Once upon a time a psychology professor walked around on a stage while teaching stress management principles to an auditorium filled with students.
As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the typical “glass half empty or glass half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, the professor asked, “How heavy is this glass of water I’m holding?”
Students shouted out answers ranging from eight ounces to a couple pounds.
She replied, “From my perspective, the absolute weight of this glass doesn’t matter. It all depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute or two, it’s fairly light. If I hold it for an hour straight, its weight might make my arm ache a little. If I hold it for a day straight, my arm will likely cramp up and feel completely numb and paralyzed, forcing me to drop the glass to the floor. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it feels to me.”
As the class shook their heads in agreement, she continued, “Your stresses and worries in life are very much like this glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and you begin to ache a little. Think about them all day long, and you will feel completely numb and paralyzed – incapable of doing anything else until you drop them.”
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The moral: It’s important to remember to let go of your stresses and worries. No matter what happens during the day, as early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don’t carry them through the night and into the next day with you. If you still feel the weight of yesterday’s stress, it’s a strong sign that it’s time to put the glass down.
Beautiful way to tell that how to destress
This is very true and so profound
So inspiring
If you accept stories from here I would like for you to consider an American Veteran who landed at Normandy, Howard Day. I wrote the poem a few days ago.
Howard Day
I’d like to tell you if I may
About a man named Howard Day
And he is crippled now, you see
It happened, there at Normandy
The tide turned red that fateful day
As one by one men passed away
And yet he lived, he knew not how
But Howard Day is crippled now
The price he paid that day was steep
Yet freedom never has been cheap
And from his life I hope you see
That freedom never has been free
And countless folks like Howard Day
Have felt the call the price to pay
To go and fight the enemy
That folks at home may still be free
And he became a friend of mine
Though in a chair he spent his time
I thank my God He made a way:
I met a hero, Howard Day.
By Bud Atkinson
Very Nice.
Sick, this story does make sense
It’s an amazing story. Looking forward to reading your new stories. Thanku
Fantastic
excellent work.keep up
Superb and really inspirational..
Wonderful
Awesome ?
Great stuff – will remember you put the glass down
good one Stephen. keep up the good work
Nice and needed message. Thank U
uplifting
Great
Awesome…
Very old one. We expect innovative ideas from a great Leader and writer like you. Please continue your good work.
Excellent analogy. Beautiful message. Keep up the good work.
Very nice
Thank you Stephen! Very nice story. Looking forward to reading your stories. Wish you all the best!
Nice one!