Stories of People Changing the World and Making a Difference

We all have a built in desire and drive to change the world, to make a difference to our kids, our family, our community, and our world.  If you think you can change the world, you might.  If you think you can't change the world, you won't.  Be encouraged through these stories of people changing the world.

dirty faced little blonde child

"The people who are crazy enough the change the world . . . are the ones who do."


The Old Fisherman

Our house was directly across the street from the clinic Entrance Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out patients at the clinic. One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door.

old fisherman in hat

A Lesson from Frogs

A group of frogs was traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit.  All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the unfortunate frogs they would never get out of it.

Spending Time is Precious

My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package.  "This," he said, "is not a slip.  This is lingerie."

Waiting for the Call

Back when the telegraph was the fastest method of long-distance communication, a young man applied for a job as a Morse Code operator. Answering an ad in the newspaper, he went to the office address that was listed.

My Name is Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.  I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady.

The Water Stress Test

A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, "How heavy is this glass of water?

Mysterious Ways

It was an unusually cold day for the month of May. Spring had arrived and everything was alive with color. But a cold front from the North had brought winter's chill back to Indiana. I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the towns-square.

The Mule in the Well

A parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer's well. The farmer heard the mule 'braying' - or - whatever mules do when they fall into wells.

The New School Prayer

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.

All the Good Things

He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary’s School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly.

Who Am I?

I was born in 1725, and I died 1807.  The only godly influence in my life, as far back as I can remember, was my mother, whom I had for only seven years.

One Solitary Life

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in still another village, where he worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty. Then for three years he was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office.

The Lesson to be LearnedRed brick building

There was a boy by the name of Steve who was attending Seminary in Utah. In this Seminary classes are held during school hours. Brother Christianson taught Seminary at this particular school. He had an open-door policy and would take in any student that had been thrown out of other classes.



Interview with God

"Come in," God said. "So, you would like to interview Me?"  "If you have the time," I said.  God smiled and said: "My time is eternity and is enough to do everything; what questions do you have?

The Rat Trap

A rat looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife opening a package. What food might it contain? He was aghast to discover a trap!

"The Sneeze"

They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-three students filing into the already crowded auditorium. With rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt. Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles.

Operator:  Information Please.

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination.

The Battle of Two Wolves

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that was going on inside himself.  He said, "My son, it is between 2 wolves.

The Beatitudes of marriage

Blessed are the husband and wife who continue to be affectionate, considerate, and loving after the wedding bells have ceased ringing.


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