Why kiss a frog, when Granny told you that you’ll get warts if you do. Rather wait for a prince; there are a few around you know. Some really top-drawer ones too. I used to kiss frogs until I learned I was dependent on them for my security; my happiness. I was always disappointed in the end, because, as Granny said, I got warts. Warts of anger, jealousy, insecurity. There were quite a few others as well. At that point I learned about partnership. I used a salve called trust, respect and giving, to heal the warts of dependence. My skin cleared beautifully and guess what? Princes in their droves are queueing up at my door!I’ll never kiss a frog again.
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The butterfly greeted the caterpillar, “Come let us fly”, warily the caterpillar replied, “Alas, I cannot fly, for I am a caterpillar”. “Hast a caterpillar wings”? The butterfly mocked. ”Of a truth you are no longer a caterpillar, but rather a butterfly. Come, let us fly…”
The trip to Australia and the stringent interviewing process, which was conducted over three, sixteen hour, days was a real eye opener for the Father and ended with him and two others being thanked for their attendance and participation. The three candidates were told that they would be notified about the results of the interview within two working weeks and then they were taken to the airport.