Bad Temper

What a great analogy!


There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were…

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More about School

KingMidget's Ramblings

I though of this analogy yesterday while sitting in classes seeing all these kids who didn’t seem to care.  It’s like a football game and they think the game hasn’t started yet.  They think the game starts later.  When they get to college.  When they get a job.  When they get married.  When they have a baby.  I’m not sure when exactly, but they think the game hasn’t started yet for them.  They’re in their pre-game routine.  Or they’re waiting for somebody to tell them in which direction to run.

The only problem is that the game has started and they’re falling behind.  They’re in the first quarter.  Score early, do the hard work now, and your chance of success is greater.  Fall behind early, due to lack of preparation or effort, and your chance of success is less.  The game has started, kiddoes, it’s time for a little effort…

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Miscellaneous Mondays ~ A Message for You

Such encouraging quotes! 🙂

A Glimpse of Starlight

As you start this week, and not an ounce of motivation to work hard exists in your heart, remember:

If you have a job without aggravation, you don’t have a job. 

When the mundane is smothering, and you yearn for adventure, know this:

Be great in the little things.

When the littlest things are the hardest things, and you wonder why be faithful when no one sees:

Character is what you are in the dark. 

When your dreams lie around you like shattered glass, be comforted:

Could it be that He is only waiting there to see / If I will learn to love the dreams that He has dreamed for me

When you obey Him, it opens the door to your unspoken dream 

When the clanging of the chaos of life is that all fills your ears, pause:

Get into the habit of saying, “Speak, Lord,” and life will…

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Apologies, Dear Readers

Same goes for this blog. 🙂 I’ll try to do better!

The World Of The Writer

Hey, everyone! I must apologize for the lack of posts lately. What with the beginning of school and such, I have not had much time for posting, and my blog has gotten pushed towards the back burner, in a way. Since school is definitely more important than blogging (sorry, folks!) I probably won’t be posting much during the week, except for pre-scheduled posts. But on the weekends… Watch out! Actually, I’ll try not to go overboard. 😉 I hope everyone has a wonderful day/night, and that you have not gotten tired by my ramblings. Again, apologies.

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A few thoughts on homeschooling

Such an awesome quote about homeschooling!

The Upstairs Archives

I was commenting on Rachel Carrera’s blog, and we got to talking about homeschooling. (I also was talking about it with pinkdoughnuts15, too. HOMESCHOOLERS UNITE!!!) Anyway, I somehow (it happens, sometimes,) came out with this pithy piece of wisdom:

At public school, kids learn stuff. Homeschooling kids learn how to think.

I don’t know how I got to that conclusion, but that’s how I feel. At college last year, I met other students, and was in the top 10% of all my classes. About my lowest grade was a B+. People thought I was really smart, but I think it was partly because I had already covered a great deal of the material before, and partly because being homeschooled had taught me good thinking strategies.

Also, for some reason “homeschooling” is accepted as correct by this stupid word processing program, but not “homeschooled” or “homeschool.” What’s with…

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Let Us Remember

Use this Fourth of July to remember those who have sacrificed their lives for your freedom.

Chris Martin Writes

Independence Day always stirs within me thoughts of young men and women who have sacrificed so much throughout the timeline of history. From a young boy with trembling hands griped tightly around his one-shot musket, to the girl, just barely out of high school, clutching an M16. No matter what era or battle, it takes something special to be a solider. I’ve always had much respect for people who sacrifice. Those who give up something for another human being. The Bible says there is no greater love than for a man to lay down his life for another. Regardless of my beliefs on war, there are everyday people fighting on foreign soil, separated from their families and loved ones, and for that we owe them respect.

I wrote When a Soldier Cries last year, and wanted to share it with you today. Have a safe and happy July 4th holiday.

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With No Hope Left

I posted this on my other blog, and thought it would go good here, too. Please share!

The World Of The Writer

Hi, everyone! I loved writing this little story. Almost made me cry. I hope reading this will start a fire of passion withing you, and inspire you to do something. Please reblog it and share it so others can feel that passion to do something, too! 😀 God bless!

The wind.

It’s such a beautiful noise, at night when you can’t fall asleep and you hear it howling through the trees.

Unless you’re the homeless man on the corner.

You know the one. You pass by him every day on the way to work or school. His thin clothes offer no protection from the cold. His head rests on his knees as he sleeps, his few belongings clutched to his chest.

He’s not a bad man, he’s just fallen on bad times. He had a wife, and two cute little girls. Had. He tried so hard to earn money, doing…

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