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Making the Choice

I found this quote today.


"Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom."

Viktor Frankl


The minute I saw the name Viktor Frankl it took me back to my college philosophy class. Frankl's story is amazing. During World War II he was a prisoner in a concentration camp. He survived the concentration camp and went on to become an expert in psychology. The base of his therapy is Love. 

He believed in the power of love and choosing, yes choosing,  to react positively to life's negative moments. He chose to forgive those who made him a prisoner, and he spent his life teaching people that Love is the most powerful healing force. 

I guess I just always loved that this man was saying forgive, be kind, let love heal. The above quote just reminded me today that we do have the power to choose our response. We can let life run us over, and we can fill our heads up with negative thoughts. However, Frankl says that our freedom and growth is found when we fill our hearts. 


 

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