He Speaks, Listen

He Speaks, Listen

A boy and his father loved to go camping together and one night while they were sitting around the fire. The father started teaching his son to observe the world around him. He talked about the movements of the sun and stars, and how you will never be lost if you take the time to learn where you are. The boy shivered and asked “How cold do ya figure it is dad?” His dad replied “I don’t know but the crickets do, count how many chirps you hear in fifteen seconds and then add thirty-seven.” The boy concentrated, did some quick calculations on his finger and then said “Wow, it is around 45° out here.”
Years later, the boy and his father met in Chicago for lunch. The boy had grown into a powerful businessman who always seemed to have papers in his hand and a phone to his ear. As they were walking down to the café, exchanging old stories of camping. The father abruptly stopped and smiled, “can you hear the cricket my boy?” The son just laughed and said “this is Chicago dad not the mountains.” In response, the dad walked across busy street and reached down into a small flower pot on the windowsill. The son followed him briskly, slightly annoyed at the detour. But, to the son’s shock the father was holding a small cricket in his hand. The son, a little flustered, said “that’s just cuz you got hearing aids.” The father slowly replied “no son, everyone can hear they just don’t listen.” And to prove his point he pulled a pocketful of change and dropped it on that bustling Chicago street. Every pedestrian with in twenty-five feet turned about and looked. The problem lies not in the ears, but in the heart.

Churchill

Hello my friends,
So i have a confession. Thanks to my rhetorical analysis paper i now have an obsession with Winston Churchill. I have read about his accomplishments before this, but this is the first time i have studied his style of delivery.
They say that their are opposites in all things, light to dark, day to night. I think it is interesting that at such a tumultuous time their were two heads of state with two very different yet very effective style. Churchill was a solid speaker, while Hitler was very emotional. This is not to say that Churchhill had no passion. Quite the contrary he is full of pathos. But, Hitler had a distinctive style of pronounce hand gestures. Churchill is a "bulldog" style, while Hitler was more of a "peacock" style.

Hands

Hey friends,
I penned this little poem during conference, hope you enjoy.

I roam this world from day to day,
meeting people while on my way.
I often hold their hands in mine,
And feel the subtle marks of time.
As I touch the stories written in their skin,
I can feel the soul within.
In my mother’s hands I feel countless lessons given
I feel the love that makes my life worth livin.
I remember one dark night
my father gripped my hand so tight,
And in that moment I knew it true
Those hands would do anything to see me through.
Yet, there are hands more vivid in my mind
That came to me in a lonely time.
I felt as though all joy had fled from my soul
And these hands came and made me whole.
I looked around, but not a thing I could see.
Yet, I knew, I KNOW an infinite love has touched me.
I continue to roam this world from day to day,
But I do not fear trials while on my way
For I know that when my burden grows to great
Those hands that bear the prints of love will take away weight.