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Includes the following:  Steve Jobs' 05 Stanford Commencement Speech - Vid(S738-Sup)
.........................The Pampered Generation (S154 in Supp)
.........................10 Life Lessons From A Navy Seal - Video (S906 in Supp)
.........................Lee Iacocca Is Angry (S627c in Supp)
.........................Columbine Father's Testimony (S125b in Supp)
.........................Ashton Kutcher At Teen Choice Awards (S972)
.........................Steve Jobs' Commencement Address At Stanford (S449b)
.........................MacArthur's Farewell Speech (S382)
.........................Anna Quindlen's Commencement Address
............................at Villanova (S170)
.........................Linus Van Pelt's Lecture - Drawing (DU)
.........................Five Lessons Life Has Taught Oprah Winfrey (S121)
.........................Kurt Vonnegut's Commencement Address At MIT (S28)
.........................Origin Of Kurt Vonnegut's Address (DU)
.........................Advice To Live By - Video (S678)

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         JOBS3 file   - 'Bill Gates' Message on Life'
         FOOTBALL-SUPP- 'I Am A Champion' - Video
         SCHOOL_SUPP  - 'The Sneeze'
         THO-LRN-SUPP3- 'Jim Carrey's Secret to Life' - Video

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Subj:     Ashton Kutcher At Teen Choice Awards (S972d)
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Subj:     Steve Jobs' Commencement Address At Stanford (S449b)
          From: auntiegah on 8/20/2005
 Source: http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html

 'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says
 

 This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs,
 CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered
 on June 12, 2005 at Stanford.

 I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from
 one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated
 from college.  Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever
 gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three
 stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

 The first story is about connecting the dots.

 I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then
 stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I
 really quit.  So why did I drop out?

 It started before I was born.  My biological mother was a young,
 unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for
 adoption.  She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by
 college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted
 at birth by a lawyer and his wife.  Except that when I popped out
 they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl.
 So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the
 middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do
 you want him?"  They said: "Of course."  My biological mother
 later found out that my mother had never graduated from college
 and that my father had never graduated from high school.  She
 refused to sign the final adoption papers.  She only relented a
 few months later when my parents promised that I would someday
 go to college.

 And 17 years later I did go to college.  But I naively chose a
 college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my
 working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college
 tuition.  After six months, I couldn't see the value in it.  I
 had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how
 college was going to help me figure it out.  And here I was
 spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire
 life.  So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all
 work out OK.  It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back
 it was one of the best decisions I ever made.  The minute I
 dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that
 didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that
 looked interesting.

 It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept
 on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for
 the 5? deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles
 across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at
 the Hare Krishna temple.  I loved it.  And much of what I
 stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned
 out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

 Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy
 instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster,
 every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed.
 Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal
 classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to
 do this.  I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about
 varying the amount of space between different letter combin-
 ations, about what makes great typography great.  It was
 beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that
 science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

 None of this had even a hope of any practical application in
 my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first
 Macintosh computer, it all came back to me.  And we designed
 it all into the Mac.  It was the first computer with beautiful
 typography.  If I had never dropped in on that single course
 in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or
 proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the
 Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them.  If
 I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this
 calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the
 wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible
 to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But
 it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

 Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can
 only connect them looking backwards.  So you have to trust
 that the dots will somehow connect in your future.  You have
 to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, what-
 ever.  This approach has never let me down, and it has made
 all the difference in my life.

 My second story is about love and loss.

 I was lucky - I found what I loved to do early in life.  Woz
 and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20.  We
 worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the
 two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over
 4000 employees.  We had just released our finest creation -
 the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30.
 And then I got fired.  How can you get fired from a company
 you started?  Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I
 thought was very talented to run the company with me, and
 for the first year or so things went well.  But then our
 visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had
 a falling out.  When we did, our Board of Directors sided
 with him.  So at 30 I was out.  And very publicly out.  What
 had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it
 was devastating.

 I really didn't know what to do for a few months.  I felt
 that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down
 - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me.
 I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize
 for screwing up so badly.  I was a very public failure, and
 I even thought about running away from the valley. But some-
 thing slowly began to dawn on me - I still loved what I did.
 The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit.  I
 had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided
 to start over.

