Monday, December 31, 2012

2012 - The Year That Was

I must admit, the year was eventful… finally few things fell into place, of which some were least unexpected! I have lost the sense of chronology for the year… I may miss some important ones but as of now this is what I remember!
With the uncertainty looming over my foreign aspiration, my hopes were knocked down… everything looked liked a distant dream… February came, and so did my annual leave… hadn’t been anywhere last summer due to my GMAT exam (fiasco), so I was in no mood to ruin this one as well… had a long list of places to travel but ended up travelling only half of them… still those were the frontiers I had never been before… I wish to discover those places again and hopefully beyond… been to visit my grandparents (maternal uncle’s home) after almost five years! And with my bucket-list getting shorter, I thought it was a good omen!
Decided to give it a try, come what may… got the papers ready… the word was now literally on the street… taking the step back now, was out of context! As time passed by, had a bit of confidence as well… the D-day came! Negative! Shocked, I was and so were everyone else. Decided to have another go! Negative, again. Didn’t have guts to have another attempt. After much pondering, finally decided to have a final go… this one with a view to make roads ahead clear for the future… hope, I didn’t have any. Turned out to be a good shot, third time lucky! Some thought it was a perfect example of ‘never giving up’, for me it was not, I had nothing to prove, it was something else.
Left my job of three years… I was happy for that, thought I stayed longer than I had intended… had never left my home for long ever before, and now here I was leaving my home and country for a land on a different horizon and that too for years… wasn’t worried much as I would have my sister nearby… but then somewhere inside, you miss your home and family, always…
People ask me how this place is… planned, developed, organized with clear blue sky… and to their disbelief, people down to earth and helpful as well… been lucky to have known too many wonderful people this year… making new friends, travelling new places… by now I have more or less adopted to this place… I still make sure I am in touch with my family and wonderful friends back home… for the coming year, I wish to follow up all those stuff… but I need to be more organized as I still lack the time management skill!
Be amazing. Be good. Be strong. Be smart. Be cool. But the most important thing, be yourself! That’s what I am going to try to do.
Happy New Year 2013!!! Have a wonderful year ahead.
Post Script: We survived 12/21/2012! Yes, we did!

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Chuck Feeney: The Billionaire Who Is Trying To Go Broke

On a cool summer afternoon at Dublin’s Heuston Station, Chuck Feeney, 81, gingerly stepped off a train on his journey back from the University of Limerick, a 12,000 - student college he willed into existence with his vision, his influence and nearly $170 million in grants, and hobbled toward the turnstiles on sore knees. No commuter even glanced twice at the short New Jersey native, one hand holding a plastic bag of newspapers, the other grasping an iron fence for support. The man who arguably has done more for Ireland than anyone since Saint Patrick slowly limped out of the station completely unnoticed. And that’s just how Feeney likes it.
 
Chuck Feeney is the James Bond of philanthropy. Over the last 30 years he’s crisscrossed the globe conducting a clandestine operation to give away a $7.5 billion fortune derived from hawking cognac, perfume and cigarettes in his empire of duty-free shops. His foundation, the Atlantic Philanthropies, has funneled $6.2 billion into education, science, health care, aging and civil rights in the U.S., Australia, Vietnam, Bermuda, South Africa and Ireland. Few living people have given away more, and no one at his wealth level has ever given their fortune away so completely during their lifetime. The remaining $1.3 billion will be spent by 2016, and the foundation will be shuttered in 2020. While the business world’s titans obsess over piling up as many riches as possible, Feeney is working double time to die broke.

