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Thursday, 23 April 2015
Impossible - Muhammad Ali
“Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.”
― Muhammad Ali
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Tuesday, 21 April 2015
Mistakes - Bill Gates
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Saturday, 18 April 2015
Thursday, 16 April 2015
A Better Life... by Will Smith (actor)
Saturday, 11 April 2015
The Finest Steel Come From The Hottest Furnaces
I will never forget the night in 1946 when disaster and challenge visited our home.
My brother, George, came home from football practice and collapsed with a temperature of 104 degrees. After an examination, the doctor informed us it was polio. This was before the days of Dr. Salk, and polio was well known in Webster Groves, Missouri, having killed and crippled many children and teenagers.
My brother, George, came home from football practice and collapsed with a temperature of 104 degrees. After an examination, the doctor informed us it was polio. This was before the days of Dr. Salk, and polio was well known in Webster Groves, Missouri, having killed and crippled many children and teenagers.
After the initial crisis passed, the doctor felt duty bound
to inform George of the horrible truth. “I hate to tell you this, son,” he
said, “but the polio has taken such a toll that you’ll probably never walk
again without a limp, and your left arm will be useless.”
George had always envisioned himself as a championship
wrestler for his senior year, after just missing it the season before while he
was a junior. Barely able to speak, George whispered, “Doctor…”
“Yes,” said the doctor leaning over the bed, “what is it, my
boy?”
“Go to hell,” said George in a voice filled with
determination.
You see, Mom and Dad taught us that just like you would
never let someone else come into your house with an axe and allow them to break
up your furniture, you should never let a damaging thought come into your mind
and break up your dreams.
The next day the nurse walked into George’s room to find him
lying flat on his face on the floor.
“What’s going on in here?” asked the shocked nurse.
“I’m walking,” George calmly replied.
George refused the use of any braces or even a crutch that
was given to him. Sometimes it would take him 20 minutes just to get out of the
chair, but he refused any offers of aid.
I remember seeing him lift a tennis ball with as much effort
as a healthy man would need to lift a 100-pound barbell.
I also remember seeing him, six months later, step out on
the mat as captain of the wrestling team. George’s rehabilitation from the
devastating effects of polio was written up all over the state of Missouri. No
one had ever been known to recover so quickly or so completely from this disease.
The story continues. The next year, after being named to
start for Missouri Valley College in one of the first football games to be
televised locally, George came down with mononucleosis.
It was my brother Bob who helped reinforce George’s already
strong philosophy of never giving up.
The family was sitting in George’s room at the hospital,
watching the game on TV, when Valley’s quarterback completed a 12-yard pass to
the tight end. Then the announcer said, “And George Schlatter makes the first
catch of the game.”
Shocked, we all looked at the bed to make sure George was
still there. Then we realized what had happened. Bob, who had made the starting
line-up, had worn George’s number so George could spend the afternoon hearing
himself catching six passes and making countless tackles. Later he said, “If I
can do that flat on my back with a temperature of 103 degrees, just think what
I can do when I’m up!”
As he overcame mono, he did it with the lesson Bob taught
him that day…there is always a way!
George was destined to spend the next three falls seasons in
the hospital. In 1948, it was after he stepped on a rusty nail. In 1949, it was
tonsillitis, just before he was to sing in an audition for Phil Harris, a great
orchestra leader and radio comedy icon. And in 1950, it was third-degree burns
over 40 percent of his body and collapsed lungs. After an explosion had set
George’s body on fire, my brother Alan put the flames out by throwing himself
on George. Alan had saved his brother’s life, but he received serious burns
himself.
Following each challenge, George came back stronger and
surer of his own ability to overcome any obstacle. He had read that if one
looks at the roadblocks, he isn’t looking at the goal.
Armed with these gifts, he entered the world of show
business and revolutionized television by creating and producing such
innovative shows as Laugh In and The American Comedy Awards. He also won an
Emmy for his production of Sammy Davis Jr.’s 60th Anniversary Celebration
Special.
He had literally been through the furnace and come out of it
with a soul as strong as steel, and he used it to strengthen and entertain a
nation.
Of course, the four of us didn’t always get a long, but we
were brothers through and through, and yet… out of the conflicts came new
respect and even memories about which we would later laugh.
By John Wayne “Jack” Schlatter
Friday, 10 April 2015
"You Gain Strength...." - Brian Tracy
"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, "I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along." . . . You must do the thing you think you cannot do."
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Friday, 3 April 2015
Laughter Is The Best Medicine
Many years ago, Norman Cousins was diagnosed as “terminally ill”. He was given six months to live. His chance for recovery was 1 in 500.
He could see the worry, depression and anger in his life contributed to, and perhaps helped cause, his disease. He wondered, “If illness can be caused by negativity, can wellness be created by positivity?”
He decided to make an experiment of himself. Laughter was one of the most positive activities he knew. He rented all the funny movies he could find – Keaton, Chaplin, Fields, the Marx Brothers. (This was before VCRs, so he had to rent the actual films.) He read funny stories. He asked his friends to call him whenever they said, heard or did something funny.
His pain was so great he could not sleep. Laughing for 10 solid minutes, he found, relieved the pain for several hours so he could sleep.
He fully recovered from his illness and lived another 20 happy, healthy and productive years. (His journey is detailed in his book, Anatomy of an Illness.) He credits visualization, the love of his family and friends, and laughter for his recovery.
Some people think laughter is a waste of time. It is a luxury, they say, a frivolity, something to indulge in only every so often.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Laughter is essential to our equilibrium, to our well-being, to our aliveness. If we’re not well, laughter helps us get well; if we are well, laughter helps us stay that way.
Since Cousins’ ground-breaking subjective work, scientific studies have shown that laughter has a curative effect on the body, the mind and the emotions.
So, if you like laughter, consider it sound medical advice to indulge in it as often as you can. If you don’t like laughter, then take your medicine – laugh anyway.
Use whatever makes you laugh – movies, sitcoms, Monty Python, records, books, New Yorker cartoons, jokes, friends.
Give yourself permission to laugh – long and loud and out loud – whenever anything strikes you as funny. The people around you may think you’re strange, but sooner or later they’ll join in even if they don’t know what you’re laughing about.
Some diseases may be contagious, but none is as contagious as the cure. . . laughter.
By Peter McWilliams
From “Chicken Soup for the Surviving Soul”
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