Smile, when it hurts the most .....

On the first day, as President, Abraham Lincoln entered to give his inaugural address, just in the middle, one man stood up. He was a rich aristocrat.

He said, “Mr. Lincoln, you should not forget that your father used to make shoes for my family”. And the whole senate laughed; they thought they had made a fool of Abraham Lincoln.

But Lincoln—and that type of people are made of a totally different mettle. Lincoln looked at the man, smiled and said, “Sir, I know that my father used to make shoes in your house for your family, and there will be many others here... because the way he made shoes; nobody else can. He was a creator. His shoes were not just shoes, he poured his whole soul in it. I want to ask you, have you any complaint? Because I know how to make shoes myself; if you have any complaint I can make another pair of shoes. But as far as I know, nobody has ever complained about my father’s shoes. He was genius, a great creator and I am proud of my father”.

The whole Senate was struck dumb. They could not understand what kind of a man Abraham Lincoln was. He had made the ‘Shoe Making’, an art, a creativity. And he was proud because his father did the job so well that not even a single complaint had ever been heard.

It does not matter what you do. What matters is how you do it — of our own accord, with your own vision, with your own love. Then, whatever you touch becomes gold.