Ben’s battle with Ewing’s Sarcoma has finally come to it’s end. It’s not the end that any of us hoped for, and it’s not the end that he deserved.
I’m so sorry, Cathy.
Memory Eternal.
This morning I was asked if I had stopped shaving to raise money for cancer. Embarrassingly, I had not. I look terrible with facial hair, always have, but that didn’t seem to be enough reason to dig my razor out of the suitcase.
Then it hit me. Sometimes we have to do things we aren’t comfortable with in order to do something good.
Our friends Ben and Cathy have been battling bone cancer for way too long. Sad to say, he has few days remaining passed away on Feb 20, 2011. While they have made their peace with the situation, peace doesn’t pay medical bills, utility bills, or any other kind of bills for that matter.
My public humiliation = $$ for Cathy’s future.
With your help I can go to professional business meetings with cheetos in my goatee. I might even get my beard stuck in my coat zipper while shoveling snow.
Help me, won’t you? Every $10 donated is 1 day I’ll go without shaving.
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Natalie and I went to bed at 11:30 last night. Neither of us slept very well. There was a pit in my stomach the size of a small watermelon. As I tossed, the melon turned as if to continually make it’s presence known. Even the quiet comfort of Grandma’s bed couldn’t lull me to sleep.
At 1:30am I heard Grandma’s phone ring. Grandpa’s footsteps downstairs were faint as he walked to the phone. I knew my phone would ring momentarily. I don’t remember what my mother said to me, but the words weren’t necessary. I knew why she was calling. Great Grandma’s time was coming.
She passed this morning at the age of 96. While her memory was fading — she surely wouldn’t know me if she saw me — my memory of her will last forever.
She lived to see some amazing things, through some awesome times. She was 15 years old when the stock market crashed. She was 25 when Hitler sent 1.5 million troops to invade Poland. She never drove a car, but if she had it probably would have been a Model T. Perhaps her teenage years were spent with her hair in a bob, wearing a vibrant skirt and dancing The Charleston.
But she never spoke of those times. Instead she spoke of family and friends. She beamed a loving smile in everyone’s direction, even when she couldn’t remember who they were or why she loved them… she just did.
In the end, it’s not the journey of your life that was important, it’s the people you bring along with you.
Try as I might, I will never be able to bring myself to use this word to mean “to tell a story” or “to make a confession.”
Thank you for sharing that sad account of your most embarrassing moment.
In my view, the object of the verb should be a real or abstract commodity, not a narrative.
The king was deposed because he refused to share his wealth and power.
Perhaps it’s because, in the more old-fashioned usage, sharing (and, by extension, whatever was being shared) was an inarguably good thing.
Children should be taught to share their toys.
But being invited to share our personal history can feel like an invasion of privacy, and when someone else shares in that way, it’s possible that the process can turn out to be a burden or an imposition, rather than a desirable act of unselfishness and generosity.
Professional writers discussing the word Share.
From Apple’s built in Thesaurus.
Edwin Land, inventor of the Polaroid camera, once said that his method of design was to start with a vision of what you want and then, one by one, remove the technical obstacles until you have it. I think that’s what Steve Jobs does. He starts with a vision rather than a list of features.
A Sultan’s daughter is not called “Princess.” Rather, they are known as “Sultanic Highness.” Shame on you, Disney.
Source: Wikipedia
Update: After asking around, it appears they are also known as “Amira”/”Emira” or “Turkish Prenses.”
The man or woman snoozing in a chair with a magazine or book is a person who was being given too much unnecessary trouble by the writer.
The experience of using Microsoft Sharepoint is just like deciding to build a house. Your friend picks says “I know just what you need,” takes you to Home Depot and tells you “everything you’ll need is here,” and leaves you to build your house.
The fact that anyone would post a picture of them drunk, passed out on the floor of a dorm room, covered in cheese-whiz is amazing to me. You wouldn’t post your credit card number to your facebook page, yet some people are sharing information which can be even more damaging to their future.
Zuckerburg clearly wants people to be more public. Fine, but if you offer privacy settings, enforce them.
The reality is, in a company with 500 million accounts, privacy issues are going to happen. However, they certainly should not have been this brazen.
You cannot not communicate. Every behaviour is a kind of communication. Because behaviour does not have a counterpart (there is no anti-behaviour), it is not possible not to communicate.