Feeney embarked on this mission in 1984, in the middle of a decade marked by wealth creation–and conspicuous consumption–when he slyly transferred his entire 38.75% ownership stake in Duty Free Shoppers to what became the Atlantic Philanthropies. “I concluded that if you hung on to a piece of the action for yourself you’d always be worrying about that piece,” says Feeney, who estimates his current net worth at $2 million (with an “m”). “People used to ask me how I got my jollies, and I guess I’m happy when what I’m doing is helping people and unhappy when what I’m doing isn’t helping people.”
What Feeney does is give big money to big problems–whether bringing peace to Northern Ireland, modernizing Vietnam’s health care system or seeding $350 million to turn New York‘s long-neglected Roosevelt Island into a technology hub. He’s not waiting to grant gifts after he’s gone nor to set up a legacy fund that annually tosses pennies at a $10 problem. He hunts for causes where he can have dramatic impact and goes all-in. “Chuck Feeney is a remarkable role model,” Bill Gates tells FORBES, “and the ultimate example of giving while living.”
For the first 15 years of this mission Feeney obsessively hid the type of donations that other tycoons employ publicists to plaster across newspapers. Many charities had no idea where the piles of money were coming from. Those that did were sworn to secrecy. “I had to convince the board of trustees that it was on the level, that there was nothing disreputable and this wasn’t Mafia money,” says Frank Rhodes, the former president of Cornell University who later chaired Atlantic Philanthropies. “That was difficult.” Eventually Feeney was outed ( in part due to FORBES), but his fervent desire for anonymity remained (until this year he had done about five interviews in his life). Now that his quest to give until nearly broke is coming to its conclusion, he’s opening up a bit. What emerges is one of strangest, most impactful lives of all time.
Feeney prefers showing to telling. In Dublin he sends me on a three-hour tour of Trinity College to witness everything from the library gift shop he designed to his genetics complex and department of neuroscience, complete with lab rats with electrodes implanted in their heads. The next day he endures the six-hour round-trip to the University of Limerick to personally walk me through its Irish World Academy of Music & Dance, its new medical school and its new sports center (now home to Ireland’s Munster rugby team), where hundreds of young kids were playing soccer on the all-weather turf. Rather than walk me through his life story, he invites Conor O’Clery , the author of the Feeney biography , The Billionaire Who Wasn’t (PublicAffairs, 2007), to dinner in Dublin’s Peploe’s Bistro. At dinner Feeney sits quietly in a frayed navy blazer, sipping chardonnay that he dilutes with a splash of water, occasionally throwing in a point for emphasis or, more often, a witty, self-deprecating joke.
The story that emerges is this: Feeney grew up in an Irish-American neighborhood in the blue-collar town of Elizabeth, N.J., coming of age in the Great Depression. He served in the Air Force during the Korean War before attending the Cornell School of Hotel Administration on the GI Bill. After graduation in 1956 he traveled to France to take more college classes and later got involved in the business of following the U.S. Navy’s Atlantic fleet, selling tax-free booze to sailors. Competition was intense, but he got ahead by using his military experience to talk his way directly onto ships and gathering intelligence on the fleet’s next destination by chatting up local prostitutes.
He brought fellow Cornell alum Bob Miller into the business, and the pair started selling cars, perfume and jewelry to servicemen and tourists. They later added tax lawyer Tony Pilaro and accountant Alan Parker as owners to help manage the bootstrapped business more professionally. By 1964 their Duty Free Shoppers had 200 employees in 27 countries.
It was a nice little business, but soon the Japanese economic boom would transform the scrappy operation into one of the most profitable retailers in history. In 1964, the same year as the Tokyo Olympics, Japan lifted foreign travel restrictions (enacted after World War II to rebuild the economy), allowing citizens to vacation abroad. Japanese tourists, along with their massive store of pent-up savings, surged across the globe. Hawaii and Hong Kong were top destinations. Feeney, who had picked up some Japanese language and customs while in the Air Force, hired smart, pretty Japanese girls to work the stores and filled his shelves with cognac, cigarettes and leather bags that gift-crazy Japanese snatched up for co-workers and friends. Soon Feeney and company had tour guides on the payroll who herded tourists to DFS stores before they had even checked into the hotel so they couldn’t spend money anywhere else first.
The Japanese were such lucrative customers that Feeney hired analysts to predict which cities they’d flock to next. DFS shops sprung up in Anchorage, San Francisco and Guam. Another target was Saipan, a tiny tropical island just a short flight from Japan that he predicted could become a hot beach spot for Tokyo residents. There was a catch: The island lacked an airport. So in 1976 DFS invested $5 million to have one built.
The aggressive growth strategy placed DFS in the perfect position for the subsequent Japanese economic explosion. Feeney received annual dividend payouts worth $12,000 in 1967, according to O’Clery. His payout in 1977? Twelve million dollars. Over the next decade Feeney banked nearly $334 million in dividends that he plowed into hotels, retail shops, clothing companies and, later, tech startups. He remained obsessively secretive and low key, but the money was now too big to ignore.
