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One of the memories that I will always have about when I was in Kindergarten, was the day my friend taught me about crayon boxes. She was my first real friend, and my best friend at the time. One day we were coloring, and she let me borrow crayons from her huge 64-count box. I thought they were so cool. My little 24-count box was nothing compared to hers.

As we were coloring, I reached over to put a crayon back in the box. If any of you have ever used crayons, you know that sometimes they don’t go back in as easy as they came out, and that sometimes you end up with a huge bulge in the box. Well, that’s what happened with this particular crayon.

I kept trying to force back in the box so it would fit, and my friend didn’t like that too much, since it was her crayon box. She started throwing a fit and I remember her yelling, “Don’t force it!” Then she continued to give me a demonstration on how you push the other crayons out of the way to make room for the other one going back into the box.

As we were growing up, we continued to stay good friends in grade school. I remember always teasing her about it, and she said she never remembered that day really, but I know it really happened, because I think it was the first time she ever yelled at me.

When we entered high school, things started to change, like they most often do. We still talked when we got the chance, but we started to make our own friends. We’ve stayed in touch, always saying hi in the halls and everything, but we weren’t the same best friends we were in Kindergarten.

Just this year, my sophomore year, things really started to change for me. So many different things happened, I felt like I was lost in the world. I didn’t know what to do or who I could turn to.

Then one day my friend came to my locker after school because she saw that I had been crying after spending the afternoon in the guidance office. She asked me what was wrong and I knew I could trust her, so I told her everything that was going on in my life. I told her this in a 7 page note and gave it to her in school.

A couple periods later she had stopped me in the halls and gave me a note and told me how she understood and everything. She wrote me and told me how I just need some time for things to get worked out, and that everything will be okay. At the end of the note, she wrote one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. She wrote at the end: “I’ll give you the same advice I gave you back when we were in Kindergarten: Don’t Force It!”

When I read that it put a smile on my face, the first smile that I had cracked in awhile. I told her that I appreciated the note totally. It’s funny that out of all the things people have said to me and tried to help me, those words she wrote in the note were the most inspirational.

It’s weird that 10 years later the advice she had given me in kindergarten would help me out so much now. She can’t give me a demonstration on how to push things away, like the crayons, but she made me open up my eyes, just like she did when she yelled at me in kindergarten.

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I have been busier than a coon on a full moon. I worked 4 = 16 hour days then on the last day, right before I went home (and was ready for a good nights sleep) … the phone rang and I got a call that required me to drive to north Texas to help a family member (my nephew) Some times you just have to ‘muster up’ that extra little bit of strength you have stored deep down in the soul. I did get a little 4 hour cat nap before making the long trip to get him.

I have been thinking about how life is like the toy, a Yo-Yo. We go from slow lazy days to fast, busy and rushed days. We roll out into our days, then roll into our homes and rest. We breath out then breath in. And then sometimes we get all tangled up and have to have someone to help us take the time to untangle our lives (or the Yo-Yo string) There is a certain amount of joy watching a child play with a toy, while I find a way to make a life lesson from it.

“Life is like a Yo-Yo…sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down, and sometimes you just get all tangled up in the eff’n string.”

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While I was blogging this morning, my nephew was getting inspired and decided he was going to write a poem, this is what he wrote (he is 11) I was trying to teach him about Haiku’s, short poems with big meanings and or descriptions of what you experience/ see.

love is the bandage

that holds together

a broken heart

cj 2013

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I may not be the brightest crayon in the box but I am still colorful

(~_~)

Walking one evening along a deserted road, Mulla Nasrudin saw a troop of horsemen coming towards him. His imagination started to work; he saw himself captured and sold as a slave, or impressed into the army.Nasrudin bolted, climbed a wall into a graveyard, and lay down in an open tomb. Puzzled at his strange behaviour, the men – honest travelers – followed him. They found him stretched out, tense and quivering.“What are you doing in that grave? We saw you run away. Can we help you?”“Just because you can ask a question does not mean that there is a straightforward answer to it,” said the Mulla, who now realized what had happened. “It all depends on your viewpoint. If you must know, however: I am here because of you, and you are here because of me.”

 
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It is a miricale that you are here now… here are the odds…
 
 I had heard the Buddhist version of the probability of ‘this precious incarnation.’  Imagine there was one life preserver thrown somewhere in some ocean and there is exactly one turtle in all of these oceans, swimming underwater somewhere.  The probability that you came about and exist today is the same as that turtle sticking its head out of the water — in the middle of that life preserver.  On one try.
 

(Your Parents) Now let’s say the chances of them actually talking to one another is one in 10.  And the chances of that turning into another meeting is about one in 10 also.  And the chances of that turning into a long-term relationship is also one in 10.  And the chances of that lasting long enough to result in offspring is one in 2.  So the probability of your parents’ chance meeting resulting in kids is about 1 in 2000.

