My Thoughts…

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite. He told the group to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: “If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.

What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups….and then you began eyeing each other’s cups.

Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of the Life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us.

God brews the coffee, not the cups…..Enjoy your coffee!”

The happiest people don’t have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

You are the miracle, my friend, your life either shines a light - or casts a shadow

A little Red Indian boy asked his father, the big chief and witch doctor of the tribe, “Papa, why is it that we always have long names while the white men have shorter names like Bill an’ Tex an’ Sam?”

His father replied, “Look son, our names represent a symbol, a sign, or a poem for our culture, not like the white men, who live all together and repeat their names from generation to generation. And so it’s part of our makeup that in spite of everything, we survive. For example, your sister’s name is Small Romantic Moon Over The Lake because, on the night she was born, there was a beautiful moon reflected in the lake. Then there’s your brother Big White Horse of the Prairies, because he was born on a day that the big white horse who gallops over the prairies of the world appeared near our camp, and is a symbol of our capacity to live and the life force of our people. It’s very simple and easy to understand. Do you have any other questions, Little Broken Condom Made in China?”