“It’s not about purpose. It’s not about healthy eating. It’s not about rest, or relationships, or religion or exercise. I only have two secrets that helped me live to 103-years old.”
The woman on the tv screen was mesmerizing. My dad and I sat together smiling, hanging onto her every word. She lived on this earth for more than a century, but her face was barely wrinkled. She stood without a hunch. She spoke without any slurred speech or delay. Mentally, she seemed as fit as I am.
There must have been something that led to this kind of sustained…
With slippery hands gently clutched around my knees, back curled over ninety-degrees, face looking down into the scalding cement pavement, I focused on catching my breath and wiping off the ovular drops of sweat that were relay-racing from the top of my forehead down into my eyes and congregating just above my top lip.
I straightened out, put my hands over my head to give my lungs some expansion room, let out a booming exhale and turned up the volume on the little voice that was offering words of wisdom inside my ears.
That’s when I heard a phrase that…
“There was blood everywhere. But wait, let me backtrack.”
“This piercing voice was screaming so loudly that I could hear her from the second floor. She lives on the fourth. I’m a nurse, so when I hear somebody screeching, “Heeeeelp! Heeeeelp!” I spring into action. I jolted out of my apartment and checked all the rooms on my floor. Then I sprinted up the stairs to the third floor. The screaming wasn’t coming from there either.
I raced up to the fourth floor, and I heard it loud and clear. “Help! Help me right now!” I crept into apartment 4F…
Jeff Hoffman, founder of Priceline.com, lives his life as epically as possible. Growing up, Jeff had tremendous aspirations like going to an Ivy League school, traveling around the world, and winning a Grammy.
And although Jeff would not consider himself a student, a nomad, or a musician, he was able to accomplish all three of these unlikely feats.
How was he able to do this, you may ask?
Well, he had a creative system for achieving his goals. He thought differently, he was patient, he was opportunistic, he was lucky. …
“Hi! I’m here to surprise my grandma for her 92nd birthday, and I was wondering if you could show me to her table?”
“I want to take this one!” she said to the ladies around her. “This is going to be so cute and exciting! Where does she think you are now?”
The bubbly hostess was eager to help me execute the surprise. She even offered to take my phone and videotape for me. But I needed it. My plan was to call my grandma and wish her a happy birthday. …
I’m currently listening to an audiobook called If I Could Tell You Just One Thing… 50 notable celebrities from around the world share their single greatest piece of advice.
Most of them are pretty common. Think positive, help others, work as hard as you possibly can. But, as I listened to one anecdote in particular, I couldn’t help but miss my subway stop.
Heston Blumenthal, chef, restauranteur, and innovator, revealed what helped him create the world’s best restaurant.
He explained how from a young age, he tried to challenge conventional beliefs. …
Imagine you were thrown into water without knowing how to swim.
Would you flail around until somebody came to help you?
Would you give up and sink underneath the surface?
Would you figure out a way to keep yourself afloat?
How would you survive?
When Molly the Mouse came to me with answers to these questions, at first, I was skeptical. But after listening to her story, I realized something.
Molly had been thrown into water without knowing how to swim. And not to mention, it was by a Harvard Psychologist, who also happened to be her best friend.
Carly was different from her 5-year old classmates. They wanted to be astronauts, NASCAR drivers, and firefighters. Not Carly. Carly wanted to be perfect.
“But you can’t be perfect, Carly. Nobody is. It’s impossible to be perfect.” Carly’s teacher pleaded.
But Carly was precocious. “You told us anything was possible last week Mrs. G! I’m going to be perfect! You’ll see!”
But later that day, Carly received a B on her spelling test, and her quest for perfection was over. She was devastated. But easing the sniffles and wiping her eyes with a soft tissue was Mrs. G.