New Way To Life

• Face Difficulties Positively " This parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer’s well. The farmer heard the mule praying or whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together, told them what had happened, and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery. Initially the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back, a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back, HE WOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP! This he did, blow after blow. “Shake it off and step up… shake it off and step up… shake it off and step up!” He repeated to encourage himself. No matter how painful the

A True Story by Jaye Lewis - used with permission We prowled through the second hand bookstore, the day after Christmas, just my husband, Louie, our daughters, Jenny and Helen, and me. This was a precious time for us, because we would be splitting up as a family, again, in just a couple of days. It had been a tough eight months since my husband had retired from the Navy. As plotters and planners, we had manipulated the "military system," while on active duty, as much as we could, trying to prevent a long, dreaded absence from one another. Now, here we were, retired, and we were eight months into our longest separation. When my husband retired, we discovered that the only job available for him was in the city of Norfolk, Virginia. Our dream was to live out the rest of our lives in the mountains of southwestern Virginia, six and a half hours away. My health had gotten so bad, that it was impossible for me to stay with Louie in the city. We had settled for

the best-selling book responsible for helping to create an estimated One Million Millionaires! One of the most common causes of failure is the habit of quitting when one is overtaken by temporary defeat. Every person is guilty of this mistake at one time or another. An uncle of R. U. Darby was caught by the "gold fever" in the gold- rush days, and went west to DIG AND GROW RICH. He had never heard that more gold has been mined from the brains of men than has ever been taken from the earth. He staked a claim and went to work with pick and shovel. The going was hard, but his lust for gold was definite. After weeks of labor, he was rewarded by the discovery of the shining ore. He needed machinery to bring the ore to the surface. Quietly, he covered up the mine, retraced his footsteps to his home in Williamsburg, Maryland, told his relatives and a few neighbors of the "strike." They got together money for the needed machinery, had it shipped. The un

A wise man's decision There was a rich man living in a small town. Although he was rich, he was living a simple life. He had two sons and a daughter. He lost his wife, when his youngest child was barely three years old. But, however he never let his children feel, the absence of their mother. He tried his best to fulfil the desire of his children. Not only that, he often spoke to them moral based stories, so that their foundation would be strong enough to carry them forward. Time passed away so quickly, that he couldn't realise, that he was already in old age. By that time, all his children were grown up. One day his eldest son came to him and asked politely, 'Papa, I have some discussion with you. Will you please spare some time for that?' His father happily agreed. His son started, 'Papa, I was thinking long time before to talk to you, but I never got courage to ask you. But I can't resist myself without clearing my doubt. Please forgive m

Dear friend, Remember that time when we first met? I was nothing in your eyes and you were nothing in mine. We were strangers back then; shy to take the first move, yet somehow we managed to break that wall. I started chatting to you, made a joke and you burst out laughing. We became friends. We built on our relationship by joking around and testing our trust. We moved unto secondary high school and our bond became stronger with every day. You see, I was the one you kept to when the times were hard. I would joke around and you would laugh away. I was the only best friend you had back then and I would be there for you at every demand, every day of my life. When I was off ill, you would cry because no other friend could make your day. It was all quite flattering and our bond wasn't even broken by my family, who despite seeing our happy moments, blamed you as 'bad' influence. We took rides to and from school by bus. Our lessons at school were full of

They hate her. They hate her guts. They hate how she carries herself. They hate how easily for her to get what she wants. She can be anyone. She can easily transform her emotions. She can be too friendly and too mean in a minute. They say she’s so hard to understand. She’s not kind yet a lot of people like her. She’s not that pretty yet a lot of boys admire her. She’s not rich yet she doesn't know anything about household chores. She doesn't have much money yet she keeps eating on the expensive restaurants. She’s not a celebrity yet she’s famous. She’s not a politician, yet she knows most of them. She’s “so girl” yet she can control the PUNKS. She’s strict and perfectionist. She loves her friends. She loves her family. She’s intimidating. She says what she wants and what’s on her mind regardless of how painful it will be. She’s very opinionated. She’s always direct to the point. If you want an honest opinion, ask her. If you don’t like her please do te