 I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired
 from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened
 to me.  The heaviness of being successful was replaced by
 the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about
 everything.  It freed me to enter one of the most creative
 periods of my life.

 During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT,
 another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing
 woman who would become my wife.  Pixar went on to create the
 worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and
 is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In
 a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to
 Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the
 heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have
 a wonderful family together.

 I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't
 been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I
 guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the
 head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the
 only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did.
 You've got to find what you love.  And that is as true for
 your work as it is for your lovers.  Your work is going to
 fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be
 truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work.
 And the only way to do great work is to love what you do.
 If you haven't found it yet, keep looking.  Don't settle.
 As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find
 it.  And, like any great relationship, it just gets better
 and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you
 find it. Don't settle.

 My third story is about death.

 When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like:
 "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday
 you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on
 me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked
 in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today
 were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I
 am about to do today?"  And whenever the answer has been
 "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change
 something.

 Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important
 tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices
 in life.  Because almost everything - all external expect-
 ations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure -
 these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving
 only what is truly important.  Remembering that you are
 going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of
 thinking you have something to lose.  You are already
 naked.  There is no reason not to follow your heart.

 About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer.  I had a
 scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a
 tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas
 was.  The doctors told me this was almost certainly a
 type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should
 expect to live no longer than three to six months.  My
 doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order,
 which is doctor's code for prepare to die.  It means to
 try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have
 the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months.  It
 means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it
 will be as easy as possible for your family.  It means
 to say your goodbyes.

 I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening
 I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my
 throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put
 a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the
 tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told
 me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope
 the doctors started crying because it turned out to be
 a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable
 with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

 This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I
 hope its the closest I get for a few more decades.
 Having lived through it, I can now say this to you
 with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful
 but purely intellectual concept:

 No one wants to die.  Even people who want to go to
 heaven don't want to die to get there.  And yet death
 is the destination we all share.  No one has ever
 escaped it.  And that is as it should be, because
 Death is very likely the single best invention of
 Life.  It is Life's change agent.  It clears out the
 old to make way for the new.  Right now the new is
 you, but someday not too long from now, you will
 gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry
 to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

 Your time is limited, so don't waste it living
 someone else's life.  Don't be trapped by dogma -
 which is living with the results of other people's
 thinking.  Don't let the noise of others' opinions
 drown out your own inner voice. And most important,
 have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.
 They somehow already know what you truly want to
 become. Everything else is secondary.

 When I was young, there was an amazing publication
 called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of
 the bibles of my generation.  It was created by a
 fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in
 Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his
 poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before
 personal computers and desktop publishing, so it
 was all made with typewriters, scissors, and
 polaroid cameras.  It was sort of like Google in
 paperback form, 35 years before Google came along:
 it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools
 and great notions.

 Stewart and his team put out several issues of The
 Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its
 course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-
 1970s, and I was your age.  On the back cover of
 their final issue was a photograph of an early
 morning country road, the kind you might find your-
 self hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous.
 Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry.  Stay
 Foolish."  It was their farewell message as they
 signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have
 always wished that for myself.  And now, as you
 graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

 Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

 Thank you all very much.

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Subj:     MacArthur's Farewell Speech To West Point (S382)
          From: tadams96 on 5/27/2004
 Source: http://www.nationalcenter.org/MacArthurFarewell.html

 Given to the Corps of Cadets at West Point May 12, 1962

 General Westmoreland, General Groves, distinguished guests,
 and gentlemen of the Corps.  As I was leaving the hotel this
 morning, a doorman asked me, "Where are you bound for, General?"
 and when I replied, "West Point," he remarked, "Beautiful place,
 have you ever been there before?"

