Confidence Level

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Confidence Level

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A

man had been on a long flight. The first warning of the approaching

problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: " Fasten your

seat belts. " Then, after a while, a calm voice said, " We shall not be

serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little

turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened. "

As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the

passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the

announcer said, " We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal

at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us. "

And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard

even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening

skies and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around

on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific

currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash. The

man confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around

him.

As he looked around the plane, he could see that nearly all the

passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed

ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the

storm. And then, he suddenly saw a girl to whom the storm meant

nothing. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat and

was reading a book. Everything within her small world was calm and

orderly.

Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she

would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world.

When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it

lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening

severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous

child was completely composed and unafraid.

The man could hardly believe his eyes. It was not surprising therefore,

that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the

passengers were hurrying to disembark, he lingered to speak to the girl

whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the

storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.

The sweet child replied:

" Sir, my Dad is the pilot and he is taking me home. "

-- With Love,Ganesh Babahttp://kriyababa.blogspot.com/To get spiritual mails//spiritual_inspiration