“When You Say Nothing At All”

It’s amazing how you
Can speak right to my heart.
Without saying a word
You can light up the dark.

Try as I may, I could never explain
What I hear when you don’t say a thing.

[Chorus:]
The smile on your face
Lets me know that you need me.
There’s a truth in your eyes
Saying you’ll never leave me.
[Album version:] The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me wherever I fall.
[Live version:] The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me whenever I fall.
You say it best when you say nothing at all.

All day long I can hear
People talking out loud (oooh).
But when you hold me near (you hold me near)
You drown out the crowd (the crowd, the crowd).

Try as they may, they can never define
What’s been said between your heart and mine.

RONAN KEATING

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AB De Villiers.

Most of us know him as a cricketer from South Africa and playing for Royal Challengers Bangalore in IPL.
Now know some thing more about him:-

1. He played as goal keeper for Jr national hockey squad.

2. He was shortlisted for Jr national football squad.

3. Captain of South Africa Jr rugby.

4. Holds six south africa school swimming records.

5. The fastest 100mtr time in South Africa junior athletics.
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6 . A member of South Africa Jr Davis Cup tennis team.

7. National Badminton U-19 champion.

8. Has won U-19 golf tournament.

9. Founder member and chief donor for underprivileged children and cancer hospital in Capetown.

10. Has adopted an entire village in a remote area of Zimbabwe and funds the entire village development..

He received a national medal from Late Mandela …award for a Biochem Science project…!!

World records ….31 balls 100 runs – 16 balls 50

Amazing achievements for any human being, one more about ABD … he has recorded a bilingual pop music record too…

So….ABCDE!! AB Can Do Everything!!!

 

http://www.scoopwhoop.com/AB-de-Villiers-Singing-When-You-Say-Nothing-At-All

The Key To Life

 

Education

the light of our life

A gift of academic rife

Education

the key to a bright and rewarding future

A glue that joins our dreams like a suture

Education

A path to divine success

A smooth drive to our greatness

Education

gives our thinking a different appearance

And helps drive away all our ignorance

Education

It leads us to the path of prosperity

And gives our tomorrow a sounding security

Education

the process of teaching and learning

Which will help us in our future earning

Education

shaping our true character is the motto

Leading to a successful life it is the major factor

Education

The progressive discovery of our true self

And exploitation of the potentials of oneself

Education

a better safeguard of liberty than a standing army

A life boat that see us through our days of stormy

Education

A torch of academic brilliance

And backbone of inner resilience

Education

the key to unlock the golden door of freedom

And stage our rise to stardom

Education

A life sustaining material

Without it we can’t lead a life which is congenial

Education

not all about bookish knowledge

But it is also about practical knowledge

Education

makes a person stand up on his on toes

And helps a person to fight with all his foes

Education

A fundamental foundation

For any country state or nation

Education

A thick line between right and wrong

A ladder that takes us to the height where we belong

Education

Mother of all profession

That helps acquires all our possession

Education Is our right

For in it our future is bright.

Stanley Oguh

Find a Better Way

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“Find A Better Way” — University of Illinois Commencement speech — May 14, 2016: Jeff Huber

I was honored to be asked to speak at my alma mater, the University of Illinois. My message for this year’s graduates? Find a better way.

University of Illinois Commencement — May 14, 2016

Chancellor Wilson, President Killeen, faculty, and distinguished guests: it’s an honor to be back here at the University of Illinois.

Class of 2016, I’m here to congratulate you, but I’m also here to thank you.

For many of you, this is your first college graduation ceremony. Well, this is also my first college graduation ceremony. See, I didn’t come to this event when I graduated in 1989. I had excuses. I had a new job. I was eager to get on with life.

I don’t have many regrets, but 27 years later, that’s one of the decisions I do regret, because I didn’t get to share this day with the people who loved me and supported me.

That might also explain why I have 15 members of my family here today. And why my 90-year-old father in Dubuque, Iowa is watching on the livestream right now.

That’s a life lesson that took me a while to learn: it’s important to reflect and celebrate, and to be grateful for those who bring learning and love into your life.

In fact, how about we all show our appreciation for the people who helped you get here: your families, friends, mentors, and loved ones. Graduates, please stand up, let’s hear it for them!

