On Courage

“So you think I’m courageous?” she asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“Perhaps I am. But that’s because I’ve had some inspiring teachers. I’ll
tell you about one of them. Many years ago, when I worked as a
volunteer at Stanford Hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liza
who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of
recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her five-year-old
brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had
developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor
explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he
would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for
only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, ‘Yes, I’ll do it if
it will save Liza.’
“As the transfusion progressed, he lay in a bed next to his sister and
smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his
face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and
asked with a trembling voice, ‘Will I start to die right away?’
“Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was
going to have to give her all his blood.
“Yes, I’ve learned courage,” she added, “because I’ve had inspiring
teachers.”
Dan Millman

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It Can’t Happen Here?

We need 4 hugs a day for survival. We need 8 hugs a day for
maintenance. We need 12 hugs a day for growth.
Virginia Satir

We always teach people to hug each other in our workshops and
seminars. Most people respond by saying, “You could never hug people
where I work.” Are you sure?
Here is a letter from a graduate of one of our seminars.
Dear Jack,
I started out this day in rather a bleak mood. My friend Rosalind
stopped over and asked me if I was giving hugs today. I just grumbled
something but then I began to think about hugs and everything during
the week. I would look at the sheet you gave us on How to Keep the
Seminar Alive and I would cringe when I got to the part about giving
and getting hugs because I couldn’t imagine giving hugs to the people at
work.
Well I decided to make it “hugs day” and I started giving hugs to the
customers who came to my counter. It was great to see how people just
brightened up. An MBA student jumped up on top of the counter and
did a dance. Some people actually came back and asked for more. These
two Xerox repair guys, who were kind of just walking along not really
talking to each other, were so surprised, they just woke up and suddenly
were talking and laughing down the hall.
It feels like I hugged everybody in the Wharton Business School, plus
whatever was wrong with me this morning, which included some
physical pain, is all gone. I’m sorry that this letter is so long but I’m just
really excited. The neatest thing was, at one point there were about 10
people all hugging each other out in front of my counter. I couldn’t
believe this was happening.
Love, Pamela Rogers
P.S.: On the way home I hugged a policeman on 37th Street. He said,
“Wow! Policemen never get hugs. Are you sure you don’t want to throw
something at me?” Another seminar graduate sent us the following piece on hugging:
Hugging Is
Hugging is healthy. It helps the immune system, cures depression,
reduces stress and induces sleep. It’s invigorating, rejuvenating and has
no unpleasant side effects. Hugging is nothing less than a miracle drug.
Hugging is all natural. It is organic, naturally sweet, no artificial
ingredients, nonpolluting, environmentally friendly and 100 percent
wholesome.
Hugging is the ideal gift. Great for any occasion, fun to give and
receive, shows you care, comes with its awn wrapping and, of course,
fully returnable.
Hugging is practically perfect. No batteries to wear out, inflation-proof,
nonfattening, no monthly payments, theft-proof and nontaxable.
Hugging is an underutilized resource with magical powers. When we
open our hearts and arms, we encourage others to do the same.
Think of the people in your life. Are there any words you’d like to say?
Are there any hugs you want to share? Are you waiting and hoping
someone else will ask first? Please don’t wait! Initiate!
Charles Faraone
Jack Canfield

