A delightful story is told about a young man who applied for a job as a telegraph operator. He answered an ad in the newspaper and went to the telegraph office to await an interview. Though he knew Morse Code and was qualified in every other way, seven other applicants were also waiting in the large, noisy office.

He saw customers coming and going and heard a telegraph clacking away in the background. He also noticed a sign on the receptionist’s counter instructing applicants to fill out a form and wait to be summoned to an inner office for an interview. He filled out the form and sat down to wait.

After a few minutes, the young man stood up, crossed the room to the door of the inner office, and walked right in. Naturally the other applicants perked up, wondering why he had been so bold. They talked among themselves and finally determined that, since nobody had been summoned to interview yet, the man would likely be reprimanded for not following instructions an possibly disqualified for the job.

Within a few minutes, however, the young man emerged from the inner office escorted by the interviewer, who announced to the other applicants, “Thank you all very much for coming, but the job has just been filled.”

They were all confused and one man spoke up: “Wait a minute — I don’t understand. We’ve been waiting longer than he and we never even got a chance to be interviewed.”

The employer responded, “All the time you’ve been sitting here, the telegraph has been ticking out the following message: ‘If you understand this, then come right in. The job is yours.'”

This man knew a valuable life-lesson that most people miss: Wherever You Are, Be There. If you’re there physically, also be there emotionally. Be there mentally. Be there attentively. Be there as fully as you can.

It’s about being present and fully alive in the moment.

Wherever you are, be there. Give your full attention to others (is there really a better gift?). Give yourself fully to the task at hand or to the present moment. When you’re completely present, you’ll make the most of every minute. And minutes lived fully add up to a life lived magnificently.


A Winner is always a part of an answer.
A Loser is always a part of a problem. A Winner has a program.
A Loser has an excuse.A Winner says: Let me do it for you!
A Loser says: Its not my responsibility!
A Winner sees an answer in every problem.A Loser sees a problem in every answer.
A Winner says: Let’s find out the answer!
A Loser says: Nobody knows the answer!
A Winner says: It’s hard, but it’s possible to do.
A Loser says: It’s possible, but hard to do.
A Winner faces every problem and solves it.
A Loser evades every problem and never solves it.

-Be a Winner NOT a Loser!-



A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art like Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Viet Nam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, “Sir, you don’t know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art. The young man held out his package. “I know this isn’t much. I’m not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.”

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. “Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It’s a gift.”

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. “We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?” There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted. “We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.” But the auctioneer persisted. “Will someone bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?” Another voice shouted angrily. “We didn’t come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!” But still the auctioneer continued. “The son! The son! Who’ll take the son?”

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. “I’ll give $10 for the painting.” Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. “We have $10, who will bid $20?” “Give it to him for $10. Let’s see the masters.” “$10 is the bid, won’t someone bid $20?” The crowd was becoming angry. They didn’t want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. “Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!” A man sitting on the second row shouted. “Now let’s get on with the collection!” The auctioneer laid down his gavel. “I’m sorry, the auction is over.” “What about the paintings?” they cried. “I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, includin g the paintings. The man who took God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on a cruel cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is, “The son, the son, who’ll take the son?” Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.


Seorang kaya dan anaknya gemar mengkoleksi karya -karya seni langka seperti Picasso sampai Raphael. Mereka sering duduk bersama dan mengagumi keindahan karya seni tersebut. Pada saat konflik Vietnam pecah, sang anak pergi ke medan perang. Dia sangat pemberani dan gugur di dalam pertempuran pada saat menolong prajurit lain. Sang ayah diberitahukan mengenai kabar anaknya dan sangat bersedih hati untuk anak satu-satunya itu.

Sebulan kemudian, tepat sebelum hari natal, ada ketukan dipintu rumah orang kaya itu. Seorang anak muda berdiri didepan pintu dengan bungkusan yang sangat besar ditangannya. Anak muda itu berkata, “Tuan, anda tidak mengenal saya, tetapi saya adalah prajurit yang telah diselamatkan oleh anak anda dengan mengorbankan nyawanya. Anak anda menyelamatkan bayak orang pada hari itu, dan dia sedang mengangkat saya menuju tempat yang aman ketika sebuah peluru menembus jantungnya dan dia gugur seketika. Anak anda sering bercerita mengenai anda , dan kecintaan anda akan seni. Anak muda itu menyerahkan bungkusan yang dipegangnya pada orang kaya tersebut dan berkata,”Saya tahu ini tidak ada artinya. Saya bukanlah seorang seniman yang hebat, namun saya pikir anak anda pasti menginginkan anda untuk memilikinya.

