Stress

A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience,
Raised a glass of water and asked; 'How heavy is this glass of water?'

Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g.

The lecturer replied, 'The absolute weight doesn't matter.
It depends on how long you try to hold it.

If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem.

If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm.

If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance.

In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.' He continued,
'And that's the way it is with stress management. If we carry all of our burdens all the time, sooner or later, As the burden becomes increasingly heavy, We won't be able to carry on. 'As with the glass of water, You have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden.

'So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it home. You can pick it up tomorrow. Whatever burdens you're carrying now, Let them down for a moment if you can.

'So, my friend, put down anything that may be a burden to you right now. Don't pick it up again until after you've rested a while.'
Here are some great ways of dealing with the burdens of life:

This Will See You Through the Day

Howard County Sheriff Jerry Marr got a disturbing call

one Saturday afternoon a few months ago.

His 6-year-old grandson, Mikey, had been hit by a car

while fishing in Greentown with his dad.

The father and son were near a bridge

by the Kokomo Reservoir when a

woman lost control of her car,

slid off the bridge and hit Mikey

at a rate of about 50 mph.

Sheriff Marr had seen the results of accidents

like this and feared the worst.

When he got to Saint Joseph Hospital ,

he rushed through the emergency

room to find Mikey conscious and in fairly good spirits.

'Mikey, what happened ?' Sheriff Marr asked.

Mikey replied, 'Well, Papaw, I was fishin' with Dad,

and some lady runned me over,I flew into a mud

puddle, and broke my fishin' pole and I didn't get to catch

no fish !'

As it turned out, the impact propelled Mikey about

500 feet, over a few trees and an embankment and in

to the middle of a mud puddle.

His only injuries were to his right femur bone,

which had broken in two places.

Mikey had surgery to place pins in his leg.

Otherwise the boy is fine.

Since all the boy could talk about was

that his fishing pole was broken,

the Sheriff went out to Wal-Mart and bought

him a new one while he was in surgery

so he could have it when he came out.

The next day the Sheriff sat with Mikey

to keep him company in the hospital.

Mikey was enjoying his new fishing pole

and talked about when he could go fishing again

as he cast into the trash can.

When they were alone Mikey, just as matter-of-fact, said,

'Papaw, did you know Jesus is real?'

'Well,' the Sheriff replied, a little startled..

'Yes, Jesus is real to all who believe in him

and love him in their hearts.'

'No,' said Mikey. 'I mean Jesus is REALLY REAL.'

'What do you mean ?' asked the Sheriff.

'I know he's real 'cause I saw him,' said Mikey,

still casting into the trash can.

'You did ?' said the Sheriff.

'Yep,' said Mikey. 'When that lady runned me over

and broke my fishing pole, Jesus caught me in his arms

and laid me down in the mud puddle.'

GIVES YOU GLORY BUMPS, DOESN'T IT ? !