In 1988 The Forbes 400 issue included a four-page feature that exposed the success of DFS and the vast wealth of its four owners. The story by Andrew Tanzer and Marc Beauchamp, and the subsequent attention, was so jarring to Feeney that O’Clery devoted an entire chapter of his biography to the episode. The article pulled back the curtain on how DFS operated: its Japan strategy, the 200% markups, the 20% margins and blistering annual sales of roughly $1.6 billion. FORBES estimated that Feeney’s Waikiki shop annually generated $20,000 of revenue per square foot–$38,700 in current dollars, more than seven times Apple’s current average of $5,000. “My reaction was, ?Well, there goes our cover, ‘ ” says Feeney. “ We tried to figure out if it did us any damage but concluded no, the info was in the public domain.” The piece identified Feeney as the 31st-richest person in America, worth an estimated $1.3 billion. His secret was out.
But FORBES had made two mistakes: First, the fortune was worth substantially more. And second, it no longer belonged to Feeney.
Only a close inner circle knew of the latter: that Feeney himself was worth at most a few million dollars and didn’t even own a car. Feeney’s team contemplated a secret meeting with Malcolm Forbes to see how they could set the record straight but in the end decided to let the issue go. Feeney would be listed on The Forbes 400 until 1996.
Although he had shifted his ownership to Atlantic via a complex Bahamas-based asset swap to minimize disclosure and taxes, Feeney continued to aggressively expand DFS, traveling the globe to conquer new markets, expand margins and outmaneuver rivals. He loved making money but had no need for it once it was made. Feeney was happy with simple things. He had grown up in a humble, hardworking house and watched his parents constantly help others. In an oft-told story, each morning his mother, Madaline, a nurse, would jump in the car and conveniently drive by a disabled neighbor as he walked to the bus just to give him a ride. This tradition of charity was not extended to business rivals. “I’m a competitive type of person whether it’s playing a game of basketball or playing business games,” says Feeney. “I don’t dislike money, but there’s only so much money you can use.”
The money was how Feeney kept score, and while it no longer flowed into his pocket, he helped rake in as much as possible as an active DFS board member throughout the 1990s. Since his foundation’s wealth was built on the illiquid stake in DFS, his grants lived and died on the cash dividends the company paid out–a major problem when the Gulf war and subsequent dive in global tourism restricted the once gushing cash flow to a trickle. Even as the economy recovered, a desire for the freedom of a cash pile, plus a gut instinct that DFS’ best days were behind it (Japan was clearly slowing down), motivated Feeney to push his three other partners to start looking for a suitor to buy DFS. There were few companies big enough to absorb and run the global operation. The French luxury powerhouse LVMH, helmed by billionaire Bernard Arnault, was the clear favorite. Feeney got owner Alan Parker on his side early. Pilaro and Miller would prove harder to convince.
For two years the four owners battled with themselves and Arnault over prices and deal terms. Each player brought their own high-powered attorneys into the scrum. “Every time I’d see a new a lawyer I’d say, ?Holy Christ, how much are we paying this guy? ‘ ” Feeney laughs.
Feeney’s philanthropic secret ended in 1997, after he (along with Pilaro and Parker) sold their share of DFS to LVMH, and the world learned Feeney’s $1.6 billion cut belonged not to the man but to his foundation. Through the sale he reluctantly gave up his anonymity but in the process gained a better tool for good: a powerful following. Two of the world’s richest men, Bill Gates and Warren Buffett, credit Feeney as a major inspiration for both the $30 billion-strong Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation and the Giving Pledge, which has enlisted more than 90 of the world’s richest to (eventually) grant half their wealth to charity. “ Chuck is fond of saying that none of us has all the answers,” says Gates, “but I know that Melinda and I have learned a great deal from him in the time we’ve spent together.”
Part of the kindred spirit that Feeney and Gates share stems from their entrepreneurial backgrounds and how they apply them to giving back. In many ways Atlantic was the forerunner to the Gates Foundation, practicing high-margin philanthropy: choosing causes that will maximize the impact of each dollar pledged, whether it’s $250,000 for Haiti earthquake relief or $290 million to build a new medical campus for the University of California, San Francisco.
He forces charities to compete for his cash, requesting detailed business plans with clear milestones and full transparency. If a project runs off course, Feeney cuts funding. He chooses programs that promise exponential returns that will allow people to lift themselves up. He pumps billions into university research in places like Ireland and Australia because he believes it creates a skilled workforce and attracts top talent, setting the table for high-tech industry and foreign direct investment. Operation Smile, a charity that corrects cleft palates in children from poor nations, is a classic Feeney cause: a one-time $250 investment to cover the cost of a simple surgery that will markedly improve every day of the patient’s life. He’s given $19.5 million there.
To further maximize return, Feeney leverages every dollar the foundation gives–using the promise of substantial gifts to force governments and other donors to match. In one famous example, in 1997 he proposed pledging roughly $100 million to Ireland’s universities but only if the cash-strapped government matched the amount. It did. (A total of $226 million in Atlantic grants have leveraged $1.3 billion of government money to its university system.) He works the same tactic with other wealthy people and development offices. Feeney never slaps his name on a library or hospital, since he can collect additional money for the project from more egocentric tycoons who gladly pay millions for the privilege.
