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Hard Work (Chase Miller - New Orleans, LA)

 

Let's meet Bob. Bob is a clean Christian man. He wears a nice shirt, tie, and slacks every day. He has a nice, clean bright attitude about the world. Bob is very polite and is a man that wears his heart on his sleeve. The man does not smoke, nor drink, nor take drugs. Bob is a very keen rule follower as well. If someone told him that he was required to wake up early and shine his shoes everyday, he would most likely wake up at precisely 5:00 a.m. on the dot, and then shine his shoes to a brilliant glimmer.

Now, our friend Bob here sounds like a nice man. Clean cut, honest, and friendly. But here's the problem.

Bob has no job, no education, and still lives with his parents. Why is this, you might find yourself asking?

Because Bob believes in the power of prayer. Now, you may found yourself asking why the heck am I dogging the fact that Bob prays. But, the fact that he prays is not the issue.

The truth of the matter is that, Bob only prays. And what does he ask God for? 

Crap. Legitimate, concrete crap. Like money, or the newest iPhone, or the latest season of Glee on DvD. Maybe something else. I did not say he was gay.

Bob thinks that the only way he will receive something is through prayer. And while his parents may provide that for him, I am positive that they are tired of doing it. Besides, I'd think his parents would want to have the nest to themselves. Who knows what parents do when their children leave home indefinitely? I don't want to think about.

There is a solution to good ol' Bob's dilemma, he needs to know how to pray. When one asks for something from the powers that be, he or she should not expect for those things to magically appear. One should ask for the strength, or courage, or determination, or whatever positive trait that will help them achieve their goals and desires. But, that isn't suddenly given to them either. This isn't some "potion of positivity," now. When one asks for one of these traits, they should expect a situation or event that will teach them whatever it is that they want to have. Your personality doesn't come from wishing. It comes from experience.

Now if you do not believe in prayer, but constantly wish for things and complain for something better when you do not do anything about it, walk over to a mirror, look at your butt, and tell yourself that you are acting like it. 

No one achieves anything by doing nothing.

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