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Message From: madure |
Total Posts: 261 |
Join Date: 06/06/2006 |
| Rank: Coach |
Post Date: 08/08/2006 19:41:13 |
Points: 1355 |
Location: Sri Lanka |
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My best friend and I had spent many lazy summers talking about how we would someday own our own business. At age ten, we didn’t have a clue as to what that business would be, but we knew we would do it together. We were inseparable, even the day we went roaming in a nearby canyon.
As we hiked up through the brush, my friend’s shaggy old sheep dog wagged along behind. Without warning, the ground gave way below us and we tumbled into darkness. Somehow our fall only caused bruises and scrapes, but we now looked up to the small hole of sunlight high above, with no way out.
The only thing we could see was a beam of dusty light and the silhouette of that shaggy dog looking down and barking at us. “Go home!” shouted my friend, “Go home!” After a few whimpers, he disappeared from our view. An hour or so later, the sunlight began to fade as night fast approached.
We were getting scared and thought for sure we would be down there for the night, when we began to hear the faint barking. It was that old dog coming back. Soon the barking grew louder and we saw flashlights pierce down through the darkness. A rope was dropped down to us and we joined our rescuers on the surface.
My friend and I stayed close and reached our dream of working together. We still suffer occasional bruises and scrapes in the business world, but a picture of that old sheep dog sits on my desk to remind us that together we can succeed.
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