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Welcome to my collection of inspirational and motivational quotations. I cannot trade the forex when I am sad or depressed. So, whenever I’m feeling down or have a looming personal problem, I turn here for some inspiration and words of wisdom. It returns me to my center and I am able to focus on the forex market.

A man was sleeping one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and God appeared. The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to Push against the rock with all his might… Continue reading

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This is a beautiful and touching story of love and  perseverance. Well worth the read.

At the prodding of my friends I  am writing this story. My name is Mildred Honor  and I am a former elementary school music teacher from DesMoines , Iowa . I have always supplemented my income by  teaching piano lessons – something I have  done for over 30 years.

During those years I found that children  have many levels of musical ability,  and even though I have never had the  pleasure of having a prodigy, I have taught some  very talented students.

However, I have also had my share of what I  call ‘musically challenged’ pupils – one such pupil being  Robby..

Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom)  dropped him off for his first piano lesson.  I prefer that students (especially boys) begin at an  earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said  that it had always been his  mother’s  dream to hear him play the piano, so I  took him as a student.

Well,  Robby began his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought  it was a hopeless endeavor. As  much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic  rhythm needed to excel.  But he dutifully reviewed his  scales and some elementary piano pieces  that I require all my students to learn.  Over the months he tried and  tried while I listened and cringed and tried to  encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson  he would always say ‘My mom’s going to hear me play someday’.  But to  me, it seemed hopeless, he just  did not have any inborn  ability.

I only knew his mother from  a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her  aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled, but  never dropped in.

Then one  day Robby stopped coming for his lessons. I thought  about calling him, but assumed  that because of his lack of ability he had decided to  pursue something else.

 
I was also glad that he had stopped  coming – he was a bad advertisement for  my teaching.

Several weeks later I mailed a flyer recital to the  students’ homes. To my surprise, Robby (who had  received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I  told him that the recital was for current pupils and that because he had  dropped out, he really did not qualify. He told me that  his mother had been sick and unable to  take him to his
piano lessons, but that he had been practicing. ‘Please  Miss Honor, I’ve just got to play’ he insisted. I don’t  know what led me to allow him to play in the recital –  perhaps it was his insistence or maybe something inside of  me saying
that it would be all  right.

The night of the recital came and the high school  gymnasium was packed with parents, relatives and  friends. I put Robby last in the program, just before I  was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I  thought that any damage he might do would come at the end of the program and I could always  salvage his poor performance through my ‘curtain  closer’.

Well, the recital went off without a hitch, the students  had been practicing and it showed.  Then Robby came up on the stage. His clothes were wrinkled  and his hair looked as though he had run an egg beater  through it.  ‘Why
wasn’t he dressed  up like the other students?’  I thought. ‘Why  didn’t his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?’

Robby pulled out the piano bench, and I  was surprised when he announced  that he  had chosen to play Mozart’s Concerto No.21 in C Major. I was not prepared  for what I heard next. His fingers were light on  the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went  from pianissimo to fortissimo, from  allegro to virtuoso; his suspended chords that  Mozart demands were magnificent. Never had I heard  Mozart played so well by anyone his age.

After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo,  and everyone was on their feet in wild  applause!  Overcome and in tears, I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby  in joy.  ‘I have never heard you play like

that  Robby, how did you do it?
‘Through the microphone  Robby explained: ‘Well, Miss  Honor …. remember I told you that my mom was sick? Well, she actually had cancer and passed away this morning. And well …… she was born deaf, so tonight was the first time she had ever heard me  play, and I wanted to make it special.’

There wasn’t a dry eye in  the house that evening. As the people from Social Services  led Robby from the stage to be placed in to foster care, I noticed that even their  eyes were red and puffy. I thought to myself then how much  richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.

No, I have never had a prodigy,  but that night I became a prodigy ……. of Robby.  He  was the teacher and I was the pupil, for he had taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself, and may be even taking a chance on someone  and you didn’t know why.

Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombing of the Alfred  P. Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April, 1995.

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On October 3, 1945, a ten-year-old boy stood onstage at the Mississippi-Alabama Fair and Dairy Show talent contest. He was dressed as a cowboy.
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Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400.00 in your private account for your use. However, this prize has rules, just as any game has certain rules.

The first set of rules would be:

  • Everything that you didn’t spend during each day would be taken away from you. You may not simply transfer money into some other account.
  • You may only spend it.
  • Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another $86,400.00 for that day.

The second set of rules:

  • The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, “Its over, the game is over!”
  • It can close the account and you will not receive a new one.

What would you personally do?

You would buy anything and everything you wanted, right? Not only for yourself, but for all people you love, right?
Even for people you don’t know, because you couldn’t possibly spend it all on yourself, right? You would try to spend every cent, and use it all, right?

ACTUALLY, this GAME is REALITY!

Each of us is in possession of such a magical bank. We just can’t seem to see it.

The MAGICAL BANK is TIME!

Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life, and when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited to us. What we haven’t lived up that day is forever lost.

Yesterday is forever gone.

Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time….WITHOUT WARNING.

SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds?

Aren’t they worth so much more than the same amount in dollars?

Think about that, and always think of this: Enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think. So take care of yourself, be Happy, Love Deeply and enjoy life!

Here’s wishing you a wonderfully beautiful day!!!

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A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey.

        

When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park just feeding some pigeons. 

The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie.

The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.

Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.

As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man, and gave him a hug. The man gave him his biggest smile ever.

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, “What did you do today that made you so happy?

“He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added, “You know what? God’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”

Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked,” Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?”

He replied, “I ate Twinkies in the park with God.” However, before his son responded, he added,” You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!

~author unknown~

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There was once a group of women studying the book of Malachi in the Old Testament. As they were studying chapter three, they came across verse three, which says: “He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.” This verse puzzled the women, and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. One of the women offered to find out about the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible study.

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The Carpenter’s House
By: Author Unknown

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family.
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  1.  Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay ‘them’ .
  2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
  3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. ‘An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.’
  4. Enjoy the simple things.
  5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
  6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
  7. Surround yourself with what you love , whether it’s family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
  8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
  9. Don’t take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.
  10.  Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity. AND ALWAYS REMEMBER : Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

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One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.
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An eyewitness account from New York City, on a cold day in December, some years ago:
A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold.

A lady approached the young boy and said, ‘My, but you’re in such deep thought staring in that window!’

‘I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,’ was the boy’s reply. The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks
for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her. She took the little fellow to the back of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel. By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks.

Placing a pair upon the boy’s feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes. She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him.. She patted him on the head and said,
‘No doubt, you will be more comfortable now.’

As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her.

‘Are you God’s wife?’

No, she said, “I’m just one of His children.”

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