Posts Tagged ‘lessons’

Six Life Lessons (for High School Graduates)

(This is the transcript of a commencement speech I gave to a Marin County high school a few years ago.)

Mahatma Gandhi was approached one day by a woman and her young son. She asked, “Mahatma, can you please tell my son to stop eating sugar. It’s not good for him, and he won’t listen to me. He respects you, and I know he will listen to you.”

The Mahatma said, “Fine. Come back in a week.”

A week later, the woman and her son came back. The Mahatma said, “I’m not quite ready. Please come back in another week.”

Another week went by, and the woman came back with her son. The Mahatma was ready, and he said, “Son, you should stop eating sugar. It is not good for you.”

The woman was pleased, but also a bit confused. She said, “Why did it take you so long to say such a simple thing.”

The Mahatma replied, “When you first came to me, I had not stopped eating sugar myself.”

3535859632_401c8b0ecd_b

The moral of the story is clear: Don’t tell people to do things you haven’t done yourself. So, I don’t want to speak about things I haven’t tried and tested myself, and I don’t want to tell you a bunch of nonsense I don’t believe in. I don’t want to tell you all kinds of fancy stuff about the future and your place in it, because I’m not psychic.

(more…)

Six Months to Live

It was November 2011, and I had just finished leading a week-long retreat in Bali.

I was scheduled to return to Los Angeles, but I was too sick and incapacitated to fly all that way. Instead, I flew to the much closer Australia, where I had lived from 2005 till May 2011.

Bali temple

I was experiencing chronic and acute pain in my back. I was progressively losing leg strength. I could stand only on crutches. Lying down, I could not lift my legs and barely wiggle my toes. From various chiropractors, physical therapists, and other holistic healers, I had received a general diagnosis of spinal disc problems. No therapy relieved the pain or symptoms.

On Christmas Eve 2011, I was flooded with the awareness that something was truly wrong and that I needed to go to a hospital immediately. A few hours later, I was admitted to the emergency room of a local hospital. (more…)

Holding Hands with Death

Myriam Negre writes of her experience with leukemia when she was 12 years old. It was our shared experience of holding hands with cancer that brought Myriam and I together in friendship and mutual admiration. She is a rare and beautiful being, who births each new artwork from her soul and whose every word comes from her heart. She lives in the hills outside of Barcelona, Spain with her husband and two daughters.

 

Myriam Negre's backyard

Myriam Negre’s backyard

(more…)