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Life
has different colors. It presents us with various problems from time to
time. Sometimes the obstacles are small and sometimes they are so big,
that one stops on the way. Looking and thinking about the obstacles of
such magnitude, one starts believing that they are unsurmountable.
At
this point in our life, what about asking ourselves few questions about
our belief? What if someone tells you- believe in yourself, believe in
your abilities, and believe that whatever may be the obstacle, you have
the strength to overcome it. Believe and you will find a way.
Our beliefs
The
focus is on belief. What do we believe about our abilities? Do we
believe that we can overcome any obstacle? Do we believe that we have
the ability? Do we have strong faith in our persistence? Do we know how
to think and find out ways? Do we know how to pray and seek answers? Do
we think that we are the winners? These are the questions that we should
ask ourselves.
What is belief and how does it help us succeed?
Belief,
a very strong belief in our ability gives us the strength and the
positive attitude that helps us find out answers to every problem. If we
believe that we will be able to find the solution, we will be excited
to work towards it. If we doubt our ability, then we have already lost
the war. Belief is a very strong medicine and it works in wonderful
ways. Believe that you will be able to find out all solutions. Believe
that you will overcome all problems. Believe that you will emerge
successful. Belive that you are a winner. Believe that you deserve
success. Believe that you have the mental and physical strngth to fight
against all the odds. Believe. There can be no bigger magic than strong
belief.Brandon had always been thought of as “slow.” He talked slowly;
he walked slowly; he read slowly and he ate slowly. He was a
nine-year-old boy in fourth grade. Many of Brandon’s classmates made fun
of him because he could not process information quickly.
“Mom, I
don’t mean to be so slow,” he told his Mother. “I know, sweetheart,”
she always replied to him. “You remember the story of The Tortoise and
the Hare, don’t you?” “Yes. It’s one of my favorite stories because the
tortoise reminds me of me.” “That’s right. Being slow and deliberate can
have a tremendous advantage. Sweetheart, you’re gonna find something
that you really like to do that suits you that other people will value.
Mark my word.” “Are you sure, Mom? I’m tired of being thought of as
‘slo-mo.’” “Slo-mo is a no-go. That name will go away sooner than you
think.” Brandon began to speak. “Just trust me on this, son,” his Mom
interrupted. “Moms know these kinds of things.” “Alright, Mom.”
The
next day, Brandon excitedly came home with a flyer about a soapbox
derby event to be held at the local park. “Mom!” yelled Brandon. “What’s
all the fuss about, honey?” she replied. “You were right!” “About
what?” “The thing you said about something I really like to do.” Brandon
showed his Mother the flyer. She read aloud, “1st annual soap-box
derby. Prizes for the top three cars.” Brandon was too excited to let
her finish. “Mom, you know how much I like to build things. Look at all
those model cars in my room. I can design one of the cars for the race.
Joey could drive it. He’s one of the best athletes in the school. And
he’s my best friend.” “Okay. Here’s the deal,” she said seriously. “Dad
and I will get you all of the parts you need. The only condition is that
you tell no one – not even Joey – about your car-building, okay? The
only one I AM gonna tell is Mr. Washington.” “The principal?” “Yes!”
“Why, Mom?” “Just trust your Mom. Have I ever steered you wrong before?
Pun intended,” Brandon’s Mom giggled. “Mom! Alright.”
Brandon
worked tirelessly on the soapbox car while his Dad took many pictures of
all the stages from Brandon designing the car to the finished product.
Brandon basically did all of the designing and constructing. In spite of
Brandon staying up past his bedtime during most of the schoolnights,
his Mother was happy that he was doing something that her son loved.
After about three to four weeks, Brandon was finished constructing the
car.
On race day, Brandon’s friend, Joey, drove the car that
Brandon built without knowing that Brandon himself built the car. It was
an easy victory for Joey because of the car’s streamlining and
precision. The race sponsors announced that Joey and Brandon were the
championship team. Joey was not surprised because he knew Brandon’s
capabilities. But the other kids were in shock.
“This is the best
car in the school,” said one of the kids. “Yeah,” said another kid.
“Look at all of the details and the contours. This car was made to be
the fastest.” “How could Brandon Tyler have built this car?” asked
another. “He couldn’t do anything quickly and finish by the end of the
day to save his life.” “He didn’t finish by the end of the day,”
interjected Mr. Washington. “It took him several weeks. Being slow and
deliberate has its advantages. Could ANY of you have done all of the
precision work and detailing of this car without going crazy?” “No,” the
boys said in harmony. Mr. Washington had a photo album, which had the
photos of all of the stages of Brandon’s car construction taken by his
Father. He showed the boys, who were flabbergasted. Brandon’s Mother
came up to her son and gave him a big kiss. “Aw, Mom!” said Brandon
regretfully. “Never you mind, mister. I earned that kiss. What did your
Mother tell you?” “Your Mother’s right, son,” said Brandon’s Dad.
“Everyone has talents to offer the world.” “Well alright,” affirmed Mr.
Washington. “’The slowest boy in the school’ created the fastest car in
the school. How’s that for irony?”
motivation, inspiration,
belief, success, achieving success, confidence Brandon had always been
thought of as “slow.” He talked slowly; he walked slowly; he read slowly
and he ate slowly. He was a nine-year-old boy in fourth grade. Many of
Brandon’s classmates made fun of him because he could not process
information quickly
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