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I’ve been getting higher grades since I started Sahaja Meditation

March 5th, 2010

Kurt Hahn High School, East Flatbush, Brooklyn

This morning about 24 students came, including a few dragooned up from the cafeteria by the Dean, Mr. Mendelson whose enthusiasm and love for the students is outstanding and inspirational. We began meditating at just after 8 am to allow the latercomers time to settle, and there were three new students today, including Angie, who’d just arrived in the USA from the Dominican Republic who barely speaks a word of English but who was welcomed by all and helped by three students who speak some Spanish.

We began by going around the circle and saying how long we’ve been practicing Sahaja Meditation, it varied from 20 years to 11 months, to 3 months, to a couple of weeks.  Joan Burress led the meditation and we meditated for about 10 minutes.

Afterwards, Mr Mendelson asked each of us how we felt. He said he had a million things on his mind right now, and after the meditation he felt completely focussed. People said things like relaxed, calm, focussed – and the three new people all experienced something calming and pleasant. Two people said it hadn’t worked for them.

Breakfast of oats, raisins, bananas, cinnamon and tea followed, provided as always by the inestimable Ms Fishstrom.

Here’s what one of the students said during breakfast.

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“Still Bill,” a Bill Withers documentary: newyorker.com

March 1st, 2010

Tievebulliagh – the magic mountain of the North

February 26th, 2010

In the late 1980’s, I was living in London, stressed, depressed and in need of a break. I had always wanted to visit Iona, the island off the coast of Scotland where Irish Christian monks lived in the 6th Century, notably St. Columbus, one of those who first brought Christianity to Britain.

When I arrived at Heathrow airport, on a whim, instead of taking the shuttle to Glasgow, and on from there to Iona, without any solid reason for doing so, I decided to fly to Belfast instead and to make my way up the Antrim Coast and to take a boat over to Rathlin Island. Rathlin is where Robert the Bruce allegedly hid after his army was defeated by the English and a story is told of how he took refuge in a cave and watched a spider try many times build a web. It kept failing but in the end it was successful. Inspired by this, he again raised an army and this time was victorious over the English. The story apparently has no foundation in truth but that of course takes nothing from its power.

Back then, because of the Troubles, there was a security zone around Belfast airport and I had to take a taxi from the airport to near the town of Larne and from there I hitchhiked and walked my way up the beautiful Antrim Coast road. Msy is a special time of year and new life, vitality and resurgence were in the air. One night I stopped at the town of Cushendun and checked into the local Youth Hostel. The place was empty apart from an Englishman and his wife who ran the place, and a lone German postman who was cycling up the coast. That night, in a pub in the town, a chance conversation with a local man resulted in him telling me that there was ‘a holy mountain’ nearby. He explained that it was holy in pre-Christian Ireland and went on to say that it was called Tievebulliagh. On it there was a ‘Neolithic axe factory’, an outcrop of blue granite and if one looked in the scree, (the countless small stones that littered the mountain face), one can find broken shards of axeheads discarded back in the Stone Age

He told me too that there was a grave nearby that of Oisin, a 6th Century warrior/poet/king who famously, by the way the Christians subsequently told it, refused before St. Patrick, to convert to Christianity, because he said he had been to the land of Tir na Nog, the land of the ever young. The land of the ever young is the present, the here and now, and only already evolved souls can be there for long. Hence Christianity would have had little appeal or attraction for him.

I found the grave the next morning, some way out of the town and in farmland, and there was a heavy sea mist, with visibility down to about 40 meters. However, beside the grave was a plaque that said that whereas local legend said it was the grave of Oisin, carbon dating proved that the grave was  some 4500 years old so whoever was buried there was definitely not him.

I walked past the grave through heavy mire and mud and began my ascent of the mountain. The atmosphere was eerie with the watery mist hanging suspended in the air. I passed cattle on the lower slopes and as I commenced the climb, it was relatively easy going but I wasn’t very fit and was soon out of breath. I found the scree and much as I searched, I picked up no stone that looked like it had been fashioned by human hand.

At this point the going became difficult for as I climbed up the scree, I would slide back to almost where I’d started from. This problem was solved by walking up at an angle, criss-crossing my way up in the manner I’d seen skiers move up a slope.