Sang ayah membuka bungkusan tersebut. Ternya isinya adalah sebuah gambar dari anaknya, lukisan yang dilukis oleh anak muda tersebut. Sang ayah memandang dengan kekaguman bagaimana prajurit muda itu menuangkan gambaran pribadi dari anaknya dalam lukisan. Sang ayah begitu tenggelam dalam perasaan sampai matanya berlinang air mata. Dia berterima kasih pada anak muda itu dan menawarkan untuk membayar lukisan tersebut. “Tidak tuan, aku tidak mungkin membayar kembali apa yang telah anak anda perbuat untuk saya. Lukisan itu adalah hadiah.” Kata anak muda itu.

Sang ayah menggantungkan lukisan tersebut diatas rak diatas tungku. Dan setiap kali ada tamu yang berkunjung kerumahnya, tamu tersebut akan diajaknya untuk melihat lukisan anaknya terlebih dahulu sebelum mereka diajak untuk melihat koleksi karya seni hebatnya yang lain.

Beberapa bulan kemudian orang kaya itu meninggal. Semua koleksi lukisan akan dijual melalui lelang besar. Banyak orang penting datang berkumpul, tertarik untuk dapat melihat lukisan-lukisan hebat dan berkesempatan untuk dapat membeli satu untuk koleksi. Di atas panggung diletakkan lukisan dari Sang Anak.

Juru lelang mengetokkan palunya. “Kita akan memulai penawaran dengan lukisan Sang Anak. Siapa yang akan mengajukan penawaran untuk lukisan ini?” Suasana sunyi tenang. Kemudian ada suara dari arah belakang berkata, kami ingin melihat lukisan yang terkenal, lewatkan saja lukisan ini.”Namun Juru lelang tetap bertahan. “Adakah yang bersedia menawar lukisan ini? Siapakah yang akan memulai penawaran? $100, $200?” Terdengar lagi suara dengan nada marah. “Kami datang bukan untuk lukisan ini. Kami datang untuk melihat karya Van Goghs, Rembrandt. Lanjutkan saja dengan penawaran yang sesungguhnya!” Namun tetap saja Juru lelang melanjutkan.”Sang Anak! Sang Anak! Siapa yang bersedia mengambil sang Anak?”

Akhirnya, ada suara terdengar dari arah paling belakang. Ternyata suara tukang kebun yang telah lama bekerja pada orang kaya dan anaknya. “Saya akan membayar $10 untuk lukisan tersebut. Sebagai seorang tukang kebun yang miskin, uang sebesar $10 merupakan semua uang yang dimilikinya untuk mampu membayar. “Kita memiliki seorang yang menawar $10, apakah ada yang bersedia menawar $20?” Para pengunjung mulai marah. Mereka tidak menginginkan lukisan Sang Anak. Mereka menginginkan investasi yang lebih berharga untuk koleksi mereka. Juru lelang mengetokkan palunya. “Hitungan pertama, kedua, TERJUAL untuk $10!” Seorang pria yang duduk dibaris kedua berkata, “Sekarang mari kita lanjutkan dengan koleksi nya!” Juru lelang meletakkan palunya. “Maafkan saya, acara lelang sudah selesai.” “Bagaimana dengan lukisan-lukisannya?” mereka berkata. “Maafkan saya. Sewaktu saya dipanggil untuk memandu acara lelang ini, pada saya dikatakan sebuah syarat rahasia seperti yang tertulis dalam surat wasiat. Dan saya tidak diijinkan untuk mengungkapkan syarat tersebut sampai dengan saat ini. Syaratnya ialah bahwa hanya lukisan Sang Anak yang akan dilelang, dan barangsiapa membeli lukisan tersebut akan mewarisi semua kekayaan, termasuk seluruh lukisan.

ALLAH mengaruniakan Anak-NYA 2000 tahun yang silam untuk mati di kayu salib. Hampir sama dengan Juru lelang, pesan-NYA di masa ini adalah, “Sang Anak, Sang Anak, Siapa yang bersedia mengambil Sang Anak?” Karena, tahukah anda, siapapun yang mengambil Sang Anak mendapatkan semuanya.


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