Today, I’d like to share three pivotal chapters from my life.

The experiences themselves may not be universal, but the lessons of failure and resilience, of passion and purpose, and of loss and renewal may be. And they’re united by an overarching belief, one that I hope I can convince you to share.

The belief is this: there has to be a better way.

The first chapter opens in Menominee, Illinois; population 248. Downtown Menominee has a church, a firehouse, a four-room schoolhouse, and of course, a tavern.

I grew up on a small dairy farm, the youngest of five. The farm was a great place to grow up, although it wasn’t without its, ahem, character building moments.

A key feature of the dairy farm is the cow yard. A key feature of the cow yard is, of course, cow manure. Lots and lots of it. When you add in spring rains, it’s a thick soup. One particularly soggy day when I was about 12 years old, my job was to walk out through the cow yard to open the pasture gate for our cows.

Every step I took I sank in deeper and deeper, until I was finally near the middle and completely stuck. Up to the top of my boots. Cow poop threatening to seep over the top. Not quite able to get them out. I yelled for help, but no one could hear me except the cows. And they didn’t really seem interested.

I started to panic a little, but then a remarkable calm came over me. It was very Zen. I saw my future: it was filled with cow manure.

Don’t get me wrong. Farming is a worthy and noble way of life, if you’re passionate about it. But it was in that moment I knew I would need to find my purpose elsewhere.

For me, there had to be a better way to find fulfillment and a different future, and that meant going to college. My parents believed in education, but they could only afford to pay for the first year of college. After that, it was up to me.

At the time, I had an uncle and a much-older brother who were both working in accounting jobs in “the big city,” Chicago. I thought their work with then-cutting-edge computer programs was impossibly cool, so I started lobbying my parents for a computer.

An Apple II at the time was about $3,500 — about the equivalent of one year’s earnings on the farm. But my mother used her inheritance from my godfather, all of it, and bought me that computer.

Being a precocious kid, I wasn’t happy enough to just use it. I had to take it apart, and “soup it up.” My parents were horrified. For me, the problem wasn’t putting it back together; it was that I needed storage. I needed floppy disks, lots of them.

Floppy disks were the thumb drives of the 1980s, except it would take over 7,000 floppy disks, or a stack 50 feet high, and cost $35,000, to equal the storage in a one gigabyte thumb drive you buy for 3 bucks today, and easily fits in your pocket. Technology is really damn cool.

But, the nearest computer dealer was 15 miles away, and a box of disks cost about 10 weeks’ worth of my allowance for doing farm chores.

There had to be a better way.

So my brother helped me find a distributor in Chicago where I could buy them at wholesale for myself. Then I took out ads in some very geeky computer magazines, “Byte” and “Nibble” magazines, to sell to others.

I was a budding 14-year-old entrepreneur. I added other computer products over time and taught myself how to code. I bootstrapped the business out of my farmhouse bedroom into one of the first mail-order computer product companies in the country.

And that’s how I invented Amazon.com.

OK, I’m kidding. That’s a different Jeff, who’s now an investor in my new company, but we’ll get to that in the 3rd chapter.

That business, born out of both desire and need — a better way — got me to, and through, University of Illinois. That excitement about what technology could make possible shaped the rest of my life and career.

Which brings me to the second chapter, which includes something I’ve never told anyone, except my wife, Laura.

It starts in 2002. I was working at eBay, drawn in by founder Pierre Omidyar’s deep belief that he, too, had found a better way: a way to use technology to level the playing field so that the little guys could compete with big companies in online commerce, a way for a mom-and-pop shop to be open 24/7, 365 days a year.

I was a technologist who was passionate about innovation through technology, but eBay then was increasingly focused on marketing. I wanted to keep the playing field level. The marketers then wanted to charge more for an ad with blinking text. I overstate a bit, but basically it was the plot of the HBO show ‘Silicon Valley’ from a few weeks ago.

I felt the dissonance pretty acutely, and I guess it showed, because — and this is the part I’ve never told to anyone, except Laura — I was fired.

I thought I was going through the motions pretty convincingly, but I was still going through the motions. My heart wasn’t in it, and it showed. If you’re not passionate about what you’re doing, then there has to be a better way.

