I refuse to give up.
I am creating the career of my dreams.
I am courageous and I stand up for myself.
I am transforming.
I am in charge of how I feel.
I love myself.
I am growing.
I am getting better with every passing moment.
My body is my best friend.
I am confident.
I love myself exactly as I am.
I deserve love and respect.
Two friends were walking through the desert. At one stage in their journey, they had an argument and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything he wrote in the sand, “Today my best friend slapped me in the face.”
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to have a wash. The one who had been slapped got stuck in a mire and started drowning, but his friend saved him. After he had recovered from his shock, he wrote on a stone, “Today my best friend saved my life.”
The friend who slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write in stone, why?”
The other friend replied, “When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”
A 10 year old boy entered a coffee shop and sat at a table. He asked “How much is an ice cream sundae?” “50 cents,” replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it. He asked “How much is a dish of plain ice cream?”
Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient. “35 cents,” she said brusquely.
The little boy again counted the coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away.
The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed. When the waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw.
There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were 15 cents – her tip.