As I reached the summit, something strange and wonderful happened. I was quite out of breath, bent double with the effort and as I lifted my head, in that instant, the mist evaporated (which I’d read that sea mists do). The fact that I knew it could and did happen did nothing to take away the magic of what ensued. Suddenly the sky was clear, cloudless and filled with sunshine. Looking across the sea I could see the low gray hills of south-west Scotland in the far distance and up the coast, headlands receding, one after another, progressively turning from purple to gray.

I was immediately transported to the present and was in a state of pure bliss where I was totally at one with all around, earth, sea and sky. I’d read of this state, but never before remotely experienced it and here it was, joyful and uplifting, life changing even. A big black bird kept swooping in low over my head which I thought meant that most likely it had a nest with some young nearby and it was trying to scare me off.

I had no sense of time and had no desire to leave the mountaintop.

Eventually, as I started my descent, I came down another way following a small stream passing trees bursting in newly emerging leaves, and hedgerows full of wild flowers of great profusion and vigor. It occurred to me that since those Neolithic times, not too many humans had gone where I had, maybe a few thousand at most. This was never a populated area and even for those who were here, unless they knew of the special nature of Tievebulliagh there was no great reason for climbing it. That night I wrote an account of what had happened to me on my return to the Youth Hostel.

It had been a truly remarkable experience, a connection beyond my wildest dreams and the first time I had ever experienced anything that could be even vaguely regarded as spiritual.

Some eight years later, I took my new wife and son to the place. To my astonishment, what I had written down that very same day and experienced could not possibly have happened as I described it. In the pleasant spring sunshine, there was no mountain remotely near the grave and a map hastily consulted, revealed that Tievebulliagh was some 8 kms away, a distance I certainly never walked.

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Malcolm X

February 16th, 2010

When I was a young guy, in Ireland and growing up in London, I always like Malcolm X. He was bright, he was feisty, he stood up to whitey and the nonsense that racism foisted on him. I liked that he understood that the secret of living a balanced life is inside us, and that, in the end, he realized that he’d taken the wrong path in signing up with the Nation of Islam and it’s false guru, the now shamed and discredited Elija Muhammed. It takes a really brave man to say publicly “I was wrong” and Malcolm was certainly that.

How many of us have taken the wrong path in our lives? And how many of us have recovered from it?

“There are those who will consider it their duty, as friends of the Negro people, to tell us to revile him, to flee, even from the presence of his memory, to save ourselves by writing him out of the history of our turbulent times. Many will ask what Harlem finds to honor in this stormy, controversial and bold young captain—and we will smile. Many will say turn away—away from this man, for he is not a man but a demon, a monster, a subverter and an enemy of the black man—and we will smile. They will say that he is of hate—a fanatic, a racist—who can only bring evil to the cause for which you struggle! And we will answer and say to them: Did you ever talk to Brother Malcolm? Did you ever touch him, or have him smile at you? Did you ever really listen to him? Did he ever do a mean thing? Was he ever himself associated with violence or any public disturbance? For if you did you would know him. And if you knew him you would know why we must honor him.”

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real writers

February 15th, 2010

J.D. Salinger said in 1974, “I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.”

When I first came to the USA having been marketing director of a successful publishing house in the UK, I attended a conference with the sales people at St. Martin’s Press and presented my first list of books to them. Their sales director seized on one of the novels I’d presented and told me that in order to sell it to Barnes and Noble, Borders and the like, the 20% of the American book trade that account of 80% of the business, given that there are so many books to present and each title gets only 30 seconds of the attention of these important buyers, it was necessary to say something along the lines of “This novel is a cross between The Great Gatsby and Breakfast at Tiffanys”.

Such stupidity, of course, I’d come across before. I’d been asked by similarly small-brained people in the UK questions like this before, e.g. “Which market is this book aimed at?”

I’d always been most uncomfortable with questions like that, and indeed, always shied away from them. As a marketing director, I’d always tried to think of myself as a reader and that basic discipline, which never left me, over the years has served me in good stead. If I look at the books on my own bookshelf, by this kind of thinking, which market, or markets am I in? And in the sense that it’s any help to someone trying to make books appeal to the likes of me, is it of any relevance?