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The Hugging Judge

‘Don’t bug me! Hug me!’ – Bumper Sticker
Lee Shapiro is a retired judge. He is also one of the most genuinely
loving people we know. At one point in his career, Lee realized that
love is the greatest power there is. As a result, Lee became a hugger. He
began offering everybody a hug. His colleagues dubbed him “the
hugging judge” (as opposed to the hanging judge, we suppose). The
bumper sticker on his car reads, “Don’t bug me! Hug me!”
About six years ago Lee created what he calls his Hugger Kit. On the
outside it reads “A heart for a hug.” The inside contains thirty little red
embroidered hearts with stickums on the back. Lee will take out his
Hugger Kit, go around to people and offer them a little red heart in
exchange for a hug.
Lee has become so well known for this that he is often invited to
keynote conferences and conventions, where he shares his message of
unconditional love. At a conference in San Francisco, the local news
media challenged him by saying, “It is easy to give out hugs here in the
conference to people who self-selected to be here. But this would never
work in the real world.”
They challenged Lee to give away some hugs on the streets of San
Francisco. Followed by a television crew from the local news station,
Lee went out onto the street. First he approached a woman walking by.
“Hi, I’m Lee Shapiro, the hugging judge. I’m giving out these hearts in
exchange for a hug.” “Sure,” she replied. “Too easy,” challenged the
local commentator. Lee looked around. He saw a meter maid who was
being given a hard time by the owner of a BMW to whom she was
giving a ticket. He marched up to her, camera crew in tow, and said,
“You look like you could use a hug. I’m the hugging judge and I’m
offering you one.” She accepted.
The television commentator threw down one final challenge. “Look,
here comes a bus. San Francisco bus drivers are the toughest, crabbiest,
meanest people in the whole town. Let’s see you get him to hug you.”
Lee took the challenge.
As the bus pulled up to the curb, Lee said, “Hi, I’m Lee Shapiro, the
hugging judge. This has got to be one of the most stressful jobs in the
whole world. I’m offering hugs to people today to lighten the load a little. Would you like one?” The six-foot-two, 230-pound bus driver got
out of his seat, stepped down and said, “Why not?”
Lee hugged him, gave him a heart and waved good-bye as the bus
pulled out. The TV crew was speechless. Finally, the commentator said,
“I have to admit, I’m very impressed.”
One day Lee’s friend Nancy Johnston showed up on his doorstep. Nancy
is a professional clown and she was wearing her clown costume,
makeup and all. “Lee, grab a bunch of your Hugger Kits and let’s go out
to the home for the disabled.”
When they arrived at the home, they started giving out balloon hats,
hearts and hugs to the patients. Lee was uncomfortable. He had never
before hugged people who were terminally ill, severely retarded or
quadriplegic. It was definitely a stretch. But after a while it became
easier, with Nancy and Lee acquiring an entourage of doctors, nurses
and orderlies who followed them from ward to ward.
After several hours they entered the last ward. These were 34 of the
worst cases Lee had seen in his life. The feeling was so grim it took his
heart away. But out of their commitment to share their love and to make
a difference, Nancy and Lee started working their way around the room
followed by the entourage of medical staff, all of whom by now had
hearts on their collars and balloon hats on their heads.
Finally, Lee came to the last person, Leonard. Leonard was wearing a
big white bib which he was drooling on. Lee looked at Leonard
dribbling onto his bib and said, “Let’s go, Nancy. There’s no way we can
get through to this person.” Nancy replied, “C’mon, Lee. He’s a fellow
human being, too, isn’t he?” Then she placed a funny balloon hat on his
head. Lee took one of his little red hearts and placed it on Leonard’s bib.
He took a deep breath, leaned down and gave Leonard a hug.
All of a sudden Leonard began to squeal, “Eeeeehh! Eeeeeehh!” Some
of the other patients in the room began to clang things together. Lee
turned to the staff for some sort of explanation only to find that every
doctor, nurse and orderly was crying. Lee asked the head nurse, “What’s
going on?”
Lee will never forget what she said: “This is the first time in 23 years
we’ve ever seen Leonard smile.”
How simple it is to make a difference in the lives of others.
Jack Canfield and Mark V. Hansen
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True Love

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Moses Mendelssohn, the grandfather of the well-known German

composer, was far from being handsome. Along with a rather short

stature, he had a grotesque hunchback.

One day he visited a merchant in Hamburg who had a lovely daughter

named Frumtje. Moses fell hopelessly in love with her. But Frumtje was

repulsed by his misshapen appearance.

When it came time for him to leave, Moses gathered his courage and

climbed the stairs to her room to take one last opportunity to speak with

her. She was a vision of heavenly beauty, but caused him deep sadness

by her refusal to look at him. After several attempts at conversation,

Moses shyly asked, “Do you believe marriages are made in heaven?”

“Yes,” she answered, still looking at the floor. “And do you?”

“Yes I do,” he replied. “You see, in heaven at the birth of each boy, the

Lord announces which girl he will marry. When I was born, my future

bride was pointed out to me. Then the Lord added, ‘But your wife will

be humpbacked.’

“Right then and there I called out, ‘Oh Lord, a humpbacked woman

would be a tragedy. Please, Lord, give me the hump and let her be

beautiful.’”

Then Frumtje looked up into his eyes and was stirred by some deep

memory. She reached out and gave Mendelssohn her hand and later

became his devoted wife.

Barry and Joyce Vissell

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Heart Song

Once upon a time there was a great man who married the woman of his

dreams. With their love, they created a little girl. She was a bright and

cheerful little girl and the great man loved her very much.

When she was very little, he would pick her up, hum a tune and dance

with her around the room, and he would tell her, “I love you, little girl.”

When the little girl was growing up, the great man would hug her and

tell her, “I love you, little girl.” The little girl would pout and say, “I’m

not a little girl anymore.” Then the man would laugh and say, “But to

me, you’ll always be my little girl.”

The little girl who-was-not-little-anymore left her home and went into

the world. As she learned more about herself, she learned more about

the man. She saw that he truly was great and strong, for now she

recognized his strengths. One of his strengths was his ability to express

his love to his family. It didn’t matter where she went in the world, the

man would call her and say, “I love you, little girl.”

The day came when the little girl who-was-not-little-anymore received a

phone call. The great man was damaged.

He had had a stroke. He was aphasic, they explained to the girl. He

couldn’t talk anymore and they weren’t sure that he could understand the

words spoken to him. He could no longer smile, laugh, walk, hug, dance

or tell the little girl who-was-not-little-anymore that he loved her.

And so she went to the side of the great man. When she walked into the

room and saw him, he looked small and not strong at all. He looked at

her and tried to speak, but he could not.

The little girl did the only thing she could do. She climbed up on the bed

next to the great man. Tears ran from both of their eyes and she drew

her arms around the useless shoulders of her father.

Her head on his chest, she thought of many things. She remembered the

wonderful times together and how she had always felt protected and

cherished by the great man. She felt grief for the loss she was to endure,

the words of love that had comforted her.

And then she heard from within the man, the beat of his heart. The heart

where the music and the words had always lived. The heart beat on,

steadily unconcerned about the damage to the rest of the body. And

while she rested there, the magic happened. She heard what she needed

to hear. His heart beat out the words that his mouth could no longer say….

I love you I love you I love you Little girl Little girl Little girl

And she was comforted.

Patty Hansen

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