An Old Man, a Boy, and a Donkey

An old man, a boy and a donkey were going to town. The boy rode on the donkey and the old man walked. As they went along they passed some people who remarked it was a shame the old man was walking and the boy was riding. The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right, so they changed positions.

An old man, a boy and a donkey were going to town. The boy rode on the donkey and the old man walked. As they went along they passed some people who remarked it was a shame the old man was walking and the boy was riding. The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right, so they changed positions.

Later, they passed some people that remarked: “What a shame, he makes that little boy walk.” They then decided they both would walk!

Soon they passed some more people who thought they were stupid to walk when they had a decent donkey to ride. So, they both rode the donkey.

Now they passed some people that shamed them by saying how awful to put such a load on a poor donkey. The boy and man said they were probably right, so they decided to carry the donkey. As they crossed the bridge, they lost their grip on the animal and he fell into the river and drowned.

The moral of the story? In life, if you try to please everyone, you might as well… Kiss your ass good-bye.

Remember, you can’t please everyone — so stop trying! There’s always going to be a certain percentage of people that are going to love you, while a certain percentage will hate you no matter what you do.  Accept that and focus on yourself and the people that matter. Because at the end of the day…that’s all you can do.

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Remember The Day

Remember The Day

“There was a girl who gave me (Leo Buscaglia) a poem, and she gave me permission to share it with you, and I want to do that because it explains about putting off and putting off and putting off – especially putting off caring about people we really love. She wants to remain anonymous, but she calls the poem, “THINGS YOU DIDN’T DO” and she says this”:

Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and I dented it?

I thought you’d kill me, but you didn’t.

And remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did?

I thought you’d say, “I told you so.” But you didn’t.

Do you remember the time I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you were?

I thought you’d leave me, but you didn’t.

Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie all over your car rug?

I thought you’d hit me, but you didn’t.

And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you showed up in jeans?

I thought you’d drop me, but you didn’t.

Yes, there were lots of things you didn’t do,

But you put up with me, and you loved me, and you protected me.

There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you when you returned from Vietnam.

But you didn’t.

*Artist and Author Unknown

Why Men Were Put on This Planet

The following is a true story about why I feel men were put here on this planet.<br />

By Dane Maxwell

The following is a true story about why I feel men were put here on this planet.

1 year ago, I was invited by my best bud Drew to plant gardens with at risk children in Des Moines.

While I was there I witnessed a horrific event.

“You stupid bitch” …

My ears rattled and heart broke all at once the second I heard these three words.

Those words literally cut my heart.

I spun my head around to find a young boy (roughly 9 years old) in a “tiff” with a little girl.

I called the boy over, lovingly, and invited him to sit down with me…

I had no idea what I was going to say. I remember thinking “holy crap… maybe I shouldn’t have said anything? What am I going to do here?” … but something deep inside was guiding me in that moment… So I went with it.

The boy sat down next to me. Afraid. He knew he was in trouble.

I think he thought I was going to scold him.

No.

I looked at him gently and asked…

“Do you think you’re in trouble?”

“Yes,” he said.

“No, you’re not in trouble. I’m just calling you over here because I’m sad. You made me sad.”

He looked at me puzzled.

“Do you know why men were put here on this planet?”

“No,” he said.

“Men were put here on this planet to protect women.”

I paused a little…

“You are the strongest, biggest boy here. Do you know what that means?”

“No,” he said.

“It means that you are needed the most for this! It means you are the most qualified man to protect the girls here. From bad guys, from anything.

Do you know what especially hurts women?”

“No,” he said.

“Your words.”

He looked at me like in total focus. I had his complete attention.

“Do you think you can step up to this task, to be a true man?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Do you think you can protect women?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I’m big and strong and I have too!” he said.

I smiled.

I gave him a hug. He gave me a hug.

I was so present to this moment I completely forgot about it after it happened. It was gone from my memory.

On the drive home Drew asked me, “What did you say to that boy? He looked so happy and free after you talked to him!”

I told Drew the story. He said holy shit you have to tell this to everyone. It’s amazing.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes.”

One year later, it’s on my heart to share today.

So thank you to Drew Matthew Mainfeld for letting me know that these ordinary events happening in my life are actually worth sharing!

And Men. I invite you into the possibility that we as men are here to protect women. And that especially means their heart.

Take care of your girlies boys

A Teacher in New York

A Teacher In New York

A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stamp on it and really mess it up but do not rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty is was.

She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it.

That is what happens when a child bully’s another child, they may say they’re sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home.

Pass it on or better yet, if you’re a parent or a teacher, do it with your child/children.