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 Take,
for example, the story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to study Judo
despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car
accident.
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese Judo master. The boy was
doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of
training the master had taught him only one move.
"Sensei," the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?"
"This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the Sensei replied.
Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.
Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first
tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two
matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some
time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used
his one move to win the match.
Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.
This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced.
For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy
might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the
match when the Sensei intervened.
"No," the Sensei insisted, "Let him continue."
Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake:
He dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The
boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.
On the way home, the boy and Sensei reviewed every move in each and
every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really
on his mind.
"Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"
"You won for two reasons," the Sensei answered. "First, you've
almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of Judo. And
second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to
grab your left arm."
The moral of this story: The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength. |
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 A jobless man applied for the position of 'office boy' at a very big firm.
The HR manager interviewed him, then a test: clean the floor. "You
are hired" he said, give me your email address, and I will send you the
application to fill, as well as when you will start. The man replied "I
don't have a computer, neither an email".
I am sorry, said the HR manager, if you don't have an email that
means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job. The
man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with only $10
US in his pocket.
He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10 KG Tomato
crate. He then sold the Tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than
two hours, he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the
operation 3 times, and returned home with $60 US. The man realized that
he can survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and
return late. Thus, his money doubles or triples every day. Shortly
later, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then he had his own fleet of
delivery vehicles.
5 years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the
US. He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life
insurance.
He called an insurance broker, and chooses a protection plan. When
the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The man
replied: 'I don't have an email'. The broker replied curiously, you
don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Do you
imagine what you could have been if you had an email?
The man thought for a while, and replied: an office boy!
The moral of this story:
1: Internet is not the solution to your life.
2: If you don't have internet and you work hard you can be a millionaire.
3: This man's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength. |
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 Once
upon a time there was a water-bearer in India who had two large pots,
each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One
of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and
always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk
from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only
half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pot full of water in his master's house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect
to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed
of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish
only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it
spoke to the water-bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of
myself, and I want to apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer.
"What are you ashamed of ?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my
load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way
back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of
this work and you don't get full value from your efforts, " the pot
said. The water-bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his
compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to
notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of
the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and
this cheered it some.
But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked
out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its
failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers
only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side?
That's because have always known about your flaw, and I took
advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and
every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For
two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate
my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not
have this beauty to grace his house."
The moral of this story: Each of us has our own unique flaw.
But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together
so very interesting and warding. You've just got to take each person
for what they are and look for the good in them. |
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 A
farmer had some puppies, he needed to sell. He painted a sign
advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of
his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug
on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
"Uncle," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his
neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of
money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his
pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer.
And with that he let out a whistle, "Here, Dolly!" he called. Out
from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little
balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link
fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the
fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the
doghouse.
Slowly another little ball appeared; this one noticeably smaller.
Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup
began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up.
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't
want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like
these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers.
In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his
leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the
farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will
need someone who understands."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands.
The moral of this story: Everyone of us have our own shortage
and weaknesses. But if we are willing to, we can make advantage of our
own shortage and weaknesses instead of opposing them. In the eyes of
the wise, nothing is wasted. Do not be blocked by your disadvantages.
Know your weaknesses and you too can be the water for the better life
of all. Know, that in our weaknesses, we find our strengths |
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