4 Short Stories that Will Change the Way You Think
Most took one look at him and said it wasn't possible. But wrestler-turned-yogi Diamond Dallas Page accepted Boorman's condition as a challenge, and really believed in the year-old veteran. In the video that recounts Boorman's struggle, you see the portly vet struggle to walk even with the help of canes. You see him attempt and fail at balancing in a yoga move.
You see him fall again and again — sometimes even flat on his face — and yet you see him get back on that yoga mat. Over time, Boorman sheds the pounds, gains strength and flexibility, and, eventually, the ability to not only walk without help, but also to sprint — his long hair blowing freely behind him — down the road. Grab a tissue and see for yourself.
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The homeless veteran hero He's known as Staff Sgt. Royal on account of his 10 years in the army. And it was that battlefield training that helped the homeless Seattle veteran save a friend's life one summer night last year. Royal was just a few blocks away when an argument escalated outside a bar, and an unidentified man shot the homeless man he was fighting with. The victim ran down the street before collapsing.
Royal quickly came to his aid. The bullet had struck the man's femoral artery — a large artery in the thigh that, when ruptured, can cause victims to bleed out. Royal used a belt as a tourniquet to stop the bleeding. The man was transported to a nearby hospital and was said to be in stable condition.
Royal attributed his knowledge to his medical training at Ft. The year-old veteran who finally learned to read Ed Bray stormed the beach at Normandy during World War II, earning two purple hearts. And yet, the toughest thing the year-old said he had to face in his life was his illiteracy. For decades, Bray went to extraordinary efforts to keep his inability to read or write a secret. While on the job at an Air Force base, he had a coworker help him with documents. At home, his wife did the same for 62 years until her death in Finally, the determination to shed the shame and learn how to read broke through.
I want to read one book before I die. Her patient and dedicated attitude helped Bray accomplish what he never thought possible.
In February the veteran read his first book, a grade-school biography of George Washington. He's since gone on to read three books, and has no plan to stop now. An unlikely friendship They were quite the pair — she, a beautiful young girl with a bright, white smile; he, a homeless veteran with a scraggly beard and weathered face.
Their friendship started out slow. The girl — who remains unidentified — began saying "hi" to Tony as she traveled to and from her workplace. Soon enough they were having small conversations and then regular talks and periodic lunches. From an outsider's point of view, it seemed the young girl was offering the old, lonely man an ear. But the friendship was reciprocal. Recently, the girl went through a difficult period emotionally, and Tony reportedly helped her navigate those tough personal choices.
One day she was walking around feeling sorry for herself when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Tony giving her a concerned look. He had something for her, he said. Tony takes my hand and gently places the broken antique in my palm. These are old stories — familiar stories. The people and the circumstances differ slightly for everyone who tells them, but the core lessons remain the same.
Every Sunday morning I take a light jog around a park near my home.
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This past Sunday my curiosity got the best of me, so I stopped jogging and walked over to her. As I got closer, I realized that the metal cage was in fact a small trap. There were three turtles, unharmed, slowly walking around the base of the trap. She had a fourth turtle in her lap that she was carefully scrubbing with a spongy brush. It can also corrode and weaken the shell over time. I scratched my head. I mean, I think your efforts are kind and all, but there are fresh water turtles living in lakes all around the world.
So, no offense… but how exactly are your localized efforts here truly making a difference? The woman giggled aloud. You can change the world — maybe not all at once, but one person, one animal, and one good deed at a time. Wake up every morning and pretend like what you do makes a difference. Once upon a time a psychology professor walked around on a stage while teaching stress management principles to an auditorium filled with students. It all depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for an hour straight, its weight might make my arm ache a little. If I hold it for a day straight, my arm will likely cramp up and feel completely numb and paralyzed, forcing me to drop the glass to the floor.
Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and you begin to ache a little. Think about them all day long, and you will feel completely numb and paralyzed — incapable of doing anything else until you drop them. No matter what happens during the day, as early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. During a research experiment a marine biologist placed a shark into a large holding tank and then released several small bait fish into the tank. The marine biologist then inserted a strong piece of clear fiberglass into the tank, creating two separate partitions.
She then put the shark on one side of the fiberglass and a new set of bait fish on the other. Again, the shark quickly attacked. This time, however, the shark slammed into the fiberglass divider and bounced off. Undeterred, the shark kept repeating this behavior every few minutes to no avail. Meanwhile, the bait fish swam around unharmed in the second partition. Eventually, about an hour into the experiment, the shark gave up.
