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| | Something to Think About... |  |  | Wednesday, October 14, 2009 (9:23 AM) (I'm feeling FantastaRiffic) |  | * my cousin shared this with me, I wanted to pass it along *
Washington DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. A violinist played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing.. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.
4 minutes later:
the violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the till and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes:
A 3 year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly, as the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced them to move on.
45 minutes:
The musician played. Only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace.
He collected $32.
1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
Comment:
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell had sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. The questions raised: in a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments .....
To read the article and see the video:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html
How many other things are we missing?
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| | Out of the Darkness, Into the Light |  |  | Tuesday, September 15, 2009 (7:56 PM) (I'm feeling Filled with Life) |  | Dark filled days
No one knows why
Living the lie
Truth be told
Ligthen the load
Living in the dark
Secrets out
Rumors about
Blame blame
Name of the game
Now in the past
Free at last
Forgive, be free
I need to forgive me
Dark of the night
Sparkling light
Shooting star
Not off very far
Hold on, hold close
You mean the most
Took away the dark
Igniting a spark
Something new
Something so true
Learning each day
Trying a new way
Life is good
<3
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| | The Wooden Bowl |  |  | Saturday, September 5, 2009 (11:25 PM) (I'm feeling loved) |  | The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now,
a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and
failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.
' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,
neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
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On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..'
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you
But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,
your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
(*thank you Magic.Mushroom for letting me repost this)
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| | Just the facts please |  |  | Friday, August 28, 2009 (3:07 PM) (I'm feeling complacent) |  | Fact: Knowledge or information based on real occurrences
Fiction: An imaginative creation or a pretense that does not represent
actuality but has been invented
Follower: A fan; an enthusiast
The facts of the matter are this, I never called anyone an as*hole. I'm not that type of person. The person who "thinks" I called them such a word got the facts wrong. How do I know this? Because I went to the source. See, that's how you find out. You go to the person who "actually" was there. I never said it, someone else did, but you felt the need to have a show and call me out when I wasn't in the room.
That's where the Followers come into play. Defriend me, lol. I was defriended by a puppet, a wrestler, and some lack of function (the names have been changed to protect their identities;). The latter of which I believed was a friend... live and learn. I'm sure to be followed by more defriendings. Butthurt am I? no. Don't get confused between emotion and setting facts straight.
Onto the mutiny. Not everyone in this world will get along. If I don't like someone, maybe because of things they had done to me on a past social networking website, or maybe I don't agree with how a certain person acts... I just won't be friends with them. It's just that simple. The answer to my disliking you is to have soc accounts attack me. Fail. You claim I've started the drama when in fact, I merely responded to it. Don't get upset when my friends write about it, people defend others when they know they are innocent of what they are being accused of.
Secrets and lies lack fact. I've been put in the unfortunate position of knowing too much about other people. Don't put me in the middle of your affairs any longer. I watched you talk about me behind my back and then I watched you suck up to me. I know it's only because I know your secrets. Truth be told, I don't care. You hurt who you hurt with your lies, I won't repeat them, because it's not my hurt to give, it's yours. You live with your secret, not me. When I hit post on this blog, I wipe them from my mind, you carry your own load.
Rebuttal. Feel free to say what you want. I'm free of this, I've said my peace.
Facts, FTW!!!
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| | Rumors and Hate |  |  | Thursday, August 27, 2009 (10:14 AM) (I'm feeling annoyed) |  | I just signed on and read Sid and Tray's bulletins and I agree 100%. So many people on this site fault me for having a fake profile on NL, but I'm the one that came forward with my truth. I'm here, as me, and I say what I need to say to people directly.
Last night I decided to take a break from chat rooms and just listen to the shows music without the stress of keeping up with the chat. I was astounded at the things I read, the backstabbing, and the lies. I watched people talk about me and people I care about.
Yes, this is the internet, as people say, but you should be the same person on the internet as you are in your everyday life. I act the same on here. It has nothing to do with supporting a show. It's about looking yourself in the mirror at the end of the day and knowing you treated people fairly, and as you want to be treated.
I've made mistakes treating people unfairly, and I've apologized. The people I don't get along with, I just don't speak to, but it seems they have alot to say when I leave the room.
Grow up, this isn't middle school. Everyone needs to remember that there is a person typing on the keyboard in your chat room. If you don't like someone, don't talk to them. Sid did the right thing by trying to relay a message directly to Fester and for Fester to bring it out publicly in a show and talk smack, just makes the situation more volatile. Yes, I was there, I saw you write it and I saw everyone agreeing with you. All you did was feed the fires of hate.
I'll definitely be taking a look at myself, my friends, and who I actually will trust from here on out. I hope everyone could take something positive from this bulletin, as it was meant to be, but I'm sure some will twist it to be what they want.
I know the truth.
Peace.
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| | No Guarantee |  |  | Monday, August 3, 2009 (12:03 PM) (I'm feeling thankful) |  | There is no guarantee in life
No guarantee of waking up tomorrrow
No guarantee of a perfect family
No guarantee of finding love
No guarantee of health or wealth
It's up to each one of us
To live our lives to the fullest
To treat each other with respect
To love passionately
To strive for the things that we want
Each one of us bears that responsibility
I've loved and lost
And don't have the perfect family
But I'll never complain about it
I'll wake up every day
And be thankful for what I do have
Instead of dwelling on what I don't
I'll treat others with respect
And walk away from the ones that don't respect me
I'll love someone passionately
And embrace opportunities that come my way
This is, after all, my only life
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| | Tangibility Redfined, the 6th sense |  |  | Monday, July 20, 2009 (8:35 AM) (I'm feeling * inspired *) |  | What is tangible
Touch
Smell
Taste
Hear
See
Someone can
Touch your heart
Without ever
Seeing you
You can be
completely alone
but not
alone
even if you can't hear them
Just knowing
someone is there
caring
loving
feeling
makes a difference
and for that
I say
Thank you
xoxoxox
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