Get Rid Of The Cargo You Don’t Need

Amid all the hoopla of the 1984 Summer Olympics in Los Angeles, one tragic casualty was generally overlooked. Boomer, a bald eagle, didn’t make it. In the extravagant opening ceremonies Boomer was scheduled to soar into the Coliseum to the strains of “America The Beautiful.” Unfortunately, Boomer was unable to show up for his performance. Three days before the Olympics opened, Boomer died-of stress, they said. Just guess even an eagle can tell when things are out of hand. People-pressure was just too much for the old bird. He knew how to survive the dangers of the wilderness but not the stress of civilization. We can relate with poor Boomer. We all have those crushing moments when we feel as if we’re dying of stress. Recent medical research tells us that many people are literally killed by stress. How do we handle the rest of the mess-the circumstances beyond our control?

Imagine the Plight of the Sailors who during their voyage are got caught in the midst of a raging and fierce storm, there are important answers in their lifestyle.

A Navigating officer from one of the Voyage describes one of the disaster that threatened the ship, which was transporting Cargos. They lost all control of their circumstances-yet they survived. And locked inside this storm-tossed story are the basic skills we need to survive the storms of stress.

Imagine in such a way, that during the beginning of voyage. “If someone had suggested to the captain of the ship upon departure, that the cargo, the ship’s tackle, and maybe even his favourite chair were going overboard, and they were not needed for the travel, he probably would have burned their ears with his reply. Yet when the storm hit, they decided they could do without some items they once were sure they needed.

If we are going to handle our own personal matters ourselves, we will have to get rid of the cargo we do not need. Of course, it sometimes takes a storm to make us even consider letting go.

Some of our “extra cargo” may be bad things we have accumulated like barnacles: a compromising relationship, deepening debt, a growing obsession with money, an addiction, inferiority complex, a critical attitude, an entangling sinful habit- things we hang on to, until a storm exposes how they are sinking us.

A Storm is our chance to change, when the rough weather subsides, we tend to return to the same overloaded or wrongly loaded lifestyle. That in turn could set the stage for an even bigger storm. If you want to survive your personal “hurricane”, evaluate your extra cargo and get rid of it before it sinks you-one way or another,

There is one more survival skill for a storm, which reminds us that, ‘the ship doesn’t matter. Only the people do, with all the pressure to achieve and accomplish, the people we love can slowly get pushed to the corners of our lives.

Neglect is not intentional – Weeds grow in our garden, not because we plant them, but we forget them. In the same way , many a times a man may neglect his wife or a child in his dust as he speeds towards his career goals. Sometimes a woman slowly vanishes from the most important moments of her loved ones as she loses herself in a job. Co-workers or employees can become functions instead of people with needs,

In the pursuit of peace, the “ship” – the project , the schedule, the deadline, the organization, the budget-may be lost on the rocks. That is costly, but it’s okay. It is our people we cannot afford to lose. If the storm blows you back to them, you have all you really need. You can always find another ship. “It usually takes a storm to restore our values.”


“Three peoples were laying bricks. A passerby asked them what they were doing. The first one replied, “Don’t you see I am making a living?” The second one said, “Don’t you see I am laying bricks?” The third one said, “I am building a beautiful monument.” Here were three people doing the same thing who had totally different perspectives on what they were doing. They had three very different attitudes about their work. And would their attitude affect their performance? The answer is clearly yes.

Keeping the above story in mind , you can relate to those three characters in your life and work, In today’s world, pride in performance has fallen down drastically, because it requires a lot of effort and hard work. However, nothing happens unless it is made to happen. When one is discouraged, it is easy to look for shortcuts and other cheap ways to get the work done. However these should be avoided no matter how great the temptation. Pride comes from within- it is what gives the winning edge. Pride of performance does not represent ego. It represents pleasure with humility. The quality of the work and the quality of the worker are inseparable. Half-hearted effort does not produce half results; it produces no results.