My name is Kendra Tinch, I have night terrors to the point where I am scared to sleep, I woke up by having one about my best friend...Charlie and I can't fall back to sleep so I wrote this about him. Why did god put his life in my hands...my weak, confused, and young hands. Ever since I was in Kindergarten I have always been a loner. I would never talk to anyone and I would always swing alone ever day. My teachers and family members were worried about me saying I was abnormal and needed to make friends. I was all alone, until third grade when I met my best friend Charlie Tuggle . He was my only friend we would swing together everyday. I had the biggest crush on him and I wanted to tell him but I was too scared so instead of saying anything I just kept quiet and swang . The same two swings, kids used to make fun of me but Charlie would always say the same thing "You will always have me." I swear I can still hear that voice. Fifth grade he invited

Hai... Today i wisht to share my true love story wid u my frnds,n i hope u will like my story,n ur comments to my story will make me to feel happy so plz all my story readers dont forget to send ur comment because urzs each n every comments r like precious blessings on my love.... Now i start to share my story,I am not very good at eng so if i did anything wrong then plz forgive me,It was on oct 15th,when i was chating wid my fb frnds,i saw the notification that "Today is .... B'day" (sry i can't disclose my bf name)so i send him b'day wishes actually i dont know who is he,just as a fb frnd i send him my wish,next day on 16th when i was chating wid other frnds,He send me "Hai",infact this was the 1st msg i got from him,i also replied to his msg from this msg our chating started,We both were started to chat wid eachother as a frnds but now we both chatting as lover :) actually in the begining i dont had any interest to chat wid him but

I met her ten years ago, today. She is a confident adrenaline junky and I was a quiet homebody, we were a couple that seems completely ridiculous for each other from the outside but completely right everywhere else. When we met every detail of it felt completely right. The conversations flowed so smoothly.. We talked about her past and mine, shared a few laughs and couldn't believe what we saw in each other. As I walked her to her car I was steadily thinking that this is the woman for me and that I need to have her in my life.. No matter what. Later I found out that she was thinking the exact same thing. We continued to see each other but we grew too close too quickly and it made things become impossible, we barely knew one another and she just wasnt ready for a relationship and being with me only made her want one. Focusing completely on creating a relationship at the wrong time rather than living in the moment and just having fun. We both had to back up.

This is the fourth date with your new boyfriend, Mike, and he's taking you on a dream date to Riverview. Golly! Riverview! All those rides and cotton candy too! You hope he'll hold your hand while you're strolling down the midway. That'll be so romantic! You spend a long time looking through your closet to pick out just the right attire for this date. What should you wear? Well, you decide to go casual. Suddenly, you feel really daring: no nylons--or that uncomfortable girdle that goes with them. The thought makes you feel a little nervous, maybe a little risqué, but gee, this is Riverview, a place for picnics, games, rides--and fun. You peruse the skirts. What about your cute poodle skirt with saddle shoes? No...a little too long and bulky. Then another one catches your eye. Reaching in for the hanger, you think, yeah, this'll do: a nice plaid skirt with a hem line just below the knees. Your short-sleeve pullover sweater will go nicely with

Being twenty, living at home with my single Mom that does pills every night and sleeps for cash, no girlfriend (never had one), and basically no money, there's nothing to do. All I have is my computer, video games, and my community college that sucks. I don't have the grades to go somewhere nice, and I'm too poor to run away. Being a pretty boring person, I need something. Anything. I finally decided that I would do the one thing that makes every person cool, even if that person sucks at it: creating a rock band. Having no friends, I would have to start my band from scratch at community. Having a second hand electric guitar that my older brother gave me years ago and barely played, I set off to find my new friends and band mates. I put up signs all around my school, asking anyone with music ability to come and find me so that they could try out. On the day they were supposed to find me, only six people showed up. The first was some hipster kid with a fe