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The Carpenter’s House

The Carpenter’s House
By: Author Unknown

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family.
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A man and his dog

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. Continue reading

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Beautiful Heartbreak

Beautiful HeartbreakFor anyone who has gone through serious struggles or heartbreak in life please listen to this incredible song from Hilary Weeks.

Posted by Chris Sorensen on Friday, May 4, 2012

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A young man learns what’s most important in life from the guy next door.

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Prodigy Student and perserverance

This is a beautiful and touching story of love and  perseverance. Well worth the read.At the prodding of my friends I  am writing this story. My name is Mildred Honor  and I am a former elementary school music teacher from DesMoines , Iowa . I have always supplemented my income by  teaching piano lessons – something I have  done for over 30 years.

During those years I found that children  have many levels of musical ability,  and even though I have never had the  pleasure of having a prodigy, I have taught some  very talented students.

However, I have also had my share of what I  call ‘musically challenged’ pupils – one such pupil being  Robby..

Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom)  dropped him off for his first piano lesson.  I prefer that students (especially boys) begin at an  earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said  that it had always been his  mother’s  dream to hear him play the piano, so I  took him as a student.

Well,  Robby began his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought  it was a hopeless endeavor. As  much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic  rhythm needed to excel.  But he dutifully reviewed his  scales and some elementary piano pieces  that I require all my students to learn.  Over the months he tried and  tried while I listened and cringed and tried to  encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson  he would always say ‘My mom’s going to hear me play someday’.  But to  me, it seemed hopeless, he just  did not have any inborn  ability.

I only knew his mother from  a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her  aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled, but  never dropped in.

Then one  day Robby stopped coming for his lessons. I thought  about calling him, but assumed  that because of his lack of ability he had decided to  pursue something else.

I was also glad that he had stopped  coming – he was a bad advertisement for  my teaching.Several weeks later I mailed a flyer recital to the  students’ homes. To my surprise, Robby (who had  received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I  told him that the recital was for current pupils and that because he had  dropped out, he really did not qualify. He told me that  his mother had been sick and unable to  take him to his
piano lessons, but that he had been practicing. ‘Please  Miss Honor, I’ve just got to play’ he insisted. I don’t  know what led me to allow him to play in the recital –  perhaps it was his insistence or maybe something inside of  me saying
that it would be all  right.

The night of the recital came and the high school  gymnasium was packed with parents, relatives and  friends. I put Robby last in the program, just before I  was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I  thought that any damage he might do would come at the end of the program and I could always  salvage his poor performance through my ‘curtain  closer’.

Well, the recital went off without a hitch, the students  had been practicing and it showed.  Then Robby came up on the stage. His clothes were wrinkled  and his hair looked as though he had run an egg beater  through it.  ‘Why
wasn’t he dressed  up like the other students?’  I thought. ‘Why  didn’t his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?’

Robby pulled out the piano bench, and I  was surprised when he announced  that he  had chosen to play Mozart’s Concerto No.21 in C Major. I was not prepared  for what I heard next. His fingers were light on  the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went  from pianissimo to fortissimo, from  allegro to virtuoso; his suspended chords that  Mozart demands were magnificent. Never had I heard  Mozart played so well by anyone his age.After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo,  and everyone was on their feet in wild  applause!  Overcome and in tears, I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby  in joy.  ‘I have never heard you play like

that  Robby, how did you do it?
‘Through the microphone  Robby explained: ‘Well, Miss  Honor …. remember I told you that my mom was sick? Well, she actually had cancer and passed away this morning. And well …… she was born deaf, so tonight was the first time she had ever heard me  play, and I wanted to make it special.’There wasn’t a dry eye in  the house that evening. As the people from Social Services  led Robby from the stage to be placed in to foster care, I noticed that even their  eyes were red and puffy. I thought to myself then how much  richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.

No, I have never had a prodigy,  but that night I became a prodigy ……. of Robby.  He  was the teacher and I was the pupil, for he had taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself, and may be even taking a chance on someone  and you didn’t know why.

Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombing of the Alfred  P. Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April, 1995.

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The Gift of Forgiveness by John William Smith

The Christmas of 1949 we didn’t have a tree.
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100 inspirational quotes from Mormon leaders

These quotes will inspire you! If you look for the good in the world, you will surely find it.


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You… Believe in yourself…


Believe in yourself
Like yourself first
Live a full life
Learn as you live
Build your own world
Be a leader, not a follower
Make your own choices
Speak for yourself
Battle your fears
Bring forward your courage
Use your intelligence wisely
Use your common sense
Dont overpower others
Dont underpower yourself
Be the best you can be
To your own satisfaction

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Games which increase the power of your mind


I’ve created many games for the Kindle & Android that increase the power of your mind. The games were designed to not only test your knowledge, but to increase it through the power of play.

Some of my games include:

  • Foreign Currency Exchange
  • US Constitution
  • Political Principles
  • States & Nicknames
  • People of the Bible
  • Family History Vocabulary
  • Scripture Mastery

Features of the games:

  • Multiple choice game
  • Keeps track of your score
  • Keeps track of your time
  • Shows your highest score
  • Shows the correct answer
  • Shows your fastest time
  • Rewards you when you achieve 100%

Are you ready?… Then let’s begin.

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What goes around comes around

The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.”Leave me alone,” he growled… To his amazement, the woman continued standing.

She was smiling — her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows.”Are you hungry?” she asked.

“No,” he answered sarcastically. “I’ve just come from dining with the president.. Now go away.”The woman’s smile became even broader.

Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. “What are you doing, lady?” the man asked angrily. “I said to leave me alone.

Just then a policeman came up. “Is there any problem, ma’am?” he asked..

“No problem here, officer,” the woman answered. “I’m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?”

The officer scratched his head. “That’s old Jack. He’s been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?”

“See that cafeteria over there?” she asked. “I’m going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for

“Are you crazy, lady?” the homeless man resisted. “I don’t want to go in

Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him

“Let me go, officer. I didn’t do anything..””This is a good deal for
you, Jack,” the officer answered. “Don’t blow it.”

Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got
Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived.The manager strode
across the cafeteria and stood by his table. “What’s going on here, officer?” he asked.”What is all this, is this man in trouble?”

“This lady brought this man in here to be fed,” the policeman answered.

“Not in here!” the manager replied angrily. “Having a person like that
here is bad for business.”Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. “See, lady. I told you so. Now if you’ll let me go. I didn’t want to come here in the first place.”

The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. “Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?”

“Of course I am,” the manager answered impatiently. “They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.”

“And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?”

“What business is that of yours?”

I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company.”


The woman smiled again.. “I thought that might make a difference.”

She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a laugh. “Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?”

“No thanks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “I’m on duty.”

“Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?”

“Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice.”

The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. “I’ll get your coffee for you right away, officer.”

The officer watched him walk away. “You certainly put him in his place,” he said.

“That was not my intent… Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.”

She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently.

“Jack, do you remember me?”

Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. “I think so — I mean you do look familiar.”

“I’m a little older perhaps,” she said. “Maybe I’ve even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry.”

“Ma’am?” the officer said questioningly. He couldn’t believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.

“I was just out of college,” the woman began. “I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn’t find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment.. I
walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat.”

Jack lit up with a smile. “Now I remember,” he said. “I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.”

“I know,” the woman continued. “Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you
would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right.”

“So you started your own business?” Old Jack said.

“I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered..” She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. “When you are finished
here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He’s the personnel director of my company. I’ll go talk to him now and I’m certain he’ll find something for you to do around the office.”

She smiled. “I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is
always open to you.”

There were tears in the old man’s eyes. “How can I ever thank you?” he asked.

“Don’t thank me,” the woman answered. “To God goes the glory. He led me to you.”

Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways.. “Thank you for your help officer,” she said.

“On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,” he answered. “Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget, And thank you for the coffee.”

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Neal A. Maxwell