Still, getting fired was a shock and incredibly humbling. I was devastated at the time, but it turned out to be the best thing that could have happened. That failure led me, forced me, to find a better way.

The way for me was Google, where I “found my tribe,” where the people I worked with believed in innovation through technology as much as I did.

At eBay, I had a fancy title and a big team, but my new boss at Google felt strongly that you really have to earn leadership. In his words: “Go in, work with the team. Show them what you can do. Show them how you are going to help them win. Be a leader.”

He was right: it’s vitally important to put your head down and do the work and earn it. So I did. I took a title cut and a pay cut, launched a career at Google in 2003, and got to work with some of the best people in the world and build the amazing things that Chancellor Wilson mentioned: Google Ads, Google Apps, Google Maps, and Google[x]. I found a better way for myself, for my career, and maybe for the world.

Now we’re at the third and last chapter in this story. It’s the most important one, and a difficult one for me to tell.

It starts two decades ago, when I was asked by my then-employer to investigate an online dating service as a potential partner. It was called Match.com. I created a profile out of purely professional interest, of course.

It was 1996, so there weren’t mobile phones with cameras, or really digital photos at all. The service was kind of like Tinder or Hinge, but, you know, without pictures or phones or swiping. It was text-only; old school.

The first profile that caught my eye was of a woman named Laura. She was a designer and art director for magazines and was an expressive and gifted writer. I thought she seemed smart and super cool. On our first date, I went to her house to pick her up and was greeted by a beautiful, athletic, artistic hippie chick wearing a radiant smile, a long flowing dress, and cowboy boots.

I fell in love with Laura at the door. In that instant, she became a part of me.

We built an amazing life together over the next 20 years. We have two beautiful children, and hopefully future Illini, who are here today. They will come to believe, as we all do, that Orange and Blue actually really look good together!

Laura became my partner in everything, and inspired me through her deep caring, kindness, willpower, and boundless positive energy to be a better person, a better husband, father, and human.

But then one day, Laura told me she felt tired, which was unusual. She had always been super fit and high-energy.

We saw doctors, but none of the explanations seemed right.

Two years, one month, and one day ago we found the answer: a small tumor in her colon. It was cancer.

Still, that’s treatable. Pretty straightforward surgery and good outcomes if you catch it early.

But before the surgery, the doctors did a CT scan. When we looked at the results, it just lit up. We saw that the cancer wasn’t just one small tumor. It had spread to her liver, her abdomen, her chest, and through her lymph system up to her neck. It was stage four cancer.

Laura fought. God did she fight.

And we fought alongside her. She had maybe the best team of cancer doctors ever assembled fighting for her.

She took her art supplies to chemotherapy sessions in her “Kicking Cancer’s Ass” tote bag.

When she couldn’t move her legs to roll over or get out of bed, she asked me to order some hand weights for next-day-delivery so she could rebuild her muscles and be strong again.

She never, never, never gave up. Even at the very end.

She passed away 6 months ago this week.

And that is why I told you earlier: be grateful for those who bring love into your life. Because I didn’t have her for long enough. Our kids didn’t have her for long enough. The world didn’t have her for long enough. But I am so very grateful we had Laura.

I miss her every day. And every day, her bright spirit, determination and character inspire me.

It fuels my conviction that there has to be a better way for us, as a country and a world, to fight cancer.

At Google[x], I had begun studying the intersection of life science and computer science, focusing on how digitizing biology, big data, and machine learning could accelerate our understanding of complex biology.

Losing Laura made me determined to understand one of the most complex processes — the biology of cancer — and how it can be stopped.

When cancer is caught early, at stage one or stage two, it has 80 to 90 percent positive outcomes, where lives are saved, even with the limited treatments available today.

When cancer is discovered later, at stage three or stage four, when it’s spread and has become more complex (like Laura’s was), and which happens in over half the cases that are diagnosed, the outcomes are the exact reverse — 80 to 90 percent negative outcomes, where lives are lost.

Currently we spend billions of dollars treating late-stage cancer when it’s often futile. Instead, we have to detect it early, when it can be cured.

