Judo Master Sensei !!!

Judo Champion


Sometimes your biggest weakness can become your biggest strength.


Take, for example, the story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to study Judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.


The boy began lessons with an old Japanese Judo Master Sensei.


The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.


“Sensei,” the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?”


“This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the Sensei replied.


Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.


Several months later, the Sensei took the boy to his first tournament.


Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches.


The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match.


Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.


This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced.


For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched.


Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out.


He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened.


“No,” the Sensei insisted, “Let him continue.”


Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard.


Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him.


The boy had won the match and the tournament.


He was the champion.


On the way home, the boy and Sensei reviewed every move in each and every match.


Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.


“Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”


“You won for two reasons,” the Sensei answered.


“First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of Judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm.”


The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.







Emergence Of Brooklyn Bridge


In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island.


However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea.


It just could not be done.

It was not practical.

It had never been done before.


Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge.


He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done.


He just had to share the dream with someone else.


After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.


Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome.


With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.


The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling.


Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.


“We told them so.”


“Crazy men and their crazy dreams.”


“It’s foolish to chase wild visions.”


Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built.


In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.


He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task.


As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.


It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up.


Suddenly an idea hit him.


All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it.


By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.


He touched his wife’s arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again.


Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do.


It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.


For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife’s arm, until the bridge was finally completed.


Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man’s indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances.


It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world.


It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.


Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.


Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face.


The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realized with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.


Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination and persistence.





Success !!!


Destructive Words can cause Deep wounds which can destroy someone’s desire. So please don’t discourage anyone ….

 A group of frogs were hopping contentedly through the woods, going about their froggy business, when two of them fell into a deep pit.


All of the other frogs gathered around the pit to see what could be done to help their companions.


When they saw how deep the pit was, the rest of the dismayed group agreed that it was hopeless and told the two frogs in the pit that they should prepare themselves for their fate, because they were as good as dead.


Unwilling to accept this terrible fate, the two frogs began to jump with all of their might.


Some of the frogs shouted into the pit that it was hopeless, and that the two frogs wouldn’t be in that situation if they had been more careful, more obedient to the froggy rules, and more responsible.


The other frogs continued sorrowfully shouting that they should save their energy and give up, since they were already as good as dead.


The two frogs continued jumping as hard as they could, and after several hours of desperate effort were quite weary.


Finally, one of the frogs took heed to the calls of his fellows.


Spent and disheartened, he quietly resolved himself to his fate, lay down at the bottom of the pit, and died as the others looked on in helpless grief.


The other frog continued to jump with every ounce of energy he had, although his body was wracked with pain and he was completely exhausted.


His companions began a new, yelling for him to accept his fate, stop the pain and just die.


The weary frog jumped harder and harder and – wonder of wonders!


Finally leapt so high that he sprang from the pit.


Amazed, the other frogs celebrated his miraculous freedom and then gathering around him asked, “Why did you continue jumping when we told you it was impossible?”


Reading their lips, the astonished frog explained to them that he was deaf, and that when he saw their gestures and shouting, he thought they were cheering him on.


What he had perceived as encouragement inspired him to try harder and to succeed against all odds.


This simple story contains a powerful lesson.


Your encouraging words can lift someone up and help him or her make it through the day.


Your destructive words can cause deep wounds; they may be the weapons that destroy someone’s desire to continue trying – or even their life.


Your destructive, careless word can diminish someone in the eyes of others, destroy their influence and have a lasting impact on the way others respond to them.







 Foundation Of Stanford University


A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston and walk timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President’s outer office.


The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn’t even deserve to be in Cambridge.


“We want to see the president,” the man said softly.


“He’ll be busy all day,” the secretary snapped.


“We’ll wait,” the lady replied.


For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away.


They didn’t and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the President, even though it was a chore she always regretted.


“Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they’ll leave,” she said to him.


He sighed in exasperation and nodded.


Someone of his importance obviously didn’t have the time to spend with them, but he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.


The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple.


The lady told him,


“We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus.”


The president wasn’t touched…. He was shocked.


“Madam,” he said, gruffly, “we can’t put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery.”


“Oh, no,” the lady explained quickly.


“We don’t want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard.”


The president rolled his eyes.


He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, and then exclaimed, “A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard.”


For a moment the lady was silent.


The president was pleased.


Maybe he could get rid of them now.


The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, “Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don’t we just start our own?”


Her husband nodded.


The president’s face wilted in confusion and bewilderment.


Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the University that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.


You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing.








A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson.


The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.


The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult.


Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped, the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.


The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about Grandfather,” said the son.


“I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.”


So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.


There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.


Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.  When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.


Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.


One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.


He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.”


The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.


Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.


That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table.


For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family.


And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.


Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb.


If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.


The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child’s future. Let’s be wise builders and role models.


“Life is about people connecting with people, and making a positive difference. Take care of yourself, … and those you love, … today, … and everyday!”









A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.


SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”


DAD: “Yeah sure, what it is?” replied the man.


SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”


DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.


SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”


DAD: “If you must know, I make $20 an hour.”


“Oh,” the little boy replied, with his head down.


Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I please borrow $10?”


The father was furious,


“If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”


The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.


The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions.


How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?


After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:


Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10 and he really didn’t ask for money very often.


The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.


“Are you asleep, son?” He asked.


“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.


“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man.


“It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $10 you asked for.”


The little boy sat straight up, smiling. “Oh, thank you daddy!” He yelled.


Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.


The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.


The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.


“Why do you want more money if you already have some?” the father grumbled.


“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.


“Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?


Please come home early tomorrow.


I would like to have dinner with you.”


Share this story with someone you like…. But even better, share $20 worth of time with someone you love.


It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life.


We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.


If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.


But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.


And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.


An unwise investment indeed!


So what is the moral of the story???


Don’t work too hard…and you know what the full word of FAMILY is?









A Hole In The Fence !!!



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 day passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.


The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.


He said, “You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence.”


The fence will never be the same.


When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.


You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.


It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there.


A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.


Friends and loved ones are a very rare jewel, indeed.


They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.


They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.


Water your relationships with kindness… and they will grow.


So be careful little lips what you say…! And you won’t chase friendships away.