The only survivor of a shipwreck washed up on a small,
uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue
him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help,
but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually
managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect
him from the elements and to store his few possessions.
But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived
home to find his little hut in flames, with the smoke rolling
up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost.
He was stung with grief and anger. "God, how could you do
this to me!" he cried. Early the next day, however, he was
awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the
island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was
here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your
smoke signal," they replied.
"Never forget that blessings do come in disguise." - Unknown.
"Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every
time we fall." - Confucius.
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