Anecdote Of The Week: Timing Is Everything

“How long? Not long. Martin and Malcolm knew they didn’t have much time. In Benjamin Mays’ famous poem he illuminates how time is fleeting: ’60 seconds in a minute, a lifetime depends on it.’ In the average lifespan of 70 years, people will spend 23 years sleeping, 16 years working, 8 years watching television, 6 years eating, 6 years commuting, 4 1/2 years for leisure, 4 years ill, 2 years dressing, and 6 months involved in religion.

Martin and Malcolm knew they wouldn’t have 70 years. They were hoping they could get more than 60 seconds in a minute. Malcolm spent from 1925 to 1938 being a good student. From 1938 to 1946, he was separated from his family and became a hustler. He was incarcerated from 1946 to 1952 and became Malcolm X. He only had 13 years from 1952 to 1965 to share his brilliance with his people.

How long? Not long. Sixty seconds in a minute Martin Luther King knew he didn’t have much time. He graduated from Booker T. Washington High School at 15, Morehouse College at 19, Crozier with a master degree at 22, Boston University with a doctorate at 26, and died at 39. Thirteen years to try to save the world. It is not how long you live, but what you do while you are alive.” -From, “Sankofa: Stories of Power, Hope, and Joy” By: Jawanza Kunjufu

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Anecdote Of The Week

“According to legend, one day a man was wandering in the desert when he met Fear and Plague. They said they were on their way to a large city where they were going to kill 10,000 people. The man asked Plague if he was going to do all the work. Plague smiled and said, ‘No, I’ll only take care of a few hundred. I’ll let my friend Fear do the rest.'” -Anonymous

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Anecdote: Do You Allow People To Make You Curse Your Gift?

“Pretend for a moment that you are a mink- beautiful, valuable, precious because of the skin that covers you. Suddenly your homeland is invaded by hunters, with bats. The hunters seem kind, yet you approach them cautiously. They pet the younglings who are innocent, less cautious. As you approach your young, the hunters attack. They beat you. You are dazed, struggling for composure. The hunters steal your skin, your heritage, the very essence of your being. They leave you to die, but you survive.

Your fur grows back. Stronger. More beautiful than before. Somehow it doesn’t make sense. The very thing that makes you who you are is the source of pain. Confused, distrustful, you hide yourself or camouflage your fur, your essence. Silently you begin to curse your fur, because the hunters return again and again. You begin to understand you will never get away from being what you are. As long as you have fur, you will be hunted. The issue is: Will you curse your fur, give up and die? Or just continue to be a proud but cautious mink?” -From, “Acts Of Faith” By: Iyanla Vanzant

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Anecdote Of The Week: What Effects One Effects All

“Through the crack in the wall the little mouse watched, curious, as the farmer and his wife opened a strange package. Hoping the package might contain food, the mouse was shocked to discover it was instead a mouse trap!

Fleeing the farmhouse, the mouse rushed out into the farmyard intent on warning the farmer’s other animals: a chicken, a fat pig, and a big bull.

‘There’s a mousetrap in the house! There’s a mousetrap in the house!’

The chicken just stared at the little mouse and clucked, ‘Why should I care about a mousetrap? Its’s no danger to me. I’m a chicken!’

Quickly the little mouse ran over to the fat pig with the news. But the fat pig was likewise unconcerned, squealing, ‘It’s only a mousetrap. Why should I care about a mousetrap? I’m a fat pig!’

Finally the little mouse ran up to the big bull, his last hope. After hearing what the little mouse had to say, the big bull contentedly chewed his cud and mooed, ‘I’m sorry little mouse. But it is only a mousetrap. And I am a big bull. I don’t see how this possibly be my problem.’

Defeated, alone, slowly the little mouse made his way back into the farmhouse, resigned to his fate.

Later that night, the farmer’s wife was awakened by the clear and certain sound of the mousetrap snapping shut.

Rushing to verify her kill, the farmer’s wife realized- too late- that her mousetrap had not caught the little mouse, instead it had trapped a venomous snake by the tail! The snake bit the farmer’s wife. Hearing his wife scream, the farmer rushed to his wife’s side, quickly killing the snake.

The farmer cleaned and dressed his wife’s wound and put her to bed but, despite his best efforts, she began to develop a dangerous fever.

Now every farmer knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup. So the farmer killed the chicken.

But his wife’s health continued to deteriorate. Soon friends and neighbors came to sit a vigil for her around the clock. And, as is only neighborly, the farmer butchered the fat pig to feed his friends.

But despite everyone’s help and prayers, the farmer’s wife died. A much-loved woman, people came from miles around to attend her funeral. In fact so many people came for her funeral that the farmer slaughtered the big bull in order to provide enough meat for all the mourners. Through the crack in the wall, the little mouse watched it all.”

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Anecdote Of The Week: The Do We Recognize Our Blessings Edition

“It was a beautiful day along Lake Michigan. A wonderful day for sailing. Numerous boats were out on the lake. People were taking in the sun. A sailor went out in his boat. He was experienced, his boat was in excellent condition, and he wanted to avoid the congestion from boats closer to shore. Unfortunately, a sudden storm appeared. He remained confident in his skills and knew he would be okay. The storm worsened, the sun disappeared, clouds came, and darkness enveloped the lake.

A larger boat drew near and an officer called out, ‘Do you need any help? Do you want to tie your boat to ours? We are returning back to the shore.’ The man hollered back, ‘Thank you but I am okay. God will take care of me.’ The crew aboard looked at him very perplexingly, but went on to shore. Several minutes later the Coast Guard drew near and said, ‘The storm is worsening. Everyone needs to return back to shore. Several minutes later the Coast Guard drew near and said, ‘The storm is worsening. Everyone needs to return back to shore.’ The man told the Coast Guard that he was fine. He had been in the navy for 20 years, felt confident, and God provides. The Coast Guard thought this was strange, but they were not going to argue with someone in the middle of a storm. An hour later a helicopter flew over the boat, and the pilot pointed toward the shore. The sailor waved and said, ‘I’m okay, God provides.’

Unfortunately, hours later the boat capsized and the sailor died. He was furious and when he went to Heaven he said to the angels, ‘Let me speak to God immediately.’ The angels looked perplexed and said to themselves, ‘He should be glad he made it up here.’ The angels ushered the man in to talk to God and then the man hollered out to God, ‘I thought you loved me? I thought you said you would never leave me nor forsake me?’ God said, ‘I do love you and I never have left you or forsaken you.’ The man told God, ‘But you lied to me. You did leave me, you did forsake me. I died and you could have saved me.’ God bit his lip trying to hold back his frustration and said, ‘I sent someone to rescue you three times. I sent a yacht, the Coast Guard, and a helicopter. Whom do you think sent them?'” -From, “Sankofa: Stories of Power, Hope, and Joy”

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