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RIP, Sir, and my deepest respects (and regret).
Yet another one of the truly great souls who died this year.
RIP, Sir, and my deepest respects (and regret).
Yet another one of the truly great souls who died this year.
Good people do good things, and think of what they did as unremarkable.
That's happened a lot.
Not so good people do some volunteering and have to take a load of selfie and post it to FB and Instagram. This is more like a ego boosting, self centered act. Of course, society need these people to fill the gaps of social needs. But are they really good people, or using other people vulnerability to make themselves feel good?
The really good people who "just do good" without giving much thoughts, or attention to themselves. If you ask them for motivation, they might not give you any, as they haven't really thought about it before they act.
Doing good is so natural that it does not need motivation. That's how I feel about do any volunteer work.
"Joseph C., who escaped from the death facility at Treblinka, wept in his testimony when he tried to describe the one Pole who helped him in his distress. The word that he finally found to describe Szymon Calka was “humanity.”
This looks like a really cool book.
I first read what the psychiatrist Viktor Emil Frankl experienced as a prisoner and slave laborer just before the new millennium, at a time when I was in a crisis and searching for meaning myself. I seldom reread books, but this one I read three or four times because its message is so encouraging and so inspiring.
The story of Viktor E. Frankl's time - and suffering - in the concentration camp is told from the point of view of a psychiatrist. As he would have done in a research paper, he analysed the situation and identified three psychological stages that every inmate of the concentration camps went through and that Frankl could discern on the basis of obersation of his fellow camp inmates as well as of his own experience. In the initial phase of admission to the camp every inmate was in a state of shock regarding the conditions there and the probable fate of himself as well as of his family and friends. As soon as the prisoners had become used to their miserable existence in the camp, apathy followed and all they still cared about was survival. At this point Viktor E. Frankl noticed that all those who could still find sense in life - through religion or in Frankl's case the day dream of giving a public lecture about his experiences in the concentration camp after liberation -, were more likely to live than the others.
The language of Viktor E. Frankl may sound a bit antiquated today, especially in the original German version, but the message keeps being important, consoling and encouraging. Besides, we can't be reminded too often of the horrors that Adolf Hitler and his terror regime brought over Europe, not just over the Jews, but over all people who were different in some way. Man's Search for Meaning is a book that I highly recommend to everyone, no matter if you see a meaning in your life or if you don't. The book is worthwhile the time.
To read the full-lenght review of the book on my book blog please click here.
Kind of like the #1.
We all have stories, most should not be read by anyone but ourselves. But why not.
Write for rights is a good idea for those who first step to help other people and give a damn.
So write for other people.
A current, possibly ex-friend of mine is all wrapped up with herself. A little headache is a disaster because she paid attention to herself.
Maybe writing for other people would help that a little.
The Shawl is the first book I’ve read concerning the Holocaust but it’s everything one would expect it to be. A horrific, poignant, lyrical, and heartbreaking narrative of one woman’s life before, during and after the traumatizing events for the Jewish during WWII. Listening to Yelena Shmulenson’s skillful narration brought Rosa’s suffering to life and doesn’t fail to evoke heartache for her plight.
