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  • Welcome Welcome to a small collection ofinspiring content that provides me with ‘occasional wisdom’. Thispresentation is a small collection of stories, quotes and poems that continue to inspire me. Enjoy! Brad WaldronTuesday, 19 March 13
  • Two Lions in his Heart An elderly Zulu warrior was talking to his grandchild. "It is though I have two lions in my heart," he said. "One is a vengeful creature seeking destruction and the other is a compassionate, loving creature." "Which one will win?" asked the child. "The one I feed" was his reply.Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • Making a Difference A man was jogging down the beach after a major storm had just come through the area.  He was dismayed by the huge number of starfish that the storm had washed up on the beach.  He thought that there was nothing he could do because of the immense numbers. As he continued down the beach he saw an old man throw something into the water.  As he got closer, he saw the old man walk a little farther down the beach, bend over, pick up a starfish and throw it back into the water. As the jogger approached, the old man stopped again, bent over, picked up another starfish and was about to throw it into the water. The jogger stopped and asked "Why are you doing that? There are thousands of starfish on the beach. You cant possibly make a difference." The old man looked at the starfish, threw it back into the water, then replied, "I made a difference to that one, didnt I?"       Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • 12 Rules for Being Human 1.  You  will  receive  a  body.   6.  "There"  is  no  beEer  than   You  may  like  it  or  hate  it,  but  it   "here."   will  be  yours  the  en5re  period. When  your  "there"  has  become  a   "here,"  you  will  simply  obtain   2.  You  will  learn  lessons.   another  "there"  that  will  again   You  are  enrolled  in  a  full-­‐5me   look  beGer  than  "here." informal  school  called  Life.  Each   day  in  this  school  you  will  have   7.  Others  are  merely  mirrors  of   the  opportunity  to  learn  lessons.   you.   You  may  like  the  lessons  or  think   You  cannot  love  or  hate  something   them  irrelevant  and  stupid. about  another  person  unless  it   reflects  something  you  love  or   3.  There  are  no  mistakes,  only   hate  about  yourself. lessons. Growth  is  a  process  of  trial  and   8.  What  you  make  of  your  life  is   error:  experimenta5on.  The   up  to  you.   "failed"  experiments  are  as  much   You  have  all  the  tools  and   a  part  of  the  process  as  the   resources  you  need.  What  you  do   experiments  that  ul5mately   with  them  is  up  to  you.  The  choice   "work." is  yours. 4.  A  lesson  is  repeated  un?l   9.  Life  is  exactly  what  you  think  it   learned.   is.   A  lesson  will  be  presented  to  you   You  create  a  life  that  matches  your   in  various  forms  un5l  you  have   beliefs  and  expecta5ons. learned  it.  When  you  have   learned  it,  you  can  then  go  on  to   10.  Your  answers  lie  inside  you.   the  next  lesson.   The  answers  to  lifes  ques5ons  lie   inside  you.  All  you  need  to  do  is   5.  Learning  lessons  does  not   look,  listen,  and  trust. end.   There  is  no  part  of  life  that  does   11.  You  will  forget  all  this. not  contain  its  lessons.  If  you  are   alive,  there  are  lessons  to  be   12.  You  can  remember  it   learned. whenever  you  want.  Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • Everyday on the African Plains a Buffalo wakes up It knows it must out run, out smart and out manoeuvre the fastest Lion in order to live. Everyday on the same plains the Lion wakes up. It knows it must out run, out smart and out manoeuvre the slowest Buffalo in order to live. In our business it doesn’t matter whether we see ourselves as a Buffalo or a Lion When the sun comes up we’d better be running.”Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • Our Deepest Fear Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are we NOT to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won’t feel unsure about you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. As we let our own Light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. Marianne WilliamsonTuesday, 19 March 13 1994 Inaugural Speech
  • Footprints One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord. When the last scene from his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times I his life. This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. “Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints, I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me”. The Lord replied, “My precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During the times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you”.Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • If I Had My Life to Live Over Again by Nadine Stair at age 85 If I had my life to live over again, Id try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I know of very few things I would take seriously. I would be crazier. I would be less hygienic. I would take more chances. I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and watch more sunsets. I would burn more gasoline. I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans. I would have more actual problems and fewer imaginary ones. You see , I am one of those people who live prophylactically and sensibly and sanely. Hour after hour. Day by Day. Oh, I have had my moments, and if I had it to do over again, Id have more of them. In fact, Id having nothing else. Just moments, one right after another instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I have been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a rain coat, and a parachute. If I had it to do over again, I would go places and do things and travel lighter than I have. If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would play hookey more often. I would ride more merry- go-rounds. Id pick more dasies.Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • Walk the Second Mile“So you think I’m courageous?” she asked.“Yes, I do.”“Perhaps I am. But that’s because I’ve had some of inspiring teachers. I’ll tell you about one of them. Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer atStandford Hospital, I got to know a little girl named Lisa who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a bloodtransfusion from her five-year-old-brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only amoment before taking a deep breath and saying, ‘Yes, I’ll do it if it will save Lisa.’“As the transfusion progressed, he lay in a bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the colour return to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale andhis smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked in a trembling voice, ‘Will I start to die right away?’“Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to give her all his blood.“Yes, I’ve learned courage,” she added, “because I’ve had inspiring teachers.”Sacred Journey of the Peaceful Warrior - Dan MillmanTuesday, 19 March 13