Laura’s cancer is just one story out of millions. There are eight million cancer deaths, every year.

And it all starts when one cell out of the 37 trillion-or-so cells in your body divides, and does it wrong. Those mutated cells shed DNA and RNA into the bloodstream as they multiply. If we can detect that early signal, we can catch cancer much earlier.

That’s what my new company, GRAIL, is working to do. Our mission is to “detect cancer early, when it can be cured”. That’s what I am working to do.

I believe it’s within our reach. I believe in that better way.

So, what does this all mean for you?

When Laura died, lots of very well-intentioned people told me that “everything happens for a reason.”

I am a spiritual person. I grew up in a religious family. And so this isn’t a commentary on faith, but I reject that.

Things don’t “happen for a reason.” But you can find purpose and meaning in things that do happen.

Things don’t happen for a reason. But how you respond can reveal your true character.

Things don’t happen for a reason. But they do often happen because nobody has yet found a better way.

That’s my message to all of you: Find a better way.

College of Agricultural, Consumer and Environmental Sciences graduates: Today, nearly 800 million people in the world don’t have enough food. You can find a better way to feed the world.

College of Engineering graduates: More than one billion people today live without access to energy. You can find a better, cleaner way to quite literally empower people.

College of Education graduates: Eight out of ten low-income students can’t read at grade level. You can find a better way to give everyone a fair chance.

College of Applied Health Sciences graduates: Millions of veterans have returned home with injuries that will last a lifetime. You can find a better way to serve those who served us.

College of Liberal Arts & Sciences graduates: From History and Anthropology to Biology and of course, Computer Science, you can find a better way to learn from our past and innovate for our future.

And, specifically, Political Science graduates: Please, please find a better way to make our Democracy work! Seriously, people! I don’t want to have to move to Canada!

From Law, to Labor Relations, to Media, to Journalism, to Social Work, to Business — there are so many areas crying out for a better way.

And so my final thought for you is this:

Even when you feel like you’re stuck in the mud (or cow manure) and there isn’t a path forward…

Even when you feel like you’ve failed and are humbled…

Even when you’re at your darkest hour, and you’ve lost a part of yourself…

There is still hope. There is always hope.

You can find purpose and meaning from those experiences. There is a better way.

You have the passion. You have the tools. You have the skills. Use them.

For your own fulfillment, and for the betterment of our world. Use them.

And find a better way.

Thank you.

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Sheryl Sandberg’s 2016 Commencement Address at University of California, Berkeley

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Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg gave an powerful speech at UC Berkeley’s commencement on Saturday about resilience and loss.

The speech addressed how Sandberg coped after her husband Dave Goldberg died unexpectedly in Mexico during a trip on May 1, 2015.

“I have never spoken publicly about this before. It’s hard,” Sandberg said.

Sandberg explains that although it might be counterintuitive to think about how things could be even worse than they appear at the moment, often appreciating just how many things are going right can be helpful for mourning and healing.

“As a representative of Silicon Valley, I’m pleased to tell you there is data to learn from. After spending decades studying how people deal with setbacks, psychologist Martin Seligman found that there are three Ps-personalization, pervasiveness, and permanence-that are critical to how we bounce back from hardship,” Sandberg said. She became visibly emotional several times during her speech.

“Finding gratitude and appreciation is key to resilience. People who take the time to list things they are grateful for are happier and healthier. It turns out that counting your blessings can actually increase your blessings. My New Year’s resolution this year is to write down three moments of joy before I go to bed each night,” Sandberg said.

She also says that her work at Facebook helped distract her from her grief and encouraged the new graduates to “live as if you had eleven days left.”

“I remember sitting in my first Facebook meeting in a deep, deep haze. All I could think was, what is everyone talking about and how could this possibly matter? But then I got drawn into the discussion and for a second-a brief split second-I forgot about death. That brief second helped me see that there were other things in my life that were not awful,” Sandberg said.

Bloomberg reports that her speech may form the basis of a book. In 2013, she published bestseller Lean In, which she referenced during her speech. “My rabbi told me that time would heal but for now I should ‘lean in to the suck.’ It was good advice, but not really what I meant by ‘lean in,'” Sandberg joked.

