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"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds…"
Bob Marley

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Bob Marley Succumbs to Cancer at Age 36 (1981)
Born in a small Jamaican village and raised in the slums of Kingston's Trenchtown, Marley overcame tremendous hardship to become a groundbreaking singer, songwriter, and guitarist. He propelled reggae to worldwide popularity, creating music that reflects his commitment to nonviolence and the Rastafarian religion. In 1975, Marley released "No Woman, No Cry," a song that brought him international success. Marley was diagnosed with cancer in 1977 but refused the recommended medical treatment.

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"Aujourd’hui, la seule démarche possible c’est d’aller vers l’Autre. Le comprendre. (...) Il n’y aura pas de développement durable si nous n’arrivons pas à vivre ensemble."

Yann Arthus-Bertrand

In english

"The only way we can go forward is to move towards our fellow men. Understand them. There is no chance of any kind of sustainable development if we can’t manage to live together."

Yann Arthus-Bertrand

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It's Possible ... No guts no Glory !!!!

Last night, I had another wonderful, inspiring and enlightening time with one of my mentors, Les Brown.

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Stanford Founders' Celebration speech by Michael Tubbs ('12)

The first time I saw my father, he was chained. Gone was the mirage of the invincible man, the man who would protect me once I found him. At the age of 12, I finally saw my father—in an orange jumpsuit, looking weak and vulnerable. The conversation with this stranger was cordial albeit distant:

"How have you been?"

"Good."

"What's your favorite basketball team?"

"The Lakers."

Suddenly, the seemingly pleasant conversation took an abrupt turn, as I could not resist the urge to ask, "Why are you in here?"

My grandmother's face flushed, but my father remained cool and collected. He looked me in my eyes and explained how the system was designed for him to go to prison. "Michael, the oppressor designs the world in a way so that prison is your destiny. From birth, you are set up to fail. I decided to comply and give 'the man' what he wants." As I contemplated what he said, he continued, "You're a black man in America, and it's either prison or death."

This was not the first time that I was told that the odds were stacked too high. Last year, around this time while applying for colleges I was met with the same sense of nihilism and hopelessness. Well-meaning teachers told me that I was aiming too high, that no one from our school had ever attended Stanford, that my SAT math score was too low. One teacher, put it more blunt and said that a poor kid from the ghettos of Stockton, CA (lowest in literacy, highest in crime) with an incarcerated father and a mother who had him at 16 did not belong nor would fit in at one of the nation's premiere universities.

Almost 120 years ago, similar conversations happened. Jane and Leland Stanford decided to transform the tragedy of their only son's death to triumph by founding a university. This university would be not on the elite East Coast, but in the new and free West. They, too, were met with skepticism and hopelessness, as naysayers or "haters" as we call them in 2009, saw too many barriers to their success. "We want to create a university that will be coeducational in a time when most private universities are all-male; nondenominational when most are associated with a religious organization; and avowedly practical when most are concerned with creating cultured citizens," said Leland Stanford. Instead of being encouraged for their revolutionary idea, applauded for their innovation, and affirmed for their audacity, they were told "the marble halls will be filled with empty benches. Their dream, the skeptics essentially said, were futile because they were attempting to establish a college in the West and they had only two options—conform to the university norms of the time or be non-existent.

But this university chose not to conform. I chose not to conform. We refused to listen to conventional wisdom or be deterred from destiny—and look where we stand today. This marble hall is filled with people celebrating the 117th anniversary of this university, listening to a freshman speaker that was supposed to be either in jail or dead. People are fond of saying "only in America." Well, today I submit to you that this story is quintessentially, only Stanford.

To the plethora of naysayers—1890 newspapers, 2008 teachers or absent fathers—this Founders' Day Celebration is unlikely, as both myself and this university are not supposed to be here today. I wish they were all here, in the front row, to pay testament to the fact that their predictions were false and their low expectations futile. If they were here today, they would see the power of the "audacity of audacity." This may sound repetitive, but it truly is the force behind my success in getting into Stanford and the monumental success of this university—having the "nerve," as my mother would say, to dare for more—having the nerve to establish a place, or go to a place where Die Luft der Freiheit Weht, or "The Wind of Freedom Blows."