 No human being could fail to be deeply moved by such a tribute
 as this, coming from a profession I have served so long and a
 people I have loved so well.  It fills me with an emotion I
 cannot express.  But this award is not intended primarily for
 a personality, but to symbolize a great moral code - the code
 of conduct and chivalry of those who guard this beloved land
 of culture and ancient descent.  That is the meaning of this
 medallion.  For all eyes and for all time, it is an expression
 of the ethics of the American soldier.  That I should be
 integrated in this way with so noble an ideal arouses a sense
 of pride and yet of humility which will be with me always.

 "Duty," "Honor," "Country" - those three hallowed words
 reverently dictate what you want to be, what you can be, what
 you will be.  They are your rallying point to build courage
 when courage seems to fail, to regain faith when there seems
 to be little cause for faith, to create hope when hope becomes
 forlorn.  Unhappily, I possess neither that eloquence of
 diction, that poetry of imagination, nor that brilliance of
 metaphor to tell you all that they mean.

 The unbelievers will say they are but words, but a slogan,
 but a flamboyant phrase.  Every pedant, every demagogue,
 every cynic, every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and, I am
 sorry to say, some others of an entirely different character,
 will try to downgrade them even to the extent of mockery and
 ridicule.

 But these are some of the things they do.  They build your
 basic character.  They mold you for your future roles as the
 custodians of the nation's defense. They make you strong
 enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face
 yourself when you are afraid.

 They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure,
 but humble and gentle in success; not to substitute words
 for action; not to seek the path of comfort, but to face
 the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn
 to stand up in the storm, but to have compassion on those
 who fall; to master yourself before you seek to master
 others; to have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high;
 to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach
 into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious,
 yet never take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that
 you will remember the simplicity of true greatness; the
 open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.

 They give you a temperate will, a quality of imagination,
 a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs
 of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over
 timidity, an appetite for adventure over love of ease.
 They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the
 unfailing hope of what next, and the joy and inspiration
 of life.  They teach you in this way to be an officer and
 a gentleman.

 And what sort of soldiers are those you are to lead?  Are
 they reliable?  Are they brave?  Are they capable of
 victory?

 Their story is known to all of you.  It is the story of
 the American man at arms.  My estimate of him was formed
 on the battlefields many, many years ago, and has never
 changed.  I regarded him then, as I regard him now, as
 one of the world's noblest figures; not only as one of
 the finest military characters, but also as one of the
 most stainless.

 His name and fame are the birthright of every American
 citizen.  In his youth and strength, his love and loyalty,
 he gave all that mortality can give.  He needs no eulogy
 from me, or from any other man. He has written his own
 history and written it in red on his enemy's breast.

 But when I think of his patience under adversity, of his
 courage under fire, and of his modesty in victory, I am
 filled with an emotion of admiration I cannot put into
 words.  He belongs to history as furnishing one of the
 greatest examples of successful patriotism.  He belongs
 to posterity as the instructor of future generations in
 the principles of liberty and freedom.  He belongs to the
 present, to us, by his virtues and by his achievements.

 In twenty campaigns, on a hundred battlefields, around a
 thousand campfires, I have witnessed that enduring
 fortitude, that patriotic self-abnegation, and that
 invincible determination which have carved his statue
 in the hearts of his people.

 From one end of the world to the other, he has drained
 deep the chalice of courage.  As I listened to those
 songs of the glee club, in memory's eye I could see
 those staggering columns of the First World War, bending
 under soggy packs on many a weary march, from dripping
 dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle deep through mire
 of shell-pocked roads; to form grimly for the attack,
 blue-lipped, covered with sludge and mud, chilled by the
 wind and rain, driving home to their objective, and for
 many, to the judgment seat of God.

 I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know
 the glory of their death.  They died unquestioning,
 uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their
 lips the hope that we would go on to victory.  Always
 for them: Duty, Honor, Country. Always their blood, and
 sweat, and tears, as they saw the way and the light.

 And twenty years after, on the other side of the globe,
 against the filth of dirty foxholes, the stench of
 ghostly trenches, the slime of dripping dugouts, those
 boiling suns of the relentless heat, those torrential
 rains of devastating storms, the loneliness and utter
 desolation of jungle trails, the bitterness of long
 separation of those they loved and cherished, the
 deadly pestilence of tropic disease, the horror of
 stricken areas of war.

