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Mingin's Commencement Speech'
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
Subj: Ashton Kutcher At Teen Choice Awards (S972d-Object)
From: Bobbie Nickolatos on Facebook
.......Click 'HERE' to hear Ashton Kutcher telling the
.......3 keys to building a life rather than living one.
Subj: MacArthur's Farewell Speech To West Point (S382)
From: tadams96 on 5/27/2004
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
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
And what sort of soldiers are
those you are to lead? Are
they reliable? Are they brave? Are they capable of
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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,
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.
Make Your Bed Speech (S1074d-On Site)
From: Gayle Heckman Coleman on 8/17/2017
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....former US Navy Admiral, William H. McRaven.
to hear Adm. McRaven's full ninteen minute speech.
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
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
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
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.
Subj: Linus Van Pelt's Lecture (DU)
Subj: Five Lessons Life Has Taught Oprah Winfrey (S121)
From: smiles on 5/23/99
Oprah Winfrey's Commencement
Wellesley College, in Wellesley,MA
May 30, 1997
Here are some excerpts of (some
of which were in HAND-0577)
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
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.
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.....
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.
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  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.
Subj: Kurt Vonnegut's Commencement Address At MIT (S28)
From: ArmaDillow on 97-08-06
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:
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
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
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Don't be reckless with other
people's hearts. Don't put
up with people who are reckless with yours.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Subj: Origin Of Kurt Vonnegut's Address (DU)
From: ArmaDillow on 97-08-06
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.
Advice To Live By (S678d-On Site)
From: Wimp.com on 1/8/2010
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.