Work as if it were your first day.
Forgive as soon as possible.
Love without boundaries.
Laugh without control
and never stop smiling.
The above words were in a piece of email I received about a 21 year-old woman who died of cancer five days after her wedding. I don't even know this woman, but it was making me teary-eyed.
Now, I have just found out that a very nice woman I attended a six-hour meeting with earlier this month died yesterday. It's like having a bell ringing too loudly in my head.
I don't know how this works, but it's neat. Try it out!
1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to have chocolate (more than once but less than 10).
2. Multiply this number by 2.
3. Add 5.
4. Multiply it by 50.
5. If you have already had your birthday this year, add 1759. If you haven't, add 1758.
6. Now subtract the four-digit year that you were born.
You should have a three-digit number. The first digit of this was your original number
(i.e., how many times you want to have chocolate each week). The next two numbers are yuur age!
My result was 245, absolutely correct. Weird, eh?
You know...These elementary school kids chanting Obama songs are beginning to creep me out. I wouldn't mind it if I thought the kids were doing this on their own. But they sound too well rehearsed. They are being led, and they are chanting campaign slogans.
Seriously, what elementary school kid really cares about politics or is even aware of it? Maybe I was just too busy reading every book I could lay my hands on as a kid, but...I really didn't start paying attention to politics until I was in high school and approaching voting age. My parents were not political activists. We were always more interested in watching M*A*S*H reruns than in listening to speeches by politicians.
This makes me feel very uneasy. I keep listening to what they're saying, and all I can think of is my history books.