Inspiring Story: A Cocoon of a butterfly

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. 

He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force 

its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. 

It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and 

snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.

The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, 

shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because 

he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand 

to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling 

around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that 

the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get 

through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body 

of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once 

it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. 

If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, 

it would cripple us.

We would not be as strong as what we could have been. 

We could never fly!

Author : Unknown

Inspiring Story :When My Fingers Grow Back ?????

This is a true story which happened in the States. 

A man came out of his home to admire his new truck.

To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily 

hammering dents into the shiny paint.

The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered 

the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment.

When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. 

Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, 

he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands.

When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his 
bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy, I'm sorry about 
your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going 
to grow back?"

The father went home & committed suicide.

Lesson to learn from the Story:


Think about the story the next time u see someone spill milk 

at a dinner table or hear a baby crying. Think first before u lose 

your patience with someone u love. 

Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't.

Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person 

and the performance.

People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. 

But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.

Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient. 
Understand & love.

Author Unknown

Inspiring Story: Attitude is everything

Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always 

in a good mood and always had something positive to say. 

When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, 

"If I were any better, I would be twins!"

He was a unique manager because he had several waiters 

who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. 

The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. 

He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, 

Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side 

of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to 

Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person 

all of the time. How do you do it?"

Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, 

you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood 

or you can choose to be in a bad mood.' I choose to be in a good mood. 

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or 

I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. 

Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept 

their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. 

I choose the positive side of life."

"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.

"Yes it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away 

all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react 

to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. 

You choose to be in a good or bad mood. The bottom line: 

It's your choice how you live life."

I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry

 to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him 

when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed 

to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and 

was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers.

While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off 

the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found 

relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released 

from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.

I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, 

he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through 

his mind as the robbery took place.

"The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked 

the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered 

that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. 

I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.

Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to 

be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the 

expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. 

In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man.' I knew I needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. 

"She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses 

stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 

'Bullets!' Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to live. 

Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."

Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude.

 I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.

Attitude, after all, is everything.

By Francie Baltazar-Schwartz