A times I have to give. Sometimes I bring too much pain to open up. In those moments all the love I have I need it for me. I do not want to know the world. I close my iron curtain fall behind.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Community Service Recommendation Sample
Sometimes slow walking
A times I have to give. Sometimes I bring too much pain to open up. In those moments all the love I have I need it for me. I do not want to know the world. I close my iron curtain fall behind.
A times I have to give. Sometimes I bring too much pain to open up. In those moments all the love I have I need it for me. I do not want to know the world. I close my iron curtain fall behind.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Will Severely Biten Nails Heal
"Ideas and Beliefs", so defined by the great Jose Ortega y Gasset. Differences both concepts and be aware of the implications of such differentiation will help us understand behaviors, experiences, ways of being (never better defined the term). We open the mind to understand people, nothing more nothing less ...
The "beliefs" are beliefs that live in us. They even do not see them. Are the soil and subsoil on which we rely to live. Any decision we take has its substrate in what shapes our beliefs. We "settled" on it. We may not be aware of our beliefs, but even so, we are our beliefs. Let us act as we act, we do because of our convictions. The
"Ideas" are all those thoughts, structures that appear in our lives as a result of our intellectual pursuit. They are not in the depths of our being, but only on the surface. The idea is a thought, is an occurrence, is an architecture-conscious world of intellectualism.
What is the difference? It must think of a thing and have it. Let's see a concrete example to explain this: Ortega explained relative to us can happen "if the reader comes to the street now." You can absolutely go to the right, left, in shelter from the cold or heat it, or think of the place where it goes, if it is near or far, but there is something that DO NOT think, if when you go there or not street ... This is a given, ie "has it." This is the belief, as others are ideas. We see here the distinction is one thing to think about the options, think about things (ideas) and the other is to have them (beliefs).
another example not as extreme. If you declare that my team is a "big family" and it turns out that the lowest setting the income statement of the balance of the fire company to dispose of 30% of the workforce, which at the time declared it was an idea, not a belief ... In this case the decision betrays us, we act on beliefs that were not in the "statement" but in the subsoil thereof. It was just an idea ... shows of brutal hypocrisy idea ... but in the end. These ideas are living in an unreal world: the arrival of reality acts belief.
return to the topic of beliefs and thoughts, beliefs and ideas in mind that the ideas you have, in the belief it is.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Quotes Aboutdeborah Sampson
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happened a year ago. I still remember it well, too well.
It was my secretary, it was Friday and went to a meeting near the Hilton Hotel in Puerto Madero. I went in and asked for the Business Center. I made a copy. I went to the fifth and while waiting to make me a photocopy and Scanning, people started walking really special for this floor. All warmly greeted to the person I was seeing who was behind the counter. I listened to the greetings that came from my back, " Hello friend," How's your day? ". . Short sentences were spoken with American tune (I know well and to make out) along with an affection that sounded like music between syllables. I turned with curiosity because the person who took care of me smiling in a particular way to greet them with his hand raised. I looked in detail. They came in wheelchairs, some without arms, hands all, some walked with a shorter leg, others were tiny stage, most were "otherwise" (because it is not for the "deformed"). Hotel employee looked at my face and I wonder then said: " is a hands-free convention painters." I nodded slowly. I got nervous. I did not know whether to greet or meet the smile with which I looked. I got the file scan my pen drive and walked quickly toward the elevator with his head confused. I got to the hallway, opened the door and went up with me three people: a very pretty girl with a poncho that covered a very young boy with a roll holder and a large mulatto then showed me his white teeth when I held the well kept door to enter. The elevator went down instead. I became more nervous. What was happening if I had pressed the "ground floor"? They laughed heartily and the blond girl looked down on the floor of the elevator transparent and shouted with joy when he recognized a friend. Moved in all directions and shouted to his mulatto friend, "is Ricardo! Is Ricardo!". He pulled over and bit her shoulder. I do not understand. What she was trying was to greet his friend, Ricardo beckoning to looking down the elevator from whom there was no distinction. My travel companion, this pretty little blonde with her poncho on your back, I could not say hello. I had no arms under the blanket. The mulatto was his "seeing-eye", his companion, a "normal" the care and support. And if I had to move her hands, she did it gladly. He did, always showing his white teeth. He enjoyed his work. Ricardo, down, almost hypnotized staring, reacted and raised his hand in the expected. That was happy with both. The boy who was to my right and who is my partner in this elevator (still getting high ...) was something strange, like something was missing, but I did not want or could not understand. Until my view (or my head) Discip: the paper holder had it hooked on something like a finger that left shoulder. Only one finger ... They talked among themselves with great sympathy, laughing the rise instead of fall. Inside I felt uncomfortable, not knowing where to look and to puteaba because the elevator seemed to Everest would go ... Suddenly stopped and started down. I thought "to end this quickly," . I looked down and making me the distracted side looking at the horizon ... or the south ... a lobby of a hotel that was approaching. Until we were coming. The elevator slows down and look up. The blond girl looked at me with round eyes and full, with an overwhelming sweetness, I smiled and said, "how nice ride share "!. Suffered as well. I did not know that answer ... I managed to look only and I swear I tried to reflect a "thank you ... I learned from you." I smiled embarrassed but grateful. Ricardo was waiting for them ...