Casual observers categorize Feeney as frugal, but that’s a simplistic diagnosis. On the spending side Feeney obsesses over value, and on the cost side, he loathes waste. Atlantic’s president and CEO, Chris Oechsli, recalls staying in a Vietnam hostel with him on one business trip but adds that Feeney also once sent him back to the U.S. on the Concorde because he understood the need to get him home in time for the holidays. As for Feeney, he flew millions of miles in coach because first class didn’t get him to his destination any faster. He wears a rubber Casio watch because it keeps time like a Rolex. During our train back from Limerick he would curse and shake his head each time we passed one of many abandoned housing developments (ghost estates) left over from the country’s real estate bust. “I’m always the first guy to ask how much is that or what does it cost?” Feeney says about living the high life. “I never tried it because I knew I wouldn’t like it.” Feeney rarely owned a car because they were difficult to park in cities–although he admits briefly owning a used Jaguar when he lived in Hong Kong. No yacht? “I guess the answer to that is I get seasick easy.”
Although he raised his family in multimillion-dollar mansions (his ex-wife and five children later split $140 million of the DFS fortune), today Feeney lives out of three foundation-owned apartments in Dublin, Brisbane and San Francisco, and crashes in his daughter’s apartment while in New York. Atlantic’s Irish operations are housed in a stately town house in the posh district off St. Stephen’s Green–Feeney and wife Helga (his former secretary) live in a small stone mews apartment out back. Even Feeney’s taxes underscore how he thinks: He has aggressively tried to avoid taxes at every stage in his career–from setting up his early business in Lichtenstein, incorporating his holding company in Bermuda and listing it under the name of his then wife Danielle, a French citizen–despite gaining no personal advantage in his later years. Eventually, less taxes meant that he could give away more.
This waste/value mind-set explains how a frenetic penny-pincher is also completely comfortable deploying massive amounts of cash on projects where he sees the chance of a high return. Take his recent $350 million pledge that helped Cornell, along with Technion-Israel Institute of Technology, win the bid to build a $2 billion technology institute on Roosevelt Island. This Silicon Valley East will attract the best engineers and students to the region. Feeney is betting top tech firms and new startups will follow, eventually producing thousands of jobs and billions of revenue for the region. “The visionary gift will pay dividends not just for Cornell but for New York City,” says Mayor Michael Bloomberg. It’s a textbook Atlantic investment, including leverage in the form of $100 million plus land courtesy of New York City taxpayers. Feeney’s only regret is that the opportunity came late for him and he won’t live to see the project completed.
That’s a lesson he wants to teach the new class of philanthropists: Don’t wait to give your money away when you’re old or, even worse, dead. Instead, make substantial donations while you still have the energy, connections and influence to make waves. “People who have money have an obligation,” says Feeney. “I wouldn’t say I’m entitled to tell them what to do with it but to use it wisely.” That’s why that man who obsessively guarded his privacy for decades has participated in the biography, spent three days with me and on Sept. 6 publicly accepted an honorary doctorate of law granted jointly from every university on the island of Ireland–the first time such an award has been given.
Feeney might soon gain access to the biggest megaphone of all: Hollywood. George Clooney has reportedly considered adapting Feeney’s story for the silver screen. Who should play him in the film? Feeney thinks deeply on our way back from Limerick and chuckles before sharing his answer: “Probably Danny DeVito.”
How do you give away $7.5 billion? Follow timeline below of the Atlantic Philanthropies’ greatest hits.
1982: Makes first grant of $7 million to Cornell. Total gifts will reach $937 million.
1984: Transfers his 38.75% DFS ownership to Atlantic.
1988: Gives $142,000 to support the Cancer Research Institute.? Worldwide cancer grants will hit $370 million.
1990: Atlantic makes its first grant to University of Limerick to construct advanced research, conference and cultural facilities. Lifetime grants: $170 million.
1991: Funds peace-building and reconciliation in Northern Ireland.
1997: Feeney goes public about his charity activities.
1999: Invests in Vietnam in the areas of higher education and health care.?
2001: Funds biomedical research at Australia’s Queensland U. of Technology; Total Aussie medical grants: $320 million.
2002: Makes grant for South Africa AIDS relief: has invested over $117 million in South African health care.
2004: Begins funding efforts to abolish the death penalty in the U .S. –has invested $28 million to date.
2006: Starts efforts to ensure health coverage for the almost 8 million uninsured children in the U .S.
2008: Makes $125 million grant for medical center at the University of California, San Francisco Mission Bay campus. Total UCSF grants: $290.5 million.
2012: With a $350 million investment, supports Cornell’s winning bid to develop NYC Tech Campus on Roosevelt Island.
2016: Will complete $1.3 billion worth of grants.
2020: The Atlantic Philanthropies will close.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