Sandberg’s second book is expected to be about resilience, which she urged the graduates in the audience to cultivate.

“Build resilience in yourselves. When tragedy or disappointment strike, know that you have the ability to get through absolutely anything. I promise you do. As the saying goes, we are more vulnerable than we ever thought, but we are stronger than we ever imagined,” Sandberg said.

Here is video of her speech. She takes the podium about two minutes in:

Here is a transcript of her prepared remarks:

Thank you, Marie. And thank you esteemed members of the faculty, proud parents, devoted friends, squirming siblings.

Congratulations to all of you…and especially to the magnificent Berkeley graduating class of 2016!

It is a privilege to be here at Berkeley, which has produced so many Nobel Prize winners, Turing Award winners, astronauts, members of Congress, Olympic gold medalists…. and that’s just the women!

Berkeley has always been ahead of the times. In the 1960s, you led the Free Speech Movement. Back in those days, people used to say that with all the long hair, how do we even tell the boys from the girls? We now know the answer: manbuns.

Early on, Berkeley opened its doors to the entire population. When this campus opened in 1873, the class included 167 men and 222 women. It took my alma mater another ninety years to award a single degree to a single woman.

One of the women who came here in search of opportunity was Rosalind Nuss. Roz grew up scrubbing floors in the Brooklyn boardinghouse where she lived. She was pulled out of high school by her parents to help support their family. One of her teachers insisted that her parents put her back into school-and in 1937, she sat where you are sitting today and received a Berkeley degree. Roz was my grandmother. She was a huge inspiration to me and I’m so grateful that Berkeley recognized her potential. I want to take a moment to offer a special congratulations to the many here today who are the first generation in their families to graduate from college. What a remarkable achievement.

Today is a day of celebration. A day to celebrate all the hard work that got you to this moment.

Today is a day of thanks. A day to thank those who helped you get here-nurtured you, taught you, cheered you on, and dried your tears. Or at least the ones who didn’t draw on you with a Sharpie when you fell asleep at a party.

Today is a day of reflection. Because today marks the end of one era of your life and the beginning of something new.

A commencement address is meant to be a dance between youth and wisdom. You have the youth. Someone comes in to be the voice of wisdom-that’s supposed to be me. I stand up here and tell you all the things I have learned in life, you throw your cap in the air, you let your family take a million photos -don’t forget to post them on Instagram -and everyone goes home happy.

Today will be a bit different. We will still do the caps and you still have to do the photos. But I am not here to tell you all the things I’ve learned in life. Today I will try to tell you what I learned in death.

I have never spoken publicly about this before. It’s hard. But I will do my very best not to blow my nose on this beautiful Berkeley robe.

One year and thirteen days ago, I lost my husband, Dave. His death was sudden and unexpected. We were at a friend’s fiftieth birthday party in Mexico. I took a nap. Dave went to work out. What followed was the unthinkable-walking into a gym to find him lying on the floor. Flying home to tell my children that their father was gone. Watching his casket being lowered into the ground.

For many months afterward, and at many times since, I was swallowed up in the deep fog of grief-what I think of as the void-an emptiness that fills your heart, your lungs, constricts your ability to think or even to breathe.

Dave’s death changed me in very profound ways. I learned about the depths of sadness and the brutality of loss. But I also learned that when life sucks you under, you can kick against the bottom, break the surface, and breathe again. I learned that in the face of the void-or in the face of any challenge-you can choose joy and meaning.

I’m sharing this with you in the hopes that today, as you take the next step in your life, you can learn the lessons that I only learned in death. Lessons about hope, strength, and the light within us that will not be extinguished.

Everyone who has made it through Cal has already experienced some disappointment. You wanted an A but you got a B. OK, let’s be honest-you got an A- but you’re still mad. You applied for an internship at Facebook, but you only got one from Google. She was the love of your life… but then she swiped left.
Game of Thrones the show has diverged way too much from the books-and you bothered to read all four thousand three hundred and fifty-two pages.

You will almost certainly face more and deeper adversity. There’s loss of opportunity: the job that doesn’t work out, the illness or accident that changes everything in an instant. There’s loss of dignity: the sharp sting of prejudice when it happens. There’s loss of love: the broken relationships that can’t be fixed. And sometimes there’s loss of life itself.

