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Sunday, October 7, 2012
A Kings Son
A
great and powerful king decided to send his son to be educated in a
distant land. He could have let him stay in the palace itself and
brought him the best teachers and the best possible education. But the
king knew that the prince will get a lot of experience when he is out of
the palace. Good education plus physical distance from the palace will
toughen and strengthen the confidence and independence of his son.
In that distant land, the king’s son began to study. He worked hard and experienced life differently, which made him stronger. But along with all the hard work and accomplishments, he began to enjoy the joys of life which that country offered him. He no longer felt obligated to keep all the trappings of monarchy as had to in his father's palace.
He abandoned his studies and began to neglect or postpone the execution of tasks, responsibility and duties... and all this for the parties and small pleasures that the new life offered him. Without realizing it, he began to neglect his own appearance. And people started to flinch and keep a distance from him. He had hit rock bottom!
He had slumped to a low point in his life. When the situation was so bad that he could not bear it any more, then he remembered... He recalled the king, his father, who had sent him on a journey to strengthen his capacities, and he was ashamed that he had deteriorated to such lows.
The king’s son decided to act. He decided to return to his father's palace knowing that his father wouldn’t deny him.
The king’s son came to the palace gates; he wanted to go inside, but two armed guards with bayonets blocked his way.
"I am the King's son'' he said.”We are too," they replied, laughing at the man in torn clothes with overgrown unkempt hair and beard.
After several vain attempts of trying to convince the guards to let him enter the palace, the prince decided to go close to the window of his father's room to call him.
''Father! Father!'' called the king's son.
''Father! Father!'' the king’s son cried again.
The king recognized that voice as the voice of the son he had not heard for many years. The king rushed to the window and saw a strange, unkempt looking man standing. Is that the son whom he had sent to school many years ago?
''Father, I came back and I want to come home...'' said the king’s son.
The king, whose heart was filled with longing for his son, called the guards and ordered them to bring his son into the palace.
Dear Reader,
You are the king's son!
You do not need to reach low life to go home like the king's son.
Your palace, your home is within you; it is in your heart. Listen to your heart; only there you will find the answers to your destiny and your success.
Jacob Shekrel
Jacob Shekrel is a LifeSuccess Coach who lives in Spain and is building up his International Personal Improvement coaching company: Jacob's ladder to Success - lectures, seminars and master mind groups. Please feel free to visit his website at: www.jacobsladdertosuccess. com
In that distant land, the king’s son began to study. He worked hard and experienced life differently, which made him stronger. But along with all the hard work and accomplishments, he began to enjoy the joys of life which that country offered him. He no longer felt obligated to keep all the trappings of monarchy as had to in his father's palace.
He abandoned his studies and began to neglect or postpone the execution of tasks, responsibility and duties... and all this for the parties and small pleasures that the new life offered him. Without realizing it, he began to neglect his own appearance. And people started to flinch and keep a distance from him. He had hit rock bottom!
He had slumped to a low point in his life. When the situation was so bad that he could not bear it any more, then he remembered... He recalled the king, his father, who had sent him on a journey to strengthen his capacities, and he was ashamed that he had deteriorated to such lows.
The king’s son decided to act. He decided to return to his father's palace knowing that his father wouldn’t deny him.
The king’s son came to the palace gates; he wanted to go inside, but two armed guards with bayonets blocked his way.
"I am the King's son'' he said.”We are too," they replied, laughing at the man in torn clothes with overgrown unkempt hair and beard.
After several vain attempts of trying to convince the guards to let him enter the palace, the prince decided to go close to the window of his father's room to call him.
''Father! Father!'' called the king's son.
''Father! Father!'' the king’s son cried again.
The king recognized that voice as the voice of the son he had not heard for many years. The king rushed to the window and saw a strange, unkempt looking man standing. Is that the son whom he had sent to school many years ago?
''Father, I came back and I want to come home...'' said the king’s son.
The king, whose heart was filled with longing for his son, called the guards and ordered them to bring his son into the palace.
Dear Reader,
You are the king's son!
You do not need to reach low life to go home like the king's son.
Your palace, your home is within you; it is in your heart. Listen to your heart; only there you will find the answers to your destiny and your success.
Jacob Shekrel
Jacob Shekrel is a LifeSuccess Coach who lives in Spain and is building up his International Personal Improvement coaching company: Jacob's ladder to Success - lectures, seminars and master mind groups. Please feel free to visit his website at: www.jacobsladdertosuccess.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
A Perfect Achievement In An Imperfect World
Imagine … you are a little boy or girl. You are trying to
keep up with kids around you, but you can’t. Other kids are teasing you or
bullying you because you have a disability.
Why is
the world so imperfect? Why are there, people with severe disabilities like
Down syndrome, blindness and deafness to name but a few?
Young
Frankie sustained brain damage at birth. He also had a tracheostomy tube to
help him breathe.
He badly
wanted to play softball with the other boys at school. Because of his motor
coordination difficulties Frankie could not really play with the other boys.
But it
meant a lot to him, and we asked the boys if they would like to include them in
their team.
The boys
hesitated for a moment before saying yes. The fact that their team was losing made
the decision easier. Nothing Frankie could do was likely to affect the outcome
anyway. Frankie was given a mitt, and went to stand in short centre field as
his team's tenth player.
Frankie’s
turn came. Frankie was handed a bat and pointed to the plate.
What
happened next was nothing short of amazing.
The
opposing team saw that Frankie couldn’t even
begin to play, and the pitcher moved closer to him and pitched the ball in a
way Frankie could have a chance to hit it.
He missed
the ball. One of Frankie’s team mates then came to help him hold the bat to
help him hit. And he hit the second ball just a little way.
The
pitcher then pitched the ball way to the right. Frankie’s teammates yelled:
“Run Frankie! Run to first!” Two of his teammates started running with him to
help him and to cheer him on.
A player
on the opposing team tracked the ball, and then intentionally threw the ball
out to the other direction. By this time, both teams were chanting “Run,
Frankie, run!” Frankie reached second base.
Ball
forgotten, all players from both teams joined Frankie on his triumphal run
home, and together they hoisted the hero onto their shoulders. Frankie was
beaming.
This is
why the world is imperfect: To give us the chance to achieve spiritual
perfection. All the boys achieved spiritual perfection that day in accepting
someone who isn’t like them and who would normally never have a chance to play
in a softball game. If it wasn’t for Frankie, they never would have.
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