“We don’t get a chance to do that many things, and every one should be really excellent. Because this is our life. Life is brief, and then you die, you know? So this is what we’ve chosen to do with out life.”
Every one, every activity and task we do, should be excellent. Don’t take an endeavor lightly:
- Either you are building a company or watching TV.
- Having family dinner with your friends or eating a powerbar in the car.
- Writing a book or reading a gossip magazine.
- Organizing your home or letting the compost pile up.
- Giving the postman a smile, or ignoring her.
Steve Jobs was born in San Francisco—my own “home sweet home”. He was the co-founder and CEO of Apple and was incredibly influential in the technology sector, revolutionizing how we interact with technology and computers. Although Jobs started his adulthood with little direction, he soon discovered that he could be truly excellent in the field of technology and business. After traveling the world and working for Atari, Steve Jobs founded Apple Computers with Steve Wozniak. The duo created a product and business model that allowed the average American to have access to a computer. Tragically, Jobs died of pancreatic cancer in 2011 at 56 years old. He has left us with a legacy of hard work, creativity, and dedication to one’s goals.
She was running around underneath the loquat tree, searching, searching. She could hear the sound and she knew he was nearby. But where was he? She looked underneath the bushes by the side door; she ran by the bedroom window, but when she scampered across the lawn to the black walnut tree, the whistle would call her back. She had gone too far, and knew to return.
Whistle, whistle. Ever so softly. It was comforting, familiar. Dad could whistle from his mouth without puckering his mouth into an “o.” No one knew how to whistle like him, and certainly the kids at school didn’t because they only knew the “o” way. It was out of the side of his mouth and was not too strong but always the same, sure tone.
Around and around she still couldn’t find him! Under every bush, behind every tree… and finally she heard a voice, “Look up.” And there he was, standing near the uppermost parts of the branches of her beloved loquat tree, looking down lovingly, laughingly, at his seven year old daughter. She sensed a flooding of relief, at last of knowing where he was. And boy was he smart, she thought. She had never thought to look up…
And that’s how I think of you now, Dad. You’re watching over me. You’re smiling and watching me grow and learn and strive…. and when I seem to get off track a little bit, or confused, or even downcast, or get a little too far out near the black walnut tree, I hear your whistle in my mind. I look up. I can see you smiling. “You’re doing O.K.”
Thanks, Dad, for watching over me. You have given me the inspiration to pursue…
I hope I make it to the top of the loquat tree. I bet the views are marvelous up there. It’s a lot easier to see up there, isn’t it? You climbed the tree and you know what it is like. But Dad, I don’t feel as if I have even started climbing yet! I’m still running around on the ground trying to decide which tree to climb. That’s the hardest decision! But I know when I do start climbing it will be very natural for me, I think…. I hope I follow your way. Not your career, but the way you pursued your career, and life. I do hope I see your view someday. But really, I know too to enjoy swinging upside down on that extended branch, eating up my loquats with abandon, realizing the climb, is, the joy. I know it’s beautiful up there. It’s also beautiful to swing….
addition 4-29-94, Manhattan Beach, LA
Rarely do I send out parts of a full article, but here is a good example of seeing great qualities in someone who is struggling. No matter what someone seems to be tied up in, they have so much good in their minds and hearts. Find the good amidst the challenge!
“Charming is the Word for Alcoholics” By Fulton Oursler
Down at the very bottom of the social scale of AA society are the pariahs, the untouchables, and the outcasts, all known by one excoriating epithet-relatives.
Such is my considered opinion. As a journalist it has been my fortune to meet many of the people who are considered charming. I number among my friends stars, and lesser lights of stage and cinema; writers are my daily diet. I know the ladies and gentleman of both political parties; I have been entertained in the White House. I have broken bread with kings and ministers and ambassadors and I say after that catalog, which could be extended, that I would prefer an evening with my AA friends to any person or group of persons I have indicated.
I ask myself why I consider so charming these alcoholic caterpillars who have found their butterfly wings in Alcoholics Anonymous. There are more reasons than one, but I can name a few.
They are imaginative, and that helps to make them alcoholics. Some of them drank to flog their ambition on to greater efforts. The AA people are what they are, and they were what they were, because they are sensitive, imaginative, possessed of a sense of humor…
And they are possessed of a sense of universal truth. That is often a new thing in their hearts. The fact that this at-one-meant with God’s universe had never been awakened in them is sometimes the reason why they drank. The fact that it was at last awakened is almost always the reason why they were restored to the good and simple ways of life. Stand with them when the meeting is over, and listen while they say the “Our Father.” They have found a power greater than themselves which they diligently serve. And that gives them a charm that never was elsewhere on land or sea. It makes you know that God, Himself, is really charming, because the AA people reflect His mercy and His forgiveness.
Liberty Magazine© – 1940
Charles Fulton Oursler (January 22, 1893 - May 24, 1952) was an American journalist, playwright, editor and writer. Oursler grew up in Baltimore, the poor son of a city transit worker. His childhood passions were reading and stage magic. While still in his teens, he got a reporter’s job for the Baltimore American and married Rose Karger. They had two children, but the marriage ended in divorce.
He was Supervising Editor of the various magazines and newspapers published by Bernarr MacFadden from 1921-41. Macfadden urged him to drop the “Charles” from his name. He became editor of “Liberty” after Macfadden acquired it in 1931. Oursler left MacFadden Publications shortly after Bernarr MacFadden was ousted from the company and Ourler’s tenure with the company was continuous from 1921-41, except for a brief period following the success of “The Spider” (1928). In 1925, Oursler married Grace Perkins, who was a former actress, prodigious contributor to the Macfadden magazines. Several of her novels were made into films
Writing as Anthony Abbot, he was a notable author of mysteries and detective fiction. His well known works are “The Greatest Story Ever Told”, “The Greatest Book Ever Written”, “A Skeptic in the Holy Land”, and “The Spider”.