Several years ago I was given the book, "Who Moved My Cheese?" by Spencer Johnson. It is a clever little book about two mice and two humans who were accustomed to going to the same place each day to find food. This went on day after day, week after week and month after month. They learned to rely and depend upon the cheese, and the set location.

The day came when they arrived to eat their cheese and it wasn't there. They returned the next day; again it wasn't there. It only took a minute for the mice to realize they needed to look elsewhere. However the little humans, Hem and Haw, continued to return, expecting the cheese to reappear. After several days they began to worry.

In life, we will inevitably have our cheese moved, perhaps through a divorce, or the loss of a spouse, a job or any other hopes and dreams. There are those of us who struggle to move on; we are mentally, emotionally, spiritually or physically stuck; we refuse or can't even fathom the idea of taking the initiative to begin searching for cheese elsewhere.

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