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Put the glass downBy Jay Shukla Posted on October 1, 2013

A Professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see and asked the students, "Howmuch do you think this glass weighs?""50g!" ...."100g!" ..... "125g!" ... the students answered."I really don't know unless I weigh it," said the professor, "but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a fewminutes?""Nothing" ... the students said."Okay what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?" the professor asked."Your arm would begin to ache," said one of the student."You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?""Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress and paralysis and have to go to hospital for sure!" ventured anotherstudent and all the students laughed ..."Very good, But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?" asked the professor."No" was the answer."Then what caused the arm ache and the muscle stress?"The students were puzzled."What should I do now to come out of pain?" asked professor again."Put the glass down!" said one of the students.

"Exactly!" said the professor.Life's problems are something like this. Hold it for a few minutes in your head and they seem OK.Think of them for a long time and they begin to ache.Hold it even longer and they begin to paralyze you.You will not be able to do anything.It's important to think of the challenges or problems in your life, but EVEN MORE IMPORTANT is to"PUT THEM DOWN" at the end of every day before you go to sleep.That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh and strong and can handle any issue, any challenge that comes yourway!So, when your day ends today, remember my friends to ...PUT THE GLASS DOWN!

Test Drive Your FaithBy Jodi- Ann E.M. Morgan Posted on September 26, 2013 Have you ever done something that afterwards you were so embarrassed that you couldnt begin to comprehend howyou even thought of doing it? I have... several times... more than Id like to admit . The most recent case in my string ofwhat I term lifes faux pas had me thinking. Actually, it had me feeling worthless. Now and again I would feel rivulets oftears streaming down my cheeks. One day, while feeling submerged in the sea of self pity my mind ran back in time to aconversation I had with my mother. I was pouring out my troubles to her when she responded to me, be grateful.Now this stood out to me for a couple of reasons. First I thought, why would I be grateful for something like this? Then Iremembered some time before I had come to the conclusion that the secret to happiness is truly being grateful. Thismeans at all times, particularly when things are not going well. What this does is help you change your perspective - tofind the positives amidst the cloud of negatives.Then I realized something; even though I had come to the conclusion earlier myself I still needed to be reminded of this.

I believe this is how God works. Sometimes He makes us feel pain in order for us to remember that we still need to begrateful and that we need to have faith. So whenever you feel that you are encountering failure upon failure, just try toremember that going through life resembles a test drive. It may be good or it might be bad, you may meet hills andvalleys, you may even find yourself in the wrong lane but you must have faith. Success may just be around the bend ormiles along but you must keep driving, learning whatever you can from the mistakes made along the journey.Now, I have come to another conclusion. Failure is not bad. One of the biggest failures anyone can make is not failing atall.

If you can please listen to the song entitled, Be Grateful by Walter Hawkins.


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Soul Shine

By Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on September 23, 2013

If you have ever driven in the mountains on a cool, Autumn morning then you know what FOG is. I wasrounding a curve today and drove right into a sea of this fog. I quickly slowed down and turned on my low

beam headlights. Seeing the road ahead was now a struggle. The heavens above were gone and I felt like I had

been transported into a shadow world. Everywhere I looked there was only a dismal grayness. Even the treeslining the side of the road had become frightening, ominous shapes out of some childhood ghost story. I droveon and on through the waves of murk and wondered if it would ever end.

After a while, though, the sun broke through the fog again and the world was transformed. Heavenly beams ofgold now bathed the landscape. The red and yellow leaves glistened on the trees. The river alone side the roadsparkled in the sunshine. Everything seemed full of light and joy once again. I smiled and drove on with a songin my heart. I thanked God too for both the sunshine and the fog, because it had taken them both to remind meagain of just how beautiful this world can be.

In our lives the fog can roll in sometimes too. Things can go wrong. Problems can appear. Difficulties cancontinue. Pains, troubles, and trials can seem to surround us and block out all the light in this life. When thishappens and the world seems covered in gray we need to remember that we too can break through the fog. Wetoo can drive the shadows away with our love. We too can transform the world with our joy. We too can light away through the murkiness for others to follow. God is ready and willing to fill our souls with His love andlight. All He asks is that we share their shine. May all of your foggy days be brief then. May your soul shine

bright. And may you forever strive to live in God's light.