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This experiment was repeated several dozen times over the next few weeks. Each time, the shark got less aggressive and made fewer attempts to attack the bait fish, until eventually the shark got tired of hitting the fiberglass divider and simply stopped attacking altogether. The shark was trained to believe a barrier existed between it and the bait fish, so the bait fish swam wherever they wished, free from harm. Many of us, after experiencing setbacks and failures, emotionally give up and stop trying. Like the shark in the story, we believe that because we were unsuccessful in the past, we will always be unsuccessful.
Read The Road Less Traveled. After spending nearly every waking minute with Angel for eight straight days, I knew that I had to tell her just one thing. So late at night, just before she fell asleep, I whispered it in her ear. A few seconds later she closed her eyes and fell asleep. The room was peaceful — almost silent. All I could hear was the soft purr of her breathing. Nor did the future hold any significance. We must not allow the clock, the calendar, and external pressures to rule our lives and blind us to the fact that each individual moment of our lives is a beautiful mystery and a miracle — especially those moments we spend in the presence of a loved one.
How do you think differently today than you once did? What life experience or realization brought on a significant change in your way of thinking? Please leave a comment below and share your story with us. Wow another great post with 4 great stories. More grease to your elbows Marc and Angel. I have 2 kids from different men and I have no support from both sides and my relationships always end up disastrous.
I have given up on love. I need to love myself first the to expect someone else to love me…right!!!! Thanks so much for the heads up. Do I worry about missing your wonderful blog? No — its my home page! Did I miss your followers passing the K mark? You inspire me daily. These stories made for a great morning read and perspective check. Today is a good day to have a good day. These stories reminded me of a moment I experienced with my mother. My dad had passed away a few years before and we had become very close after his death.
I was very protective of her and wanted to let her know that I would always be there for her. One Sunday, while I was visiting with her, we went for a stroll and then sat down at a bench that was surrounded by beautiful flowers and trees. It was one of those serene summer days when the air was sweet and calm and the sun was comfortably warm. I hugged her and felt so grateful that she had made such a difference in my life. I thought then I always want to remember this moment. My mom passed away 11 years ago, and to this day, thinking of that moment brings me so much peace and love.
I have always been very hard on myself regarding my abilities and my courage to do things. This in turn has resulted in allowing others to make decisions for me such as the course of study I took in University. I decided to carve out a new path, one where the decisions I make are mine and the mistakes I make are my own. It helps to know that there is a whole community out there feeling the way that I do and that there is a place like this that we can all go to be inspired. Sure we are human and that makes all the difference, because we can read, experiment, challenge old beliefs and take risks on a wide spectrum.
But it still takes herculean courage to overcome the past sometimes. And probably some loving support. I bet your friend would love to hear this story. Send him the article and tell him to read the comments. Looking at the bright side, a story like yours has lots of hidden hope and happiness. On one level changes need to be made, but on another level there is plenty of room for positive growth.
It sounds like your heart is in the right place. I think a lot of the community here is cheering for you. Our heart is with you. Stay strong and take it slow, one step at a time. Hugs to you and your boys. Your own personal school, I love it! Please e-mail Angel the book list, she wants to check it out: What an incredible, heartfelt story.
Sometimes we have to remember that the best thing that can possibly happen to us in the long run is not getting exactly what we want right now.
You are living proof. Making one person smile CAN change the world… maybe not the whole world, but their world. Using time, pressure and patience, the universe gradually changes caterpillars into butterflies, sand into pearls, and coal into diamonds. You were being worked on too. You are not alone. Thank you for sharing your stories. You enlightened our evening with beautiful wisdom and insights.
Angel and I simply love sitting down and spending an hour reading over your comments. The second story opened my eyes. What a blessing it would be to master such ability. The weight of the glass. I know I have made small situations heavier because I carried it so long. I learnt valuing others, the hard way. I make sure that I am able to value people and their time, right away rather than holding on to making them feel special until they get sick of waiting and go away from you forever!
I liked story no. I can totally relate to it because I was once the shark. Thank you for this wonderful article! Your short story with you and your wife, and her purring of her breathing. You see, my ex-husband as of June3, was verbally abusive to me. That was one of the many hurtful words he said to me, that made me strong enough to walk away after 30 years.
Now I know what a true relationship should be like. It was a big shock to me when I discovered my half-sister was not a very nice person. I grew up adoring her, babysitting her, loving her very much. I still saw her as a sweet, young child and treated her that way.