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Hello {fname},
Once there was a chicken farmer who had a barnyard of white leghorn chickens. Hard times befell the farmer, and the chicken business wasn't doing too well. A friend of the farmer came to him one day and said, "I have an idea how you make yourself some extra money."
Of course, the farmer was all ears. The friend went on to say, "Up there in the mountains I spied an eagle last week. Now, if you set a trap for her and capture her, you can bring her down, show her off, and charge admission to see her."
The farmer thought that was a good idea. So he built a big trap, went up in the mountain, and finally caught the eagle. He brought her down and tried to transfer her from the trap to a big viewing cage he had built. But the eagle was too used to freedom, so she bit him, she clawed him, she fought him every time he tried to get near the trap. The farmer became so angry he killed the poor eagle who only wanted her freedom.
The friend came again, saw what had happened, and said, "Look, brother farmer. I believe that eagle laid a couple of eggs. Go get those eggs of hers, bring them down, and put them under one of your setting hens. Then, when the eggs hatch, those little eaglets won't know who they are. They will think they are chickens, so they won't fight back and bite you. They won't claw you. They will be peaceful and calm because they won't know who they are. Then you can show them off in that big viewing cage, charge admission to see them, and make yourself a whole lot of money."
The farmer got the eagle eggs and put them under one of his setting hens. In time, one of the eggs hatched, and a little eaglet came out. He didn't know who he was. He thought he was a chicken. The farmer was happy. When he went near the little eaglet, the eaglet got frightened and ran away as fast as his little legs would carry him. The farmer called him Tom.
Tom ran around with the chickens and was very happy until one day he saw himself in the stream of water that ran through the barnyard. He saw he was not white like the chickens. He saw the feathers on his head did not lie down slick like the feathers on chicken's heads. He became so ashamed of his color and his head feathers, he took some cream and rubbed it over his feathers to lighten them up. Then he put some on his head feathers to make them lie down. Now Tom felt happy that he was beginning to look more like a chicken.
By and by the other egg hatched. Now this eagle stood his ground when the farmer stamped his foot. The farmer called him Turk. The other eagle, Tom, began coming over to give advice to Turk. "Here's some cream to put on those feathers so you can lighten them like mine and the rest of our brother chickens. Then do something about that head. You really need to do something!"
When Turk refused and shied away, Tom whipped out a silk cloth. "Well, at least put this silk rag on your head to do something to those feathers up there."
But Turk said, "I kinda like my color and my head the way they are, thank you."
Tom turned away in disgust, and happily joined the other chickens in play, leaving poor Turk all by himself.
The only joy for poor, little, lonely Turk, was in looking up at the sky for long periods of time, because somehow he felt that was where he belonged.
One morning while he was looking up in the sky, a speck appeared. The speck got larger and larger until it became the largest bird he had ever seen. You and I know it must have been an eagle...Well the eagle saw little Turk on the ground and came in on a branch overhanging the barnyard. The eagle looked down at Turk and said,, "What are you doing there with those chickens?"
"Why, I am a chicken," replied Turk.
The old eagle laughed, and said, "You're no chicken."
"Then what am I?" asked Turk.
"You are an eagle."
"An eagle?" asked Turk. "What's an eagle?"
"An eagle," bellowed the old eagle, "is the ruler of the skies. Spread your wings and come up here on the branch so I can tell you who you are."
But poor little Turk, with tears in his eyes, said, "I can't. You know chickens can't fly that high."
The old eagle became very angry at Turk. "I told you that you aren't a chicken. You're an eagle. Now spread those wings."
Turk spread his wings out, as far as he could spread them.
"Now flap them," said the old eagle.
Turk began flapping them, faster and faster, and to his surprise he rose higher and higher - higher than he had ever risen in his life - and came in on the branch beside the old eagle.
"Now settle down," said the old eagle, "and I will tell you who you are. I will tell you your history. Your father, as all eagles are, was king of the skies. No bird was as strong. No bird could fly as high or as far as your father without rest. And your mother, as queen of the skies, ruled the skies alongside your father. And you are their son."
"But, but, but what about my color?" asked Turk. "You see, the chickens are white, and I am deep brown."
"Don't you know what that color represents?" asked the old eagle, "It represents royalty.
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"That's heavy," cried Turk. "But what about the way the feathers are on my head?"
"That's your crown. I told you, you are a king."
"That's deep," said the young eagle. "Let's tell Tom." Spying Tom on the ground with the chickens, Turk called down, "Tom, Tom! This eagle up here is telling us about our history. It's so beautiful." But Tom shouted back, "I don't want to learn anything about our history, I'm too busy getting these crumbs off the ground. Anyway, you better come down out of that tree before you get us all in trouble."
The old eagle shook his head sadly. "Come, let us fly away to our destiny."
They took off. Pretty soon they flew over a deep valley. The young eagle was frightened. "We'll fall."
But the old eagle smiled and said,"Don't be afraid. You won't fall. This is the Valley of Oppression. You will fly safely over the valley because you have the strength of kings in your wings. Fly on!" And they flew safely over the valley.
They came to a big desert. Again, the young eagle was afraid. "I don't see any trees on which to rest." But the old eagle said, "This is the Desert of Mediocrity - the Desert of Don't Care - the Desert of Only a C Average. But you don't need to rest. You will fly safely over the desert because you have the strength of queens in your wings. Fly on!" And they flew safely over the Desert of Mediocrity.
But straight in front of them loomed a high mountain. Young Turk then asked, "Will we crash into the mountain?"
The old eagle smiled. "No we won't crash. This is the Mountain of Injustice that we will fly safely over because we have the strength of the ancestors in our wings. Fly on!"
And both eagles, young and old, flew over the mountain.
Part 2 ...
