Thursday, September 16, 2004

A Great Lesson

A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all of their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?" The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.

This story teaches two lessons:

1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.

2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them. Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words....it is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another. Be Special to others.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is a nice blog.

I could play here.

Quite happily.

Oh yes.

xx
Ian

12:30 PM 
Blogger Mab said...

*grins at Ian*

Georgia, this is a great story. It reminded me of a time when me and a friend were going through a very bad patch. All communication had completely broken down, but we hadn't yet reached the point of screaming at each other.

I stayed at her house and I thought we were going to cant, but others were around and it didn't work out like that. In the morning, I was on her settee, where I'd slept, planning what I was going to say to her. It was basically along the lines of, 'I don't think this friendship is worth persevering with.'

However, as I went over it in my head, she came down the stairs and walked past the open door. She was half-asleep and hadn't had her first fag or brew yet, and she was mid-getting the kids to school. But as she passed the door, she gave me a little wave.

That little wave shocked me to the core, because I thought she had stopped even noticing I existed. I didn't say what I planned to say, but neither did I walk away. All based on that tiny little wave as she passed by the room.

The thing is, not long on, we did manage to talk and we did sort out our differences. She couldn't even remember the wave, but that's what stilled me.

It often is the tiny gestures. That is so true.

4:42 PM 
Blogger Georgia said...

Behave Ian.... I'm watching you.... you know like in the movie Congo... hehe....

5:52 PM 
Blogger Georgia said...

Yes, sometimes the smallest thing can make a difference. That is only if one of the people is willing o notice it. :-)

6:03 PM 

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