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Good or bad, hard to tell…absolutely agree!

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Once upon a time, there was a great king.

He has a smart henchman and always takes him along everywhere.

One day, the king got bitten by a dog giving him a severe wound. He asked the henchman

“Is this some kind of bad luck?

” The henchman said “Good or bad. Hard to tell.” Finally the king lost his finger.

He asked the henchman again

“Is this some kind of bad luck?” Same reply by the henchman “Good or bad. Hard to tell.

The King got very angry and orders to put him in the jail.

Few days later, the king went out for hunting and got caught by barbarians.

They wanted to sacrifice the king.

Fortunately, they found that the king’s fingers are not complete so they decided to release the king

because he’s not a complete human anymore.

The king went back to the castle and immedietly orders to release the henchman.

He is now understands what the henchman said about “Good or not. hard to tell.

Something which seems to be good can be bad later on and, likewise, something which seems

to be bad can be good finally.

He apologized to the henchman but the henchman wasn’t angry with him at all. He told the king

“If you didn’t put me in jail I would have to go with you and the barbarians would sacrifice me instead after they found

that your fingers are incomplete.

Truely, good or bad depends on how we look at it. If we understand this inconsistency

we will live in the world very happily.

 

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A Farewell Letter

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If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life,

possibly I wouldn’t say all that I think, but rather I would think of all that I say. 

I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean. 

I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes

we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when others hold back. 

I would wake when others sleep. 

I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream! 

If God were to give me a piece of life,

I would dress simply, throw myself face first into the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul. 

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. 

Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem,

and a Serrat song would be the serenade I’d offer to the moon. 

With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals.

My God, if I had a piece of life… 

I wouldn’t let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them. 

I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. 

I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, 

not knowing that they grow old when they cease to love! 

To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. 

I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting. 

So much have I learned from you, oh men…

I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain,

without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled. 

I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father’s finger ,

he has him trapped forever. 

I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only

when he has to help the other get to his feet. 

From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won’t be of much use,

for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying.

How many other things are we missing?

“A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC

 and started to play the violin; 

it was a cold January morning.

 He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. 

During that time, sinceit was rush hour, it was calculated 

that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. 

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed 

there was musician playing. 

He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, 

and then hurried up to meet his schedule. 

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip:

 a woman threw the money in the till

and without stopping, and continued to walk. 

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall 

to listen to him, but the man looked

at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work. 

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy.  

His mother tagged him along, hurried,

 but 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.

 All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on. 

In the 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.

When he finished playing and silence took over, 

no one noticed it.  No one applauded, 

nor was there any recognition. 

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, 

one of the most talented musicians in the world. 

He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written,

 on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. 

Two days before his playing in the subway, 

Joshua Bell sold out at 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 priorities of people. 

The outlines were: in a common place environment at an inappropriate hour: 

Do weperceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it?

 Do we recognize the talent in anunexpected context? 

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

 If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world

 playing the best music ever written, 

how many other things are we missing?”

The cab driver !

One day I hired a cab and took off for the Railway Station. 

We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a Mercedes car jumped out of parking space right in front of us. 

My cab driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! 

The driver of the Mercedes car whipped his head around and started shouting at us. 
My cab driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And was totally cool as if nothing happened.
 So I asked, ‘Why did you keep quiet? 
This guy almost caused an accident andwe could had been in the hospital!’ 
This is when my cab driver taught me a lesson which I will not forget throughout my life. 
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. 
They move around full of junk, full of resentment, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they’ll dump iton you. Don’t take it personally. 

Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. 

Don’t take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. 

The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. 

Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so … Love the people who treat you right. 

Pray for the ones who don’t. 

Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it! 

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I am not handsome, but when women hear me play, they come crawling to my feet.

Niccolo Paganini (1782-1840) 

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Niccolo Paganini was born in Genoa, Italy, Oct 27, 1782. He was one of six children born to Teresa and Antonio Paganini. He was an Italian violinist and a composer, considered by many as the greatest of all time.

            He received music lessons from his father before he was 6 years old and later from the best instructors in Genoa. He began to perform in public and composed his first sonata in 1790. In 1795 he went to Parma, Italy to study but the teachers there told him they could do nothing more for him. He then commenced on a course of self-training so rigorous that he often played 15 hours a day. In 1797 he started his concert tours, which for many years consisted of triumph after triumph. From 1805 to 1808 he was the court solo violinist at Lucca, appointed by Napoleon’s sister Elisa Bacciocchi.            In 1809 Nicolo became a free-lance soloist performing his own music. He performed concerts throughout Italy.

