Terrific Tale Tuesday

Happy Tuesday. Here’s a new story for inspiration today!

The Cockroach

At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady.

She started screaming out of fear.

With a panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.

Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky.

The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away but …it landed on another lady in the group.

Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.

The waiter rushed forward to their rescue.

In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter.

The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt.

When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.

Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behavior?

If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed?

He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos.

It is not the cockroach, but the inability of those people to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach, that disturbed the ladies.

I realized that, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it’s my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.

It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.

More than the problem, it’s my reaction to the problem that creates chaos in my life.

Remember, you are NOT alone!! Until next time– Jenn ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผโ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿพ๐ŸŒบ

Terrific Tale Tuesday

This is one of my favorite inspirational stories. It is a bit lengthy but so worth the read!!

Have a terrific Tuesday! โ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ธ

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didnโ€™t already know.

I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, โ€œHi handsome. My name is Rose. Iโ€™m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?โ€

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, โ€œOf course you may!โ€ and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?โ€ I asked.

She jokingly replied, โ€œIโ€™m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kidsโ€ฆโ€

โ€œNo seriously,โ€ I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

โ€œI always dreamed of having a college education and now Iโ€™m getting one!โ€ she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this โ€œtime machineโ€ as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet.

She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, โ€œIโ€™m sorry Iโ€™m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! Iโ€™ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.โ€

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, โ€œWe do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

Youโ€™ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and donโ€™t even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and donโ€™t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesnโ€™t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually donโ€™t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.โ€

She concluded her speech by courageously singing โ€œThe Rose.โ€

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the yearโ€™s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that itโ€™s
never too late to be all you can possibly be.

Remember you are NOT alone!

Until next time–Jenn ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐ŸŒด๐ŸŒบ

Thursdayโ€™s Thoughts…

Happy Thursday.

You are almost through the week!! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผโ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ

Thursday’s Thoughts…

  1. Who decided to put the “s” in the word lisp?

  2. Every time you clean something, you need to make something else dirty.

  3. Replacing “w” with “t” in “what, where and when”, gives you the answer to each. What-That Where-There When-Then

  4. If poison expires, is it more poisonous or no longer poisonous?

  5. Why is something sent by a car called a shipment, but something sent by ship called a cargo?

  6. Why did kamikaze suicide pilots wear helmets? Seriously! ๐Ÿค”

Remember, you are NOT alone!! Until next time– Jenn ๐Ÿ’œโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒด