No limits
Once, an assignment took a writer to San Juan, Puerto Rico. There, one night after dinner, he sat with several other diners for a long time listening to a native of the island playing calypso music on a crude steel drum. Using mallets, the young man produced some toe-tapping sounds from his makeshift instrument.
Thinking about that experience drives home an important point to me. Some people have the wherewithal to surround themselves with the finest instruments - grand pianos, handmade violins, exquisite harps - but don't have the skill or talent or discipline to get music from them. But a young man beating on the bottom of a steel container was able to make a whole roomful of people happy with his joyous music.
The secret is to make the most of life's gifts. Don't complain to God about what He hasn't supplied you. Thank Him today for His many gifts, especially for life itself. Because when you are alive, really alive in every sense of the word, there are no limits placed on what you can accomplish. It's up to you.
Thinking about that experience drives home an important point to me. Some people have the wherewithal to surround themselves with the finest instruments - grand pianos, handmade violins, exquisite harps - but don't have the skill or talent or discipline to get music from them. But a young man beating on the bottom of a steel container was able to make a whole roomful of people happy with his joyous music.
The secret is to make the most of life's gifts. Don't complain to God about what He hasn't supplied you. Thank Him today for His many gifts, especially for life itself. Because when you are alive, really alive in every sense of the word, there are no limits placed on what you can accomplish. It's up to you.
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