 In early 1828 Nicolo began a six and half year tour that started in Vienna and ended in Paris in September 1834. During the two and half year period from August 1828 to February, 1831 he visited some 40 cities in Germany, Bohemia, and Poland. Performances in Vienna, Paris, and London were hailed widely, and his tour in 1832 through England and Scotland made him wealthy.

His playing of tender passages was so beautiful that his audiences often burst into tears, and yet, he could perform with such force and velocity that at Vienna one listener became half crazed and declared that for some days that he had seen the Devil helping the violinist.

Once his fame was established, Paganini’s life was a mixture of triumphs and personal excesses. He earned large sums of money but he indulged recklessly in gambling and other forms of dissipation. On one occasion he was forced to pawn his violin. Having requested the loan of a violin from a wealthy French merchant so that he could fulfill an engagement, he was given a Guarnerius violin by the merchant and later refused to take it back when the concert was over. It was Paganini’s treasure and was bequeathed to the people of Genoa by the violinist and is still carefully preserved in that city

Paganini’s genius as a player overshadows his work as a composer. He wrote much of his music for his own performances, music so difficult that it was commonly thought that he entered into a pack with the Devil. His compositions included 24 caprices (published in 1820) for unaccompanied violin that are among the most difficult works ever written for the instrument. He also challenged musicians with such compositions as his 12 sonatas for violin and guitar; 6 violin concerti; and 6 quartets for violin, viola, cello, and guitar.

According to Philip Sandblom in his book Creativity and Disease few geniuses have experienced such lucky agonies as Paganini, bedeviled by a host of chronic complaints, including Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, marked by excessive flexibility of the joints. “This enabled Paganini to perform the astonishing double-stoppings and roulades for which he was famous”, Sandblom writes. “His wrist was so loose that he could move and twist it in all directions. Although his hand was not disproportional he could thus double its reach and play in the first three positions without shifting.”

            It is well known that Paganini rarely practiced after his 30th birthday. Those who were closely associated with him used to marvel at his brilliant technique and watched him closely to discover how he retained it.

In performance Paganini enjoyed playing tricks, like tuning one of his strings a semitone high, or playing the majority of a piece on one string after breaking the other three. He astounded audiences with techniques that included harmonics, double stops, pizzicato with the left as well as the right hand, and near impossible fingerings and bowings.

Antonia Bianchi, a singer who toured with Nicolo in 1825, bore him a son, Cyrus Alexander on July 23, 1825. Although they were never married, he did lavish affection on his son for the rest of his life.

Known as a gambler, he unsuccessfully attempted to open a gambling casino in Paris in 1838. Later he moved to Marseilles and then to Nice, France where he died on May 27, 1840.

All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

“All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems… But all these stars are silent. You-You alone will have stars as no one else has them… In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars will be laughing when you look at the sky at night..You, only you, will have stars that can laugh! And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me… You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure… It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh”

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Think About it? Was it worth it?

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there,

 to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or to help you figure out who you are

 or who you want to become. 

You never know who these people may be – a roommate, a neighbor, a professor, a friend, a lover,

 or even a complete stranger – but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment 

they will affect your life in some profound way. 

Sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first,

 but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized

 your potential, strength, willpower, or heart. 

Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. 

Without these small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved straight 

flat road to nowhere.

 It would be safe and comfortable,but dull and utterly pointless. 

The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls youexperience, 

help to create who you are and who you become. Even the badexperiences can be learned from. 

In fact, they are sometimes the most important ones. 

If someone loves you, give love back to them in whatever way you can, not onlybecause they love you,

 but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and how toopen your heart and eyes to things. 

If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them,

 for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious 

to whom you open your heart. 

Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from those moments every thing 

that you possibly can for you may never be able to experience it again. 

Talk to people that you have never talked to before, and listen to what they have to say. 

Let yourself fall in love, break free, and set your sights high.

 Hold your head up becauseyou have every right to. 

Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don’t believe in yourself, 

it will be hard for others to believe in you. 

You can make anything you wish of your life. Create your own life and then go out and live it 

with absolutely no regrets. 

And if you love someone tell them, for you never know what tomorrow may have in store. 

Learn a lesson in life each day that you live! 

Today is the tomorrow you were worried about yesterday. 

Think About it? Was it worth it?

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