 Their resolute and determined defense, their swift and
 sure attack, their indomitable purpose, their complete
 and decisive victory - always victory, always through
 the bloody haze of their last reverberating shot, the
 vision of gaunt, ghastly men, reverently following your
 password of Duty, Honor, Country.

 The code which those words perpetuate embraces the
 highest moral laws and will stand the test of any ethics
 or philosophies ever promulgated for the uplift of
 mankind.  Its requirements are for the things that are
 right, and its restraints are from the things that are
 wrong. The soldier, above all other men, is required to
 practice the greatest act of religious training -
 sacrifice.  In battle and in the face of danger and
 death, he discloses those divine attributes which his
 Maker gave when he created man in his own image.  No
 physical courage and no brute instinct can take the
 place of the Divine help which alone can sustain him.
 However horrible the incidents of war may be, the
 soldier who is called upon to offer and to give his
 life for his country, is the noblest development of
 mankind.

 You now face a new world, a world of change. The thrust
 into outer space of the satellite, spheres and missiles
 marked the beginning of another epoch in the long story
 of mankind - the chapter of the space age.  In the five
 or more billions of years the scientists tell us it has
 taken to form the earth, in the three or more billion
 years of development of the human race, there has never
 been a greater, a more abrupt or staggering evolution.
 We deal now not with things of this world alone, but
 with the illimitable distances and as yet unfathomed
 mysteries of the universe.  We are reaching out for a
 new and boundless frontier.  We speak in strange terms:
 of harnessing the cosmic energy; of making winds and
 tides work for us; of creating unheard synthetic
 materials to supplement or even replace our old standard
 basics; of purifying sea water for our drink; of mining
 ocean floors for new fields of wealth and food; of
 disease preventatives to expand life into the hundred
 of years; of controlling the weather for a more equitable
 distribution of heat and cold, of rain and shine; of
 space ships to the moon; of the primary target in war,
 no longer limited to the armed forces of an enemy, but
 instead to include his civil populations; of ultimate
 conflict between a united human race and the sinister
 forces of some other planetary galaxy; of such dreams
 and fantasies as to make life the most exciting of all
 time.

 And through all this welter of change and development
 your mission remains fixed, determined, inviolable.
 It is to win our wars. Everything else in your
 professional career is but corollary to this vital
 dedication.  All other public purpose, all other
 public projects, all other public needs, great or
 small, will find others for their accomplishments;
 but you are the ones who are trained to fight.

 Yours is the profession of arms, the will to win, the
 sure knowledge that in war there is no substitute for
 victory, that if you lose, the Nation will be destroyed,
 that the very obsession of your public service must be
 Duty, Honor, Country.

 Others will debate the controversial issues, national
 and international, which divide men's minds.  But
 serene, calm, aloof, you stand as the Nation's war
 guardians, as its lifeguards from the raging tides
 of international conflict, as its gladiators in the
 arena of battle.  For a century and a half you have
 defended, guarded and protected its hallowed traditions
 of liberty and freedom, of right and justice.

 Let civilian voices argue the merits or demerits of
 our processes of government.  Whether our strength
 is being sapped by deficit financing indulged in too
 long, by federal paternalism grown too mighty, by power
 groups grown too arrogant, by politics grown too
 corrupt, by crime grown too rampant, by morals grown
 too low, by taxes grown too high, by extremists grown
 too violent; whether our personal liberties are as
 firm and complete as they should be.

 These great national problems are not for your
 professional participation or military solution.
 Your guidepost stands out like a tenfold beacon
 in the night: Duty, Honor, Country.

 You are the leaven which binds together the entire
 fabric of our national system of defense.  From
 your ranks come the great captains who hold the
 Nation's destiny in their hands the moment the war
 tocsin sounds.

 The long gray line has never failed us.  Were you
 to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown
 khaki, in blue and gray, would rise from their white
 crosses, thundering those magic words: Duty, Honor,
 Country.

 This does not mean that you are warmongers.  On the
 contrary, the soldier above all other people prays
 for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest
 wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring
 the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all
 philosophers: "Only the dead have seen the end of war."

