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Steve Jobs' 05 Stanford Commencement Speech (S738d-On Site)
From: Wimp.com on 2/3/2011
This is a speech that Steve Jobs,
the founder of Apple,
gave at Stanford University in 2005 for the graduation
commencement. In it, Steve recounts three personal
stories in which he advocates following your heart and
doing what you love. Click 'HERE' to hear and see this
Subj: Steve Jobs' Commencement Address At Stanford (S449b)
From: auntiegah on 8/20/2005
'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
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
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
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
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.
Subj: The Pampered Generation (S154)
From: collins2 on 01/14/2000
Subject: The Pampered > Date:
Monday, December 13, 1999 9:51 AM
Our beloved President shares our pain. I was embarrassed to
read that President Clinton and his advisors have said, "The
older generation must learn to sacrifice as other generations
That's my generation. I knew
eventually someone would ferret
out the dirty secret: we've lived the "lifestyle of the rich
and famous" all our lives. Now, I know I must bare the truth
about my generation and let the country condemn us for our
During the Depression we had
an hilarious time dancing to the
tune of "Brother Can You Spare A Dime?" We could choose to dine
at any of the country's fabulous soup kitchens, often joined by
our parents and siblings...those were the heady days of carefree
Then, with World War II, the
cup filled to overflowing. We had
the chance to bask on the exotic beaches of Guadalcanal, Iwo
Jima and Okinawa to see the capitols of Europe and travel to
such scenic spots as Bastogne, Malmedy and Monte Cassino. Of
course, one of the most exhilarating adventures was the stroll
from Bataan to the local Japanese hotels, laughingly known as
death camps. But the good times really rolled for those lucky
enough to be on the beaches of Normandy for the swimming and
boating that pleasant June day in '44. Unforgettable.
Even luckier were those that
drew the prized holiday tickets
for cruises on sleek, gray ships to fun filled spots like
Midway, The Solomons and Murmansk. Instead of asking, "what
can we do for our country, "an indulgent government let us
fritter away our youth wandering idly through the lush and
lovely jungles of Burma and New Guinea. Yes, it's all true:
we were pampered, we were spoiled rotten, we never did realize
what sacrifice meant.
We envy you, Mr. Clinton, the
harsh lessons you learned in
London, Moscow and Little Rock. My generation is old, Mr.
President...and guilty; but we are repentant. Punish us for
our failings, sir, that we may learn the true meaning of Duty,
Honor, and Country.
Robert J. Grady, Lt. Col., USAF
(Ret), Colorado Springs.
IF YOU FEEL AS I DO, YOU WILL PASS THIS ON TO EVERY ONE ON
YOUR LIST REGARDLESS OF THEIR POLITICAL PREFERENCE..
10 Life Lessons From A Navy Seal
Posted by Texas Exes (S906d-Object)
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Lee Iacocca Is Angry (S627c)
From: ICohen on 1/12/2009
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Lee Iacocca Says:
'Am I the only guy in this country
who's fed up with
what's happening? Where the hell is our outrage? We
should be screaming bloody murder! We've got a gang
of clueless bozos steering our ship of state right over
a cliff, we've got corporate gangsters stealing us blind,
and we can't even clean up after a hurricane much less
build a hybrid car. But instead of getting mad, everyone
sits around and nods their heads when the politicians say,
'Stay the course.'
Stay the course? You've
got to be kidding. This is
America, not the damned, 'Titanic'. I'll give you a
sound bite: 'Throw all the bums out!'
You might think I'm getting senile,
that I've gone off
my rocker, and maybe I have. But someone has to speak
up. I hardly recognize this country anymore.
The most famous business leaders
are not the innovators
but the guys in handcuffs. While we're fiddling in Iraq,
the Middle East is burning and nobody seems to know what
to do. And the press is waving 'pom-poms' instead of
asking hard questions. That's not the promise of the
'America' my parents and yours traveled across the ocean
for. I've had enough. How about you?
