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Let share stories Here by debh(m) : 5:44 pm On Nov 19

ONCE UPON A TIME, A MASTER WAS
TALKING TO A crowd of
people, and his message was so
wonderful that everyone felt
touched by his words of love. In the
crowd there was a man who
had listened to every word the Master
said. This man was very
humble, and he had a great heart. He
was so touched by the
Master's words that he felt the need
to invite the Master to his
home.
When the Master finished speaking,
the man walked through
the crowd, looked into the eyes of
the Master, and told him, "I
know you are busy and everyone
wants your attention. I know you
hardly have time to even listen to my
words. But my heart is so
open and I feel so much love for you
that I have the need to invite
you to my home. I want to prepare
the best meal for you. I don't
expect you will accept, but I just had
to let you know."
The Master looked into the man's
eyes, and with the most
beautiful smile he said, "Prepare
everything. I will be there." Then
the Master walked away.
At these words, the joy in the man's
heart was strong. He could
hardly wait to serve the Master and to
express his love for him.
This would be the most important
day of his life: The Master was
going to be with him. He bought the
best food and wine, and found
the most beautiful clothes to offer as
a gift to the Master. Then he
ran home to prepare everything to
receive the Master. He cleaned his
entire house, prepared the most
wonderful meal, and made the
table look beautiful. His heart was
full of joy because the Master
would soon be there.
The man was waiting anxiously when
someone knocked at the
door. Eagerly, he opened the door,
but instead of the Master, he
found an old woman. She looked into
his eyes and said, "I am
starving. Can you give me a piece of
bread?"
The man was a little disappointed
because it was not the
Master. He looked at the woman and
said, "Please, come into my
house." He sat her in the place he
had prepared for the Master,
and gave her the food he had made
for the Master. But he was
anxious and could hardly wait for her
to finish eating. The old
woman was touched by the
generosity of this man. She thanked
him and left.
The man had barely finished
preparing the table for the Master
again when someone knocked at the
door. This time it was another
stranger who had traveled across the
desert. The stranger looked
into the man's face and said, "I am
thirsty. Can you give me
something to drink?"
The man was a little disappointed
again because it was not the
Master. He invited the stranger into
his home, and sat him in the
place he had prepared for the Master.
He served the wine he had
intended to give the Master. When
the stranger left, the man again
prepared everything for the Master.
Someone knocked at the door again.
When the man opened
the door, there stood a child. The
child looked up at the man and
said, "I am freezing. Can you give me
a blanket to cover my
body?"
The man was a little disappointed
because it was not the
Master, but he looked into the eyes
of the child and felt love in his
heart. Quickly he gathered the
clothes he had intended to give the
Master, and he covered the child with
the clothes. The child
thanked him and left.
The man prepared everything again
for the Master, and then he
waited until it was very late. When he
realized the Master was not
coming, he was disappointed, but
right away he forgave the
Master. He said to himself, "I knew I
could not expect the Master to
come to this humble home. Although
he said he would come,
something more important must have
taken him elsewhere. The
Master did not come, but at least he
told me he would, and that is enough
for my heart to be happy."
Slowly he put the food away, he put
the wine away, and he
went to bed. That night he dreamed
the Master came to his home.
The man was happy to see him, but
he didn't know that he was
dreaming. "Master you came! You
kept your word."
The Master replied, "Yes, I am here,
but I was here before. I was
hungry, and you fulfilled my need for
food. I was thirsty, and you
gave me the wine. I was cold, and
you covered me with clothes.
Whatever you do for others, you do
for me."
The man woke up, and his heart was
filled with happiness,
because he understood what the
Master had taught him. The
Master loved him so much that he
had sent three people to give
him the greatest lesson: The Master
lives within everyone. When
you give food to the one who is
starving, when you give water to
the one who is thirsty, when you
cover the one who is cold, you
give your love to the Master.-DON
MIGUEL RUIZ
  

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Re: Let share stories Here by debh(m) : 5:50 pm On Nov 19