The Seasons of Life

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
 
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said, “no – it was covered with green buds and full of promise”. The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
 
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree’s life.
He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
Moral: Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don’t judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come sometime or later.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Bobby Pearce: The Sculler Who Stopped For Ducks

Henry Robert Pearce was born in London in 1905, but was known for most of his life as Bobby Pearce. His father Harry was a much accomplished rower who had twice challenged for the world championship. His grandfather Harry Pearce Senior had sculled against Ed Trickett and had beaten William Beach before Beach went on to win the world championship in 1885. With so much sculling heritage in his family, it was no surprise that at the age of six Bobby first entered a regatta and won an under-16 handicap race. Pearce then went on to win his first open event at the age of 14, and in 1926 he took the Australian single sculls championship title. Growing up in the Sydney harbourside suburb of Double Bay, his immediate rowing future before the 1928 Amsterdam Olympics came under a shadow due to accusations of professionalism. Convincing the New South Wales Amateur Rowing Association that this was a case of mistaken identity (arguing it was one of his brothers who had received payment for race rowing, an insurmountable bar to Olympic competition which was firmly amateur in 1928), Bobby Pearce was confirmed by the then Australian Olympic Federation as Australia's single sculls entrant.
The Amsterdam 1928 rowing regatta was held on the Sloten Canal, and in the single sculls (also known as the skiff) there were fifteen countries represented with fifteen entrants. The format of the competition was an initial round of seven match races, followed by a reclassification/repercharge round, a second round of six matches races and two reclassifications, a third round of four match races, a semi-final and then the gold medal final scull. Bobby Pearce had carried the Australian flag at the front of the Australian team in the Antwerp opening ceremony and this honour was a tribute to his potential results in the upcoming Olympic regatta. The leading rivals for Pearce were the Briton Theodore Collet, the American Kenneth Myers and the local sculler, Dutchman Lambertus Collet.
In the opening round Pearce demonstrated his superiority over his German rival Walter Flinsch, a five-time national champion, reaching the finish of their scull 26 seconds in front of the German. In the Sydney Morning Herald it was reported that Bobby Pearce had actually pulled up and waited for Flinsch to finish. Amongst the other potential medallists Myers had defeated De Kok from South Africa, Collet beat Candeveau of Switzerland and Gunther had narrowly lost to the Canadian Wright. Importantly Pearce had set the quickest time for the distance, winning in 7 minutes 55.75 seconds.
The next round of sculling matches were even more promising for Pearce. Rowing against the Dane oarsman Schwartz Bobby Pearce won with eight lengths to spare, taking almost a full half minute off his previous race time. Gunther had won through his reclasification round and won his race, whilst Myers defeated Collet. It was obvious by now that Bobby Pearce was in gold medal winning form. It was going to take a lot to stop Pearce in his quarter-final race against the French rower Victor Saurin. No one would have expected what did stop the Australian on his way to gold.
As recorded by Harry Gordon in his book "Australia and The Olympic Games", the following story was reported by a Dutch newspaper and had many and varied retellings. However Pearce himself gave only one recorded version of the incident that occurred in his scull against Savrin, in an interview given to sports historian Henry Roxborough in 1976, just after Pearce's death;
"I had beaten a German and a Dane in earlier heats and I was racing a Frenchman when I heard wild roars from the crowd along the bank of the canal. I could see some spectators vigorously pointing to something behind me, in my path. I peeked over one shoulder and saw something I didn't like, for a family of ducks in single file was swimming slowly from shore to shore. It's funny now, but it wasn't at the time for I had to lean on my oars and wait for a clear course, and all the while my opponenet was pulling away to a five length lead."
With an effort that would have been considered impossible from any of his competitors, and even today is hard to believe Pearce chased Savrin after stopping for the duck and its ducklings, caught up with the Frenchmen and then by the time the race was over Pearce had finished almost 30 seconds in front of his challenger. In fact Bobby Pearce's time even with the stop included was the fastest of the remaining eight scullers in that round. Not even swimming ducks could halt Bobby Pearce.
In the semi-final Pearce came up against the Briton Collet, and won through to the gold medal race by four lengths. The American Myers was unbeaten like Pearce, but his fastest time for the course was still a good 12 or so second behind the Australian's best. The final race, held on smooth water in the Sloten Canal on 15th October 1928 ended as it was expected. Pearce took the gold (in a time of 7 minutes 11 seconds, a record that would remain for the Olympic single sculls until Munich 1972) and was thus the greatest single oarsman at the 1928 Olympics. He was the first Australian rower to win a gold medal at the Olympics, then four years later he was the first Australian to successfully defend an Olympic title when he took gold at the 1932 Los Angeles regatta. Arguably the greatest pre-World War Two Australian Olympian, Bobby Pearce will always be remembered as the man who stopped rowing for ducks at the Olympic Games.

