As she neared the table she gazed across it's surface to see one solitary cup sitting in the table's center. The closer she got, she realized that the simple white foam cup had her name on it's side. But why? "What was it filled with?" she wondered. All of a sudden the empty room filled with people who were shoving and pushing their way through the room without even taking notice to the table. With each person who entered, a cup appeared on the table, different names on each. As she moved around the table in an attempt to somehow guard the cup and it's contents, something from behind her caused her footing to slip and she fell into the table bringing it crashing to the ground.
As she pulled herself up, she looked over to see the cup... on its side... empty.
When you get knocked over in life, what spills out for all to see? What do you fill your cup with? As she pulled herself up, she looked over to see the cup... on its side... empty.
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