“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
Category Archives: Books
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
The Hugging Judge
‘Don’t bug me! Hug me!’ – Bumper Sticker
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