I'll go a step further.
You can't call yourself a patriot
if you're not outraged. This is a fight I'm ready and
willing to have. The Biggest 'C' is Crisis! (Iacocca
elaborates on nine C's of leadership, with crisis
being the first.)
Leaders are made, not born.
Leadership is forged in
times of crisis. It's easy to sit there with your feet
up on the desk and talk theory. Or send someone else's
kids off to war when you've never seen a battlefield
yourself. It's another thing to lead when your world
comes tumbling down.
On September 11, 2001, we needed
a strong leader more
than any other time in our history. We needed a steady
hand to guide us out of the ashes. A hell of a mess,
so here's where we stand.
We're immersed in a bloody war
with no plan for winning
and no plan for leaving.
We're running the biggest deficit
in the history of the
We're losing the manufacturing
edge to Asia, while our
once-great companies are getting slaughtered by health
Gas prices are skyrocketing,
and nobody in power has a
coherent energy policy. Our schools are in trouble.
Our borders are like sieves.
The middle class is being squeezed every which way.
These are times that cry out for leadership.
But when you look around, you've
got to ask: 'Where
have all the leaders gone?' Where are the curious,
creative communicators? Where are the people of
character, courage, conviction, omnipotence, and common
sense? I may be a sucker for alliteration, but I think
you get the point.
Name me a leader who has a better
idea for homeland
security than making us take off our shoes in airports
and throw away our shampoo?
We've spent billions of dollars
building a huge new
bureaucracy, and all we know how to do is react to
things that have already happened.
Name me one leader who emerged
from the crisis of
Hurricane Katrina. Congress has yet to spend a single
day evaluating the response to the hurricane or demanding
accountability for the decisions that were made in the
crucial hours after the storm.
Everyone's hunkering down, fingers
crossed, hoping it
doesn't happen again. Now, that's just crazy. Storms
happen. Deal with it. Make a plan. Figure out what
you're going to do the next time.
Name me an industry leader who
is thinking creatively
about how we can restore our competitive edge in
manufacturing. Who would have believed that there could
ever be a time when 'The Big Three' referred to Japanese
car companies? How did this happen, and more important,
what are we going to do about it?
Name me a government leader who
can articulate a plan
for paying down the debit, or solving the energy crisis,
or managing the health care problem. The silence is
deafening. But these are the crises that are eating
away at our country and milking the middle class dry.
I have news for the gang in Congress.
We didn't elect
you to sit on your asses and do nothing and remain
silent while our democracy is being hijacked and our
greatness is being replaced with mediocrity. What is
everybody so afraid of? That some bonehead on Fox News
will call them a name? Give me a break. Why don't
you guys show some spine for a change?
Had Enough? Hey, I'm not
trying to be the voice of
gloom and doom here. I'm trying to light a fire. I'm
speaking out because I have hope - I believe in America.
In my lifetime, I've had the privilege of living through
some of America 's greatest moments. I've also
experienced some of our worst crises: The 'Great
Depression,' 'World War II,' the 'Korean War,' the
'Kennedy Assassination,' the 'Vietnam War,' the 1970's
oil crisis, and the struggles of recent years culminating
If I've learned one thing, it's
this: 'You don't get
anywhere by standing on the sidelines waiting for somebody
else to take action. Whether it's building a better car
or building a better future for our children, we all have
a role to play. That's the challenge I'm raising in this
book. It's a "Call to Action" for people who, like me,
believe in America'. It's not too late, but it's getting
pretty close. So let's shake off the crap and go to work.
Let's tell 'em all we've had 'enough.'
Make your own contribution by
sending this to everyone you
know and care about. It's our country, folks, and it's
our future. Our future is at stake!!
