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Subject: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: Amos Date: 19 Apr 02 - 03:13 PM There was once an eagle's nest on top of a mountain. A strong wind dislodged an egg in that nest, and it fell all the way down the mountain into the midst of a busy chicken farm. A hen saw the eagle egg, and although she thought it was kind of funny looking for a chicken egg, she also thought that it was her duty to do all that she could to see that it would hatch. She sat on this egg just as faithfully as she did her own eggs, and in the course of time, it hatched. Out came a bird, with a big beak, huge wings and very big feet. The hen was a little taken aback, but again she decided it was her responsibility to raise this strange- looking chicken just as if it were one of her own. So, she did. And although this little eagle had all of the genes and the chromosomes of an eagle, it grew up in a chicken yard, thinking it was a chicken and consequently acting like one. It walked like a chicken, thought like a chicken and had chicken dreams. Its biggest goal in life was to be able to get to the top of the fence post so that it could crow like a rooster. But in the back of that little eagle's mind, he kept hearing all those things he had been taught. Things like, "You know you can never get to the top of that fence post. You know that chickens can't fly." And because he believed what he had been told, he never even tried. Oh, he'd look at the fence post. He'd look longingly at it, and dream about how wonderful it would be if he could get up there and crow like a rooster and show all those other chickens who constantly made fun of his looks, but he never made the attempt because he didn't think it possible. One day, a huge shadow floated over the chicken yard. The little bird looked up and saw a huge eagle soaring through the sky. "What are you?" he yelled up at the bird. "What am I?" came the reply. "What are you?" "I'm a chicken," the bird modestly answered. "A chicken?" scoffed the eagle. "Look at me. You see my beak. You look just like me. You see my wings. You look just like me. In every way, you look just like me, and I'm no chicken. I'm an eagle, and so are you. Flap your wings." The little bird looked up in shock, but gamely he flapped his wings. And something marvelous happened. Without really trying, he felt himself lifting off the ground. Before long, he was soaring above the chicken yard to the astonishment of all the chickens below. Maybe the place to start is changing the chicken dreams? |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: SINSULL Date: 19 Apr 02 - 03:40 PM And he ate the fool hen that raised him, didn't he? Sorry, Amos. I couldn't resist. I used to tell the following story to a parents' group, Girl Scout leaders in training, etc.: A man collected fleas from his dog and put them into a Mason jar. The lid had holes in it so they survived. But everytime a flea would try to jump out, he hit his head on the top. After multiple injuries, the fleas stopped jumping so high. They still hopped happily about but only so high. One day, the lid was taken off. The fleas were free to jump out. But they didn't. Having learned that jumping too high only got them a rap in the head, they continued to jump only so high. The same is true with children. Tell them: "You're a girl. You can't be an astronaut." Or You're black. You can't be a college professor." Or "You're stupid. You can't be a doctor." Hit them on the head often enough and they too will stop trying to jump too high. They will never know how high they can go. Nor will we. |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: MMario Date: 19 Apr 02 - 03:46 PM ahhh - but have you ever actually put fleas into a jar? within seconds of taking the lid off the fleas are out and gone! I don't know if an eagle raised by a chicken would fly or not; but I do know that cygnets raised by wingclipped swans will learn to fly beautifully! One of the late summer sights in my home town would be watching the current years brood circle overhead their parents as the latter SWAM
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: katlaughing Date: 19 Apr 02 - 03:52 PM Autobiography in Seven Short Chapters One I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost...I am hopeless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. Two I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But, it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Three I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in...it's a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. Four I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I jump in...it's an escape. I know where I am. I did jump in! It is my fault. I get out willingly. Five I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I jump in...I can change it. I know where I am. I can't change it. It is my fault. I get out knowingly. Six I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. Seven I walk down another street. |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: SINSULL Date: 19 Apr 02 - 03:59 PM Brilliant, kat. One definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome. Funny - I would never have suspected that you were sane...learn something new every day. SINS, grinning. |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: Mrrzy Date: 19 Apr 02 - 03:59 PM I like that! |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: Bagpuss Date: 19 Apr 02 - 04:00 PM And there once was an ugly duckling.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: catspaw49 Date: 19 Apr 02 - 04:09 PM A little boy was sitting on a park bench and an old man came up and sat beside him. The boy was gazing off into space, seemingly lost in thought. The old man said, "Son, at your age I would be doing more than dreaming.....I would be trying to dream bigger dreams and trying to make the bigger dreams come true. Tell me lad, what are your biggest dreams?" The boy thought for a moment and then began to tell the old man all of the great things he would wish for...and the list was impressive. From adventure to money to toys of all sorts, the boy rambled on for a full hour. When he had finished he looked across at the old man who was now asleep. So the boy lifted his wallet and headed for K-Mart. Spaw |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: katlaughing Date: 19 Apr 02 - 04:33 PM Spaw's kicking up the litter, again!**BG** Pragmatic little brat, wasn't he? Sins, sorry I cannot take credit for the *autobiography*...my acupuncturist shared it with me. I have no idea where he got it. So...maybe my |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: Amos Date: 19 Apr 02 - 04:45 PM Wal, there's a little "just be a chicken" in all of us. I walk down the street, and there's this huge hole, and I am an ardent Anti Hole Activist. I start to give it a wide berth, knowing how bad them holes are. It starts drawing me in, so I push harder to move further away. Somehow, the harder I push away, the stronger the damn hole gets and it pulls me in toward it. I struggle and lash about, because I know how awful holes are, and have dedicated my whole life to vanquishing them. Somehow, the hole's power grows stronger the more I struggle and eventually I am sucked in to the damn awful hole. I scream going down, but after I hit bottom, I collect myself, and realize that it isn't the end of the world. I get used to it, look around and begin to notice that this hole, far from being the worst thing in the universe, is actually rich with positive traits and features. It's out of the wind, stable, constant, and safe in its own funny way. I decide to relax and dig the experience, man. And at that very instant I am walking down the street, and there is no hole there to fall into. A miracle!! So I head for K-Mart to get my wallet back. A |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: kendall Date: 19 Apr 02 - 04:52 PM THE BEAR THAT WASN'T is a wonderful story. It is too long to post but, if you see it in a book store, dont pass it by. |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: Stephen L. Rich Date: 19 Apr 02 - 05:37 PM Chuck Jones animated "The Bear That Wasn't" when he worked for MGM. It pops up on Cartoon Network from time to time. |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: Noreen Date: 19 Apr 02 - 07:00 PM You wonderful poeople! |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: Celtic Soul Date: 19 Apr 02 - 08:07 PM This is fascinating... One of these stories reminds me of something I have heard (don't know how "urban legend" this is or no). The story goes that this one breed of fish is very fond of eating another smaller breed of fish. If you put them in a tank together, in little time, you will have no small fish left. But, if you put a piece of glass in the tank seperating the 2 breeds, the bigger fish will slam into the glass over and over until it gives up altogether. Then, when you pull out the glass, the bigger fish will *still* not go after the little fish, even though they swim all around them. |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: Sorcha Date: 20 Apr 02 - 04:43 PM If I forget who I am, I look at my name tag........... |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: Amergin Date: 20 Apr 02 - 04:48 PM Sorch....sometimes even that doesn't work for me.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: Sorcha Date: 20 Apr 02 - 05:11 PM LOL! I have had a few days like that too! |
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Subject: RE: BS: In Case You Forget Who You Are... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 20 Apr 02 - 06:46 PM Sorch, that makes my top half Peacocks and my bottom half BHS..... the bit in the middle is George. LTS |