From Janitor to CEO

Yet another rags-to-riches story that’ll either give you hope or make you feel terrible about your own life. Sidney James Weinberg was nicknamed “Mr.Wall Street” by the The New York Times and the “director of directors” by Fortune Magazine. He started out as an assistant janitor making $3/week.
 
Weinberg came from a poor family, and when he started working at Goldman Sachs, his responsibilities included brushing the firm partner’s hats and wiping mud from their overshoes. The grandson of the firm’s founder, Paul Sachs, promoted Weinberg to the mail room, which he completely reorganized. Paul Sachs saw his potential and sent him to Brooklyn’s Bowe’s Business College.
From there on in, he continued to climb the corporate ladder; becoming a securities trader, a partner, and then a senior partner. The company’s value was dangerously low when he finally became head of the firm in 1930. However, he saved it from bankruptcy and held the position until his death in 1969. This is a man who truly lived the American Dream.

Jesse James and the Widow

One day, as Jesse James and his gang were riding through Missouri, they saw a farmhouse and stopped to ask for something to eat. A widow lived there with three small children. She didn't have much in the house, but shared with them what she had.
 
It was while they were eating lunch that Jesse James noticed that something was bothering this generous widow. He questioned her about it, and she broke down and told him her story. The mortgage was due on the house that very day, and since her husband had died, she did not have the money to pay it. Her landlord was not a generous man, and was sure to put her children and herself out on the street.
"How much money do you need to pay the mortgage?" Jesse asked the widow.
"Fifteen hundred dollars," the widow sobbed.
Jesse James took out his money bag, counted out $1500 dollars and presented it to the widow.
"I can't take this," she protested, but Jesse James insisted she use the money to pay off the mortgage.
"Just make sure you get a receipt," he warned her, and she promised that she would. Then he got a description of the man, and left with his gang.
Jesse James and his gang waited in the woods near the house until the man had collected his money from the widow. Then they rode out onto the road and stole their money back from the landlord.
A Missouri Folktale

Eugene Lazowski - the Polish Schindler

A Polish WWII doctor saved thousands of Jews during the Holocaust by creating a fake Typhus epidemic which played on racist German phobias about hygiene.
 
Just to preface this, this man was so influential that he was called “the Polish Schindler.” His name was Dr. Eugene Lazowski, and was a Polish doctor who saved thousands of Jews during the Holocaust with an ingenious scheme.
He created a fake epidemic that played on German phobias to help save people. With the help of a friend, he created a fake outbreak of Typhus, a dangerous infectious disease. The Germans reacted by quarantining the area he had “designated” the outbreak to be at.
 