  • How did you know there was Chip Away What’s Not You In a small village in Africa and old man sat outside his humble home a Hippo within that working on a large chunk of wood he was sculpturing. chunk of wood? A group of young children gathered around and watched and, as only children can, asked many questions and distracted the old man to such an extent that he finally took his work inside and closed the door. Sometime later when his work was complete he opened his door wide and pulled back the blinds. It did not take long for the curious children to gather outside and finally slowly, one by one, they entered the little house and to their surprise in place of the large chunk of wood stood a very beautiful highly polished Hippo. One little boy asked, “How did you know that there was a Hippo hidden inside that piece of wood?” And the old man replied, “Do you remember that rough piece of wood you saw me working on some time ago? Well. As we grow up we become a little like that wood, because without a relationship with God we build layers of sin around us. And then one day as we discover that God loves us and forgives us for our sins as we repent for them He chips away all that is not perfect and in time He reveals to all the unique special person we all are – far more beautiful than the Hippo that you see here!” Just as here I have chipped away everything that is not a Hippo, God chips away everything that is not Him.Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • Tributes After dying in a car crash, three friends go to Heaven for orientation. They are all asked the same question: "When you are in your casket, and friends and family are mourning over you, what would you like to hear them say about you?" The first guy immediately responds, "I would like to hear them say that I was one of the great doctors of my time, and a great family man." The second guy says, "I would like to hear that I was a wonderful husband and school teacher who made a huge difference in the children of tomorrow." The last guy thinks a minute and replies, "I guess Id like to hear them say, Look, hes moving!"Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • The Goose Story Next autumn, when you see geese heading south for the winter, flyng in a V formation, you might consider what science has discovered as to why they fly that way: • As each bird flaps its wings, it creates an uplift for the bird immediately following. • By flying in V formation the whole flock adds at least 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew on its own. People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going more quickly and easily because they are travelling on the thrust of one another. • When a goose falls out of formation it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to go it alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird in front. If we have as much sense as a goose, we will stay in formation with those who are headed the same way as we are. • When the lead goose gets tired it rotates back in the wing and another goose flies the point. It is sensible to take turns doing demanding jobs with people or with geese flying south. • Geese honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed. What do we say when we honk from behind? • Finally - and this is important - when a goose gets sick or is wounded by gun shots, and falls out of formation, two other geese fall out with that goose and follow it down to lend help and protection. They stay with the fallen goose until it is able to fly or until it dies, and only then do they launch out on their own, or with another formation, to catch up with their group. If we have the sense of a goose we will stand together like that! -Source Unknown Emergency Librarian 1991Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • Creation: A Sioux Story The Creator gathered all of Creation and said, "I want to hide something from the humans until they are ready for it. It is the realisation that they create their own reality." The eagle said, "Give it to me, I will take it to the moon." The Creator said, "No. One day they will go there and find it." The salmon said, "I will bury it on the bottom of the ocean." "No. They will go there too." The buffalo said, "I will bury it on the Great Plains." The Creator said, "They will cut into the skin of the Earth and find it even there." Grandmother Mole, who lives in the breast of Mother Earth, and who has no physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes, said, "Put it inside of them." And the Creator said, "It is done."Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • The Street 1. I walk down the street, Theres a deep hole in the pavement, I fall in. I am lost...........I am hopeless. It isnt my fault, It takes forever to find a way out. 2. I walk down the same street, There is a deep hole in the pavement, I pretend I dont see it. I fall in again. I cant believe I am in the same place. But it isnt my fault, It still takes a long time to get out. 3. I walk down the same street, There is a deep hole in the pavement, I see it is there. I still fall in..........its a habit. My eyes are open, I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. 4. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the pavement. I walk around it. 5. I walk down another street. Portia NelsonTuesday, 19 March 13
