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The following is a poem by Myra Brooks Welch which was circulated for years, often as an anonymous work. It has seen its way onto plaques and trinkets, quoted in sermons and even recorded (by Wayne Watson, others). Perhaps that's because for decades this simple story has touched people with its simple truth. Though you may have heard or read this before, experience it today anew with a fresh understanding. Here is "The Touch of the Master's Hand":

'Twas battered and scarred and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good folk?" he cried.
"Who'll start the bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar ... now two ... only two ...
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?

"Three dollars once, three dollars twice,
Going for three" ... but no!
From the room far back a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow.

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"Punk Rock Your Life: The Simple Six-Letter Word That Determines Success" [by Brian Clark / Leo Babauta from zenhabits.net]

It's June of 1976 in Manchester, England, and a small group of people gather in a tiny venue called the Lesser Free Trade Hall to see a band play. There's nothing really remarkable about this group of 42 people, and that evening's featured musicians are unknown at the time.

The band calls themselves the Sex Pistols.

As I mentioned, there were no famous people in the crowd at this show, or at the follow-up show that happened about a month later. The Sex Pistols had not yet caused an uproar throughout Britain with songs like Anarchy in the UK and God Save the Queen, and it was well before they invaded the US in 1978.

Attendees ranged from the local mailman to a few rebellious school children. But a handful of others in that small audience became some of the most influential people in independent and now mainstream music.

Click below to read more and see how this story can encourage success and growth in life...