This article is true as verified
Subj: Columbine Father's Testimony (S125b)
From: TA989287 on 6/14/99
TESTIMONY OF DARRELL SCOTT FATHER
OF TWO VICTIMS OF COLUMBINE
HIGH SCHOOL SHOOTING LITTLETON, COLORADO BEFORE THE
SUBCOMMITTEE ON CRIME HOUSE JUDICIARY COMMITTEE UNITED STATES
HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES, THURSDAY, MAY 27,1999 2:00P.M.
2141 RAYBURN HOUSE OFFICE BUILDING
Since the dawn of creation, there
has been both good and
evil in the heart of men and of women. We all contain the
seeds of kindness or the seeds of violence.
The death of my wonderful daughter
Rachel Joy Scott and the
deaths of that heroic teacher and the other children who
died must not be in vain. Their blood cries out for answers.
The first recorded act of violence
was when Cain slew his
brother Able in the field. The villain was not the club he
used. Neither was it the NCA, the National Club Association.
The true killer was Cain and the reason for the murder could
only be found in Cain's heart.
In the days that followed the
Columbine tragedy, I was amazed
at how quickly fingers began to be pointed at groups such as
the NRA. I am not a member of the NRA. I am not a hunter.
I do not even own a gun. I am not here to represent or defend
the NRA because I don't believe that they are responsible for
my daughter's death. Therefore, do not believe they need to
If I believed they had anything
to do with Rachel's murder, I
would be their strongest opponent.
I am here today to declare that
Columbine was not just a
tragedy. It was a spiritual event that should be forcing us
to look at where the real blame lies!
Much of that blame lies here
in this room. Much of that
blame lies behind the pointing fingers of the accusers
I wrote a poem just four nights
ago that express my feelings
best. This was written way before I knew l would be
speaking here today.
Your laws ignore our deepest
Your words are empty air.
You've stripped away our heritage.
You've outlawed simple prayer.
Now gunshots fill our classrooms.
And precious children die.
You seek for answers everywhere.
And ask the question "WHY"?
You regulate restrictive laws.
Through legislative creed.
Add yet you fail to understand.
That God is what we need!
Men and women are three part
beings. We all consist of body,
soul, and spirit. When we refuse to acknowledge a third
part of our makeup, we create a void that allows evil,
prejudice, and hatred to rush in and wreck havoc.
Spiritual influences were present
within our educational
systems for most of our nation's history. Many of our major
colleges began as theological seminaries. This is a
What has happened to us as a
nation? We have refused to
honor God, and in doing so, we open the doors to hatred and
And when something as terrible
as Columbine's tragedy occurs,
politicians immediately look for a scapegoat such as the NRA.
They immediately seek to pass more restrictive laws that
continue to erode away our personal and private liberties.
We do not need more restrictive
laws. Eric and Dylan would
not have been stopped by metal detectors. No amount of gun
laws can stop someone who spends months planning this type
The real villain lies within
our OWN hearts. Political
posturing and restrictive legislation are not the answers.
The young people of our nation
hold the key. There is a
spiritual awakening taking place that will not be squelched.
We do not need more religion.
We do not need more gaudy
television evangelists spewing out verbal religious garbage.
We do not need more million dollar church buildings built
while people with basic needs are being ignored.
We do need a change of heart
and a humble acknowledgment
that this nation was founded on the principle of simple
trust in God.
As my son Craig lay under that
table in the school library
and saw his two friends murdered before his very eyes, he
did not hesitate to pray in school.
I defy any law or politician to deny him that right!
I challenge every young person
in America and around the
world to realize that on April 20, 1999 at Columbine High
School, prayer was brought back to our schools.
Do not let the many prayers offered
by those students be in
Dare to move into the new millennium
with a sacred disregard
for legislation that violates your conscience and denies
your God-given right to communicate with Him.
To those of you who would point
your finger at the NRA, I
give to you a sincere challenge. Dare to examine your own
heart before you cast the first stone!
My daughter's death will not
be in vain. The young people
of this country will not allow that to happen.
Matthew McConaughey Oscar Speech (S1070d-On Site)
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