Some of you have already experienced the kind of tragedy and hardship that leave an indelible mark. Last year, Radhika, the winner of the University Medal, spoke so beautifully about the sudden loss of her mother.

The question is not if some of these things will happen to you. They will. Today I want to talk about what happens next. About the things you can do to overcome adversity, no matter what form it takes or when it hits you. The easy days ahead of you will be easy. It is the hard days-the times that challenge you to your very core-that will determine who you are. You will be defined not just by what you achieve, but by how you survive.

A few weeks after Dave died, I was talking to my friend Phil about a father-son activity that Dave was not here to do. We came up with a plan to fill in for Dave. I cried to him, “But I want Dave.” Phil put his arm around me and said, “Option A is not available. So let’s just kick the shit out of option B.”

We all at some point live some form of option B. The question is: What do we do then?

As a representative of Silicon Valley, I’m pleased to tell you there is data to learn from. After spending decades studying how people deal with setbacks, psychologist Martin Seligman found that there are three P’s-personalization, pervasiveness, and permanence-that are critical to how we bounce back from hardship. The seeds of resilience are planted in the way we process the negative events in our lives.

The first P is personalization-the belief that we are at fault. This is different from taking responsibility, which you should always do. This is the lesson that not everything that happens to us happens because of us.

When Dave died, I had a very common reaction, which was to blame myself. He died in seconds from a cardiac arrhythmia. I poured over his medical records asking what I could have-or should have-done. It wasn’t until I learned about the three P’s that I accepted that I could not have prevented his death. His doctors had not identified his coronary artery disease. I was an economics major; how could I have?

Studies show that getting past personalization can actually make you stronger. Teachers who knew they could do better after students failed adjusted their methods and saw future classes go on to excel. College swimmers who underperformed but believed they were capable of swimming faster did. Not taking failures personally allows us to recover-and even to thrive.

The second P is pervasiveness-the belief that an event will affect all areas of your life. You know that song “Everything is awesome?” This is the flip: “Everything is awful.” There’s no place to run or hide from the all-consuming sadness.

The child psychologists I spoke to encouraged me to get my kids back to their routine as soon as possible. So ten days after Dave died, they went back to school and I went back to work. I remember sitting in my first Facebook meeting in a deep, deep haze. All I could think was, “What is everyone talking about and how could this possibly matter?” But then I got drawn into the discussion and for a second-a brief split second-I forgot about death.

That brief second helped me see that there were other things in my life that were not awful. My children and I were healthy. My friends and family were so loving and they carried us-quite literally at times.

The loss of a partner often has severe negative financial consequences, especially for women. So many single mothers-and fathers-struggle to make ends meet or have jobs that don’t allow them the time they need to care for their children. I had financial security, the ability to take the time off I needed, and a job that I did not just believe in, but where it’s actually OK to spend all day on Facebook. Gradually, my children started sleeping through the night, crying less, playing more.

The third P is permanence-the belief that the sorrow will last forever. For months, no matter what I did, it felt like the crushing grief would always be there.

We often project our current feelings out indefinitely-and experience what I think of as the second derivative of those feelings. We feel anxious-and then we feel anxious that we’re anxious. We feel sad-and then we feel sad that we’re sad. Instead, we should accept our feelings-but recognize that they will not last forever. My rabbi told me that time would heal but for now I should “lean in to the suck.” It was good advice, but not really what I meant by “lean in.”

None of you need me to explain the fourth P…which is, of course, pizza from Cheese Board.

But I wish I had known about the three P’s when I was your age. There were so many times these lessons would have helped.

Day one of my first job out of college, my boss found out that I didn’t know how to enter data into Lotus 1-2-3. That’s a spreadsheet-ask your parents. His mouth dropped open and he said, ‘I can’t believe you got this job without knowing that”-and then walked out of the room. I went home convinced that I was going to be fired. I thought I was terrible at everything… but it turns out I was only terrible at spreadsheets. Understanding pervasiveness would have saved me a lot of anxiety that week.

