SUCCESS IS DEPENDENT ON NOT GIVING UP

The difference between successful people and those that aren't often boils down to pure persistence; the desire to not give up. Great people carry on, even in adversity and critics.

Here is a fun and meaningful story for the tested-or the soon to be.

Two frogs were playing in the swamp one day and decided to go exploring. They hopped off in the direction of an old farm where there were lots of fun things to explore. They came across a pail of milk and immediately jumped in it for a swim. However, they soon found themselves in danger as they tried to climb out and go home. The sides turned out to be steeper and slip-pier then they had anticipated.

Both frogs continued to struggle to get out - kicking, squirming and swimming the best they could. Finally one frog just quit saying "this is way too hard, it is hopeless, I quit." Eventually that frog disappeared under the milk never to rise to the surface again. The other frog wasn't going to quit so easily and continued to kick, squirm and swim the best a frog could in that situation. Finally when the frog decided to stop he noticed that he wasn't sinking. With all of his churning the milk had been turned into a big hunk of butter! As a result he simply climbed out of the pail.

You can never quit. You can't give up on your vision and you can't give up on those you lead. You can't give up! You may not have it all figured out, but you have to keep kicking, keep squirming and keep swimming until you eventually reach the top. From the top no one will doubt you have succeeded as a leader. But it will take constant effort and courage to get there. You will have to trust yourself and trust those you lead. Great leaders get it, do you?

What are your challenges that keep you kicking, squirming and swimming as a leader? Please comment - thanks!

WHAT IS LIFE ABOUT????

Hi all, i read this somewhere and found intersting so just thought of sharing with you people.

To make money we loose our health and then to restore our health we loose money. 
We live as if we are never going to die and we die as if we never lived 
wherein it should be other way round

First i was dying to finish my high school and start college

and then i was dying to finish college and start working

then i was dying to marry and have children,

and then i was dying for my children to grow old enough so i could go back to work

but then i was dying to retire.

and now i am dying and suddenly i realized i forgot to live………………..

THE TEACUP

There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups.

One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke.

"You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup.

There was a time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, let me alone,' but he only smiled, 'Not yet'.

"Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. 'Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!' I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet.'

Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled, and I knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head, 'Not yet.'

"Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. 'There, that's better,' I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. 'Stop it, stop it!' I cried. He only nodded, 'Not yet.'

"Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head, saying, 'Not yet.'

"Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, 'Look at yourself.' And I did. I said, 'That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful.'

'I want you to remember, then,' he said, 'I know it hurt to be rolled and patted, but if I just left you, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened. You would not have had any color in your life, and if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you.'