helping

Real friends, are really hard to come by.

Look at it this way__efore any of this wood became parts of the shelves or the desk or the chair, all of it was in pieces__ust pieces of wood. But the wood was full of potential. It could be shaped into anything that a carpenter wanted it to be shaped into, turning it into a beautiful finished product. Now, not all carpenters are equal in skill__ou know that. If a piece of wood is shaped by a poor carpenter, the finished product will be lacking somehow, in some way."But if that wood is shaped by a master carpenter, then that piece will fit into this world precisely as it__ supposed to fit, whether it be a desktop or a cabinet shelf or a doorstop. And the way that I work wood is the way I try to work with people__ith love and attention and caring__o that the wood and the people can reach their potential. And if someone lets you teach them, and is open to what you have to teach, then how can you go wrong?

He who helps you in your worst moment well deserves to be your best hero!

When you are in trouble, you are the nearest first person who can help you!

You cannot save everyone. Some people are going to destroy themselves no matter how much you try to help them.

We cannot hold a torch to light another's path without brightening our own.

If I am not touching a life, I am not touching life.

Not everyone who has helped or is helping you wanted or wants to help you.

A mentoring nurse to new doctors: "Check your own pulse first.

If we have the power and the means, then we must help.

The grace of service is the spirit of belonging.

I don__ know why everyoneis still trying to find out whether heaven and hell exist.Why do we need more evidence?They exist here on this very Earth.Heaven is standing atop Mount Qasiounoverlooking the Damascene sightswith the wind carrying Qabbani__dulcet words all around you.And hell is only four hours away in Aleppo where children__ cries drown out the explosions of mortar bombsuntil they lose their voice,their families, and their limbs.Yes, hell certainly does existright now, at this moment,as I pen this poem. And all we__e doingto extinguish this hellfireis sighing, shrugging, liking, and sharing.Tell me: what exactly does that makeus? Are we any better than the gatekeepers of hell?

Charles is going to be fine," said Annie. "Yep," said Jack with a smile. "He never even knew that it was us who helped him." "That's the best way to help someone, I think," said Annie. "Why?" asked Jack. "Then you know you're not helping them just to get a lot of credit," said Annie. "You're helping because it's the right thing to do.

Why do you feel so powerless? Go spend an hour with ants. Each of those black specks you see is a life. One whole life that you can save, take, or affect in some way. You have the power to make so many lives better. It is within you. Don__ lose sight of that.

When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping." To this day, especially in times of "disaster," I remember my mother's words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers _ so many caring people in this world.

Helping others without any expectation and without gain is just as much a gift to yourself as it is to the person you give to.

Funny thing how when you reach out, people tend to reach right back. Best, then, to make sure your hand is open and not fisted.

There are times you find yourself standing by the wayside, watching as someone struggles to dig a well with a spoon, and you wish with all your heart you had arms and a shovel.