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<title><![CDATA[The power of your actions]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2008/02/21/the-power-of-your-actions/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 08:08:14 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from schoo]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span><font face="Calibri">One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"> </span><span><font face="Calibri">He must really be a nerd.'</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"> </span><span><font face="Calibri">I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends, tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.</font></span><span><font face="Calibri">As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
</span><span><br />
<font face="Calibri">As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.' They really should get lives. ‘He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!' There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
</span><span><br />
<font face="Calibri">I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would never have hung out with a private school kid before.</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"> </span><span><font face="Calibri">We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. </font></span><span><font face="Calibri">He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';">. </span><span><font face="Calibri">He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my</font></span><span style="font-size:7.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"> </span><span><font face="Calibri">friends thought the same of him.</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
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<font face="Calibri">Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"> </span><span><font face="Calibri">‘He just laughed and handed me half the books.</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"> </span><span><font face="Calibri">Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. </font></span><span><font face="Calibri">When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends that the miles would never be a problem.</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"> </span><span><font face="Calibri">He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.</font></span><span><br />
<font face="Calibri">Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
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<font face="Calibri">Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.</font></span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"> </span><span><font face="Calibri">He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous! </font></span><span style="font-size:11pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';">Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. ‘Thanks,' he said.</span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
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As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began: 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.'</span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
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I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.</span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"> </span><span style="font-size:11pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';">He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'</span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
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I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.</span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
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Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life for better or for worse. God puts us all in each other’s lives to impact one another in some way.</span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"> </span><span style="font-size:11pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';">Look for God in others.</span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
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'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'</span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
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There is no beginning or end… Yesterday is history.</span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
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Tomorrow is a mystery.</span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"><br />
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Today is a gift.</span><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';"></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Om å felle trær på en time]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/12/233/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 13:29:19 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/12/233/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Hvis jeg bare hadde en time til å felle et tre, ville jeg bruke de første tre kvarterene på å sl]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hvis jeg bare hadde en time til å felle et tre, ville jeg bruke de første tre kvarterene på å slipe øksa mi.</p>
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<p>(Abraham Lincoln)</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Å forvandle en gul klatt]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/12/a-forvandle-en-gul-klatt/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 13:20:42 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/12/a-forvandle-en-gul-klatt/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Det finnes malere som forvandler solen til en gul klatt, men det finnes andre som takket være deres]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Det finnes malere som forvandler solen til en gul klatt, men det finnes andre som takket være deres kunst og forstand forvandler en gul klatt til solen.<br />
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<p>Pablo Picasso</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Kloke ord fra Salomo]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/12/kloke-ord-fra-salomo/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 07:45:59 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/12/kloke-ord-fra-salomo/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Et mildt svar vender harmen bort, men et sårende ord vekker vrede.
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De vises tunger bruker kunnska]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Et mildt svar vender harmen bort, men et sårende ord vekker vrede.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>De vises tunger bruker kunnskapen godt, men dårers munn flyter over av dårskap.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>En sunn tunge er livets tre, men når den er fordervet, brytes ånden ned.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>En dåre forakter sin fars rettletning, men den som lar seg irettesette, er klok.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>I den rettferdiges hus er det stor rikdom, men det følger ødeleggelse med den ugudeliges inntekt.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>De vises lepper sprer kunnskap, men dårers hjerte gjør det ikke.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Et lykkelig hjerte gir et lyst ansikt, men med sorg i hjertet blir ånden nedbrutt.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Den forstandiges hjerte søker kunnskap, men dårers munn næres av dårskap.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>En hissig mann vekker strid, men den som er sen til vrede, demper tretten.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Den lates vei er som en tornehekk, men de oppriktiges vei er som en hovedvei.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>En vis sønn gleder sin far, men et menneske som er en dåre, forakter sin mor.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Den som er grådig etter urett vinning, fører skade over sitt eget hus, men den som hater bestikkelser, skal leve.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Den som legger øret til livgivende irettesettelse, holder seg gjerne blant de vise.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Den som ringeakter rettledning, forakter sin egen sjel. Men den som hører på irettesettelse, vinner forstand.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>(Bibelen, fra Salomos ordspråk 15)</p>
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<title><![CDATA[En sjel som sprer velsignelse]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/12/en-sjel-som-sprer-velsignelse/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 07:29:26 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/12/en-sjel-som-sprer-velsignelse/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[En sjel som sprer velsignelse, skal trives, den som vanner rikelig, skal også selv få rikelig å d]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>En sjel som sprer velsignelse, skal trives, den som vanner rikelig, skal også selv få rikelig å drikke.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>(Bibelen, Salomos ordspråk 11:25)</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Trumph-kort]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/04/trumph-kort/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2007 09:17:24 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/04/trumph-kort/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Jeg liker å tenke stort.