This wind has propelled alums like Herbert Hoover, Tiger Woods, Susan Rice, Cory Booker, Mae Jemison and Sandra Day O'Connor to the heights from where they now stand. This wind has also caused me to rise, like a phoenix, from the ashes of race, single parenthood, and low expectations. Likewise, this university has risen from the ashes of personal tragedy and low expectations to a place of global prominence. Looking towards tomorrow, this wind will serve as the wind beneath our collective wings, pushing us to heights "that eyes have not, ears heard, nor has entered into the heart of men"—despite budget cuts, an economic recession, IHUM papers, critics, cynics or competition. Thank you.

Transcript of Founders' Celebration speech (April 13, 2009) by undergraduate student Michael Tubbs

Michael Tubbs is a freshman by way of Stockton, CA. He has been honored as a National Coca Cola Scholar and the Inaugural Alumni Legacy Scholar where he was singled out from over 90,000 applicants. He is also a motivational speaker, preaches sermons at local churches, 2008 NAACP National Debate Champion, Alice Walker Essay Contest Winner, and has been profiled in Quest magazine (as the cover story), the LA Times, and the San Francisco Chronicle. He is dedicated to mentoring youth and using the Social Gospel to arrive at Social Justice.

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No guts no glory ...

Amazing and Truly Enlightening. Susan Boyle will blow your mind. Don't fear to turn your Dreams into Actions!

Susan Boyle on Britain Got Talent
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I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame.

And still
I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather...

I had a dream my life would be
So different form this hell I'm living
so different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.

"If we don't try, if we don't reach high, then we won't make any progress."

PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA

Joyeuse Pâques, Happy Easter and Happy Resurrection Day ...

A travers la fenêtre, sans rideau, depuis longtemps je vois une petite étoile me luire.

Je ne dors pas. Mais entre le Samedi-Saint et Pâques, la nuit n'est pas faite pour dormir !

Les montagnes et les forêts attendent, elles m'entourent dans une émanation lumineuse.

La pleine lune, pas à pas, élève, suspend sa face pieuse...

Le soleil n'est pas levé encore : il y a une heure encore de cette immense solitude !

Il n'y a, pour garder le tombeau, que ces millions d'étoiles en armes, vigilantes depuis le pôle jusqu'au Sud !

Et tout à coup, dans le clair de lune, les cloches, en une grappe énorme dans le clocher,

Les cloches au milieu de la nuit, comme d'elles-mêmes, les cloches se sont mises à sonner !

On ne comprend pas ce qu'elles disent, elles parlent toutes à la fois !

Ce qui les empêche de parler, c'est l'amour, la surprise toutes ensemble de la joie !

Ce n'est pas un faible murmure, ce n'est pas cette langue au milieu de nous-mêmes suspendue

qui commence à remuer !

C'est la cloche vers les quatre horizons chrétienne qui sonne à toute volée !...

Vous qui dormez, ne craignez point, parce que c'est vrai que j'ai vaincu la mort!

J'étais mort, et je suis ressuscité dans mon âme et dans mon corps !

La loi du chaos est vaincue et le Tartare est souffleté !

La terre qui, dans un ouragan de cloches de toutes parts s'ébranle, vous apprend que je suis ressuscité!

P. Claudel, Toi, qui es-tu ?

Easter JoyBy Joanna Fuchs

Jesus came to earth,

To show us how to live,

How to put others first,

How to love and how to give.

Then He set about His work,

That God sent Him to do;

He took our punishment on Himself;

He made us clean and new.

He could have saved Himself,

Calling angels from above,

But He chose to pay our price for sin;

He paid it out of love.

Our Lord died on Good Friday,

But the cross did not destroy

His resurrection on Easter morn

That fills our hearts with joy.

Now we know our earthly death,

Like His, is just a rest.

We'll be forever with Him

In heaven, where life is best.

So we live our lives for Jesus,

Think of Him in all we do.

Thank you Savior; Thank you Lord.

Help us love like you!

"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Paul the Apostle Galatians 6:9

Today ...

Like a tree ...

I need to be
just like a tree
strong, steadfast
rooted and mighty

I need to dig
my roots in deep
bend but not break
stand tall and free

I need to learn
that seasons change
the leaves come green,
turn, fade and leave

I need to know
despite the breeze
the rain, the snow
the heat and the cold

I will still stand firm
I will still stand strong
I may go through storms
winter seems so long

Yet year after year
spring comes again
regenerating all
I've ever been
time and time and time again

So come what may
from day to day
and even when things
don't go my way

I'll stay the course
remembering
that things aren't always
how they seem

And even though
it's not easy for me
I'll choose to be
just like a tree.

Source : Nakadori Nandi

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