One of the unexpected, unanticipated joys of fatherhood was in re-discovering the pleasure of reading children’s books. For example, on my shelf, one might find a book aimed at 7th graders, one for pre-nursery kids (I like the artwork and the innocence of the story), an early Spenser novel by Robert B Parker, some P.G. Wodehouse and the complete works of William Blake, W.B. Yeats, Carl Gustav Jung and James Joyce. How would one market to someone like that, someone who would read whatever takes his fancy, someone who is willing to buy a book on spec, and either be delighted and surprised that he liked it, or, that he didn’t, and that not liking it was OK too?

Clearly, there are areas in which writing for a market might make sense. For example, if one looks at Cookery, as a generic area of publishing, or book selling, a good bookstore would have a range of titles. There will be books which are introductory books on the subject, books to get a reader started on cooking and food, for obviously, in a subject like this, if the ingredients are substandard, the end result will be too. Then there will be books within sub-categories, such as generic cookery, Chinese, Indian, American, Italian etc etc, cooking for special diets, books about food and eating some of which were nicknames ‘scholars cookbooks’ in the trade. The best-selling books in this category are probably the introductory books to cooking, and this will be reinforced by going into somewhere like Costco and noting that they’ll have a couple of basic, all-color-all you need to know about cooking books. So if your desire is to make a lot of money and you want to write a cookery book, this is probably the best place to start for it will have more appeal than Cooking for Serbo-Croats.

Books are different to other products in certain key ways. If you are in the business of producing beer, for example, and you produce the worst beer in the history of beer making, it may not sell at the $4 price you first envisioned. But if you keep on reducing the price, at a certain point, you’ll be able to sell it, for notwithstanding such matters as flavor and how quickly you’ll get a massive headache from drinking it, there will be a price at which you can sell all you have. Books aren’t like that and if you come across Build Your Own Nuclear Reactor At Home, unless you are one of a very few, even if it’s on sale at 5 cents a copy, most people won’t buy it.

Some time ago, the venerable publishing company of Faber and Faber hired an idiot for a marketing director and among the gimmicks he thought up to sell books was a helicopter tour of the UK with their best poets on board. Seamus Heaney, later a Nobel Laureate and in this writer’s view, the greatest living poet in the English language, wouldn’t go. He said something along the lines of “I’d be in danger of gaining a market and losing my readers”.

Seamus speaks of his approach to creativity as trying to come at the truth from traces of it that are inside rather than from evidence gained methodically from outside, following a sixth sense, proceeding on the off chance, testing the ground by throwing a shape…. He talks of impulse discovering direction, potential discovering structure and chance becoming design - a movement I depend on, the only process I trust.

A publishing cliché says there are three types of writers, typists, who put words on a page, storytellers and real writers.

So write for markets if you must, but as Salinger said, the only question worth asking of a writer is, “Were most of your stars out?”

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Extraordinary Shri Ganesha statue by Russian master

October 19th, 2009

Enjoy this beautiful work of art by Slava Reibin, a master from the Samara region of Russia. He digs the clay from three Ganesha swaymbhus in the Zhuiguli mountains and the semi precious stones at the base of the statue are from the same area.

The artist gave the statue gratis to the Australian yuva skaktis and it was presented as a gift to Shri Mataji on the occasion of the Shri Ganesha puja held at Palyanna in late 2009.

For those readers who can feel the divine cool breeze, the statue emanates that energy aplenty.

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Impressions of the International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti. Part 2

October 19th, 2009

Impressions of the International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti. Part 2

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The Great Visit of Holy Mother to Russia
(a letter to a rakhi-brother)

My dear brother, I am hurrying to share my impressions of the Great Visit of Holy Mother to Russia with you and the whole Sahaja family. September 11, 2009. Early chilly morning. The day is breaking. Thousands of Sahaja Yogis are leaving their sleeping bags, putting on their warm jackets and hurrying to meditation on the bank of the Volga with smiles on their faces. The plane with Shri Mataji will land very soon. The Russian land is in complete standstill waiting for Her Holy Feet. The realization of Mother’s and Her beloved husband’s Great Sacrifice – to undertake such a far travel for the sake of their children at such a venerable age – gives rise to awe preparing our chakras, channels and hearts.

