Daily Archives April 15, 2015

A Quiet Voice and The Golden Crane

This little story reminds us to listen to that small quiet voice from within — you never know where it will lead you.

As a teacher of origami (the ancient Japanese art of paper folding) at the LaFarge Lifelong Learning Institute in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Art Beaudry was asked to represent the school at an exhibit at a large mall in Milwaukee. He decided to take along a couple hundred folded paper cranes to pass out to people who stopped at his booth.

Before that day, something strange happened — a voice told him to find a piece of gold foil paper and make a gold origami crane. The voice was so insistent that Art actually found himself rummaging through his collection of origami papers at home until he found one flat, shiny piece of gold foil.

\”Why am I doing this?\” he asked himself...

The Apple Basket

One day an elderly man entered into a hospital. He was grumpy from being on medication and the nurses thought him to be insane, as he yelled for his wife to get the apple basket. By the time they had checked him into his room the nurses were exhausted from the fight he was putting up.

\”Sir you have to calm down we are doing everything we can for you\” they would try to explain.

\”I don\’t need your help\” the grumpy man would yell \”I want my apple basket\”. He finally slept. The nurses sighed with relief and talked among themselves whether they should call the hospital psychologist about the old man and his obsession with the apple basket.

As they talked and laughed about the situation the wife came in carrying the basket of apples...

A Late Bloomer

A cactus stood all alone in the desert, wondering why it was stuck in the middle of nowhere.

\”I do nothing but stand here all day,\” it sighed. \”What use am I? I\’m the ugliest plant in the desert. My spines are thick and prickly, my leaves are rubbery and tough, my skin is thick and bumpy. I can\’t offer shade or juicy fruit to any passing traveler. I don\’t see that I\’m any use at all.\”

All it did was stand in the sun day after day, growing taller and fatter. Its spines grew longer and its leaves tougher, and it swelled here and there until it was lumpy and lopsided all over. It truly was strange- looking.

\”I wish I could do something useful,\” it sighed.

By day hawks circled high overhead.

\”What can I do with my life?\” the cactus called...

Angels Unaware

It was a rainy night in New Orleans
At a bus station in the town,
I watched a young girl weeping
As her baggage was taken down.

It seems she\’d lost her ticket
Changing buses in the night.
She begged them not to leave her there
With no sign of help in sight.

The bus driver had a face of stone
And his heart was surely the same.
\”Losing your ticket\’s like losing cash money\” he said,
And left her in the rain.

Then an old Indian man stood up
And blocked the driver\’s way
And would not let him pass before
He said what he had to say.
\”How can you leave that girl out there?
Have you no God to fear?
You know she had a ticket.
You can\’t just leave her here.

You can\’t put her out in a city
Where she doesn\’t have a friend.
You will meet your schedule,
But she might meet her end.\”

The driver s...

Just Do It

Author Elbert Hubbard told the story of an incident during the Spanish-American War. It was imperative that the president get a message to the leader of the insurgents. His name was Garcia and he was known to fighting somewhere in the mountains of Cuba, but no mail or telegraph could reach him. Someone said, \”There\’s a fellow by the name of Rowan who will find Garcia for you if anybody can.\”

Rowan took the letter without hesitation. He sealed it in a leather pouch strapped over his heart. He landed in the dark of night off the coast of Cuba and make his way to the mountains, and after much difficulty, found Garcia. He handed him the letter, turned around and headed home. Hubbard tells this story in \”A Letter to Garcia...