Some sorely needed encouragement.
And in case you missed it, there's this: "5-Year-Old Cancer Patient Signs 1-Day NBA Contract, Dunks In Preseason Game".
The closer you are, the less you have to say. A friend loses a grandparent, you say you’re sorry. A friend loses a parent, silence and presence suffices. . . .
But you still want to say something. It’s the human thing to do. If only there were new ways to say it. If only the genuine things you felt didn’t sound as predictable as the Happy Birthday To You song.
Go ahead, laugh. Then read this: "The Fascinating Reason Many Billionaires Get Depressed (And How They Snap Out Of It)".
For help see the Sudden Money Institute.
Seven of the most terrific scenes from The Cosby Show (with clips).
The last one, "On challenging children to be the their best," is from one of the greatest TV episodes in my lifetime.
Nine years old and orphaned by ethnic genocide, he was living in a burned-out car in a Rwandan garbage dump where he scavenged for food and clothes. Daytimes, he was a street beggar. He had not bathed in more than a year.
When an American charity worker, Clare Effiong, visited the dump one Sunday, other children scattered. Filthy and hungry, Justus Uwayesu stayed put, and she asked him why.
“I want to go to school,” he replied.
Well, he got his wish.
This autumn, Mr. Uwayesu enrolled as a freshman at Harvard University on a full-scholarship, studying math, economics and human rights, and aiming for an advanced science degree. Now about 22 — his birthday is unknown — he could be, in jeans, a sweater and sneakers, just another of the 1,667 first-year students here.
The New York Times argues that 80 can be the new 50.
UPDATE: link fixed now. Thanks, Elliott.
Jennifer Wilson, writing in Esquire. Bravo.
My kids have great egos. Their dad and I tell them when they're rocking it, and we tell them when they screw up. We hug them either way.
But when they are beyond the boundaries of our loving home, most people won't consider them the perfect little starfish that we do. And they have to know how to deal with that. How to prove their worth. In swimming, that means they'll do so by not sucking.
So no, I'm not scared of the old-school coach and his vigorous saliva spray of enthusiasm. But you know what I am scared of? I'm scared of kids who have the crap pampered out of them. Who think every single thing they do is precious and correct.