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A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily but it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening, were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved it freedom from the cocoon

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly.

I once told a man a lie.
He responded by telling me this. All of the decisions that he made were based upon the words that I spoke. I have long since told the truth.

I once told a man that I no longer voted.
He responded by telling me this. The choice of whether I voted or not was why he waded through rice paddies, toted guns, and fought battles. It wasn't long afterward that I began to vote again.

I once became upset over a gift I received, because it wasn't what I wanted.
The giver saw the disappointment in my eyes and told me this. He chose the most valuable gift he could find, because he felt I should have it. I am since very joyful over each gift that I receive.

A man once told me a secret
which I quietly whispered in another friend's ear. The man told me this, after hearing his own secret repeated. The reason he told me the secret was because he trusted me, not my friend. I no longer take trust so lightly.

I once gave a gift to a friend and she cried.
I told her it was just a small gift I had found. Her response was that it was not the gift, it was that I had thought of her. I now give gifts often.

The shiny coin was not to be mine, so I had been told. But on my way out the door, it found its way in my hand. When it was discovered that I had stolen the coin, I was quietly taken aside. The owner of the coin told me this. Integrity is given with a choice. I have since chosen to stand with integrity.

Once I told a man of all of my dreams.
He smiled warmly and even chuckled then asked if I ever planned on living any of them. I now choose the spending of my days very differently.

I watched a man daily as he walked ... head down ... so focused.
I was curious and inquired as to why he never looked up. The look on his face was one of surprise, but he responded. His world was so structured that he didn't have to look where he placed his foot and there was nothing else to look at. I make it a point to never stare at my feet, for fear of creating tunnels.

I wanted so much to merely be myself, going unnoticed and not draw attention. And I was told this. The fact that you do not conform makes you stand out all the more. I'm still thinking about that one.

I AM THE CENTER OF MY UNIVERSE but I do not live here alone.
each move I make creates a ripple in someone else's ocean
each breath I take affects the air all around me
each word I utter falls on someone else's ears
that which I touch is felt by another
that which I do will certainly affect another
that which I do not, will also affect another
we never know how far reaching something we say or do really is until it returns to us ...
and it always does
whether we see the circle or not

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