told her what had happened to me. She listened to everything I told her and then she wept. She cried a lot. For the first time, there was someone in the church who cried with me and cared about the pain I had gone through. She said she was sorry that this had happened, and I knew she meant it. For the first time in a long time so showed me a member of the church charity. No shame or any judgment, just pure love, the kind who are crying with you. The kind that does not have an agenda. If I ever come back it will be for people like her. Sometimes it is enough that someone really listens and shows pure compassion. Inactive people I do not have cakes and half-hearted comments. We do not need letter that tells us that the light is missing in our lives. We need to get you Mormons to do what you sang about in primary [child group]. We need you to try to be like Jesus. "
Alexandra Michelle Rucinski, 25, lives in Iowa, Where She is a stay-at-home mother to an energetic, beautiful son. Her love of writing was born from reading as many books as she Could get her hands on as a child, and from daily journaling. Particularly She enjoys reading memoirs, Noting thatthere is much We Can Learn from the life stories of others.