Once on the other side of the Mountain of Injustice, they found a very old and tall tree to sit on. Still a bit overwhelmed by his journey, Turk wanted to ask so many questions. He was almost dizzy. He wasn't quite sure if it was from the heights he had just flown or from the thoughts racing through his young mind. It was a lot for him to grasp all in one day, so he slept.
The next morning when he awoke he wasn't quite sure at first, if it had all been just a dream. Did he really leave the barnyard and his brother, Tom? Was he ever going to see any of them again? How would he fend for himself? What will he do now with this new found freedom?
As if on cue, the elder Eagle slowly descended down from above. High in the cloud he appeared, swooped out of sight for a moment and then swiftly landed nearby.
"Come and eat", he said to Turk, who hadn't ever eaten anything on his own. He was always fed by the farmer or the farmer's wife.
"What is it?", Turk said as he looked at this freshly caught fish. "Its food", said the Eagle. "You don't know how to fish either?". "No, I never had to", said the young and now intimidated young Eagle. The elder Eagle just laugh a little as he ate. "There is so much for you to remember", he said.
"Remember? I never, ever knew how to fish before ... really", said Turk.
The elder Eagle stopped ... looked him square in his eyes and said, "YOU are an EAGLE!". "Once an Eagle, always an Eagle ... so remember THAT!"
Turk, took part in his first meal in his new environment. As he ate, he noticed that he really liked it. He was amazed that he even knew how to pick the bones and not let them get caught in his throat. He was good at eating fish, he thought to himself. He could really get use to this and in a hurry!
After their meal, the elder Eagle took off ... without a word.
"Where are you going?" Turk cried out. "Don't leave me alone. I don't know what to do or where to go."
In the distance, he could faintly hear as a whisper ...."Remember, who you are."
Days and nights passed and Turk left alone with only a small portion of the left over fish was somewhat frightened. He didn't know where to turn.
So, he spent his mornings flying around in hopes of seeing his friend, the elder Eagle.
In his search, he noticed that his vision was sharp. He could see very long distances. This amazed him. On the farm, he didn't have to look very far for anything. He was on the ground and everything was close by or near him. Everything, he thought, but his freedom.
As he flew, he also began to recognize that his wings were strong and could capture the air currents allowing him to glide effortlessly through the air. He thought to himself, this is a whole lot easier than walking like the chickens do.
As night approached, he would somehow know exactly where to perch and rest himself. His fear of being alone left after just a few short days and he was now ready to go fishing for himself. After all, he was tired of eating leftovers.
At morning, he found himself flying over a beautiful river. There were lots of fish there, but he wasn't quite sure how to approach getting to them. He didn't think that he could swim like they could, but he was getting hungry. After a while, as he watched the fish swimming and jumping playfully up and down in the water. He couldn't help himself. Something came over him. He thought again, "are they taunting me".... "You can't catch me. You can't catch me." He could swear he was hearing them say, "Nah, Nah, Na-Nah, you can't catch me." He felt he had to do something about that quick, fast and in a hurry!
Was his mind playing tricks on him? Could he really catch a fish on his own? Well, the only way to know for sure was to try. And so he took off, rose high in the sky and then suddenly turned in mid air and made a swooping dive straight toward the water.
As he approached he couldn't see any fish and so he turned upward again just before hitting the water. Again and again he made his diving approach. Each time getting better and better at spotting a potential catch. He worked on his timing and then, as if he had been doing this all his life, he dove in and caught the biggest fish he had spotted all morning.
Upward he flew, high in the sky. The fish firmly in his claws grasp. He wasn't going to drop this big ole thing. He then landed on a high ledge along side, what he now called, "Freedom Mountain". Mission accomplished.
Turk ate alone and he ate good! He enjoyed his catch, but he was somewhat saddened that he couldn't share it with the elder Eagle who helped him to freedom, or even with Tom.... Poor old Tom, stuck on the farm with the chickens. They had the same opportunity, but he was now here and Tom was left there.
As be pondered, a great big shadow covered him from above. It was his friend the elder Eagle. Turk said, "I did it! I caught my first big fish, come and dine with me."
The elder Eagle just looked down and nodded approvingly ... "Good, that what Eagles do, he said." And then again, took off into the blinding rays of the sun. Turk tried to see where he was going, but he flew too high and the sunlight was in Turks young eyes. Before he knew it, the elder Eagle was out of sight again.
Turk rested. Weary from a full day of new adventures and slept that night looking forward to "remembering" all that Eagles do. "I am an Eagle", he thought for the first time to himself, "I am an Eagle".
Part 1 - copyright (c) Center For Violence Interruption
Part 2 - copyright (c) 2005, 2009 - Lee Green, NBBTA, Inc.
Now {fname}, what's the message here?
For me it says that you can rise WELL above whatever level you're at if you allow yourself. In fact you CAN rise to a completely new dimension if you allow yourself.
It also means that you need a good guide, who has earned to the right, to give you re-assurance when needed.
It also means that you should NOT rely on your guide for everything at ALL times. You have to have the fortitude to go it alone - as in this way true self-confidence develops, even if you make mistakes along the way.
It also means that YOU have to take the initiative - to go catch that fish ...
It also means that when YOU mentor then you need to be around to help when help is called for.
It also means that as mentor you may need to invoke some "tough love" so that your fledgling eagle doesn't revert back to being a chicken again, like Tom. This may mean disagreeing (in an agreeable manner) so that the normal excuses for reverting to mediocrity are nipped in the bud, killed off, and buried, forever.
You may read much more into this story. I hope you do.
THEN - I just may be able to help you excel in this wonderful business, EZ Wealth Solution.
It takes two to tango, as they say ... the question is, are you prepared to be like Turk? If so, I am here to help you in every way I can.
It's up to you ... (and me, when you take the initiative ...)
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