Running Into His ArmsBy Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on September 12, 2013

This life is so full of beautiful moments. All you have to do is open your eyes and your heart to see them. I sawone just the other day. The local elementary school had just let out and I found myself behind a school bus as Iwas driving home. The bus stopped by a house sitting on top of a hill. A little girl no more than 7 years old

hopped down the bus steps and started running up the driveway toward the house. The smile on her face wascontagious. Her long hair was bouncing off her shoulders and her pink backpack was trailing behind her as sheran. I looked up the hill to see where she was going and saw her Dad waiting on her. As she got closer andcloser her Dad smiled and knelt down to greet her. The second she got to him he wrapped his powerful armsaround her and gave her a huge hug.My eyes watered a bit as I watched this scene and remembered all the times my own children had ran into myarms with smiling faces and loving hearts. Every single hug from them was a fountain of youth and a treasureof joy.My lovely trip down memory lane was interrupted when I heard the car behind me honk its horn. I saw theschool bus quickly pulling away and started to follow it again. I did so, however, with a fuller heart and lighter
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spirit than I had before. I took that beautiful moment and stored it safely in my soul where I knew it wouldremain forever.One day we all will leave this school of learning and love and finally get to go home again. I know that when itis my time that I will sprint from that bus and right into my Heavenly Father's arms. I know that my smile willbe bright and my heart will be light. Enjoy your day here at school then. Teach, love, and learn. But know thatone day you will be going home to where the hugs are eternal and the love never ends.

And I Thought I Was Helping Her

By Blu3Dream Posted on September 8, 2013

Not being on a field trip since middle school, I decided to go to a San Francisco museum exhibit for a Saturdayextra credit opportunity. I took BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) from Berkeley to SF. I never used the SanFrancisco's public bus system so I didn't know what to expect except so I stocked up on quarters. While waitingfor the bus, I was holding on to about $2.50 in quarters and fiddling with them in my hands. There was anelderly Chinese lady sitting next to me, also waiting for the bus. She started speaking to me in Chinese and Idon't speak Chinese so I had no option but to communicate to her in English. She was still speaking to me in

Chinese and she pointed to the quarters I had in my hand. Then I thought "Oh, I think she needs money for the bus" so I held out my hand with a fistful of quarters and she took $0.75. I felt good because I just helped out anelderly lady with her bus fare.

When the bus arrived, she handed me a card. I was confused so I looked at the card more carefully then I sawthat it was an unlimited ride monthly pass. She put in the $0.75 cents and I swiped the card. As she found herseat, she pointed back to the card, and I gave her the card back. Then it finally clicked! It would have cost me$2.00 to ride, but she let me use her monthly pass, while she got the senior citizen discount! It saved me $1.25in all! I thought I was helping her with $0.75, but in the end she was helping me the whole time.

A Note to Mom and Dad

By Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on August 28, 2013


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The first hint of what would become my life's avocation and gift to this world came the night I wrote a note tomy Mom and Dad. I was a young teenager and it was the first time I had ever written something that wasn't aschool assignment. That night I just felt a stirring in my heart to let Mom and Dad know how much I lovedthem, how much they meant to me, and how grateful I was to them for all they had given me. Being too shy tosay these things face to face, though, I wrote them down in a note for my parents to find after I went to bed.

Later that night I heard a gentle knocking at my door. Sleepily, I walked over to it and opened it up. There wereMom and Dad with a look of such love on their faces. With trembling arms they hugged me awake and thankedme for my note. Seeing the happiness I had given them made my own heart jump for joy. I was amazed that mysimple words could have touched them so. It was the first time I could ever remember seeing my Dad cry.

That beautiful memory has stayed alive in my soul ever since. It was with me when I wrote my first story andsent it to the local county paper. It was with me when I began to share my stories online with thousands of

people all over this world. It was with me when I published my first book. It is with me now as I write theseworlds. It reminds me that my writing is a gift from God and sharing it with others is my gift to God.

Don't be shy about sharing your many gifts from God with this world. It doesn't matter what they are. They can be talents, skills, brains, or brawn. They can be smiles, hugs, laughter and joy. They can be acts of kindness anda spirit of compassion. They can be your work or your avocation. They can even be a simple note written withlove. All that matters is that you share them. All that matters is that you use them to make this world a littlemore like Heaven.