And here is the much awaited news! We all are lining on the sides of the road. The torches are lit. All of us being in festive clothes hold rose petals with sinking hearts. The wind has come to a standstill. Even the Volga has stopped its flow – it only reflects the first rays of Sublime Suriya. Silence. But here come the sounds of drums – MOTHER enters the camp! Joy and Love fill our hearts and the hands shower Her car and Her way with tender petals of roses! It has happened!!!

International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

…The doors of Her house have closed. I know that the Goddess should have a rest, that the loving hands of my brothers and sisters will offer breakfast to Her now. That is why I go to meditate far from the house – not to bother Her. Suddenly I hear, “Mother is calling everybody to the house!” I ran on the cold dew and saw Her face! Her Divine eyes were pouring Love upon me, through me, upon all Her children. And we, enthusiastic, standing on our knees, with our hands in namaste, put our hearts to Her Lotus Feet! Our dear Dr. Bogdan went out and said, “It’s cold but Mother wanted a Puja and you have offered it”. The glass doors closed shielding the Goddess from the morning coolness… But the hearts! They were delirious with joy! Puja! Morning Puja! We even could not have dreamt about such a blessing! And bhajans were played, and the chorus of voices reached the heaven! I raised my head – each leaf gilded by the morning sun against the background of the blue sky turned towards Her!

International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

Tears were rolling along the cheeks: I am belonging to the greatest event which is celebrated by nature here, on Shri Ganesha’s land [Togliatti is the Muladhara of Russia]. “Vishva Vandita” was performed and we, Russian children, bent all our ego (and =, may be, the ego of the Planet) in a deep namaskar to the Lotus Feet of the great Goddess. In the quietest awe, we left the regal court.

The next day, as soon as it was announced that Shri Mataji had decided to start the Puja in the afternoon, all the Yogis immediately gathered on the glade in front of the stage waiting for Great Mother. I could see only a sea of Yogis and the bottomless sky where the burning rays of the sun were covered with clouds in a very caring way. Suddenly everybody stood up and turned his/her head towards Shri Mataji’s house – Mother was coming out from it! And what a miracle! All of a sudden a flock of birds appeared above the house. They were making circles and spirals. And we, charmed by that view, were watching this magic dance. Then, high in the sky, they slowly followed Shri Mataji’s car accompanying Her to the stage. At the same time the clouds opened the sun and a stream of rays rushed to the stage. The heart could not bear such a divine and touching view and there appeared tears in the eyes of many of us.

International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

Children started worshipping Mother. In awe and silence they went up onto the stage and showered the Lotus Feet with rose petals. During the whole Puja, Shri Mataji was sitting on Her throne a little bit bending Her head down as if directing Her Sahasrara towards all the Yogis. The vibrations were so strong that it seemed we were going through the dimensions and depths unknown to us before. In such a sublime state and oneness, we solemnly performed the last verse of the Aarti and the third Great Mantra. Then thousands of Yogis bowed in a grateful namaskar pouring their love to the Highest Goddess of all the existing, to the Queen of the Universe.

International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

Sir C.P.’s speech and the gift to the Russian collective – the picture of Shri Mataji in a gilded frame – followed the offering of presents to Shri Mataji. Our gratitude was endless and we applauded standing.

Sir C.P. in Russia

When Shri Mataji was leaving the stage, Dr. Bogdan said that we all should start meditating to absorb the essence of Mother. All humbly sat down putting their attention to Sahasrara and trying to drain the cup of vibrations which our Divine Mother was pouring onto each of us.

 

The next day Marriage Ceremonies were to take place and we were making a garland for Gauri Puja. Somehow it was very difficult vibrationally and we felt very tired. And suddenly wonderful news arrived: the day before Sir C.P. and Sadhana Didi had been crying with joy because for the first time in the history of Sahaja Yoga al the vibrations were absorbed after the Puja and Shri Mataji felt wonderful!!! Our joy had no limits! All the tiredness vanished. A deep feeling of gratitude overfilled our heart: She helped us to reach the state in which we could make Her pleased!