I wish I had known about permanence when I broke up with boyfriends. It would’ve been a comfort to know that feeling was not going to last forever, and if I was being honest with myself… neither were any of those relationships.

And I wish I had understood personalization when boyfriends broke up with me.  Sometimes it’s not you-it really is them. I mean, that dude never showered.

And all three P’s ganged up on me in my twenties after my first marriage ended in divorce. I thought at the time that no matter what I accomplished, I was a massive failure.

The three P’s are common emotional reactions to so many things that happen to us-in our careers, our personal lives, and our relationships. You’re probably feeling one of them right now about something in your life. But if you can recognize you are falling into these traps, you can catch yourself. Just as our bodies have a physiological immune system, our brains have a psychological immune system-and there are steps you can take to help kick it into gear.

One day my friend Adam Grant, a psychologist, suggested that I think about how much worse things could be. This was completely counterintuitive; it seemed like the way to recover was to try to find positive thoughts. “Worse?” I said. “Are you kidding me? How could things be worse?” His answer cut straight through me: “Dave could have had that same cardiac arrhythmia while he was driving your children.” Wow. The moment he said it, I was overwhelmingly grateful that the rest of my family was alive and healthy. That gratitude overtook some of the grief.

Finding gratitude and appreciation is key to resilience. People who take the time to list things they are grateful for are happier and healthier. It turns out that counting your blessings can actually increase your blessings. My New Year’s resolution this year is to write down three moments of joy before I go to bed each night. This simple practice has changed my life. Because no matter what happens each day, I go to sleep thinking of something cheerful. Try it. Start tonight when you have so many fun moments to list- although maybe do it before you hit Kip’s and can still remember what they are.

Last month, eleven days before the anniversary of Dave’s death, I broke down crying to a friend of mine. We were sitting-of all places-on a bathroom floor. I said: “Eleven days. One year ago, he had eleven days left. And we had no idea.” We looked at each other through tears, and asked how we would live if we knew we had eleven days left.

As you graduate, can you ask yourselves to live as if you had eleven days left? I don’t mean blow everything off and party all the time- although tonight is an exception. I mean live with the understanding of how precious every single day would be. How precious every day actually is.

A few years ago, my mom had to have her hip replaced. When she was younger, she always walked without pain. But as her hip disintegrated, each step became painful. Now, even years after her operation, she is grateful for every step she takes without pain-something that never would have occurred to her before.

As I stand here today, a year after the worst day of my life, two things are true. I have a huge reservoir of sadness that is with me always-right here where I can touch it. I never knew I could cry so often-or so much.

But I am also aware that I am walking without pain. For the first time, I am grateful for each breath in and out-grateful for the gift of life itself. I used to celebrate my birthday every five years and friends’ birthdays sometimes. Now I celebrate always. I used to go to sleep worrying about all the things I messed up that day-and trust me that list was often quite long. Now I try really hard to focus on each day’s moments of joy.

It is the greatest irony of my life that losing my husband helped me find deeper gratitude-gratitude for the kindness of my friends, the love of my family, the laughter of my children. My hope for you is that you can find that gratitude-not just on the good days, like today, but on the hard ones, when you will really need it.

There are so many moments of joy ahead of you. That trip you always wanted to take. A first kiss with someone you really like. The day you get a job doing something you truly believe in. Beating Stanford. (Go Bears!) All of these things will happen to you. Enjoy each and every one.

I hope that you live your life-each precious day of it-with joy and meaning. I hope that you walk without pain-and that you are grateful for each step.

And when the challenges come, I hope you remember that anchored deep within you is the ability to learn and grow. You are not born with a fixed amount of resilience. Like a muscle, you can build it up, draw on it when you need it. In that process you will figure out who you really are-and you just might become the very best version of yourself.

Class of 2016, as you leave Berkeley, build resilience.

Build resilience in yourselves. When tragedy or disappointment strike, know that you have the ability to get through absolutely anything. I promise you do. As the saying goes, we are more vulnerable than we ever thought, but we are stronger than we ever imagined.

Build resilient organizations. If anyone can do it, you can, because Berkeley is filled with people who want to make the world a better place. Never stop working to do so-whether it’s a boardroom that is not representative or a campus that’s not safe. Speak up, especially at institutions like this one, which you hold so dear. My favorite poster at work reads, “Nothing at Facebook is someone else’s problem.” When you see something that’s broken, go fix it.

