Inspiration 365 Days!

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A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

“Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”

“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”

It was a hot afternoon. A poor boy was going from door to door selling goods to pay his way through school. He was hungry. But he found he had only one thin dime left as the business wasn’t too good. So he decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.

However, when a lovely young woman opened the door, he lost his nerve. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?”

Welcoming new twins into the world is always a momentous event.

But twins Ryan and Leo Gerth had an extra surprise for their parents—they were born with different colored skin: black and white. Doctors say it is an extremely rare occurrence, but it is possible if genes combine in a certain way. Experts say pairs of black and white twins are so rare they only occur in one in a MILLION births.

The twin boys, Ryan and Leo, born in Germany’s town of Lichtenberg, are the offspring of a mixed-race couple. Born to a Ghanaian mother and a German father, Ryan is white and Leo is black. Mum, Florence, 35, hails from Ghana in western Africa and dad, Stephan, 40, from Potsdam in Germany.

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One day a father and his rich family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night on the farm of a very poor family.

When they got back from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”

“Very good Dad!”

“Did you see how poor people can be?” the father asked.

“Yeah!”

“And what did you learn?”

If you wander off too far, my love will get you home.
If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.

If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home.
If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.

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Ryan Harrison, was diagnosed with the condition as a baby, and would get breathless when just standing and talking.

But six months after beginning lessons on the brass instrument, which looks like a small version of a tuba, his symptoms have diminished.

His mother, Marie Johnson, 32, said: “He began playing at the beginning of the year, and within a couple of weeks his breathlessness completely disappeared. Since then he has had no wheezing at all.

“I’ve heard of wind instruments helping children with asthma and I think it has helped Ryan manage his breathing and strengthened the muscles in his diaphragm.

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Whenever it is in any way possible, every boy and girl should choose as his life work some occupation which he should like to do anyhow, even if he did not need the money.

— William Lyon Phelps

Jimmy, a young and very successful executive, was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street. He was going pretty fast, proudly showing off his two-month old sleek, black, shining 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE.

He thought he caught a flash of some kids hiding between parked cars. Afraid that they might dart out while playing, he slowed down. No child darted out as his car passed, but…

WHAM!

It was a hot summer day and 6 year old Jerry was holding a triple scoops of vanilla ice cream. To the little boy, having the ice cream melting in his mouth was the best thing ever. It felt so cooling and nothing else tasted better.

Jerry was happily skipping along, enjoying the ice cream, until he suddenly tripped on a stone. He almost fell but managed to steady himself. Unfortunately, he dropped the ice cream on the floor. He was so upset he didn’t even cry. He just stared blankly at the ice cream on the floor.

It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.

Yes we can.

It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.

Yes we can.

It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.

Yes we can.

It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.