Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening. For in God's Plan are many things. Team Inspirational Stories: Our job is to keep you inspired and pumped!Please enter your username or email address to reset your password. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one – no one – – ever makes it alone! Look … look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! I touch those hands and say a prayer Pablo Neruda. Still I Rise. Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. He called his powerful drawing simply “Hands,” but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love “The Praying Hands.” Rudyard Kipling. No, brother … for me it is too late.”More than 450 years have passed. The Road Not Taken. By now, Albrecht Durer’s hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer’s works. Maya Angelou. Now when I feel life s pressures are getting me down I touch those hands that I had found. I cannot go to Nuremberg. in accordance with God's Plan. Who sacrificed his talent. Langston Hughes. Albrecht’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht’s triumphant homecoming. Phenomenal Woman. Eighteen! These hands so scarred and toilworn, tell the story of a man. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, “No, brother. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. And when I feel an ailment or two Then I know what I must do. Edgar Allan Poe. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. Dreams. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Caged Bird. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother’s abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. In my prayers that I say day and night I squeeze those hands with all my might. He called his powerful drawing simply “Hands,” but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love “The Praying Hands.”The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Before each child was born, She prayed. I found a figurine of his hands And put it upon my night stand. His closing words were, “And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Sometime He asks us to give up. There were tiny flutters of a heartbeat. The Praying Hands of a Grandmother. Robert Frost. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. and be guided by His Hand -. If. If You Forget Me. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you.”All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, “No …no …no …no.”Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. man cannot understand, But we must trust God's judgement. The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder’s children had a dream. Maya Angelou. One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother’s abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. With joy, As the little fingers clasped her hand, She prayed… Annabel Lee. They would toss a coin. In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Robert Frost… Famous Poems. Maya Angelou. It is too late for me.