tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58188332011-11-27T15:26:34.953-08:00small stories and articles which leave a mark......they either entertain or inspirethe saintnoreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818833.post-1120717177847826162005-07-06T23:18:00.000-07:002005-07-06T23:23:55.560-07:00

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005 at Stanford University. I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell

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1816 - Family was forced out of home, and he had to work to support them 1818 - His mother died 1831 - Failed in business 1832 - Lost election for legislature 1832 - Lost his job 1832 - Wanted to go to law school but couldn’t get in 1833 - Began a business and went bankrupt, spent next 17 years paying off the debt 1835 - Sweetheart died 1836 - Nervous breakdown 1838 - Sought

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On July 20, 1969, as commander of the Apollo 11Lunar Module, Neil Armstrong was the first person to set foot on the moon. His first words after stepping on the moon, "That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind," were televised to Earth and heard by millions. But just before he re-entered the lander, he made the enigmatic remark: "Good luck, Mr. Gorsky." Many people at NASA

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A university creative writing class was asked to write a concise essay containing these four elements: - religion - royalty - sex - mystery The prize-winning essay read: "My God," said the Queen. "I'm pregnant. I wonder who did it?"

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FOR A FRIEND For the love of a friend One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow

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The woman in a gingham dress and the man in a homespun suit got off the train in Boston and made their way to the office of the president of Harvard University. They did not have an appointment. They entered the outer office where the secretary looked at them with disdain, taking in the gingham dress and homespun suit. "What can I do for you?" she snapped. "We wish to see the president" the

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Small Gestures At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the school's students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question. "Everything God does is done with perfection yet, my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot

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bigger.. another email.... " Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror, complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion. "If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between your breasts for a few seconds." Willing to

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got the following in poem in the mail, author unknown, but the sentiments are known... " Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He knows I like him just as well, As in the days when I rang his bell. And he

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