jamez
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This is taken from Paulo Coelho's book, Like the Flowing River. Thought I'd share it and would be apropiate here.
There was a lecturer who began a seminar by holding up a twenty-dollar bill and asking:
'Who would like this twenty-dollar bill?'
Several hands went up, but the lecturer said:'Before I give it to you, I have to do something.'
He screwed it up into a ball and said:'Who still wants this bill?'
The hands went up again.
'And what if I do this to it?'
He threw the crumpled bill at the wall, dropped it on the floor, insulted it, trampled on it, and once more showed them the bill - now all creased and dirty. He repeated the question, and the hands stayed up.
'Never forget this scene,'he said. 'It doesn't matter what I do to this money. It is still a twenty-dollar bill. So often in our lives, we are crumpled, trampled, ill-treated, insulted, and yet, despite all that, we are still worth the same.'
There was a lecturer who began a seminar by holding up a twenty-dollar bill and asking:
'Who would like this twenty-dollar bill?'
Several hands went up, but the lecturer said:'Before I give it to you, I have to do something.'
He screwed it up into a ball and said:'Who still wants this bill?'
The hands went up again.
'And what if I do this to it?'
He threw the crumpled bill at the wall, dropped it on the floor, insulted it, trampled on it, and once more showed them the bill - now all creased and dirty. He repeated the question, and the hands stayed up.
'Never forget this scene,'he said. 'It doesn't matter what I do to this money. It is still a twenty-dollar bill. So often in our lives, we are crumpled, trampled, ill-treated, insulted, and yet, despite all that, we are still worth the same.'
