AE: ANECDOTES WITH INTENTION

SOME GOOD ADVICE
This was written by the CEO of Coca-Cola Brian G. Dyson.

Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air.

You name them - Work - Family - Health - Friends - Spirit, and you're keeping all of these in the air.

You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back.
But the other four balls -- family, health, friends and spirit are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered.
They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance in your life.


Continue to know

How?

JOY IN THE JOURNEY




If you have ever been discouraged because of failure, please read on. For often, achieving what you set out to do is not the important thing.
Let me explain.

Two brothers decided to dig a deep hole behind their house.
As they were working, a couple of older boys stopped by to watch.
"What are you doing?" asked one of the visitors.
"We plan to dig a hole all the way through the earth!", one of the brothers volunteered excitedly.

The older boys began to laugh, telling the younger ones that digging a hole all the way through the earth was impossible.

After a long silence, one of the diggers picked up a jar full of spiders, worms and a wide assortment of insects.
He removed the lid and showed the wonderful contents to the scoffing visitors.

Then he said quietly and confidently, "Even if we don't dig all the way through the earth, look what we found along the way!"

Their goal was far too ambitious, but it did cause them to dig.


IT CONTINUES...

Years ago there was a village in a desert.
Water was scarce, and the people treasured what little they had. It seldom rained, but when it did, people scurried about to capture it in buckets and pots. Every drop was a treasure. Every cup was precious.

For that reason the discovery in the cavern was thrilling news.

One day a farmer was digging holes for fence posts. A few feet below the surface of the ground he found a cavern- not large, but full of water. He immediately lowered a bucket, pulled it out, and tasted, to his delight, cold, sweet water. He was so excited he filled all his buckets, loaded them in the back of his wagon, and hurried into the village.

"I have water! I have water!" he shouted.

The villagers came running out of their houses. As the people gathered, the farmer explained how he had come upon the treasure. He joyfully announced that there was enough for everyone.
"Drink all you want," he offered. And then, to the people's amazement, he picked up a bucket and doused a little boy.
"There is plenty!" he proclaimed. "Enjoy it."

And with that the people began to laugh and splash each other. For the first time as long as anyone could remember, there was enough water for everyone. After the celebration, the farmer announced his plan.

"I'll bring some water in every morning so each of you can have what you need." And that's exactly what he did.

The farmer became the watermaster.



It continues...

I watched them tearing a building down, A gang of men in a busy town.

With a ho-heave-ho and lusty yell, They swung a beam and a sidewall fell.

I asked the foreman, "Are these men skilled, As the men you'd hire if you had to build?"

He gave me a laugh and said, "No indeed! Just common labor is all I need. I can easily wreck in a day or two What builders have taken a year to do."

A surprising thought follows...

This is a good inspirational piece.

It'll give you something to ponder...

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was Too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. "Information Please" could supply anybody's number and the correct time.

My first personal experience with this genie-in the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.

Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone!
IT CONTINUES...

Stephen R. Covey,
writer of the book
7 habits of highly effective people,
enlightens us on how to achieve most of our time.

FIRST THINGS FIRST
We must organise and execute according to priorities. Effective managerial activity consists ofbeginning by what is first. We must have present that management, administration, is discipline put into practice.

ATTENDING URGENT MATTERS WITHOUT FORGETTING THE IMPORTANT ONES
Habitually either we will devote most of our energy to urgent duties, that is to say, whose which need immediate attention or to the unimportant matters that make us waste time.

However, the most skillful people in making most of their time apply themselves in facing the important tasks, which are the matters that actually fill our lives with meaning. When we’re dominated by urgent matters, we just manage to quench fires. But fire is prevented by dedicating hours to what is important.

And what is important? Important are all those activities that we know we must face but we usually elude because they’re not urgent.

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Do work well for God   

Doing A Good Job Pays Off

Once upon a time a man sent for a carpenter. A sturdy young fellow appeared. "I want this fence mended," said the man, "but I don't want to spend much money on it. Here are some unplaned boards, use them. You need not take much time to do a fancy job.  I will give you only three dollars for your work. I will come back tomorrow and pay you."

The next day the man came to inspect the fence. He found the boards carefully planed and neatly nailed in place. The fence, which had badly sagged, was neatly straightened up. The man was surprised and much pleased at the excellent job, but feared that the cost would be greater than he had ordered. So he called in the workman. "I'm afraid you've gone to much more expense on this job than I wanted," said the man, a bit irritated. "I really did not care how it looked."

"But I DID," replied the workman. "You see, it was MY work, not yours, that mended the fence and I wanted to do the work right."

"But I did not want to go to much expense," said the man. "I admit it looks nice; but now tell me, how much do I owe you?"

"Three dollars," said the workman.

The owner of the fence stared at the workman, "How could you do all that work for so little money?" he asked.

"Because it was my job and it had to be right!"

"Nobody would have seen the fence after I got the vines on it," said the man. "But I would know that I did a poor job," replied the workman, "and every time I would look at it, I would have to say to myself, 'Joe, you're a fake; you could havedone a good job and be square with yourself.' No, my friend, I cannot do a poor job, and live with myself."

Some years later, the man had a contract to let for the construction of several large public buildings. There were many applicants among the master builders, but the face of one of them caught his eye. "It was my man of the fence," he said. "I knew we would have only genuine work with him, so I gave him the contract and it made him a rich man."