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The Voice...Get inspired!!!
A Story was told of one John Blanchard. Read on...
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.

In front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II

During the next year and one-month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A Romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.

When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 pm at Grand Central Station in New York.

"You'll recognize me, " she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.

I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young women was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A women well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the women whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.

And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.

I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the women, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"

The women's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"

It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in it's response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."

The Voice
Which voice are you listening to? It can either build you up or destroy you... beware of the stinking thinking and bad companions... put your eyes on the no. 1 light... God, there is non like Him. Let your Heart hunger after Him truthfully...

Another Inspiration...

There once was a bunch of tiny frogs... who arranged a running
competition. The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. A
big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on
the contestants... The race began...


No one in crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the
of the tower. You heard statements such as:
"Oh, WAY too difficult!!" "They will NEVER make it to the top." or:
"Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!"

The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one... Except for those, who
in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher...
The crowd continued to yell, "It is too difficult!!! No one will make

More tiny frogs got tired and gave up...

...But ONE continued higher and higher and higher... This one
wouldn't give up!

At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for
the one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who
reached the top! THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to
know how this one frog managed to do it?

A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to
succeed and reach the goal? It turned out...

That the winner was DEAF!!!!

The wisdom of this story is:

Never listen to other people's tendencies to be negative or
pessimistic... because they take your most wonderful dreams and
wishes away from you -- the ones you have in your heart! Always think
of the power words have. Because everything you hear and read will
affect your actions!

ALWAYS be... POSITIVE!And above all:
Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you cannot fulfill your dreams!
Always think: God and I can do this!
Most people walk in and out of your life......but FRIENDS leave
footprints in your heart

First read at


The dream bullies
they come as they go

some as friends, some as enemies
both far and near

They come with one motive
to derail you from your destiny
their voices so sweetly ring aloud

"it can never be done!"

they give you all the reasons
why your dream is an impossiblity
an empty dream is what they call you
draining you of all strength and sanity

you cannot move on tonight
too scared of what tomorrow holds
no one to call, no one to fan our passion


"what is the use?
let me just let go

and move on with the norms"
is the discouraging line that come to mind

Are you ready to give up now?

even when you know deep down within

that you can climb that mountain and blaze that trail

and inspire others to breakthrough too?


Hold on protectively to that dream!

Forget the dream bullies
whatever form they may come

they are not the Dream giver.


He, The dream giver
is able above all things.
He will provide the resources!
Hold on to Him and be strong!!!

Just incase the road gets lonely or tight
as it sometimes will as you move on
look up and hold strong
He is watching, He will see you through!!!
(c) Jennifer Ehidiamen


Okay maybe this needs some brushing up... but I hope u grab the gist? forget the dream bullies and soar!!!