When James was a
college student, he
had admired a lovely
sports car in one
dealer‘s showroom
for a long time. He
knew that his
parents could afford
it and told them,
that this car is all
that he wanted as a
gift in a day of his
graduation.
Graduation day
came and father had
called James into
his private office.
He told him: „I am
very proud to have
such a good son
like you.” He told
him how much he
loved him and
handed him a lovely
wrapped gift. James
felt disappointment,
but he was curious
to know what it was,
so he opened the
box and saw a
leather-bound Bible.
„You are so wealthy
and all you can give
me is a Bible?” –
James shouted at
his father with anger
and left the house.
Time passed and
James became a
successful
businessman. He
was happily married
and had two
children. Their
family lived in a
beautiful house.
However, his soul
still hurt due to
broken relationships
with his father.
James did not see
him since his
graduation day.
One day he received
a note, which told
that his father
passed away.
According to the
testament he had
inherited all of the
possessions of his
father. When James
arrived at his
father‘s house and
began to look for
some important
paper, and
accidentally he
found the Bible, still
gift-wrapped, and
sadness had filled
his heart. With tears
in his eyes, he
opened the Bible
and read a verse
that was underlined
by his father: “And
if ye, being evil,
know how to give
good gifts to your
children, how much
more shall your
Heavenly Father
give to those who
ask Him?” Suddenly
a car key had
dropped from the
back of the Bible.
He knew that it was
keys to the same
car that he desired
at that time. James
also found a tag
with the date of his
graduation on it and
the words „Paid in
full“.

Re: Let share stories Here by debh(m) : 5:50 pm On Nov 19

When James was a
college student, he
had admired a lovely
sports car in one
dealer‘s showroom
for a long time. He
knew that his
parents could afford
it and told them,
that this car is all
that he wanted as a
gift in a day of his
graduation.
Graduation day
came and father had
called James into
his private office.
He told him: „I am
very proud to have
such a good son
like you.” He told
him how much he
loved him and
handed him a lovely
wrapped gift. James
felt disappointment,
but he was curious
to know what it was,
so he opened the
box and saw a
leather-bound Bible.
„You are so wealthy
and all you can give
me is a Bible?” –
James shouted at
his father with anger
and left the house.
Time passed and
James became a
successful
businessman. He
was happily married
and had two
children. Their
family lived in a
beautiful house.
However, his soul
still hurt due to
broken relationships
with his father.
James did not see
him since his
graduation day.
One day he received
a note, which told
that his father
passed away.
According to the
testament he had
inherited all of the
possessions of his
father. When James
arrived at his
father‘s house and
began to look for
some important
paper, and
accidentally he
found the Bible, still
gift-wrapped, and
sadness had filled
his heart. With tears
in his eyes, he
opened the Bible
and read a verse
that was underlined
by his father: “And
if ye, being evil,
know how to give
good gifts to your
children, how much
more shall your
Heavenly Father
give to those who
ask Him?” Suddenly
a car key had
dropped from the
back of the Bible.
He knew that it was
keys to the same
car that he desired
at that time. James
also found a tag
with the date of his
graduation on it and
the words „Paid in
full“.

Re: Let share stories Here by debh(m) : 5:59 pm On Nov 19

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked
the horn. After waiting a few minutes
I honked again. Since this was going
to be my last ride of my shift I
thought about just driving away, but
instead I put the car in park and
walked up to the door and knocked..
'Just a minute', answered a frail,
elderly voice. I could hear something
being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened.
A small woman in her 90's stood
before me. She was wearing a print
dress and a pillbox hat with a veil
pinned on it, like somebody out of a
1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon
suitcase. The apartment looked as if
no one had lived in it for years. All
the furniture was covered with
sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls,
no knickknacks or utensils on the
counters. In the corner was a
cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the
car?' she said. I took the suitcase to
the cab, then returned to assist the
woman.
She took my arm and we walked
slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my
kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I
just try to treat my passengers the
way I would want my mother to be
treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she
said. When we got in the cab, she
gave me an address and then asked,
'Could you drive through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered
quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in
no hurry. I'm on my way to a
hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her
eyes were glistening. 'I don't have
any family left,' she continued in a
soft voice..'The doctor says I don't
have very long.' I quietly reached
over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to
take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove
through the city. She showed me the
building where she had once worked
as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood
where she and her husband had lived
when they were newlyweds She had
me pull up in front of a furniture
warehouse that had once been a
ballroom where she had gone
dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in
front of a particular building or
corner and would sit staring into the
darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing
the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm
tired.Let's go now'. We drove in
silence to the address she had given
me. It was a low building, like a
small convalescent home, with a
driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as
soon as we pulled up. They were
solicitous and intent, watching her
every move. They must have been
expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small
suitcase to the door. The woman was
already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She
asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she
answered.
'There are other passengers,' I
responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and
gave her a hug. She held onto me
tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little
moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank
you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then
walked into the dim morning light.
Behind me, a door shut. It was the
sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers
that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in
thought. For the rest of that day, I
could hardly talk. What if that woman
had gotten an angry driver, or one
who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run,
or had honked once, then driven
away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I
have done anything more important
in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our
lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us
unaware-beautifully wrapped in what
others may consider a small one.