 International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

Dear brother, when we meet I’ll tell you in detail about each blessed hour which lasts like a year when we prepare something for Shri Mataji. Though only She – the Goddess –the One Who directs us with motherly love along the road of spiritual evolution knows the real essence of the events.

Jai Shri Mataji!

International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti

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Impressions of the International Sahaja Yoga Festival Held in September, 09 in Togliatti. Part 1

October 19th, 2009

“There is some small universe in your head, absolutely empty, and joy. One couldn’t even imagine that one day Shri Mataji would come to Russia”.

Yaroslav Salmin

Sahaja Yoga International Festival in Russia, 2009

“When Shri Mataji and Sir C.P. arrived at the Puja, yogis just showered them with ovation and love, without any fanaticism but with all humility and complete response. Such things simply make you admire”.

Lyudmila Lomakina

Sahaja Yoga International Festival in Russia, 2009

“Fabulous pure energies of Yuva Shakti, they are ancient souls indeed, they have lots of dedication and love and all the time Mother gave them much attention, and it was felt that they are Her hope… And then we saw Mother off and there wasn’t any sadness, there was only peace”.

Larisa Sterkhova

Sahaja Yoga International Festival in Russia, 2009

“This festival was an embodiment of divine spontaneity for me”.

Anya Shihova

Sahaja Yoga International Festival in Russia, 2009

“Each of us will remember these moments forever as the happiest ones. They gave much enthusiasm and powers to thousands of people for establishing Sahaja Yoga on Earth”.

Nikita Marakasov

Sahaja Yoga International Festival in Russia, 2009

“Mother has been there in Her Physical Form, this place has become a swayambhu forever. Mother’s Energy has spread all around, and we as small particles were dissolved in it, all our small egos, thoughts, feelings have merged into one big strength – LOVE…”

Konstantin Sterkhov

Sahaja Yoga International Festival in Russia, 2009

“The incredible feeling of tenderness and love, so touching care for each other have spread in the air…”

Yulia Pronenko

Sahaja Yoga International Festival in Russia, 2009

“She came… as a breath of wind…
As tenderness of the lightest words…
And gave each and everyone the blessing –
To be beyond all illusions and shackles…

She came… as freshness of waterfalls…
As a soft cool stream…
Dissolved all barriers in an instant
In order to light the spark of joy.

She came… as a gold song…
Whose sound only heart can hear…
As lightness of heavenly tenderness
Opened to us how to be an eternal light…

She came…. as a palpitation of small leaves…
They give a sweetness again and again..
As a silent echo between lines…
She is the One Who is called Love…”

Marianna Gevorkyan

Sahaja Yoga International Festival in Russia, 2009

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11 ways to reduce stress without spending a dime

October 18th, 2009

Just saw this on http://holykaw.alltop.com/ten-ways-to-reduce-stress-for-free – what a lot of nonsense, I can think of a number of these ’solutions’ which would be potentially stressful. Try method number 11 – MEDITATION – I guarantee it works. http://www.freemeditation.ca/ You’ll experience thoughtless awareness, an experience as stress reducing aa anything on this earth.

10 Ways to Reduce Stress Without Spending a Dime

Did you know that a recent Stanford University study conducted by cellular biologist Dr. Bruce Lipton concluded that “over 95% of all illnesses occur because of stress in the body’s autonomic nervous system”?

Did you also know that

stress can seriously accelerate the rate at which you age because of the incredible strain it puts on your body?

Stress was already at alarming levels before these past few months, but it’s now at critical levels for so many of us. There is no escaping the media coverage of the planet’s recent economical debacles and everyone, at some point, will feel some pain in their pocketbook.

So many people have lost the value of their homes, or they’ve lost their homes due to hurricanes, fires or bankruptcy, they’ve lost the value of their life savings and in some cases they’ve even lost their jobs to recent cutbacks. It’s quite unsettling to hear financial experts compare this period to the crisis of 1929 and it’s equally scary to hear the head of the most powerful country in the world sound the alarm on the current financial situation.