 The shadows are lengthening for me.  The twilight is
 here.  My days of old have vanished - tone and tints.
 They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things
 that were.  Their memory is one of wondrous beauty,
 watered by tears and coaxed and caressed by the smiles
 of yesterday.  I listen then, but with thirsty ear,
 for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille,
 of far drums beating the long roll.

 In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle
 of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battle-
 field.  But in the evening of my memory I come back to
 West Point.  Always there echoes and re-echoes: Duty,
 Honor, Country.

 Today marks my final roll call with you.  But I want
 you to know that when I cross the river, my last
 conscious thoughts will be of the Corps, and the
 Corps, and the Corps.

 I bid you farewell.

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Subj:     Anna Quindlen's Commencement Address at Villanova (S170)
          From: mbucher on 4/16/00

 It's a great honor for me to be the third member of my family
 to receive an honorary doctorate from this great university.
 It's an honor to follow my great-Uncle Jim, who was a gifted
 physician, and my Uncle Jack, who is a remarkable businessman.

 Both of them could have told you something important about their
 professions, about medicine or commerce. I have no specialized
 field of interest or expertise, which puts me at a disadvantage,
 talking to you today.  I'm a novelist.  My work is human nature.
 Real life is all I know.

 Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work.  The second
 is only part of the first.

 Don't ever forget the words my father sent me on a postcard last
 year: "If You win the rat race, you're still a rat."  Or what
 John Lennon wrote before he was gunned down in the driveway of
 the Dakota: "Life is what happens while you are busy making
 other plans."

 You walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no
 one else has.  There will be hundreds of people out there with
 your same degree; there will be thousands of people doing what
 you want to do for a living.  But you will be the only person
 alive who has sole custody of your life.  Your particular life.
 Your entire life.  Not just your life at a desk, or your life
 on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life
 of your mind, but the life of your heart.  Not just your bank
 account, but your soul.

 People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so
 much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit.  But a
 resume is a cold comfort on a winter night, or when you're sad,
 or broke, or lonely, or when you've gotten back the test
 results and they're not so good.

 Here is my resume.

 I am a good mother to three children.  I have tried never to
 let my Profession stand in the way of being a good parent.  I
 no longer consider myself the center of the universe.
 I show up. I listen. I try to laugh.

 I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage
 vows mean what they say.
 I show up. I listen. I try to laugh.

 I am a good friend to my friends, and they to me. Without them,
 there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be
 a cardboard cutout. But I call them on the phone, and I meet
 them for lunch.
 I show up. I listen. I try to laugh.

 I would be rotten, or at best mediocre at my job, if those
 other things were not true.  You cannot be really first rate at
 your work if your work is all you are.

 So here's what I wanted to tell you today: get a life.

 A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the
 bigger paycheck, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so
 very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one after-
 noon, or found a lump in your breast?

 Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing
 itself on a breeze over Seaside Heights, a life in which you
 stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water gap
 or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to
 pick up a Cheerio with her thumb and first finger.

 Get a life in which you are not alone.  Find people you love,
 and who love you.  And remember that love is not leisure; it is
 work.  Each time you look at your diploma, remember that you
 are still a student, still learning how to best treasure your
 connection to others.

 Pick up the phone.  Send an e-mail.  Write a letter.  Kiss your
 Mom.  Hug Your Dad.

 Get a life in which you are generous.  Look around at the
 azaleas in the suburban neighborhood where you grew up; look at
 a full moon hanging silver in a black, black sky on a cold
 night. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that
 you have no business taking it for granted.

 Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it
 around.  Take money you would have spent on beers and give it
 to charity.  Work in a soup kitchen.  Be a big brother or
 sister.  All of you want to do well.  But if you do not do
 good, too, then doing well will never be enough.

 It is so easy to waste our lives: our days, our hours, our
 minutes.  It is so easy to take for granted the color of the
 azaleas, the sheen of the limestone on Fifth Avenue, the color
 of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and
 falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist
 instead of live.

