Thursday 13 September 2012

Just for Pun

I borrowed this from a friend:


  • When you get a bladder infection urine trouble.
  • Broken pencils are pointless.
  • I tried to catch some fog, but I mist.
  • What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.
  • England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool.
  • I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.
  • I dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx.
  • All the toilets in New York’s police stations have been stolen. The police have nothing to go on.
  • I got a job at a bakery because I kneaded dough.
  • Haunted French pancakes give me the crêpes.
  • Velcro – what a rip off!
  • A cartoonist was found dead in his home. Details are sketchy.
  • Venison for dinner again? Oh deer!
  • The earthquake in Washington obviously was the government’s fault.
  • Be kind to your dentist. He has fillings, too.


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Monday 10 September 2012

London Paralympics 2012 Were An Education

Here is an outstanding article reflecting on the Paralympics:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/olympics/paralympic-sport/9530103/Paralympic-Games-Inside-the-theatre-of-miracles.html

The Paralympics were an amazing and enlightening experience that we were privileged to host in London. We have lived it, loved it and I hope broadened our minds. I know
 I have.

This was not just a sports event but one of psychology, personal development and education which caught and held our attention and admiration across generations.

Only being able to buy tickets for the Paralympics seemed like a consolation option when the last available Olympics tickets were too expensive but when we reached the Olympic Park pn Monday 3/9, we shared the buzz. Inside the Olympics Stadium we witnessed what people can do with the right attitude: 
  1. Taking off a prosthetic leg to hop over the high jump? The Pole won the Bronze whilst the Gold medal went to a Fijian who hopped over 1.54m, the first time Fiji had ever won a medal. 
  2. GB's Mickey Bushell winning Gold and setting a new Paralympic record in the T53 100m wheelchair final. The deafening crowd roaring him on then cheering as he received his medal and we sang "God Save the Queen". 
  3. The Polish woman who set a 6m world record in the long jump.
  4. The Argentinian who ran 5000m with a sighted guide? He came in 2 laps and 4 minutes behind the winners but we cheered him for his determination. He can say proudly, "I ran in a Paralympics final." 

Will we ever forget a swimmer with no arms and only one leg winning Gold? How do you even do that? Blind people playing 5-a-side football? Wheelchairs becoming dodgem cars and tipping over in wheelchair rugby?

Every Paralympian athlete deserves our respect for using their "dis-ability" as a reason to be able to do something extraordinary. They are indeed THE SUPERHUMANS shown in Channel 4's poster.




Antonia Harrison challenges people to Change their Minds to Save Their Life using powerful hypnosis and NLP.   "We are boxed in by the boundary conditions of our thinking." - Einstein

A Sweet Lesson on Patience

A sweet lesson on patience seen on Facebook today with  1,253,851 likes and 248,039 shares.  Please take a few minutes to read.

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'

'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds.  She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.  They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.

'Nothing,' I said

'You have to make a living,' she answered.

'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.