Re: Let share stories Here by Helen95(f) : 6:31 pm On Nov 19

These srories are inspiring. May God bless u. Pls keep it up

Re: Let share stories Here by debh(m) : 9:01 pm On Nov 19

Helen95: These srories are inspiring. May God bless u. Pls keep it up
thanks Helen. Feel free to share urs

Re: Let share stories Here by debh(m) : 9:41 pm On Nov 20

As a man was passing the elephants,
he suddenly stopped, confused by
the fact that these huge creatures
were being held by only a small rope
tied to their front leg. No chains, no
cages. It was obvious that the
elephants could, at anytime, break
away from their bonds but for some
reason, they did not.
He saw a trainer nearby and asked
why these animals just stood there
and made no attempt to get away.
“Well,” trainer said, “when they are
very young and much smaller we use
the same size rope to tie them and,
at that age, it’s enough to hold them.
As they grow up, they are
conditioned to believe they cannot
break away. They believe the rope
can still hold them, so they never try
to break free.”
The man was amazed. These animals
could at any time break free from
their bonds but because they
believed they couldn’t, they were
stuck right where they were.
Like the elephants, how many of us
go through life hanging onto a belief
that we cannot do something, simply
because we failed at it once before?
Failure is part of learning; we should
never give up the struggle in life.

Re: Let share stories Here by debh(m) : 9:46 pm On Nov 20

Once upon a time a daughter
complained to her father that her life
was miserable and that she didn’t
know how she was going to make it.
She was tired of fighting and
struggling all the time. It seemed just
as one problem was solved, another
one soon followed.
Her father, a chef, took her to the
kitchen. He filled three pots with
water and placed each on a high fire.
Once the three pots began to boil, he
placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in
the second pot, and ground coffee
beans in the third pot.
He then let them sit and boil, without
saying a word to his daughter. The
daughter, moaned and impatiently
waited, wondering what he was
doing.
After twenty minutes he turned off
the burners. He took the potatoes
out of the pot and placed them in a
bowl. He pulled the eggs out and
placed them in a bowl.
He then ladled the coffee out and
placed it in a cup. Turning to her he
asked. “Daughter, what do you see?
“Potatoes, eggs, and coffee,” she
hastily replied.
“Look closer,” he said, “and touch the
potatoes.” She did and noted that
they were soft. He then asked her to
take an egg and break it. After
pulling off the shell, she observed
the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked
her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma
brought a smile to her face.
“Father, what does this mean?” she
asked.
He then explained that the potatoes,
the eggs and coffee beans had each
faced the same adversity– the
boiling water.
However, each one reacted
differently.
The potato went in strong, hard, and
unrelenting, but in boiling water, it
became soft and weak.
The egg was fragile, with the thin
outer shell protecting its liquid
interior until it was put in the boiling
water. Then the inside of the egg
became hard.
However, the ground coffee beans
were unique. After they were exposed
to the boiling water, they changed the
water and created something new.
“Which are you,” he asked his
daughter. “When adversity knocks on
your door, how do you respond? Are
you a potato, an egg, or a coffee
bean? “
Moral:In life, things happen around
us, things happen to us, but the only
thing that truly matters is what
happens within us.

