Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Carl Jung, unquestionably one of the greatest psychiatrists of all time wrote, "During the past thirty years, people from all the civilized countries of Europe have consulted me. I have treated many hundreds of patients. Among all my patients over the age of thirty-five, there was not one whose problems in final analysis was not that of finding a religious outlook on life. It is safe to say, then, that every one of them fell ill because they lost that which the living religions of every age had given to their followers. And I would say that not one patient in thirty years under my care was ever really healed unless he regained a healthy, religious outlook."
Sunday, February 26, 2012
President Gordon B. Hinckley: One of the great tragedies we witness almost daily is the tragedy of men of high aim and low achievement. Their motives are noble. Their proclaimed ambition is praiseworthy. Their capacity is great. But their discipline is weak. They succumb to indolence. Appetite robs them of will. Source: “And Peter Went Out and Wept Bitterly,” Ensign, May 1979, 65.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
June L. Rokoff, senior vice-president at Lotus Development Corporation, in a speech to students at Bentley College said "A couple of years ago when I was named to the position I have now, my husband David took his collection of my old business cards and had them framed." She held up the framed cards for all to see and continued, "Here it is - I keep it hanging in my office. When I look at it, I think of two people.
"One is my 10th-grade math teacher, who told me I should probably give up on math, or any career relating to math, because I was no good at geometry.
"The other is a boss I had in my second job, when I was 23 years old. He told me I'd gone about as far as I could go in the computer industry. He said I should just accept the fact that my career had 'plateaued' and quit trying to get ahead.
"So if any of you see my old math teacher or my old boss, would you let them know that today I have 1200 people working for me. And that most of them are very good in math."
"One is my 10th-grade math teacher, who told me I should probably give up on math, or any career relating to math, because I was no good at geometry.
"The other is a boss I had in my second job, when I was 23 years old. He told me I'd gone about as far as I could go in the computer industry. He said I should just accept the fact that my career had 'plateaued' and quit trying to get ahead.
"So if any of you see my old math teacher or my old boss, would you let them know that today I have 1200 people working for me. And that most of them are very good in math."
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
"When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his
rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet, at the
hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that last blow that did it,
but all that had gone before."
John H. Mennear
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