went down and walked slowly. I needed air. I took to walking. Not far from my office. I tried in this way to understand what had happened. Scanned a document had a place to go and that had never been a point of meeting with people who gave me a life lesson. I was embarrassed, angry with the situation and complained about the wrong time and the elevator did not respond. They interpreted it differently: as a nice ride that I did not see ... I kept walking. It was silent, looking at what it looked. Were ten twenty blocks where I made a pact with same: do not want to miss more rides. My colleagues of the elevator had improved my diopter. Ophthalmologists were the best life now looked better. 
happened a year ago. I still remember it well, too well.
It was my secretary, it was Friday and went to a meeting near the Hilton Hotel in Puerto Madero. I went in and asked for the Business Center. I made a copy. I went to the fifth and while waiting to make me a photocopy and Scanning, people started walking really special for this floor. All warmly greeted to the person I was seeing who was behind the counter. I listened to the greetings that came from my back, " Hello friend," How's your day? ". . Short sentences were spoken with American tune (I know well and to make out) along with an affection that sounded like music between syllables. I turned with curiosity because the person who took care of me smiling in a particular way to greet them with his hand raised. I looked in detail. They came in wheelchairs, some without arms, hands all, some walked with a shorter leg, others were tiny stage, most were "otherwise" (because it is not for the "deformed"). Hotel employee looked at my face and I wonder then said: " is a hands-free convention painters." I nodded slowly. I got nervous. I did not know whether to greet or meet the smile with which I looked. I got the file scan my pen drive and walked quickly toward the elevator with his head confused. I got to the hallway, opened the door and went up with me three people: a very pretty girl with a poncho that covered a very young boy with a roll holder and a large mulatto then showed me his white teeth when I held the well kept door to enter. The elevator went down instead. I became more nervous. What was happening if I had pressed the "ground floor"? They laughed heartily and the blond girl looked down on the floor of the elevator transparent and shouted with joy when he recognized a friend. Moved in all directions and shouted to his mulatto friend, "is Ricardo! Is Ricardo!". He pulled over and bit her shoulder. I do not understand. What she was trying was to greet his friend, Ricardo beckoning to looking down the elevator from whom there was no distinction. My travel companion, this pretty little blonde with her poncho on your back, I could not say hello. I had no arms under the blanket. The mulatto was his "seeing-eye", his companion, a "normal" the care and support. And if I had to move her hands, she did it gladly. He did, always showing his white teeth. He enjoyed his work. Ricardo, down, almost hypnotized staring, reacted and raised his hand in the expected. That was happy with both. The boy who was to my right and who is my partner in this elevator (still getting high ...) was something strange, like something was missing, but I did not want or could not understand. Until my view (or my head) Discip: the paper holder had it hooked on something like a finger that left shoulder. Only one finger ... They talked among themselves with great sympathy, laughing the rise instead of fall. Inside I felt uncomfortable, not knowing where to look and to puteaba because the elevator seemed to Everest would go ... Suddenly stopped and started down. I thought "to end this quickly," . I looked down and making me the distracted side looking at the horizon ... or the south ... a lobby of a hotel that was approaching. Until we were coming. The elevator slows down and look up. The blond girl looked at me with round eyes and full, with an overwhelming sweetness, I smiled and said, "how nice ride share "!. Suffered as well. I did not know that answer ... I managed to look only and I swear I tried to reflect a "thank you ... I learned from you." I smiled embarrassed but grateful. Ricardo was waiting for them ...
went down and walked slowly. I needed air. I took to walking. Not far from my office. I tried in this way to understand what had happened. Scanned a document had a place to go and that had never been a point of meeting with people who gave me a life lesson. I was embarrassed, angry with the situation and complained about the wrong time and the elevator did not respond. They interpreted it differently: as a nice ride that I did not see ... I kept walking. It was silent, looking at what it looked. Were ten twenty blocks where I made a pact with same: do not want to miss more rides. My colleagues of the elevator had improved my diopter. Ophthalmologists were the best life now looked better.
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