Re: Let share stories Here by debh(m) : 9:58 pm On Nov 20

he's in my heart forever
-- A TRUE STORY by Jo Ann Smotrys
As a Hospice Volunteer, I'm told my
Nursing Home patient is not
responsive to stimulation. She
doesn't respond to anyone. She
doesn't speak. She doesn't show
emotion. When I visited, even though
it was July, I 'played' a tape of
Christmas Carols... something we all
can relate to... something we're all
familiar with. She has dementia. She
has forgotten so much. She has
forgotten how to live. I hold her
hands. I look into her eyes. I talk to
her as the music plays. I watch as I
see a smile upon her face. I listen as
she tries to speak. I hug her. I
remind her she is a 'child of God'. I
remind her of the gift He is to each
of us. As we listen to songs that
speak of His birth, I remind her that
He died for us. He hung upon the
Cross at Calvary for our sins.
I glance around to see her friend has
tears streaming down his face. Why?
"She hasn't smiled or spoken for so
long... I can't remember", he says.
He's been there every day for 8 years
to watch over her. He has been there
but everyone has told him she
doesn't respond. So he just sits with
her. He does what he can, but
frankly, he doesn't know what to do.
He too is lost. He has watched her
plight as she diminished in health
over the years, but he never let her
down in his faithfulness to her. He
was always a loving presence for
her. Now, once again, he has just
seen 'a spark' in his sweet lady. He
too smiles.
Most every time I visited after that I'd
find him... There in her room, talking
to her, as he held her hand and he
never left without telling her "I love
you" and hugging her. There wasn't
much response... but there was 'that
little bit' and he reached out for it on
every visit. One day, as he was about
to leave he reached behind her to
hug me. He then said "I love you" to
her, as he has so many times before.
She doesn't respond. He walks past
her to leave, his back to her, and
says "She knows I love her, don't
you gal?". There! A sudden, loud
'Yes' is in the air. She spoke. He
moved on. He couldn't stop. He
couldn't compose himself. She'd
confirmed what we all knew by then.
She heard. She loved. She was trying
so hard to express herself.
Did I make a difference? Yes... But
only because I was trained to believe
that hearing is the last sense to leave
us. I leaned heavily on that belief
and her friend learned from me. No
one had ever told him what to do,
how he could communicate with her,
that she might hear him though she
didn't respond, so he had given up.
But he never gave up on loving her.
He never gave up on coming to
check on her.
Now she responds. It's a smile... a
word here and there... a little move
of her fingers against his as he hold
her hands. But it's all
communication. She had it all along.
Is it because no one was listening to
her? Because no one was talking to
her? I suppose. But that's all
changed.
One night I sit in a chair beside her
bed and told her how fortunate she
was to have someone to come visit
her each day, reminding her of how
much he loved her! How much I
loved her! How very much God loved
her! I knew in my heart she
understood me. I cried as I talked. I
let my emotions go. She squeezed
my hand, as I saw tears roll from her
eyes. She did hear. She remembered
love and compassion, though she
may have forgotten all else over the
years.
The circumstances are different... but
that's the way God is toward us. We
forget Him. We put Him aside for
worldly things. And though we think
He isn't hearing us, when we call out
to Him, He is there. He is our Guide
and our Protector. He constantly
shows us Love and Compassion, but
we have to open our hearts to hear
Him and feel His warmth. Only then
can we truly share Him with others...
like this woman who may have
needed to be reminded that God was
still with her.
I stayed with her the night she died.
Her face glowed with "the peace of
God, which passeth all
understanding," as she took her last
breath. Philippians 4 describes it
best.

Re: Let share stories Here by debh(m) : 10:15 pm On Nov 20

Once, a young school boy was
caught in a fire accident in his
school and was assumed that he
would not live. His mother was told
that he was sure to die, for the
terrible fire had devastated the lower
half of his body. Even if he were to
survive, he would be a cripple
throughout his life.
But the brave boy did not want to die
nor did he want to be a cripple. Much
to be the amazement of the doctor,
he did survive. But unfortunately
from his waist down, he had no
motor ability. His thin legs just
dangled there, lifeless. Ultimately he
was discharged from the hospital.
But his determination to walk was
indomitable. At home, when he was
not in bed, he was confined to a
wheelchair. One day, he threw
himself from the chair and pulled
himself across the grass, dragging
his legs behind him. He reached the
picket fence, raised himself up and
then stake by stake, he began
dragging himself along the fence, his
resolve to walk undeterred. He did
this every day, with faith in himself
that he would be able to walk
unaided. With his iron persistence
and his resolute determination, he
did develop the ability to stand up,
then to walk haltingly, then to walk
by himself and then to run.
AFTER:
He began to walk to school, then run
to school, to run for the sheer joy of
running. Later in college he made the
track team.
In February 1934, in New York City’s
famed Madison Square Garden, this
young man who was not expected to
survive, who would surely never
walk, who could never hope to run –
this determined young man, Dr.
Glenn Cunningham, ran the world’s
fastest mile.
An epitome of the power of positive
thinking and faith in one’s self, Glenn
Cunningham continues to be an
inspiration for many, and his story, a
brilliant testimony to how one can
bounce back even when all odds are
stacked against one, to the extent
that death seemed the preferable
option.