Build resilient communities. We find our humanity-our will to live and our ability to love-in our connections to one another. Be there for your family and friends. And I mean in person. Not just in a message with a heart emoji.

Lift each other up, help each other kick the shit out of option B-and celebrate each and every moment of joy.

You have the whole world in front of you. I can’t wait to see what you do with it.

Congratulations, and Go Bears!

http://www.businessinsider.in/Sheryl-Sandberg-just-spoke-about-her-husbands-death-in-public-for-the-first-time-in-an-emotional-speech/articleshow/52274349.cms

More than…

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaahnavi_Sriperambuduru

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http://www.un.org/sustainabledevelopment/gender-equality/

THAT IS LIFE!

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As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.

As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life, and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call it “MATURITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm. Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.

As I began to love myself I quit stealing my own time, and I stopped designing huge projects for the future. Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.

As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.

As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.

As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worrying about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where everything is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.

As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But as I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.

We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born. Today I know “THAT IS LIFE”!

~ Charlie Chaplin

KaLa Beda Kola Beda

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Vishwaguru Basavanna was a great revolutionary who established spiritual democracy called “Anubhava Mantapa” in the 12th century in India (Anubhava Mantapa – which is also called as the “FIRST PARLIAMENT CONCEPT OF THE WORLD”. Its lead by Saint Allamprabhu), and gave practical solutions to all kind of problems mankind was suffering at that time. His teachings are time tested, scientific and proven. Basava-Tatva is never ending inspiration to achieve the welfare of mankind. Basava vachanas.

Kalabeda, kola beda, husiya nudiyalu beda
Muniya beda, anyarige asahya padabeda
Thanna bannisabeda, idira haliyalu beda
Ide antaranga shuddhi, ide bahiranga shuddhi
Ide namma koodala sangamanolisuva pari.

Translation in English:

Don’t rob, Don’t kill, Never ever lie
Don’t get angry, Don’t think negative about others
Don’t self describe, Don’t tease others
This is the way of self-respect, this is the way to get respected by the world.
This is the way of impressing my lord Koodala sangama deva.

Ullavaru shivalayava maaduvaru nanenu madali badavanayya
enna kale kamba dehave degula shirave honna kalasavayya
koodala sangamadeva kelayya sthavarkkalivuntu jangamakkalivilla

Translation in English:

The rich will make temples for Shiva. What shall I, a poor man, do?
My legs are pillars, The body the shrine, The head a cupola of gold.
Listen, O lord Koodala Sangama deva, things standing shall fall, but the moving will never perish.

Famous slogan of Basavanna… “Kaayakave Kailaasa” Meaning “Work itself divine heaven”.

Original Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basava_Jayanthi

Thank you,Teacher

I Want To Be Like You

Thank you, teacher,
for being my life’s role model.
When I consider all you’ve taught me
and reflect on the kind of person you are,
I want to be like you—
smart, interesting and engaging,
positive, confident, yet unpretentious.
I want to be like you—
well-informed and easy to understand,
thinking with your heart as well as your head,
gently nudging us to do our best,
with sensitivity and insight.
I want to be like you—
giving your time, energy and talent
to ensure the brightest possible future
for each of us.
Thank you, teacher
For giving me a goal to shoot for:
I want to be like you!
By Joanna Fuchs

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http://www.teacher-appreciation.info/Teachers_Day/USA_Teachers_day_and_week.asp

PS: This post is dedicated to two teachers whom I know closely – My Grandfather & My Mother!

Jumbo! My Friend…

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Jumbo! My Friend…

And that day evening I wandered out along my backyard –

Passing by the flowing river,

Observing generous look from plentiful trees around,

Sun Light that guides my path,

Fragrance of flowers, Cool breeze of air & soulful sound from stream of water to

keep me motivated in my walk through life!

 

 

I see that…I see that…I see that!

Oh! My Friend Jumbo, teach me to follow your path…

Oh! Nature, grant me strength…grant me strength…grant me strength!

-Jagat Nirupam

(Dt.05/05/16)

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