Showing posts with label ambition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ambition. Show all posts

Monday, May 9, 2011

Wait and See



You are not stuck where you start. The titans of American business, those who have made the greatest contributions in American commercialism, from everything I have read or studied, started out low and rose rapidly. The secret to success in business, as shown by Sam Walton, Warren Buffet, Thomas Edison is to study, work hard, have something to sell. Now as always, with real estate, securities, “widgets”, buy low and sell higher. It is the profits involved in capitalism that has always made this country great and so many people who got ahead of the herd.


I do not have one item in my house, one article of clothing in my closet that was purchased new. Now, totally blind for so many years, my days of thrift stores, discount warehouses, yard sales are over. But as an example, living alone and taking care of myself, everything I have has to be simple to use. My long-time, second-hand, coffee percolator quit on the job recently. We looked for a used one online, went to all the second-hand stores in town, found nothing, but I had put the word out that I needed a percolator. One of my friends came in with one he found at a yard sale and I am back in business again.


Younger, still with some vision, I went to every fire sale, closing business sale. Once, a farm supply place had a fire, I stopped by to see if there was anything in their fire sale which I could use. There were many plants, a large tub which had been scorched by the fire, the fire department with its water had eradicated all labels. They were selling the plants for practically nothing. I bought two bunches of the plants for 50 cents. When I got home, my wife said, “do you have any idea of what you purchased?” I said, “no, the plant may be a tree, a bush, a flower, or a vegetable, you'll just have to wait and see.” I carefully put each plant in the ground, packing the soil around it, then you wait and see what develops.


So it is in life, you have some idea of what to expect. You cannot buy a Timex and hope it will become a Rolex. You cannot buy a bicycle and expect it to become a Cadillac. You do not buy a 5-room house and expect it to become a mansion. A throw-away puppy or kitten on the street, with loving care, may become the best pet you could ever want. The secret is planting them well, giving them the care they need and waiting for their development. Everything in life, as we find in the scriptures over and over, involves sowing and reaping. You never understand God's Book, God's plan for the world, until you understand sowing and reaping. You reap what you sow, just wait and see. Often you make critical decisions in sowing and reaping, faith enough to wait and see.


It is more difficult to wait than it is to work. The thing I remember most about farm life, it was always too wet or too dry. But, my father, a man of commitment, convinced, confident in his faith, at times of drought, would say, “the roots of these plants that seem to be drying up in the hot sun, are going further and further into the ground, seeking moisture. When the rains come, and they will come, as they always have, these plants will take off and grow up almost overnight...just wait and see.”


Only one who has been real thirsty, such as I have been many times in my life...most memorably in Egypt, near Abu Simbel...you walk in the desert until you spot an oasis. The story is told of a man in the desert approaching the oasis. There was a well and hand-pump in the oasis with two objects at the side of the pump. One, was a container of water, the other, a sign which read, “you must use this water to prime the pump, if you drink it, there will be no water to prime the pump for any other traveler.” To a man dying of thirst, this was an awful decision. Realistic man as I am, I believe I would have taken a few swallows of water, but it might take all of the water to prime the pump. Once the pump is primed, you have plenty of cool, delicious water, and can fill a container full for the next traveler.


For one not raised on a farm, where we had these type hand pumps all over the farm, in order to water crops, animals, etc (always with a large can of water close-by used to prime the pump). Water is poured into the pump on top of the plunger to lubricate and expand the valve, so it can bring up water in the pipe to the mouth of the pump. The valve is made of a leather-type material which responds to water, giving the plunger the energy needed to bring up water in the pipe. Before the hand pump, and even back into Biblical times, water was drawn up from the well with a rope and bucket. Pity today's schoolchildren who are taught nothing about the labor of their ancestors...they all think that water has always come from hot and cold faucets, that meat has magically appeared on the grocery store refrigeration counters, that eggs are manufactured in some factory, and that flour and all the delicacies of modern eating just appear magically like the favors of fairy land.


For most of my life, I have been an antiquarian book collector. Someone had purchased a book on butchery from me; two of my employees, looking at the pictures of the butchery of meat, became ill. I said to one, “I bet you would not be able to “dress” a rabbit.” He said, “in clothes?” Such is our education system, such is the heritage of our youth, just wait and see. Never dampen the spirits of any child, interested in anything, athletics, music, art, dancing, cooking, farming.


Last week, one of my friends was buried. His parents were tenant farmers, I never saw his father in a church. His father was a hard-working dirt farmer, his only interest was in athletics, he attended all the local schoolyard ball games. In the backyard of this modest, rural tenant farmer home, the father had erected a basketball goal to exact specifications. He stood there, after working all day, and coached his son in throwing hoops; with two gloves, he taught his son to throw a baseball. The father had only a third grade education but he had read every book on sports. His son went to the university on a baseball scholarship, later on to graduate school, writing books on sports. Dr. Edgar Hooks, ECU, was buried a famous athlete and coach.