An Old Pair of Shoes

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I woke up with a stiff and sore back this morning. This was not unusual since my back has given me problemsfor years now, but today no amount of stretching or moving would loosen it up. Still, I had 5 dogs waiting

patiently by the door to go out for their morning walk, so I slowly bent down, put on their leases, and started to pull my shoes on. When I did, though, I saw that my shoes like my body were showing signs of wear. A split

along the seam of a sole let me know that it wouldn't be too long before I would have to replace this pair. I onlywished I could replace my back along with them.

Later after walking the dogs, watching the sunrise, eating breakfast, and talking with God I was feeling a lot better on the inside. My back pain had faded too and my smile had returned. It was then that I remembered aletter a friend had sent me recently. Inside of it she had pasted a delightful picture of an old, worn-out pair ofwork boots sitting on the ground by a porch. Their leather was cracked, their soles were spilt, and their laceswere worn, but they still looked great because inside of them someone had planted a beautiful bunch ofImpatiens. The flowers had grown tall and strong in spite of their curious container. This picture reminded meagain that while my body may feel like a worn out pair of shoes at times, inside of it was a soul that continuedto grow everyday in love, joy, peace, happiness, goodness, and oneness with God.

At some point in your life you need to decide who you really are. Are you the body that grows older everydayor are you the soul within it that remains forever young? One day the loving spirit within you will have to stepout of its worn out pair of shoes and walk on without them. May it walk lightly along the path of love until itreaches its Heavenly Home. And may it bless everyone it meets along the way.

True Treasure

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The flight was ready to take off. My joy knew no bounds when I realized that I had finally broken out of theclutches of family bonding ,parents,relatives and more relatives to face the world independently. New place ,new house and not to forget a house of my own,new job-the one that I had dreamt of and new people not thesame old so called 'blood relatives'. I was euphoric slowly slipping into my imaginary world which was nowgoing to turn real when I heard a mellow at the same time an irritated voice asking me to fasten my seat belt. Iturned to take a look at the person who had in humanely distracted me when I saw a puny girl with pear shapednose and twinkling green eyes. Even though she looked quite cheerful something told me that deep inside shewas filled with immense grief.

We were flying at 100000 feet above sea level when I finally gained the courage to ask her name. After a briefmoment of hesitation she reluctantly told me that her name was Adele and that she was flying to Milan to hostthe Fashion week there. That left me aghast,smacking my head by reminding me of how not to judge a book byits cover and how appearances were indeed deceptive. Before I could say anything in reply she broke out andthis as expected started gaining a lot of attention from my co-passengers. My face turned into a battlefieldwhere feelings of embarrassment,confusion and anger struggled for mastery. I somehow managed to quiten her

but don't assume it to be an easy task. IT takes a lot of "its okay, I know, that's alright,I get it and I'm sorry" butonce you are done with it you'll be filled with the same kind of pride that tenzing Norgay was filled with afterclimbing the Everest.

Anyway at the end of all this I learnt the root cause for all her anxieties. Adele's parents had passed away whenshe was 5 years old in a fatal car accident. Since then she was being raised in an orphanage where in she grewup with not even the faintest idea of life with parents, motherly love, a grandma to force food into your mouth, agrandpa to take a walk with you in the evening, a sister to have fun with, a brother to protect her. To put it all ina nut shell the last 14 years of her life were spent craving for all the above with every day increasing her feelingof loneliness, isolation and not being loved by anyone till one day an elderly people whom she believed to begod in disguise came to adopt her, to love her, to share their lives with her, to make her a part of their little nest.

But how could anything go on right in her life? How could she afford to be happy when the same God hadsomething else equally good in store for her? How could she embark on this journey and make use off thisopportunity by building a good career for herself when all she vouched for was to love and to be loved lying on

the lap of her mother with her father by her side?

She was destined to live alone is what her sponsor has told her in an unsuccessful effort to calm her down whenshe came to know that her soon to be adopted parents had found their daughter whom they believed to be dead?How cruel could God get? When I was attempting to answer all these questions of hers I realized how gifted Iwas to already have a wonderful set of parents and relatives who loved me, cared for me, cried when I cried,laughed when I laughed and spoilt me with gifts whenever they had done something wrong. Even though livingtogether with them did have some demerits. But they seemed to be silly when compared to her qualms.

At that time a tear trickled down my eye and Adele was startled when she felt my hand on her shoulders andheard me calling her 'sister'. This time around she didn't cry but started screeching so loud that a passenger in

the adjacent seat who was busy snoring woke up with his eyebrows arched up staring at us with his inquisitiveeyes. Unware of all this we were busy planning to book tickets back to India to reunite with 'our' family like twocrazy little children trying to touch the clouds.

