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FROGS

Once upon a time there was a bunch of tiny frogs.... who

arranged a running competition.

The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower.

A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the

race and cheer on the contestants....

The race began....

Honestly,no one in crowd really believed that the tiny

frogs would reach the top of the tower.

You heard statements such as:

"Oh, WAY too difficult!!"

"They will NEVER make it to the top."

or:

"Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too

high!"

The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one....

Except for those, who in a fresh tempo, were climbing

higher and higher....

The crowd continued to yell,  "It is too difficult!!! No one

will make it!"

More tiny frogs got tired and gave up....
...

But ONE continued higher and higher and higher....

This one wouldn't give up!

At the end everyone else had given up climbing the

tower. Except for the one tiny frog who, after a big effort,

was the only one who reached the top!

THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to

know how this one frog managed to do it?

A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the

strength to succeed and reach the goal?

It turned out....

That the winner was DEAF!!!!

The wisdom of this story is:
Never listen to other people's tendencies to be negative or

pessimistic....   because they take your most wonderful

dreams and wishes away from you -- the ones you have in

your heart!

Always think of the power words have.
Because everything you hear and read will affect your
actions!






Therefore:

ALWAYS be....

POSITIVE!

And above all:

Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you cannot fulfill

your dreams!

Always think:

God and I can do this!

Pass this message on to 5 "tiny frogs"  you care about.

Give them some motivation!!!

Most people walk in and out of your life......but FRIENDS

Leave footprints in your heart

ALONE:

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view