It was midnight when the watchman inside the beggars home heard the sound of sobbing outside. He peered through the old rusty gate and found a well-dressed old man lying crumpled. “What is it you want sir?” asked the sentry,

 “I want a place to stay!” sobbed the old man.

“This place is for beggars sir. This is a beggars home!”

Tears of ecstasy rolled down my cheeks as I listened to Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, and as the choir thundered in German, ‘Deine Zauber binden wieder, Was die Mode streng geteilt.

I sang along, ‘Alle Menschen werden Brüder, Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt!’

"I'm useless! I don't think I'm cut out for anything!"

I nearly choked on my food as I heard this from the lady standing at my side. It was lunch break at a seminar on ‘Purpose and Work’ I was addressing and I'd noticed that even through the supposedly motivational talk I was giving her eyes were listless and dull. "Okay," I said, "ever heard of the woman who ran a creche for children from her home? As she sat with the kids one day a fire engine zoomed by. The kids were thrilled to see a dog on the front seat."

Give me a sense of humor, Lord;

Give me the grace to see a joke,

To get some humor out of life,

And pass it on to other folk.

The other day an employee of mine showed me his phone worth a huge amount. “But that’s a costly phone!” I said.

 “With my credit card sir!” he said.

And today, that’s what I see; with no money in the wallet but with a piece of plastic in hand more and more are moving from shop to shop and buying more than they can afford.