Vision

The story about a tiny frog who won the race…. Life’s lesson There once was a bunch of tiny frogs,...who arranged a running competition. The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants...The race began...Honestly...No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. You heard statements such as: "Oh, WAY too difficult!! They will NEVER make it to the top." "Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!" The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one...Except for those who in a fresh tempo were climbing higher and higher...The crowd continued to yell "It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!" More tiny frogs got tired and gave up...But ONE continued higher and higher and higher... This one wouldn’t give up! At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who after a big effo...

To be a leader is not too difficult. We can develop such qualities within us and can be a leader. We need to implement ideas. We should walk on that path. Here meaning of a leader is given below. But the thing is that we are always influenced by others. We never use our mind. We are always ruled by others. We are born to be great. Think that we can do. We can make difference. We are not here in India to just follow others. We are made for miracles. We can change the world. Dare to dream. Have vision in life. Act on the way u like to live and be a leader. L = Learning E = Emotions A = Attitude D = Determination E = Enthusiasm R = Reasoning

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee; A poet could not be but gay, In such a jocund company! I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. Wordsworth