An act of kindness brings tears

By Brenda FitzPatrick Posted on August 2, 2013

Today I went to CardSmart on my lunch hour to mail a very large package (22 pounds) to my brother-in-lawwho has just been deployed to Afghanistan (third deployment in this war).


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The young lady, Sara, finished weighing the package and told me the cost would be just under $45.

I pulled out my debit card and gave it to her. At that time, the gentleman behind me said, "Excuse me, did I hearyou say that package is going to Afghanistan?"

I said, "Yes, it is for my brother-in-law."

He then told Sara that HE wanted to pay for the postage to mail that package.

I asked if he was sure and he said, "Absolutely, it is the least I can do."

I hugged this man and started to cry, as did Sara and anyone who saw what this man had just done. I could barely speak because of emotions and I knew that if I spoke anymore I would be a blubbering fool.

I left the store without ever getting this gentlemans name. I pray he reads this and r ealizes how much hetouched my heart with this act of kindness.

I have emailed my brother-in-law in Afghanistan to let him know what happened and that people really arethinking about them and appreciating all they do. I pray goodness comes to this man ten-fold.

Wild Flowers

By Joseph J. Mazzella Posted on July 30, 2013

It is Summer here in the mountains of my home. A season also known by another name: road construction time.There is paving, ditching, and tree trimming going on everywhere. This year there are also new water lines

being installed in a nearby town so I find myself leaving home a half hour early because of all the delays. Todayas I was stopped at one of the construction sites I took my eyes off the long line of cars in front of me andglanced to the side of the road. There I saw something that brought a smile to my heart and a "Wow!" to mylips. Stretched along the side of the road as far as the eye could see were wonderful wild flowers.
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It was such a beautiful sight. I saw Queen Anne's Lace growing regally by the road. Along with her were yellowDandelions and Buttercups glowing bright in the sunlight. Sweet Clover and white Daisies were blooming aswell. In spite of having to grow in gravel and dine daily on exhaust fumes all of these flowers were flourishing.With just a few drops of water and a daily dose of God's sunshine they all were growing tall, healthy, andstrong. Watching them nurtured my spirit and made the time spent stopped there a joy.

As I was driving home I realized something too. Each of us is a wild flower in a way. Life gives none of us perfect soil. Instead we find ourselves struggling to grow in the gravels of problems and pains. In addition weoften feel choked in the smoking exhaust of this world's selfishness. With these challenges each of us couldeasily feel like wilting into the dust. Yet, everyday God blesses us with the water of His Love and the sunlightof His Grace. Everyday we are given a fresh chance to bloom where we are planted and to share our beauty withothers. Everyday we are given a choice to "Wow" the world with our wonder rather than wilting. Grow strongin the smoke then. Flourish in the gravel. Give your love to everyone along life's road

A Game of Peek A Boo


I was in a local Goodwill store today looking for a shirt for my son. As I was glancing at the clothing racks Inoticed a young mother with her two daughters. The youngest was barely a year old and sat patiently in theshopping cart while her mother browsed through the racks. Her oldest was about 3 years old and had curly,

brown hair. When I looked down at her she slipped behind the low hanging shirts, popped back out at me, andlaughed. It had been a lot of years since I played peek a boo with my own daughter, but I joined in, hiding

behind the shirts when she did and popping back out with her. With each time her laughter grew louder andhappier while her baby sister watched us and smiled. After the game I thanked the Mother for letting me playwith her beautiful daughters, waved goodbye to the little girls, and headed out the door with my smile wider andmy heart lighter.

Isn't it amazing how the littlest things can bring us the greatest joy? Isn't it incredible how the tiniest acts ofkindness can make God smile? Isn't it wonderful how the smallest sharing of love can make all of Heaven sing?The truth is it is these small things that make life worth living. It is these tiny acts that make the world a better

place. It is this love we share that brings us closer to each other, to Heaven, and to God.

There are so many little things we can do everyday to share our love, to create joy, and to make God smile. A pat on the back can set a spirit soaring. A shared smile can bring another Child of God closer to Heaven. Even agame of peek a boo can help to build a better world. It certainly built one in my heart today. The joy I got fromit was passed on to everyone I met. It rippled out in a wave of happiness that will go on forever. May you fill allyour days with kind little things then. May you live well, laugh much, and love always.

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