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Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
i thought i will share with you or introduce you to this wonderful woman that changed my life at one stage..a woman that i would look up to...a great spirit that i admire and i often cry when i watch her you tube videos..
i encourage you to watch them ( i will give you the links to my fav videos of hers)...so this is what i thought would suit to compile my note.....
"Beautiful people do not just happen"
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.” -Dr. Elisabeth Kübler-Rossi
Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, M.D was a psychiatrist and the author of the groundbreaking On Death and Dying. She has earned a place in history as the best-loved and most-respected authority on the subject. Elisabeth spent most of her life working with the dying. She was born in Zurich Switzerland, one of triplets. She graduated Medical School at the University of Zurich in 1957. She came to the United States in 1958. At the Hospital where she worked in New York, she was appalled by the standard treatment of dying patients.
“They were shunned and abused, nobody was honest with them”
she said. Unlike her colleagues, she made it a point to sit with terminal patients, listening as they poured out their hearts to her. She began giving lectures featuring dying patients who talked about what they were going through. Her first book On Death and Dying in 1969 made Kübler-Ross an internationally renowned author.
“My goal was to break through the layer of professional denial that prohibited patients from airing their inner-most concerns,” she wrote.
She spent many years speaking to standing room only audiences and writing over twenty books on the subject. Her books have been translated into more than twenty-five languages.
She is also the recipient of more than twenty honorary doctorates.
In 1995 she suffered a series of major strokes, which left her paralyzed and facing her own death. At the time she said, “I am like a plane that has left the gate and not taken off. I would rather go back to the gate or fly away.” It was during this time that she and David Kessler wrote their first book together, “Life Lessons: two experts on death and dying teach us about the mysteries of life and living.” She said, “I wanted to finally write a book on life and living” Elisabeth Kübler-Ross passed away on August 24, 2004. Elisabeth’s last book, co-written with David Kessler, “On Grief and Grieving” was completed one month before her death. “On Grief and Grieving,” is her final legacy, one that brings her life’s work profoundly full circle. “On Grief and Grieving” was published in 2005 in harcover and 2007 in paperback. On February 6, 2007 Elisabeth Kübler-Ross was chosen for induction intoThe National Women’s Hall Of Fame David Kessler considers it an honor and privilege to have worked so closely with Elisabeth for ten years and to be with her during her passing. He feels it is part of his mission to keep her work alive for the next generation.
Used from (http://grief.com/elisabeth-kubler-ross/) -Dr. Elisabeth Kübler-Ross http://ashinine.com/2011/07/12/beautiful-people/
here are the links that i mentioned in the beginning :-)...this links may not be directly linked when in the note..but i am sure if you are really interested you would copy paste them in the address bar and it will work :-) god bless you for coming this far in my note the first link is highly recommended :-)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlOcFIBZR6E&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6a0ActS4C8&feature=mh_lolz&list=WL590364D2E95D73F7
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kwTs7Tgnr1o&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7v8fjWs7Ew&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0EMyQ7dI4eI&feature=relmfu
Auguries of Innocence
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day
i have not been active since 2008!!!!! :-)
i guess its time to Resurrect this
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i have made postes on my Fb site and i am intending to repost them here..to spread the good news ..
i think thats what we are here for at the first place...youe all the resources you an to spread the good news...everbody like to hear the good news!!!
love and peace to you all <3 ..may you all be well and healthy..
bring forth that love..the inner candle that burns in the hearts of each one of you!!!!!!