Excellence comes when the performer takes pride in doing his best. Every job is a self-portrait of the person who does it, regardless of what the job is. Most people forget how fast you did a job, but they remember how well it was done.

If a man is called to be street sweeper , he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. – Martin Luther King, Jr.

The feeling of a job well done is a reward in itself. It is better to do small things well than do many things poorly.


This is a story about two boys who loved history, but hated tours , In fact , they have managed to make the word tour into two very long syllables. “Daddy,” they moan pitifully, ” are we going on a toooooooo-ur?” When their dad assured them that they were going to see an early-American town, not just costumed ladies telling about old buildings, they agreed .Cautiously

On reaching the planned spot, they saw the peoples going on with their own regular job, The craftsmen made the place come alive. The blacksmith worked his magic with fire and iron. The miller showed them how a water wheel and some wheat equals flour. And the potter made them forget any leftover impressions of a “toooooooo-ur.” His skill was almost hypnotic. He sat at his wheel, rhythmically turning the shaft with his feet. In a nearby corner were shapeless, seemingly worthless gray blobs of clay. One of those former blobs was now the focus of all their attention. With practiced fingers the potter was working that clay upwards into a smooth and shapely vase.

The potter’s shack was cramped, too small for all the people crowded in to watch on that hot day. Eventually, the crowd left. But these two boys wanted to stay. They had noticed two shelves of finished vases, one on either side of the potter. With childlike innocence one of the boys reached out to touch. “Careful!” the craftsmen exclaimed. “Please don’t touch the pottery on that shelf. You’ll ruin it. “Then he surprised them when he said, “Why don’t you touch the ones on the other shelf?” Needless to say, they were curious why some vases could be touched and not others.

Glancing at the “do-not-touch” shelf, he explained, ” These haven’t been fired yet. ” The potter told them that , there was more to making masterpieces than just making the blobs into beautiful shapes. If he stopped at that point, they would quickly be marred and misshapen. Without the fire, the potter’s work is still beautiful, but too fragile.

The other vases could be touched because they had twice been baked in his kiln at temperatures of more than 2000 degrees. “The fire makes the clay firm and strong,” finally the potter concluded. ” “Fire makes the beauty last.” That was the trigger.

The Potter was talking to them about a fire that increases the value of something precious. Having spent most of his adult years in an oven-a pressure cooker, to be exact- He knew about Fire. Much of it could be traced to his overheated schedule and over committed lifestyle. That heat was his own fault. Further , the potter clarified ,But there is another fire that comes not from me but from the Master Potter inside me. There is, to be sure , a heat that burns, and another heat that beautifies.

Now, comparing the Pot to our life , and the Potter to our circumstances , we should be able to identify the fire which we are dealing with , the fire from outside , or the fire from within , The outside fire may burn , but the fire from inside us will beautify our life. Both are needed for our life .


Have you ever heard the story about the farmer who told his wife one morning that he was going to plough the southern side of his farm ?He got off to an early start so he could oil the tractor . He needed more oil, so he went to the shop to get it. On the way to the shop, he noticed his cows weren’t fed . So he proceeded to the cattle feed , where he found some sacks of feed. The sacks reminded him that his potatoes were sprouting. When he started for the potato pit , he passed the woodpile and remembered that his daughter wanted wood in the house. As he picked up a few sticks , an ailing goat passed by. He dropped the wood and reached for the goat. When evening arrived , the frustrated farmer had not even gotten to the tractor, let alone the field!

How many times have you found yourself in a similar situation? You intended to do something you knew was important, but were distracted and never accomplished what you set out to do.

Or perhaps you can think of something that you have always wanted to do but can never find time for.

By the same question, are you aware of something that you do often that is a waste of time ?

If you are a normal person, you answered “Yes” to both questions and thought of something specific in each case. Isn’t it strange that we can want to do one thing for a long time and never get to it, and yet at the same time we freely admit that we are wasting time on other activities ?