I can give you the names of many successful artists from ordinary homes whose parents encouraged them to practice their talent. When you have talent, you are that much further ahead than the rest of us. President Dwight D. Eisenhower, General of the US Army, a man successful in every way, missed his father's funeral on July 12th, 1942 because he was away in a war. He said his father encouraged him in everything, even painting on canvas. Would you like to know what an Eisenhower painting sells for these days?


Satan's greatest weapon is discouragement. Encourage your child, and indeed everyone you know, in every way possible. The greatest encouragement is to know that regardless of ambition, accomplishment, your life on this earth is just a transition place. The greatest tragedy of my life: the casket of a lost person taken to a hopeless grave, a valuable jewel in a velvet box...parents and friends caring more for the box than the jewel inside of the box.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Keep On Keeping On

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Keep on Keeping On

One of my mother's sisters, a very wonderful aunt, never let me forget the first time she saw me speak in public. She said I was about four, dressed in a white suit with a red bow tie, and at a large county-wide Sunday school convention, I gave the poem, “Keep On Keeping On”.

The sense of this poem has served me well as a totally blind, 100% disabled, service connected veteran of the Korean War. I had to think back many times to the disabled people I have known in my life. One very wonderful school teacher, only had four fingers on each hand but the sweet music she brought forth out of a piano, even though she had to contrive every selection to fit her disability, was truly remarkable. The normal hand can reach a complete octave. Her ability to play the piano, and do all her other duties as a teacher, was a gift. Another man who had lost his legs in WWI, had contrived a bicycle type cart affair which he could operate with handles and could move himself from his house on the edge of town, uptown, so he could sell candy and pencils on the street. Remember, this was the time before social security disability and when disabled veterans, very much as today, were left to fend for themselves. Another lady, well known in the town of Pikeville, NC, born with mangled feet (she was a patient of mine) spent her entire life walking on her knees. You would see her in town, her dress shortened just above the knee, she wore knee pads, proper and prim with her hat and her purse, shopping. Her stocking feet out the back. There are many others. With the scientific progress of vaccinations, we have more people with autism, attention deficit disorder, cancer and every other type autoimmune debilitation than ever before.

I have little patience with healthy people who crawl underneath the tent of disadvantaged disability. Sure, the playing field is not level; many of us come from disadvantaged homes. Look in the mirror and see the person responsible for your future.

I was in the holy city of Benaris, India. I had been out on a boat in the holy Ganges,the holy river of the Hindus, where there were cremations going on along the banks as the people were in the water doing their religious rituals. Getting off the boat, I felt something hanging onto my legs. Blind, I could not see what it was and I asked my guide, “What is hanging onto me?” He said, “These are the begging children. Their legs have been chopped off by enslavers and they are professional beggars.” The same thing happens in the Philippines where the feet are burned off the children. Those of you who like the loud sound of drums and drummer in your church, remember it is not new in religious rituals. Even in a valley in Israel, where the children were sacrificed to pagan gods, the loud beating of drums drowned out the cries of the children as they do in India and the Philippines, when God's chief creation, these innocent children, are defiled and disabled so that healthy people can take advantage.

I do not have a refrigerator in my house that would hold the money stolen from me when people have short changed me over the years. I have been worked over by so many stockbrokers that I have lost count. They all have the same mantra: We know how to make money for you. Just this past week, three bankers came in my house telling me that I am too disabled to handle my affairs, that they will just sell a large part of my estate and start over with their investment ideas so I can be cared for if I become more disabled. The politically correct, the ne'er do wells, those who have been dumbed down by the recent seasons of television ineptness, academic insolence, have forgotten that real men brought this world and country into it's maturity. Even in the Apostle's Creed, many in Church refuse to say “men” anymore, rather just give silence. Like marriage, the modernists and agnostics have tried to change the meaning of that word. Integrity is a forgotten word in most vocabularies. Character determines the destiny of a man and this is the reason that so many men are totally lost.

Rom 5:3 And not only [so], but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience;
Rom 5:4 And patience, experience; and experience, hope:
Rom 5:5 And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.
Rom 5:6 For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly.

Even if I were naïve enough not to believe in God, I would have to believe in a superior being who can bring justice to such a deceitful world. There has to be a balance at the other end of the see-saw. On this Veteran's Day, take a look at those who loved your country enough to defend it, particularly those who have suffered loss. On this Veteran's Day, think of the 126,000 who are buried on foreign soil.

I long for the purity of heaven, a place where there is no deceit, where there is no clamoring to satisfy Satan.

Keep On Keeping On
If the day looks kinder gloomy
And your chances kinder slim,
If the situation's puzzlin'
And the prospect's awful grim,
If perplexities keep pressin'
Till hope is nearly gone,
Just bristle up and grit your teeth
And keep on keepin' on.
Frettin' never wins a fight
And fumin' never pays;
There ain't no use in broodin'
In these pessimistic ways;
Smile just kinder cheerfully
Though hope is nearly gone,
And bristle up and grit your teeth
And keep on keepin' on.
There ain't no use in growlin'
And grumblin' all the time,
When music's ringin' everywhere
And everything's a rhyme.
Just keep on smilin' cheerfully
If hope is nearly gone,
And bristle up and grit your teeth
And keep on keepin' on.