 I learned to live many years ago.  Something really, really
 bad happened to me, something that changed my life in ways
 that, if I had my druthers, it would never have been changed
 at all.  And what I learned from it is what, today, seems to
 be the hardest lesson of all.  I learned to love the journey,
 not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal,
 and that today is the only guarantee you get.  I learned to
 look at all the good in the world and to try to give some of it
 back because I  believed in it completely and utterly.

 And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had
 learned. By telling them this:

 Consider the lilies of the field.
 Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear.
 Read in the backyard with the sun on your face.
 Learn to be happy.

 And think of life as a terminal illness because if you do, you
 will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived.
 Well, you can learn all those things, out there, if you get a
 real life, a full life, a professional life, yes, but another
 life, too, a life of love and laughs and a connection to other
 human beings.

 Just keep your eyes and ears open.  Here you could learn in
 the classroom.  There the classroom is everywhere.  The exam
 comes at the very end.  No man ever said on his deathbed I
 wish I had spent more time at the office.

 I found one of my best teachers on the boardwalk at Coney
 Island maybe 15 Years ago.  It was December, and I was doing
 a story about how the homeless survive in the winter months.
 He and I sat on the edge of the wooden supports, dangling our
 feet over the side, and he told me about his schedule, pan-
 handling the boulevard when the summer crowds were gone,
 sleeping in a church when the temperature went below freezing,
 hiding from the police amidst the Tilt-a-Whirl and the Cyclone
 and some of the other seasonal rides.

 But he told me that most of the time he stayed on the board-
 walk, facing the water, just the way we were sitting now, even
 when it got cold and he had to wear his newspapers after he
 read them.

 And I asked him why.  Why didn't he go to one of the shelters?
 Why didn't he check himself into the hospital for detox?  And
 he just stared out at the Ocean and said, "Look at the view,
 young lady. Look at the view."

 And every day, in some little way, I try to do what he said.
 I try to look at the view.  And that's the last thing I have
 to tell you today, words of wisdom from a man with not a dime
 in his pocket, no place to go, nowhere to be.

 Look at the view. You'll never be disappointed.

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Subj:     Linus Van Pelt's Lecture (DU)
          From: cdn.smosh.com
 Source: http://www.smosh.com/smosh-pit/articles/cartoon-
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Subj:     Five Lessons Life Has Taught Oprah Winfrey (S121)
          From: smiles on 5/23/99

 Oprah Winfrey's Commencement Address
 Wellesley College, in Wellesley,MA
 May 30, 1997

 Here are some excerpts of (some of which were in HAND-0577)
 full text:
 http://www.wellesley.edu/PublicAffairs/PAhomepage/winfrey.html

 You all know this, that life is a journey and I want to share
 with you just for a few moments about five things, (aren't you
 glad they aren't ten) five things that have made this journey
 for me exciting.  Five lessons .... I've learned that have
 helped me to make my life better.

    First of all, life is a journey. ....
    It took me a while to get that lesson, that it really is
    just about everyday experiences, teaching you, moment in,
    moment out, who you really are. That every experience is
    here to teach you more fully how to be who you really are.

 Because, for a long time I wanted to be somebody else....
 [snip]... but it was a lesson long in coming, recognizing that
 I had the instinct, that inner voice that told me that you
 need to try to find a way to answer to your own truth was the
 voice I needed to be still and listen to.

    One of the other great lessons I learned taught to me by
    my friend and mentor, Maya Angelou and if you can get
    this, you can save yourself a lot of time....  When
    people show you who they are, believe them, the first
    time.

 Not the 29th time!  That is particularly good when it comes
 to men situations because when he doesn't call back the first
 time, when you are mistreated the first time, when you see
 someone who shows you a lack of integrity or dishonesty the
 first time, know that that will be followed by many, many,
 many other times that will at some point in life come back
 to haunt or hurt you.

    Turn your wounds into wisdom. You will be wounded many
    times in your life.  You'll make mistakes.  Some people
    will call them failures but I have learned that failure
    is really God's way of saying, "Excuse me, you're moving
    in the wrong direction."

