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This is such a perfect example of how humans allow themselves to wander about in self destructive behavior and old belief patterns that as a frog community we felt compelled to post it. The great thing is…it shows hope, even for humans (grin). We hope you enjoy it as much as we did!

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
(c) By Portia Nelson

Chapter I

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost . . . I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I fall in . . . it’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V

I walk down another street.

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…dot dot dot… coming to you live from the news room (as Paul Harvey says), and now, for the REST of the story…

(Frogsville, USA) Sept 5, 2006. Early yesterday morning a gathering of frogs from all over the nation convened on the local Starbucks on 5th and Lilly Pond Ave. They were in town for the annual frog climb, a rather useless venture as not one frog has made it to the top of the pole in the history of the event. This year was to be different however.

As the town looked on the frogs drained Starbucks dry of their supply of caffeine. It was evident to most that they were depending on the substance to give them the charge they needed for the strenuous Olympic-proportion climb. Mobile Drug Testing, LLC based out of Salt Lake City, UT was on hand to run the customary pre-event drug screens, but there is no protocol for caffeine and the entire group passed the test and was allowed to participate.

The starting gun was fired, the crowd yelled their usual jeers and de-frogitory comments. One by one the frogs gave up and dropped from the pole, but what took place next was no less than a miracle; Mr. F.R. Og made it to the top. The crowd was stunned.

When asked what his secret was Og replied in sign language, “I looked down and saw the crowd jumping up and down, yelling. It was the cheering of the crowd; their loyal support kept me climbing to victory.”

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…And that’s the rest of the story.

Want to make a difference? Cheer someone on.

LOVE to everyone,
Kim

(C) Sept, 2006.� Kim Mutch Emerson

I would like to share a story about frogs.� This story was posted on a forum I belong to yet it was left unfinished.� Several of my online friends posted reasons for the outcome of the story.� It went like this:

The story about tiny frogs

There once was a bunch of tiny frogs who arranged a running competition.
The goal was to reach the top of a very high pole.

A big crowd had gathered around the pole to see the race and cheer on the contestants.

The Race Began….imagine 1000 of tiny frogs climbing up this very tall pole.

Honestly: No one in the crowd believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the pole. Statements such as:

“Oh, way too difficult!!!”
“They will never make it to the top.”
“Not a chance that they will succeed. The pole is too high!”

The tiny frogs began collapsing one by one….

The crowd continued to yell…
“It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!”

More tiny frogs gave up and dropped from the pole in exhaustion.
But one continued higher and higher and higher. This tiny frog wouldn’t give up!� He reached his goal and finished the race.

Always think of the power words have. Because everything you hear and read will affect your actions!

Here are the responses to the story:

The one tiny frog was deaf.
Kim
The tiny frog had been to Starbucks that morning.
Nancy Guenther

I love it! Deaf for sure What is that saying, “Falling on Deaf Ears”?
I only wish we could be deaf to our own destructive thoughts at times…
Those are the most devastating of all.
Jan Verhoeff

Not only was the little frog deaf, he thought that they were cheering him on.
Heidi