  • ‘THE INVITATION’ By Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Native American Elder It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for, And if you dare dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, For your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring the moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, If you have been opened to life’s betrayals or Have become shrivelled and closed for fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, Without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, If you can dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you, To the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, Be realistic, or remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty, Even when it is not pretty every day, And if you can source your life from your spirit’s presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!” It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, Weary and bruised to the bone, and to do what needs to be done, for the children. It doesn’t interest me who you are or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand still in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, And if you truly like the company you keep in empty moments.Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • St Francis’ Creed Let me be an instrument for giving Where there is hatred let me give love Where there is injury, pardon Where there is despair, hope Where there is doubt faith Where there is darkness light Where there is sadness, joy To give and not to count the cost Fight, and not to heed the wounds Toil, and not seek for rest Labour, and not ask for any reward, Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console Not so much to be understood as to understand Not so much to be loved as to love For it is in the giving that we receive It is in the pardoning that we are pardoned It is in the dying that we awake to eternal life St Francis of Assisi (Patron St of animals)Tuesday, 19 March 13
  • THE RACETuesday, 19 March 13
  • "Quit! Give up! Youre beaten!" But as they speeded down the "Get up and win the race!" They shout at me and plead field Three times hed fallen, "Theres just too much against Across a shallow dip So up he jumped to try again stumbling; you now The little boy who thought to win - Ten yards behind the last - Three times he rose again; This time you cant succeed" Lost his step and slipped "If Im to gain those yards," he Too far behind to hope to win thought He still ran to the end And as I start to hang my head "Ive got to move real fast." In front of failures face Trying hard to catch himself They cheered the winning runner My downward fall is broken His hands flew out to brace Exerting everything he had As he crossed the line first place By the memory of a race And mid the laughter of the He regained eight or ten, Head high, and proud, and crowd But trying hard to catch the lead happy; He fell flat on his face He slipped and fell again! No falling, no disgrace And hope refills my weakened will Defeat! He lied there silently But when the fallen youngster As I recall that scene: So down he fell and with him - A tear dropped from his eye - Crossed the line last place, For just the memory of that short hope "Theres no sense running The crowd gave him the greater race - He couldnt win it now - anymore: cheer, Rejuvenates my being. Embarrassed, sad, he only Three strikes: Im out! Why try!" For finishing the race wished A childrens race - young boys, To disappear somehow. The will to rise had disappeared And even though he came in last young men All hope had fled away With head bowed low, unproud, How I remember well. But as he fell his dad stood So far behind, so error prone; You would have thought hed Excitement, sure! But also fear: upAnd showed his anxious A loser all the way won the race It wasnt hard to tell. faceWhich to the boy so clearly To listen to the crowd said:"Get up and win the race." "Ive lost, so whats the use," he They all lined up so full of hope thought And to his dad he sadly said, Each thought to win that race He quickly rose, no damage "Ill live with my disgrace." "I didnt do too well." Or tie for first, or if not that, done But then he thought about his "To me, you won," his father At least take second place. - Behind a bit thats all - dad said. And ran with all his mind and Who soon hed have to face "You rose each time you fell." And fathers watched from off the might side To make up for his fall "Get up" an echo sounded low. And now when things seem dark Each cheering for his son "Get up and take your place; and hard And each boy hoped to show his So anxious to restore himself You were not meant for failure And difficult to face, dad - To catch up and to win - here. The memory of that little boy That he would be the one His mind went faster than his Get up and win the race." Helps me in my race legs: The whistle blew and off they He slipped and fell again! "With borrowed will get up," it went said"You havent lost at allFor For all of life is like that race, Young hearts and hopes afire He wished then he had quit winning is no more than this:To With ups and downs and all. To win and be the hero there before rise each time you fall"So up he And all you have to do to win Was each young boys desire With only one disgrace rose to run once more,And with a Is rise each time you fall. "Im hopeless as a runner now; new commitHe resolved that win And one boy in particular I shouldnt try to race." or lose Whose dad was in the crowd At least he wouldnt quit "Quit! Give up! Youre beaten!" Was running in the lead and But in the laughing crowd he They still shout in my face. thought: searched So far behind the others now But another voice within me "My dad will be so proud!" And found his fathers face; - The most hed ever been - says; That steady look which said Still he gave it all he had "GET UP AND WIN THE RACE" again And ran as though to winTuesday, 19 March 13
  • INSPIRING A SHARED VISION the inspiring leaderTuesday, 19 March 13
  • MODELLING THE WAY the inspiring leaderTuesday, 19 March 13
  • ENABLING OTHERS TO ACT the inspiring leaderTuesday, 19 March 13
  • CHALLENGING THE PROCESS the inspiring leaderTuesday, 19 March 13
  • ENCOURAGING THE HEART the inspiring leaderTuesday, 19 March 13