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A Sparrow at Starbucks

It was chilly in Manhattan but warm inside the Starbucks shop on 51st Street and Broadway, just a skip up from Times Square. For a musician, it’s the most lucrative Starbucks location in the world, I’m told, and consequently, the tips can be substantial if you play your tunes right. I was playing keyboard and singing backup for my friend who also added rhythm with an arsenal of percussion instruments. During our emotional rendition of “If You Don’t Know Me by Now,” I noticed a lady sitting in one of the lounge chairs across from me. She was swaying to...

Stories

Feel Good About Who You Are

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor...

Message of the Day / Stories

Trust in God

A tight rope walker balances high above the heads of spectators at dizzying heights, strung between church steeple and town hall. It was a long, dangerous length. As soon as the artist achieved his goal, the masses applaud enthusiastically, and demanded an encore. “Do you think that I can manage to make it back over the dangerous rope?” he shouted to the spectators. “But of course, of course” they shouted back. So the man balanced once more on the dizzying rope. As he reached the end , the crowds clapped and stamped, and again shouted enthusiastically “Encore Encore!”. And so...

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The Little Girl in the Park

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak, she never said a word. Many people passed but no one would stop. The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot as she was yesterday, and still...