Re: Let share stories Here by debh(m) : 10:20 pm On Nov 20

An entrepreneur
BEFORE:
He had a troubled childhood – his
parents separated, and his stepfather
was physically abusive to his mother
and siblings. His mother was falsely
convicted twice because of his
stepfather’s allegations. Because
they had no one to take care of them,
he, along with and his siblings, had
to stay in a foster home at the age of
8. His first marriage failed partly due
to his choice of opting out of a
medical career and because he
cheated on his wife. Not only did he
fail miserably at his job as a medical
equipment salesman, but his
girlfriend also deserted him due to
his deteriorating financial conditions.
Homeless, he stayed with his son at
motels, parks, airports and once
even in a public toilet. He toiled
incessantly at a brokerage firm
during the daytime, stood in long
queues so as to sleep under a roof
at night.
After passing the licensing exam in
1982, he became a full-time
employee of Dean Witter. He
established his own brokerage firm
Gardner Rich & Co. in 1987, in which
he owns 75% of the stock. He sold a
small stake in Gardener Rich in 2006
in a multi-million dollar deal.
He is none other than Chris Gardner,
the C.E.O and founder of
Christopher Gardner International
Holdings – with offices in San
Francisco, New York, and Chicago.
His life was portrayed in a Hollywood
film – The Pursuit of Happyness –
which not only went on to be a
blockbuster, but was also loved by
audiences worldwide.

Re: Let share stories Here by debh(m) : 2:19 pm On Nov 26

Derek Redmond - The Day that
Changed My Life
After snapping his hamstring during
the 400m semi-final race in
Barcelona's 1992 Summer Olympics,
Derek Redmond is assisted by his
father, Jim Redmond. With
determination and courage, despite
being in pain, Redmond crosses the
finish line. Image online via the BBC.
Force is measured in kilograms.
Speed is measured in seconds.
Courage? You can't measure
courage.
International Olympic Committee
“Celebrate Humanity” Video
In 2012—the year that the Summer
Olympics took place in London—
Derek Redmond told a story about a
day that changed his life.
A 400-metre record holder, in Britain,
Redmond was at the peak of his
athletic abilities on the day he took
his starting-line position during the
Barcelona semi-finals in 1992. His
father was there to watch his
Olympian son compete.
Everything seemed fine, during the
run, until ... it wasn’t. Along the back
straight, Redmond's hamstring
snapped. He fell to the ground in
pain.