 I remember being taken off the air in Baltimore, being told
 that I was no longer being fit for television and that I
 could not anchor the news... [snip] ..because... I would
 cry for the people in the stories, which really wasn't very
 effective as a news reporter ... [snip] ... it wasn't until
 I was demoted as an on-air anchor woman and thrown into the
 talk show arena to get rid of me, that I allowed my own
 truth to come through.

     Be grateful.

 I have kept a journal since I was l5 years old and if you
 look back on my journal when I was l5, l6, it's all filled
 with boy trouble, men trouble, my daddy wouldn't let me go
 to Shoney's with Anthony Otie, things like that.  As I've
 grown older, I have learned to appreciate living in the
 moment and I ask that you do, too.....

     Every night list five things that happened this day,
     in days to come that you are grateful for.  What it
     will begin to do is to change your perspective of
     your day and your life.  I believe that if you can
     learn to focus on what you have, you will always
     see that the universe is abundant and you will have
     more.  If you concentrate and focus in your life on
     what you don't have, you will never have enough.  Be
     grateful. Keep a journal.

 You all are all over my journal tonight.

     Create the highest, grandest vision possible for
     your life because you become what you believe.

 When I was little girl, Mississippi, growing up on the
 farm, only Buckwheat as a role model, watching my grand-
 mother boil clothes in a big, iron pot through the screen
 door, because we didn't have a washing machine and made
 everything we had.  I watched her and realized somehow
 inside myself, in the spirit of myself, that although this
 was segregated Mississippi and I was "colored" and female,
 that my life could be bigger, greater than what I saw.  I
 remember being four or five years old, I certainly couldn't
 articulate it, but it was a feeling and a feeling that I
 allowed myself to follow.  I allowed myself to follow it
 because if you were to ask me what is the secret to my
 success, it is because I understand that there is a power
 greater than myself, that rules my life and in life if you
 can be still long enough in all of your endeavors, the good
 times, the hard times, to connect yourself to the source, I
 call it God, you can call it whatever you want to, the
 force, nature, Allah, the power.

     If you can connect yourself to the source and allow
     the energy that is your personality, your life force
     to be connected to the greater force, anything  is
     possible for you. I am proof of that.

 I think that my life, the fact that I was born where I was
 born, and the time that I was and have been able to do what
 I have done speaks to the possibility.  Not that I am
 special, but that it could be done.

         Hold the highest, grandest vision for yourself.

 Just recently [1997] we followed Tina Turner around the
 country [snip]... because .... Tina Turner is one of those
 women who have overcome great obstacles, was battered in
 her life, and like a phoenix rose out of that to have great
 legs and a great sense of herself.   Tina's life is a mirror
 of your life because it proves that you can overcome.

       Every life speaks to the power of what can be done.

 So I wanted to honor women all over the country and celebrate
 their dreams... and Tina's tour was called the Wildest Dreams
 Tour.  I asked women to write me their wildest dreams and
 tell me what their wildest dreams were.  Our intention was to
 fulfill their wildest dreams.  We got 77,000 letters, 77,000.
 To our disappointment we found that the deeper the wound the
 smaller the dreams.  So many women had such small visions,
 such small dreams for their lives that we had a difficult
 time coming up with dreams to fulfill.  So we did fulfill
 some.  We paid off all the college debt, hmmm, for a young
 woman whose mother had died and she put her sisters and
 brothers through school.  We paid off all the bills for a
 woman who had been battered and managed to put herself
 through college and her daughter through college.  We sent
 a woman to Egypt who was dying of cancer and her lifetime
 dream was to sit on a camel and use a cell phone.  We
 bought a house for another woman whose dream had always
 been to have her own home but because she was battered
 and had to flee with her children one night, had to leave
 the home seventeen years ago.  And then we brought the
 other women who said we just wanted to see you, Oprah,
 and meet Tina.  That was their dream!  Imagine when we
 paid off the debt, gave the house, gave the trip to Egypt,
 the attitudes we got from the women who said, "I just want
 to see you." And some of them afterwards were crying to me
 saying that "we didn't know, we didn't know, and this is
 unfair," and I said, that is the lesson: you needed to
 dream a bigger dream for yourself.

                   That is the lesson.
       Hold the highest vision possible for your life
                  and it can come true.

