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YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT’S A REFLECTION OF YOU!

A son and his father were walking in the mountains.
Suddenly, his son fell, hurt himself and screamed: “AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
To his surprise, he heard the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: “AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Curious, he yelled: “Who are you?” He received the answer: “Who are you?”
Angered at the response, he screamed: “Coward!” He received the answer: “Coward!”
He looked to his father and asked: “What’s going on?”
The father smiled and says: “My son, pay attention.”
And then he screamed to the mountain: “I admire you!” The voice answered: “I admire you!”
Again the father screamed: “You are a champion!” The voice answered: “You are a champion!”
The boy was surprised and confused.
Then the father explained: “People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.
“It gives you back everything you say or do.Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart. If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence. This applies to everything, in all aspects of life; Life will give you back everything you have given to it.”
YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT’S A REFLECTION OF YOU!

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