"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”
Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
commission: how-to guide on being a bomb ass chick, go
1. every bad-ass lady needs a good shade of lipstick. i don’t care if you wear any other make up. i don’t care what color it is. but pick one that makes you feel like a knife wielding goddess and you’re ready to go.
2. take risks. small ones. cross the street when the light says stop but there’s no cars coming your way. buy a pair of shoes that you have nowhere to wear, but make you feel amazing. get your hair cut in a pixie style at least once. buy hats if you don’t like it. pretend you do.
3. care about what people think, not because their opinions are more important than yours but so that you know when it comes down to it, who has your back and who has your front. when you’re standing between an ax murderer/Nice Guy and the girl who likes to call you a slut, figure out which one’s going to be more painful. run.
4. find something you’re interested in and educate yourself. watch tutorials on youtube, take a class, get a hot tutor that reminds you of adam brody in the oc and flirt with his sister. get good at it. brag about it. be proud of yourself.
5. buy a mirror that’s flattering. check out your ass. buy lingerie that makes you feel sexy even if you’re the only one who gets to see it. especially if you’re the only one who gets to see it. dance around in it.
6. if you menstruate and have a smartphone. download a free period tracker. let it remind you to stock up on advil and chocolate. on those days, take a hot bath. play your favorite song on repeat. get angry at people more attractive than you. sleep. eat. take care of yourself.
7. be aware of the fact that you’re not going to be happy or confident or strong all the time. it’s okay. have faith in the fact that you can be happy and confident and strong. have faith in the stone cold truth that you are an awesome person. if you’re still having trouble, put on some lipstick. i promise, it helps.
8. find a female role model. find a role model that doesn’t define them-self in the male/female gender binary. find someone that believes in good things for good people. find someone who believes in someone like you.
9. love yourself. give yourself pleasure. don’t be afraid to keep on all the lights when you strip down and touch your ankles. kiss who you want to kiss. have sex with whomever you please. respecting yourself comes down to one single thing and that is you. don’t you ever let someone tell you that you don’t love yourself the way i know you do.
10. believe in love. not for romance or for money or for material things. believe in the kind of love that makes little kids want to hold hands. the kind of love that makes you feel safe. believe in the love that lets you eat a whole pint of ice cream in one go and refuses to let you hate yourself. believe in that kind of love. the love for you and people like you. the love for queens and their knights in stilettos, knife-wielding goddesses, and self-confident pole dancers. believe in the love for bomb ass chicks.
No more excuses.
I will forever reblog this
It’s sort of horrifying that we all know what they’re talking about without them really saying it.. that it’s become that much of a norm in our society that we just know.