I'd like to introduce you to the miracle of Chinese Bamboo...
Hello!
It all begins with a seed - and with the vision of
someone willing to wait...
A Chinese farmer, usually struggling to survive and
provide for his family, plants the seed and sets his hope and vision on all it
will provide when it towers 90 feet above his head.
With a heart toward the future he digs hole after
hole, plants the seeds, then begins their care.
Day after day he carries water to the spot he has
marked. And because it's human nature to want to see results he carefully
inspects "the spot" every day.
Nothing.
Knowing he has to feed his family he plants other
crops, carefully sewn around "the spots" that contain the real hope
for his future.
He continues to water them every day, feeding them
carefully, and watching...
Nothing.
The other crops sprout within weeks, providing
nourishment for his family within months, but provide nothing for the future.
These crops will not make his dreams come true - they will simply provide for
the now.
The Chinese Bamboo seeds contain all his hopes, his
dreams...
A whole year goes by...
Nothing.
He continues to haul water. He stares endlessly at
"the spots" but sees nothing but barren ground.
His hopes, his dreams, seem so very far away.
There is no evidence of life. Has the seed rotted? Has
it died before it ever had a chance to grow?
Another year goes by...
Nothing.
His neighbors - those who don't know and believe in
the miracle of the Chinese Bamboo - laugh at him.
They mock his vision for the future. They look on with
scorn as he hauls buckets of water to "the spots".
He begins to question himself. Will it ever grow? Is
he pouring water, and his life's energy, into something that will reap no
reward for him?
Another year goes by...
Nothing.
3 years of pouring water, energy and hope into the
Chinese Bamboo. Nothing to show for it.
Yet he's heard of the miracle of the Chinese Bamboo.
He's heard of the huge rewards that come to those who believe.
One day he stands over "the spots" and he
cries his frustration and fears. "The spots" reveal nothing, the
barren ground seeming to mock him, yet the wind whispers hope to him.
He sighs and hauls yet more buckets of water. Another
year goes by...
Nothing.
4 years.... 4 years of hoping, wishing, and diligently
tending his dream.
Surely the miracle will happen now. His neighbors have
quit laughing. They no longer even care - yet they talk quietly among
themselves of the farmer who "isn't quite right".
At this point the farmer isn't even sure... Yet he's
fallen into a habit so he continues to water "the spots".
He continues to feed them. It's simply what he does
now, with no knowledge of reward - just the simply, now unspoken hope, that
life resides beneath the spots he so carefully tends.
Another year passes...
Nothing.
5 years… The farmer is tired. Tired of hauling buckets.
Tired of growing and tending so many other crops to
feed his struggling family. Tired of trying to keep his dream alive. Tired of
seeing no results day after day.
He stares hopelessly at "the spots."
There can not possibly be life after so many years. He
must have watered them wrong. He must not have fed them correctly.
If only he had done things differently, there would be
growth. Despair rocks his soul.
5 years he has poured into his dream - into his hope
for a better future. His dream mocks him.
The vision of a better life for his family melts away
under harsh reality.
Tears fill his eyes as he grabs for the last hope
residing in his soul and slowly lifts the bucket to pour water on to his dream.
After 5 years he realizes it would be folly to give up
now...
Then comes the morning when the whole village is
jolted awake by the cries of joy from the farmer.
They watch startled from their windows as he runs down
the dusty road calling for his family to come see.
As his family races back up the road after him, the
rest of the village pours from their houses to see what has the crazy farmer so
excited.
They find the family clustered around "the spots,"
talking excitedly.
From the edge of the road they can see green sprouts
thrusting out from the barren ground. They seem to be growing before their very
eyes! The farmer is dancing.
"The miracle has happened!" he cries.
Chinese Bamboo
"The miracle has come!"
"The spots" become the place for everyone in
the village to come - watching in amazement as the bamboo grows, and grows, and
grows. 5 feet. 10 feet. 20. 30. 40. 50. 60. 70. 80. 90...
In just 6 weeks the bamboo has grown 90 feet tall!
5 years of nothing and now this... 90 feet in 6 weeks!
It is truly a miracle!
Chinese Bamboo
The farmer stands to the side. He is aware all his
dreams have come true.
The harvest of the bamboo will provide for all he
dreamed of for his family. He also realizes the lessons he has learned are far
more valuable.
He learned to plant a dream.
He learned to do the daily things that would make it a
reality.
He learned to ignore those who said it couldn't
happen.
He learned to push past his own fear and doubt and
keep taking action.
He learned to have faith when there was no reason to
have faith.
Now he smiles every time he walks through the village.
Everyone is hauling buckets of water to their own
"spots". Gazing over at his towering 90 feet tall bamboo, they know
what can happen.
Because of him.
Because of his willingness to blaze the trail and make
his dream come true.
What about you?
What are you willing to do to make your dreams come
true?
How long are you willing to work?
How long are you willing to go to school?
How much faith and belief are you willing to have?
I hope your answer is one that will help you achieve all
you dream of in life! As you continue to dream, do so knowing that …
Someone Believes In YOU!
And I do, too!
Ginny Dye
http://wwwcoachme-mentorme.blogspot.com/2008/08/id-like-to-introduce-you-to-miracle-of.html
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Lyrics by Levi Celerio
Sampaguita ng aming lipi,
bulaklak na sakdal ng yumi
Ikaw ang mutyang pinili
Na sagisag ng aming lahi,
At ang kulay mong
binusilak
Ay diwa ng aming pangarap,
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Sampaguita ng aming lipi,
bulaklak na sakdal ng yumi
Ikaw ang mutyang pinili
Na sagisag ng aming lahi,
At ang kulay mong
binusilakAy diwa ng aming pangarap,
Ang iyong bango't halimuyak
Sa tuwina'y aming nilalanghap.
Sa tuwina'y aming nilalanghap.
O bulaklak, na
nagbibigay ligaya,
O! paraluman, mutyang Sampaguita,
Larawang mistula ng mga dalaga;
Ikaw ang tanging bituin
Hiraman ng kanilang ganda.
O! paraluman, mutyang Sampaguita,
Larawang mistula ng mga dalaga;
Ikaw ang tanging bituin
Hiraman ng kanilang ganda.
Ang iyong talulot
Ang siyang tunay na sagisag
Ng sa dalagang puso'y wagas,
Kayumian at pagkamatapat.
Ang siyang tunay na sagisag
Ng sa dalagang puso'y wagas,
Kayumian at pagkamatapat.
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