Probability of same boy knocking up same girl: 1 in 2000.

So the combined probability is already around 1 in 40 million — long but not insurmountable odds.  Now things start getting interesting.  Why?  Because we’re about to deal with eggs and sperm, which come in large numbers.

Each sperm and each egg is genetically unique because of the process of meiosis; you are the result of the fusion of one particular egg with one particular sperm.  A fertile woman has 100,000 viable eggs on average.  A man will produce about 12 trillion sperm over the course of his reproductive lifetime.  Let’s say a third of those (4 trillion) are relevant to our calculation, since the sperm created after your mom hits menopause don’t count.  So the probability of that one sperm with half your name on it hitting that one egg with the other half of your name on it is

1/(100,000)(4 trillion)= 1/(105)(4×1012)= 1 in 4 x 1017, or one in 400 quadrillion.

Probability of right sperm meeting right egg: 1 in 400 quadrillion.

(your odds are better, hitting the lottery)

Lets face it, that makes you and me, walking miracles. 

But we’re just getting started.

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You are a miracle

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Once there was a sweeper in a well-known temple and he was very sincere and devoted.

Every time he saw thousands of devotees coming to take Darshan of the Lord, he thought that the Lord is standing all the time and giving Darshan and He must be feeling very tired.

So one day very innocently he asked the Lord whether he can take the place of the Lord for a day so that the Lord can have some relief and rest.

The Deity of Temple replied, “I do not mind taking a break. I will transform you like Myself, but you must do one thing. you must just stand here like Me, smile at everyone and just give benedictions. Do not interfere with anything and do not say anything. Remember you are the deity and you just have faith that I have a master plan for everything.”

The sweeper agreed to this.

The next day the sweeper took the position of the deity and a rich man came and prayed to the Lord. He offered a nice donation and prayed that his business should be prosperous. While going, the rich man inadvertently left his wallet full of money right there. Now the sweeper in the form of deity could not call him and so he decided to control himself and keep quiet.

Just then a poor man came and he put one coin in the offering box and said that it was all he could afford and he prayed to the Lord that he should continue to be engaged in the Lord’s service.

He also said that his family was in dire need of some basic needs but he left it to the good hands of the Lord to give some solution. When he opened his eyes, he saw the wallet left by the rich man. The poor man thanked the Lord for His kindness and took the wallet very innocently. The sweeper in the form of the Deity could not say anything and he had to just keep smiling.

At that point a sailor walked in. He prayed for his safe journey as he was going on a long trip. Just then the rich man came with the police and said that somebody has stolen his wallet and seeing the sailor there, he asked the police to arrest him thinking that he might have taken it. Now the sweeper in the form of Deity wanted to say that the sailor is not the thief but he could not say so and he became greatly frustrated.

The sailor looked at the Lord and asked why he, an innocent person, is being punished. The rich man looked at the Lord and thanked Him for finding the thief. The sweeper in the deity form could no more tolerate and he thought that even if the real Lord had been here, he would have definitely interfered and hence he started speaking and said that the sailor is not the thief but it was the poor man who took away the wallet. The rich man was very thankful as also the sailor.

In the night, the real Lord came and He asked the sweeper how the day was. The sweeper said, “I thought it would be easy, but now I know that Your days are not easy, but I did one good thing.” Then he explained the whole episode to the Lord. The Lord became very upset on hearing this whereas the sweeper thought the Lord would appreciate him for the good deed done.

The Lord asked, “Why did you not just stick to the plan? You had no faith in Me. Do you think that I do not understand the hearts of all those who come here? All the donation which the rich man gave was all stolen money and it is only a fraction of what he really has and he wants Me to reciprocate unlimitedly. The single coin offered by the poor man was the last coin he was having and he gave it to Me out of faith. The sailor might not have done anything wrong, but if the sailor were to go in the ship that night he was about to die because of bad weather and instead if he is arrested he would be in the jail and he would have been saved form a greater calamity. The wallet should go to the poor man because he will use it in My service. I was going to reduce the rich man’s karma also by doing this and save the sailor also. But you cancelled everything because you thought you know My plan and you made your own plans.”

MORAL: God has plans and justice for everyone; we just have to have patience.

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There was once a group of learned Buddhist monks who spent all their time in scholastic debate. As part of their banter they would often wonder, half-joking, half-seriously, which one of them would attain enlightenment first. Whenever this topic came up, the only thing they could all agree on was that it would not be Stupid, the illiterate monk who was capable only of sweeping the monastery floor and whom nobody has any time for. Of course, it was Stupid who got enlightened first. The jealous monks went to the Abbot. How come Stupid had attained enlightenment first? Had he been overhearing their intellectual conversations?

 
“Not at all,” replied the Abbot. “It’s just that while he was sweeping the corners of the monastery he made sure he was also sweeping the corners of his mind.”

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may you find joy in cleaning the corners of your mind

(~_~)

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