Post by Rhonda on Sept 25, 2008 22:49:03 GMT -5
CREATING MY EXPRESSIONS
An old story is resurfacing about a young woman who entered a convent
to prepare herself for a life of celibacy and service. The institution
was one of a very strict order. Besides other regulations, the convent
enforced a requirement of silence - not a word dare be uttered.
Mother Superior explained to the new recruit that this rule of silence
was rigid. However, once every five years just two words could be
spoken.
At the end of the first five years of service, the young novitiate was
called in and instructed that she had earned the privilege of
expressing two words. What would they be? Her answer?
"Food rotten!"
Five years later she was again afforded the rare privilege of speaking
two more words. What would she say this time?
"Beds hard!"
The third time she was summoned, the woman proclaimed in exasperation,
"I quit!"
"Well, good riddance," responded Mother Superior. "All you have ever
done since you've been here is to complain!"
It is said that God gives us faces, but we create our own expressions.
I will take notice of the expressions I create today.
-- Steve Goodier
__________
P.S. ON WRITING
Don't use a big word where a diminutive word will suffice. --
Anonymous
An old story is resurfacing about a young woman who entered a convent
to prepare herself for a life of celibacy and service. The institution
was one of a very strict order. Besides other regulations, the convent
enforced a requirement of silence - not a word dare be uttered.
Mother Superior explained to the new recruit that this rule of silence
was rigid. However, once every five years just two words could be
spoken.
At the end of the first five years of service, the young novitiate was
called in and instructed that she had earned the privilege of
expressing two words. What would they be? Her answer?
"Food rotten!"
Five years later she was again afforded the rare privilege of speaking
two more words. What would she say this time?
"Beds hard!"
The third time she was summoned, the woman proclaimed in exasperation,
"I quit!"
"Well, good riddance," responded Mother Superior. "All you have ever
done since you've been here is to complain!"
It is said that God gives us faces, but we create our own expressions.
I will take notice of the expressions I create today.
-- Steve Goodier
__________
P.S. ON WRITING
Don't use a big word where a diminutive word will suffice. --
Anonymous