For meg er det ganske enkelt:
Hvis du likevel skal tenke,
så kan du like ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jeg liker å tenke stort.</p>
<p>For meg er det ganske enkelt:</p>
<p>Hvis du likevel skal tenke,</p>
<p>så kan du like gjerne tenke stort!</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Donald Trumph</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Change]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/04/change/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2007 09:07:40 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/04/change/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Nothing endures but change.
.
- Heracitius av Ephesus-
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nothing endures but change.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>- Heracitius av Ephesus-</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Filosofiprofessoren]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/03/186/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2007 19:06:37 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/05/03/186/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[En professor sto foran filosofiklassen sin med noen ting. Da timen begynte, tok han, uten å si et o]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>En professor sto foran filosofiklassen sin med noen ting. Da timen begynte, tok han, uten å si et ord, fram et veldig stort og tomt syltetøyglass og begynte å fylle det med golfballer. Da han hadde gjort det, spurte han klassen sin om glasset var fullt, og de var enige om at det var det.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Så tok professoren fram en kasse småsten og begynte og helle dem ned i glasset. Han ristet lett på glasset, slik at småstenene fordelte seg mellom golfballene. Deretter spurte han igjen klassen om glasset var fullt. Nok en gang mente klassen at det var fullt.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Deretter tok professoren fram en kasse med sand og helte det opp i glasset. Sanden fylte naturligvis det resterende rommet i glasset. Igjen spurte han om det var fullt? Klassen svarte enstemmig "ja", og deretter tok professoren to kopper kaffe og helte begge to ned i glasset, noe som effektivt fylte hulrommene som var mellom sandkornene.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Studentene lo.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>-Nå, sa professoren da latteren var stilnet. - Forestill dere nå at dette glasset representerer livet deres. Golfballene er de viktige tingene: familien deres, kjærester, barn, helse, venner og yndlingshobbyer - de tingene som, selv hvis dere mistet alt annet, fortsatt ville gjøre livet deres fullkomment. Småstenene er de andre tingene som betyr noe, sånn som jobb, hus, bil og så videre. Sanden er alle de andre småtingene.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Professoren fortsatte: -Hvis dere putter sanden ned i glasset først, er det ikke plass til verken småstenene eller golfballene. Det samme gjelder i livet. Hvis dere bruker all deres energi på små, ubetydelige ting, får dere aldri plass til de tingene som er viktigst for dere. Vær oppmerksom på de tingene som er kritisk for deres lykke. Lek med barna deres, pass på helsen. Inviter kjæresten på middag. Ta enda en runde på golfbanen.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Det vil alltid være en tid til å gjøre rent huset og å ordne avløp. Ta dere av golfballene først - de tingene som virkelig betyr noe. Få styr på det du prioriterer, resten er bare sand.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>En av studentene rakk opp hånda og spurte hva kaffen representerte? Professoren smilte: -Jeg er glad for at du spør. Det er bare for å vise at selvom livet ditt synes å være fullt, så er det alltids plass til et par kopper kaffe sammen med en venn.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Kloke ord fra Oprah]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/04/28/kloke-ord-fra-oprah/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2007 21:17:17 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/04/28/kloke-ord-fra-oprah/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[It doesn&#8217;t matter who you are or where you come from.
The ability to triumph begins with you -]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It doesn't matter who you are or where you come from.</p>
<p>The ability to triumph begins with you -</p>
<p>Always.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>- Oprah Winfrey -</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Involve me]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/04/13/involve-me/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 21:44:14 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/04/13/involve-me/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Tell me, and I may forget.
Show me and I may remember.
Involve me, and I will understand!
.
Chinese ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tell me, and I may forget.</p>
<p>Show me and I may remember.</p>
<p>Involve me, and I will understand!</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Chinese proverb</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Vær ikke for snar ]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/04/02/v%c3%a6r-ikke-for-snar/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 20:26:33 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/04/02/v%c3%a6r-ikke-for-snar/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Vær ikke for snar til å dømme. Det er vanligvis ikke bare to sider ved en sak, men heller tre, fi]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Vær ikke for snar til å dømme. Det er vanligvis ikke bare to sider ved en sak, men heller tre, fire, fem eller mer. La tvilen komme andre til gode!</p>
<p><img width="477" src="http://gullkorn.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/venner.jpg" alt="Venner" height="352" style="width:477px;height:352px;" /></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Arbeid=selvportrett?]]></title>
<link>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/01/13/arbeidselvportrett/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jan 2007 21:35:17 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gullkorn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/2007/01/13/arbeidselvportrett/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Ethvert arbeid er et selvportrett av den personen som utfører det. Signer ditt arbeid med fremragen]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ethvert arbeid er et selvportrett av den personen som utfører det. Signer ditt arbeid med fremragende dyktighet!</p>
<p><img src="http://gullkorn.wordpress.com/files/2007/01/cutecolorschores2.gif" alt="Bamse med støvsuger" /> </p>
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