Survival of the fittest!!!

Deepali wasn’t rich like a millionaire or poor in a manner of being homeless. She was living an average comfortable life. It was made even better when a beautiful baby girl came her way.

She and her husband made sure their daughter had her needs met and they were still able to take a yearly vacation by the beach.

Deepali was a partner in her husband’s business. They both had a different set of duties which kept everything in balance.

One day a devastating blow came to her husband’s business, and over a three year period the business dropped out of site.

Her husband had to totally reinvent himself and was yearning to fulfill a dream with a new vocation.

She was happy for him and supported him fully, but still the money was not coming in.

Deepali began to feel guilty that she wasn’t contributing with any kind of income. It had been a long time since she had worked outside the home and had to work for someone else.

Needless to say she was scared but still had faith that everything would be okay.

She began job hunting and found filling out applications somewhat difficult, especially the part asking for job references.

Keep in mind that she was self-employed with her husband for almost 20 years. It felt as though that didn’t count for anything as she was never called for an interview.

At the time she was job hunting her mom became more ill than she had been and ended up in the hospital for a week.

Once Deepali’s mom returned home she became her mom’s helper one day a week. She did the shopping, changed sheets, vacuumed and did other things that her mother was not able to do anymore.

Of course her mom would pay her for her time and labor but she still felt she needed to find another source of income.

One of the first applications she had filled out finally came through. She passed the interview with flying colors and was told she was “exactly” what they were looking for.

Although it was only part time it was exactly what she wanted. It was important for her to be home when her daughter arrived home from school.

She was told they would be in touch when the schedule was ready. Knowing she had the job made her feel contented and productive again.

Within a few weeks though, she received an e-mail saying that the company had changed the job into a full time position and she was not qualified.

Deepali was devastated. She felt betrayed and felt she had been lied to.

That evening she was alone as her husband and daughter had gone out for the night. She welcomed the aloneness and wanted to drown her sorrows in a hot tub of bubbles.

As she knew she would, she began to cry, softly at first just from the sheer pain of being rejected. Three long years of struggle had finally caught up with her.

Then she became angry; angry at everything from the circumstances that got her there, to God himself.

She cried harder and yelled, “What do you want me to do?” She really felt that God had abandoned her.

When she was able to cry no more, she became exhausted and gave up. It was at that moment that a silent idea came to her to offer other elderly people home care assistance.

Using another talent for computers she printed off some flyers and cards and distributed them to her church, grocery stores and even placed a small ad in the newspaper.

Within a week she had procured two new clients.

Now, even though she’s not a CEO of a major company or a power player she feels happy and productive again. So, had God really abandoned her?

Let’s look at nature for the lessons and the answer.

Before a butterfly can emerge out of it’s chrysalis it has to go through a lot of struggling. Yes, struggling. Each time it lunges out to escape, acids are being removed from its wings.

If someone were to come along and break the chrysalis open for it then the butterfly would die from those acids. In essence the struggle is necessary for the butterfly to survive.

Then in the stillness, when the struggle is over, the butterfly can come out and share its beauty with the world.

We as humans are not any different. There are times that we need to struggle, to rid ourselves of the acids that make up sadness, fear, and anger.

It is only at this time when we are exhausted and still that we begin to hear the Universe whisper to us.  

Try to face the challenges in life and then try to break it with full confidence, and then you can reach greater heights in your life…

All the very best for your bright future….





Elephant Story !!!

Can’t you break the chain?


As I was passing the elephants, I suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg.


No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.


I saw a trainer near by and asked why these beautiful, magnificent animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away.


“Well,” he said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them.


As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away.


They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”


 I was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.


Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?




Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life.


If we have failed once, it doesn’t mean we can never do it again.


We need to try again & again if we have to success!!






Life – A Do It Yourself Project !!!



An elderly carpenter was ready to retire.


He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business to live a more leisurely life with his wife and enjoy his extended family.


He would miss the paycheck each week, but he wanted to retire.


They could get by.


The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go & asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor.


The carpenter said yes, but over time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work.


He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials.


It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.


When the carpenter finished his work, his employer came to inspect the house.


Then he handed the front-door key to the carpenter and said, “This is your house… my gift to you.”


The carpenter was shocked!


What a shame!


If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.


So it is with us.


We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the



Then, with a shock, we realize we have to live in the house we have built.


If we could do it over, we would do it much differently.


But, you cannot go back. You are the carpenter, and every day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall.


Someone once said, “Life is a do-it-yourself project.”


Your attitude, and the choices you make today, helps build the “house” you will live in tomorrow. Therefore, build wisely!





Coconut Frustration !!!

Coconut Frustration!!!


After a storm washed her overboard, Samantha found herself stranded on a desert island (perhaps that deep-discount cruise vacation hadn’t been the best investment).


Since Samantha did not know how to fish, the only food was in the trees.


Beautiful, ripe coconuts hung from the branches high above her. She stared longingly at them, but none littered the beaches. They all hung high out of reach.


She attempted to climb the coconut tree trunks, but they had no branches to grab onto, and her arms were not strong enough to scale them unaided.


Though she tried several times, she could not climb even close to the height of the coconuts. By the third day, she was weak with hunger. The large ripe coconuts merely taunted her from the treetops.


She dropped to her knees and prayed.


“Lord, I’m so hungry. Please drop a few coconuts. I’ll be eternally grateful.”


That night a great storm blew in from the sea. Waves surged up the beaches, and rain pelted down from the black sky.


Samantha could only huddle beneath the trees and wait for the storm to pass. When dawn and the sun returned, she ventured out.


She expected a beach full of coconuts that had been blown down, but only driftwood met her gaze. If any coconuts had fallen, the waves had washed them into the ocean.


She screamed and grabbed a chunk of driftwood. She hurled it at the nearest bunch of coconuts. The stick missed its target, thudded against the trunk, and fell to the ground.


From that futile act came an idea. Samantha gathered several pieces of driftwood, selecting those that had some heft, but were not too bulky to throw. She hurled the first into the air again, this time putting more effort into aiming.


The projectile flew wide, but not by far. On the tenth try, a chunk of driftwood struck a coconut. It fell to the ground at her feet.


Samantha squealed and jumped in the air. She pumped her fist in victory and grabbed her prize. She had no knife, but she soon found a jagged rock, which she used to bash open the coconut.


The milk slid down her throat, the smoothest sweetest beverage she had ever drunk. The meat tasted better than anything she ever remembered eating.


She used the driftwood to snag several more coconuts from the trees. When she was full, she lay down and gazed contentedly at the sky.


“You sure make things hard, God,” she observed, hardly expecting an answer.


But a voice drifted to her on a breeze: “That which is given is cherished for a short while, but that which is earned is valued for a lifetime.”