Derek—who has inspired millions of
people ever since 1992—tells his
story, in his own words:
When I took my place on the
starting blocks I felt good.
For once I had no injuries, despite
eight operations in four years, and
I’d won the first two rounds
without breaking sweat –
including posting the fastest time
in the first round heats. I was
confident and when the gun went
off I got off to a good start.
I got into my stride running round
the first turn and I was feeling
comfortable. Then I heard a
popping sound. I kept on running
for another two or three strides
then I felt the pain. I thought I’d
been shot, but then I recognized
the agony.
I’d pulled my hamstring before
and the pain is excruciating: like
someone shoving a hot knife into
the back of your knee and twisting
it. I grabbed the back of my leg,
uttered a few expletives and hit
the deck.
I couldn’t believe this was
happening after all the training I’d
put in. I looked around to see
where the rest of the field were,
and they had only 100m to go. I
remember thinking if I got up I
could still catch them and qualify.
The pain was intense. I hobbled
about 50m until I was at the 200m
mark. Then I realized it was all
over. I looked round and saw that
everyone else had crossed the
finishing line. But I don’t like to
give up at anything – not even an
argument, as my wife will tell you
– and I decided I was going to
finish that race if it was the last
race I ever did.
All these doctors and officials
were coming onto the track, trying
to get me to stop but I was having
none of it. Then, with about 100m
to go, I became aware of someone
else on the track. I didn’t realize it
was my dad, Jim, at first. He said,
“Derek, it’s me, you don’t need to
do this.”
I just said, “Dad, I want to finish,
get me back in the semi-final.” He
said, “OK. We started this thing
together and now we’ll finish it
together.”
He managed to get me to stop
trying to run and just walk and he
kept repeating, “You’re a
champion, you’ve got nothing to
prove.”
Today I don’t feel anger, just
frustration. The footage has since
been used in adverts by Visa, Nike
and the International Olympic
Committee – I don’t go out of my
way to watch it, but it isn’t painful
any more
We hobbled over the finishing line
with our arms round each other,
just me and my dad, the man I’m
really close to, who’s supported
my athletics career since I was
seven years old. I’ve since been
told there was a standing ovation
by the 65,000 crowd, but nothing
registered at the time. I was in
tears and went off to the medical
room to be looked at, then I took
the bus back to the Olympic
village.
My dream was over. In Seoul, four
years earlier, I didn’t even get to
the start line because of an
Achilles injury and had “DNS” –
Did Not Start – next to my name. I
didn’t want them to write “DNF” –
Did Not Finish – in Barcelona.

When I saw my doctor, he told me
I’d never represent my country
again. I felt like there’d been a
death. I never raced again and I
was angry for two years.
Then one day I just thought: There
are worse things than pulling a
muscle in a race, and I just
decided to get on with my life.
Today I don’t feel anger, just
frustration. The footage has since
been used in adverts by Visa, Nike
and the International Olympic
Committee – I don’t go out of my
way to watch it, but it isn’t painful
any more and I have the Visa ad
on my iPad.
If I hadn’t pulled a hamstring that
day I could have been an Olympic
medallist, but I love the life I have
now. I might not have been a
motivational speaker or competed
for my country at basketball, as I
went on to do. And my dad
wouldn’t have been asked to carry
the Olympic torch this year, which
was a huge honor for him.
After his fall, Derek stood up.
Determined to finish the race, he
could only hop toward the finish line.
Everyone who was watching could
see pain etched on his face. Still he
did not give up.
Jim Redmond was also watching
from the stands. Trying to join his
son, on the track, Jim pushed-away
an Olympic official who tried to stop
him. He had something important to
do and would not be deterred by
anyone or anything.
Someone else crossed the finish-line
first, in that semi-final race, but few
people remember the moment when
Steve Lewis (an American) did that.
Everyone was watching Derek
Redmond who was showing the
world what it means to be an Olympic
athlete.
Not only did Derek Redmond
understand the meaning of
“perseverance” in 1992, he
understood it four years before (in
Seoul) and years before that (as he
honed his skills and competed in his
chosen sport). That perseverance
helped him to find the courage he
needed to finish the 400m race.
After his Barcelona injury, when he
learned he could no-longer compete
in the the 400m—or any other
distance runs—Derek did not give-up
his athletic life. Instead, he switched
sports, playing professional
basketball for the Birmingham
Bullets.
After his competitive days as an
athlete were over for good, and Derek
chose to be a motivational speaker,
he had the credentials to forge
another career. It was his very-public
and pain-filled time in Barcelona—
where his personal determination and
his father’s love got him to the finish
line—that people respected .

Sometimes life takes us down
pathways we never anticipated and
do not want. We have significant
choices to face when those events
occur. We can persevere, like Derek
Redmond, or we can give-up our
dreams. We can succeed, in other
ways, or we can succumb to self-
pity.
We have other choices to make, as
well, involving our friends and loved
ones. We can accept their help—as
Derek did, from his father—or we can
turn-away those offers of love and
assistance.
We may have no control over
unplanned and unwanted events, like
a snapped hamstring, but we have
absolute control over our own
responses. Sometimes bad events
actually lead to days which can
change our lives—for the better—just
like the day that changed Derek
Redmond's life.


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