Most of us have never (EVER) thought about how dangerous

stress can be to our health and very few of us make the conscious effort to manage stress so it doesn’t take over our lives.

Normal levels of stress won’t harm you, but high levels of

stress can lead to these negative health conditions:

  • Heart palpitations
  • Panic/anxiety attacks
  • Chest pain
  • Dizziness
  • Depression
  • Irritable bowel syndrome
  • Spastic colon
  • Hypoglycemia (low blood sugar)
  • Chronic fatigue (constant tiredness)
  • Chronic headaches
  • Insomnia
  • PMS – Premenstrual tension

Stress can also change your personality and affect how you interact and deal with others. When you look at problems like anger, irritability, aggressiveness, verbal abuse, mood swings and road rage, you can see how they can be brought on by too much stress in your life.

When stress gets out of hand, it’s time to find practical ways to slow down and lower your stress levels.

I know that money is tight for a lot of us, so I’ve compiled a list of 10 easy and free stress-reducing activities you can do right now to help lower your negative stress levels:

  1. Turn off the TV: This might sound obvious but watching the financial news channels all day long will only increase your stress level since they report on the latest downs in the stock market on a minute-by-minute base.
  2. Go for a walk: This time of the year is so precious, especially if you live in an area with tons of trees. Take time to reconnect with Mother Nature and take time to escape from all the bad news.
  3. Call up a friend: Sometimes, just the fact of spending time with a friend over a cup of coffee or a walk can make a huge difference to the way you feel. Don’t underestimate the power of human contact and friendship when times are difficult.
  4. Take advantage of free events: Each city has a list of weekly free activities that are open to the public. Grab a newspaper and find out which ones might interest you and go out there and discover something new!
  5. Hang out at your favorite bookstore: This is an activity I’ve always enjoyed so much. You can spend hours just browsing and looking at the latest books. Who knows, this might spark your creative juices!
  6. De-clutter your home: Most North Americans have closets and even garages filled with products that they’ve bought and never used. In many cases, a lot of us still have sales tags on items that are just sitting there. This might be the perfect time to clean up your home and organize a garage sale or you take your clothing to secondhand stores. Remember that someone’s junk is someone else’s treasure. Also, because times are tougher,
    many people
    will turn to secondhand stores and garage sales to find affordable items for themselves or to give as gifts during the Holidays.
  7. Treat yourself to a hot bubble bath by candlelight: This is such a relaxing activity. If you take as little as thirty minutes to soak away your worries, you’ll feel like a new person.
  8. Bake your favorite cookies or your favorite cake: Nothing is more comforting than homemade desserts and cookies. Why not take time to make some and take the time to enjoy them. The activity of baking will get your mind off of things and your hands working. Now, you might have to buy a few extra ingredients that you don’t usually store in your pantry, but this stress-reducing activity should not cost you much.Note: If you are stresses everyday, please don’t eat a cake everyday. This is for occasional use only!
  9. Brew a special cup of tea or coffee and sit down in your favorite chair: Grab a book or your favorite hobby magazine and take some “me” time. Even if you’re able to take 30 minutes of “me” time while the kids are away at their piano lessons … this will do you a world of good.
  10. Update your photo album: We usually take photos of the happy times we want to remember. By updating your photo album and putting in recent photos you’ve not had the time to file yet, you can be transported to those times where you were happy and smiling. The feeling from this activity will surely lift your spirits and lower your stress levels.

Sometimes the simplest things can be extremely effective and because there is no (or little) investment of money, you can start putting these stress-busters to effect immediately!

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Who is the teacher and who is the pupil?

October 18th, 2009

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big ‘F’ at the top of his papers .

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, ‘Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners… he is a joy to be around..’ His second grade teacher wrote, ‘Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.’ His third grade teacher wrote, ‘His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn’t show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.’ Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, ‘Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class.’

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy’s. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, ‘Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.’

After the children left, she cried for an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her ‘teacher’s pets..’

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honours. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer…. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson’s ear, ‘Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me.. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.’

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back… She said, ‘Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.’

Teddy Stoddard is now he Dr at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.

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