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Subj:     Kurt Vonnegut's Commencement Address At MIT (S28)
          From: ArmaDillow on 97-08-06

 Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

 Wear sunscreen.

 If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen
 would be it.  The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been
 proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no
 basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.  I
 will dispense this advice now.

 Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.  Oh, never mind.
 You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth
 until they've faded.  But trust me, in 20 years, you'll
 look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you
 can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how
 fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you
 imagine.

 Don't worry about the future.  Or worry, but know that
 worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra
 equation by chewing bubble gum.  The real troubles in your
 life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried
 mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle
 Tuesday.

 Do one thing every day that scares you.

 Sing.

 Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.  Don't put
 up with people who are reckless with yours.

 Floss.

 Don't waste your time on jealousy.  Sometimes you're ahead,
 sometimes you're behind.  The race is long and, in the end,
 it's only with yourself.

 Remember compliments you receive.  Forget the insults.  If
 you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

 Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

 Stretch.

 Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with
 your life.  The most interesting people I know didn't know
 at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.  Some of the
 most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

 Get plenty of calcium.  Be kind to your knees.  You'll miss
 them when they're gone.

 Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.  Maybe you'll have
 children, maybe you won't.  Maybe you'll divorce at 40,
 maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding
 anniversary.  Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself
 too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half
 chance.

 So
 are
 everybody else's.

 Enjoy your body.  Use it every way you can.  Don't be afraid
 of it or of what other people think of it.  It's the greatest
 instrument you'll ever own.

 Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

 Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

 Do not read beauty magazines.  They will only make you feel
 ugly.

 Get to know your parents.  You never know when they'll be
 gone for good.

 Be nice to your siblings.  They're your best link to your
 past and the people most likely to stick with you in the
 future.

 Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious
 few you should hold on.

 Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle,
 because the older you get, the more you need the people
 who knew you when you were young.

 Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you
 hard.  Live in Northern California once, but leave before
 it makes you soft.

 Travel.

 Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise.
 Politicians will philander.  You, too, will get old.  And
 when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young,
 prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and
 children respected their elders.

 Respect your elders.

 Don't expect anyone else to support you.  Maybe you have
 a trust fund.  Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.  But
 you never know when either one might run out.

 Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're
 40 it will look 85.

 Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those
 who supply it.

 Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of
 fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting
 over the ugly parts and recycling  it for more than it's
 worth.

 But trust me on the sunscreen.

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Subj:     Origin Of Kurt Vonnegut's Address (DU)
          From: ArmaDillow on 97-08-06
 Source: http://www.snopes.com/quotes/vonnegut.asp

 Origins: Kurt Vonnegut was not the 1997 commencement speaker
 at MIT.  That honor went to Kofi Annan, secretary-general of
 the United Nations.  The speech attributed to Vonnegut was
 actually a 1 June 1997 column by Chicago Tribune writer Mary
 Schmich.  As with many other good bits of writing and speech,
 the attachment of a famous name to the works brings them to
 the public's attention in a way they could otherwise not have

 (Echoes within echoes: Georgia State University graduates may
 remember Ted Turner's speech at their graduation in 1994. Turner,
 facing a skin cancer operation, told them: "The one piece of
 advice I can give you is put on sunscreen and wear a hat.")

 In 1998, the text of the Mary Schmich piece was turned into a
 "spoken voice" recording featuring the voice of Australian
 actor Lee Perry.  Titled "Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen,"
 the piece immediately became a cult hit in Australia, and by
 early 1999 the "song" was taking America by storm.

 2002 saw the "Vonnegut/MIT commencement speech" tale circulated
 anew, that time identified as the speech given to the graduating
 class of 2002.

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Subj:     Advice To Live By (S678d)
          From: Wimp.com on 1/8/2010
Drawing from DiscoveryEducation.com...
 Source: http://www.wimp.com/liveadvice/

 This video is based on a column written by the Chicago
 Tribune's Mary Schmich.  It is NOT based on Kurt Vonnegut's
 commencement address at MIT in 1997.  Click 'HERE' to see
 this thoughtful video.

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