Story Time

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a Rupee 500 note. In the room of 200, He asked, "Who would like this Rupee 500 note?"Hands started going up.He said, "I am going to give this note to one of you but first let me do this."He proceeded to crumple the note up.He then asked, "Who still wants it?"Still the hands were up in the air."Well," he replied, "What if I do this?"And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty.
"Now who still wants it?"Still the hands went into the air."My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson.No matter what I did to the money.You still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth Rupee 500/-.Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless.But no matter what has happened or what will happen. Never lose your value.You are special. Don't ever forget it! Never let yesterday's disappointments overshadow tomorrow's dreams.
"VALUE HAS A VALUE ONLY IF ITS VALUE IS VALUED"

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slowand terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved."I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life.""No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel."Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly."I'll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education.If the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud of."And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming's son graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.Years afterward, the nobleman's son was stricken with pneumonia. What saved him? Penicillin.The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.

If you put a buzzard in a pen six or eight feet square and entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of his ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of ten or twelve feet. Without space to run, as is his habit, he will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
A Bumblebee if dropped into an open tumbler will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat and the bee. They are struggling about with all their problems and frustrations, not realizing that the answer is right there above them.

A Laborer lay listening to a Nightingale's song throughoutthe summer night. So pleased was he with it that the next nighthe set a trap for it and captured it. "Now that I have caughtthee," he cried, "thou shall always sing to me." "We Nightingales never sing in a cage." said the bird. "Then I'll eat thee." said the Laborer. "I have always heardsay that a nightingale on toast is dainty morsel." "Nay, kill me not," said the Nightingale; "but let me free,and I'll tell thee three things far better worth than my poorbody." The Laborer let him loose, and he flew up to a branch ofa tree and said: "Never believe a captive's promise; that's onething. Then again: Keep what you have. And third piece of adviceis: Sorrow not over what is lost forever." Then the song-birdflew away.