IT'S COMMON

"A rejection is nothing more than a necessary step in the pursuit of success." - Bo Bennett 

In this world, at the present time, there will be those who do not recognize us for who we are, or respect us. Nevertheless, we are children of the King. And the Scripture says, “Now if we are children, then we are heirs - heirs of God.

It was the winter of 1926, an age where narrow-mindedness and bigotry still had power in many places. A woman from Chicago named Thelma Goldstein decided to go to Florida for her first real vacation. She was not familiar with the area, and she unknowingly drove to a restricted hotel in North Miami. “Excuse me,” she said to the man at the desk. “My name is Mrs. Goldstein, and I’d like a small room for two weeks.” “I’m awfully sorry,” he replied, “but all of our rooms are occupied.” Just then, she noticed a man checked out at the counter next to them. “What luck,” said Mrs. Goldstein. “Now there’s a room.” “Not so fast, Madam. I’m sorry, but this hotel is restricted. No Jews allowed.” “Jewish?” she said, “Who’s Jewish? I happen to be Catholic.” The man at the desk said, “I find that hard to believe. Let me ask you, who was the Son of God?” “Jesus, Son of Mary.” “Where was he born?” “In a stable.” The man pressed on, “And why was he born in a stable?” With her eyes flashing, she said, “Because a schmuck like you wouldn’t let a Jew rent a room in his hotel!”

WHOSE FAULT II (Contd. from yesterday)

"Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer, but the right answer. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past. Let us accept our own responsibility for the future." - John F. Kennedy

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door. The note went thus…"My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the software programs, then you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so I can help to restore the programs. You're fond of leaving the house keys behind, thus, I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approach every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand…and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face. Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do…I could not pick that flower yet, and die. Because, I desire to grow old with you”