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August 22, 2008
What is the secret ingredient of tough people that enables them to succeed? Why do they survive the tough times when others are overcome by them? Why do they win when others lose? Why do they soar when others sink?
The answer is very simple. It’s all in how they perceive their problems. Yes ,every living person has problems. A problem-free life is an illusion-a mirage in the desert. Accept that fact.
Every mountain has a peak. Every valley has its low point. Life has its ups and downs, its peaks and its valleys. No one is up all the time, nor are they down all time. Problems do end. They are all resolved in time.
You may not be able to control the times, but you can compose your response. You can turn your pain into profanity-or into poetry. The choice is up to you. You may not have chosen your tough time, but you can choose how you will react to it. for instance, what is the positive reaction to a terrible financial setback? In this situation would it be the positive reaction to cop out and run away? Escape through alcohol, drug, or suicide? No! Such negative reactions only produce greater problems by promising a temporary “solution” to the pressing problem. The positive solution to a problem may require courage to initiate it .when you control your reaction to the seemingly uncontrollable problem of life, then in fact you do control the problem’s effect on you. Your reaction to the problem is the last word! That’s the bottom line. What will you let this problem do to you? It can make you tender or tough. It can make you better or bitter. It all depends on you.
In the final analysis, the tough people who survive the tough times do so because they’ve chosen to react positively to their predicament. Tough times never last, but tough people do. Tough people stick it out. History teaches us that every problem has a lifespan. No problem is permanent. Storms always give way to the sun. Winter always thaws into springtime. Your storm will pass. Your winter will thaw. Your problem will be resolved.
The answer is very simple. It’s all in how they perceive their problems. Yes ,every living person has problems. A problem-free life is an illusion-a mirage in the desert. Accept that fact.
Every mountain has a peak. Every valley has its low point. Life has its ups and downs, its peaks and its valleys. No one is up all the time, nor are they down all time. Problems do end. They are all resolved in time.
You may not be able to control the times, but you can compose your response. You can turn your pain into profanity-or into poetry. The choice is up to you. You may not have chosen your tough time, but you can choose how you will react to it. for instance, what is the positive reaction to a terrible financial setback? In this situation would it be the positive reaction to cop out and run away? Escape through alcohol, drug, or suicide? No! Such negative reactions only produce greater problems by promising a temporary “solution” to the pressing problem. The positive solution to a problem may require courage to initiate it .when you control your reaction to the seemingly uncontrollable problem of life, then in fact you do control the problem’s effect on you. Your reaction to the problem is the last word! That’s the bottom line. What will you let this problem do to you? It can make you tender or tough. It can make you better or bitter. It all depends on you.
In the final analysis, the tough people who survive the tough times do so because they’ve chosen to react positively to their predicament. Tough times never last, but tough people do. Tough people stick it out. History teaches us that every problem has a lifespan. No problem is permanent. Storms always give way to the sun. Winter always thaws into springtime. Your storm will pass. Your winter will thaw. Your problem will be resolved.
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August 22, 2008
When you smile, I smile, that’s the deal.
I will not walk past you and not look you in the eyes and not acknowledge you.
Instead we will pass each other and say hello.
Not with our words, for they are not the same; but with our faces.
I meet you and I see there is good in your eyes, there's passion in your heart and there's a friendly hello in your smile.
And for the first time we can relate and appreciate each other.
That’s all it takes, that’s where it starts.
Because I know that you will smile and I will smile and the rest is easy.
August 21, 2008
AND so,i was leaving for Kazan,to study at the high school------no less!
The thought of high school studies had been put into my head by a Gymnasium student,N.Yevreinov------a lovable youth,very handsome,with the tender eyes of a woman.He lived in an attic room in the same house with me.Seeing me often with a book under my arm ,he grew so interested as to seek my acquaintance;and it was not long before he begain to urge it upon me that i possessed an extraordinary gift for learing.
"Nature created you to further science,"he declared,tossing his long hair back in graceful emphasis.
i did not yet know, then , that one might further science in the capacity of guinea pig ;and Yevreinov made it so very clear that it was just such lads as i the universities were lacking.The momory, of course, was evoked as a shining example.In Kazan, Yevreinov said,i would stay with him, studying thorgh the autumn and winter to master the Gymnasium programme.Then i would take 'some few' exams------that was just how he put it :'some few':the University would grant me a scholarship.And in five years or so i would be a learned man.It was all very simple, forYevreinov was nineteen,and his heart was so kind..
He passed his examinations and left.Some two weeks later,Ifollowed.In parting,Granny told me:Don't you be cross with people.You are always so cross.Stern,You are getting to be,anddemanding.That comes down to you from your Grandfather.And--well,what's your grandfather?Lived nowhere,the poor old man.You keep one thing in mind:it"s not God that judges men.That"s the devil's pastime.Well,good--bye......
And, brushing the scant tears from her dark,flabby cheeks,she said:"We won't be meet again,You'll be moving farther and farther off,restless soul, and i'll be dying.i had drifted away from my dear grandmother of late,seeing her only rarely;but now it came to me with sudden pain that i would never again meet a friend so close,so much a part of me.
From the stern of the boat i looked back to where she stood,at the edge of the pier crossing herself and,with the corner of her worn old shawl,drying her face and her dark eyes,bright withinextinguishable love of man.
The thought of high school studies had been put into my head by a Gymnasium student,N.Yevreinov------a lovable youth,very handsome,with the tender eyes of a woman.He lived in an attic room in the same house with me.Seeing me often with a book under my arm ,he grew so interested as to seek my acquaintance;and it was not long before he begain to urge it upon me that i possessed an extraordinary gift for learing.
"Nature created you to further science,"he declared,tossing his long hair back in graceful emphasis.
i did not yet know, then , that one might further science in the capacity of guinea pig ;and Yevreinov made it so very clear that it was just such lads as i the universities were lacking.The momory, of course, was evoked as a shining example.In Kazan, Yevreinov said,i would stay with him, studying thorgh the autumn and winter to master the Gymnasium programme.Then i would take 'some few' exams------that was just how he put it :'some few':the University would grant me a scholarship.And in five years or so i would be a learned man.It was all very simple, forYevreinov was nineteen,and his heart was so kind..
He passed his examinations and left.Some two weeks later,Ifollowed.In parting,Granny told me:Don't you be cross with people.You are always so cross.Stern,You are getting to be,anddemanding.That comes down to you from your Grandfather.And--well,what's your grandfather?Lived nowhere,the poor old man.You keep one thing in mind:it"s not God that judges men.That"s the devil's pastime.Well,good--bye......
And, brushing the scant tears from her dark,flabby cheeks,she said:"We won't be meet again,You'll be moving farther and farther off,restless soul, and i'll be dying.i had drifted away from my dear grandmother of late,seeing her only rarely;but now it came to me with sudden pain that i would never again meet a friend so close,so much a part of me.
From the stern of the boat i looked back to where she stood,at the edge of the pier crossing herself and,with the corner of her worn old shawl,drying her face and her dark eyes,bright withinextinguishable love of man.