In total, the quarantine saved around 8,000 Polish Jews from death in concentration camps. In doing so, Lazowski had risked the death penalty. Despite this, it was a great success, and he went on to live many more years. He died back in 2006.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Hugh Glass - Long Walk Home

His name was Hugh Glass and his story is one of the most incredible ever told. Glass was an American fur trapper relatively well known during his life for exploring the West. In 1822, Glass responded to an advertisement to “ascend the river Missouri,” with a fur trading company. In August of 1823, while still on the trip, Glass was scouting alone and chanced upon a grizzly bear with two cubs. Before he could ready his weapon, he was attacked and badly mauled. Before going unconscious, he fought back and stabbed the bear several times, eventually killing it.
 
When his friends arrived on the scene, they found him unconscious next to a massive dead grizzly bear and assumed he was dead. Two of his friends were in the process of burying him when Arikaree Indians attacked and were forced to flee. Glass soon regained consciousness, finding himself completely alone in the wild with no weapons or equipment. With a broken leg, numerous cuts, and bare ribs showing, Glass set his own leg and wrapped himself in the pelt of the bear he had just killed to begin his trek back to Fort Kiowa over 200 miles away!
Eating mostly wild berries and roots, he allowed maggots to eat the dead flesh on his leg to prevent gangrene. Eventually he reached the Fort and established himself as one of the most famous and skilled frontiersmen in American history.

The Coffee Experiment

When coffee was first introduced to Europe from the Americas it was a new and exciting crop that drew much attention. There were many conflicting views on coffee, mostly on whether it would kill you or not. Coffee was illegal in Sweden as of 1674, yet use continued because it became fashionable among the wealthy and powerful. However, the king was terrified of it and implemented heavy fines against its use.
 
Gustav III thought the substance threatened public health and ran a study with two twins to learn more about it. Two identical twins had been arrested and sentenced to death. Instead, the king changed their sentence on the condition that one twin was to drink three pots of tea each day and the other was to consume three pots of coffee. The results? Strangely, the king and all of his physicians died before either of the twins.
The tea-drinker lived to the age of 83 and the coffee drinker made it even longer. This helped the Swedish government conclude that it couldn’t be that bad for you and in 1794 the ban on coffee was lifted!

Chicken, Alaska

In the late 1800s, during a gold rush in Alaska, The early miners that got there found that food was scarce, but the South Fork area was abundant in a bird named Ptarmigan. Ptarmigan is the Alaskan state bird, and it bears a resemblance to a chicken. Eating Ptarmigan helped the miners stay alive.
 
When a town around that area was to be named in 1902, people suggested the name "Ptarmigan," with full quotation marks. They decided to drop the quotes, but they ran into a problem: they couldn't agree on how to spell Ptarmigan!
To avoid future ridicule, they decided to avoid the name and just give it the name of Chicken!

The Three Wise Monkeys

The three wise monkeys, sometimes called the three mystic apes, are a pictorial maxim. Together they embody the proverbial principle to "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil". The three monkeys are Mizaru, covering his eyes, who sees no evil; Kikazaru, covering his ears, who hears no evil; and Iwazaru, covering his mouth, who speaks no evil.
 
Sometimes there is a fourth monkey depicted with the three others; the last one, Shizaru, symbolizes the principle of "do no evil". He may be shown crossing his arms. There are various meanings ascribed to the monkeys and the proverb including associations with being of good mind, speech and action.
In the Western world the phrase is often used to refer to those who deal with impropriety by turning a blind eye. In English, the monkeys' names are often given as Mizaru, Mikazaru, and Mazaru, but the last two names were corrupted from the Japanese originals.

"The Customer Is Always Right"

Nowadays, wherever you go, it seems like you always encounter at least one person in the service industry who is simply out to get you. Whether it’s a rude drive-thru worker, a pushy salesperson, or that guy at the Superstore who refuses to take back your old, broken vacuum…the customer isn’t always right anymore. But who even came up with that saying anyway?
 
Marshall Field, ranking #11 of the 30 Richest Americans of All Time, first said the famous words, “The customer is always right.” Field’s net worth at his time of death in 1906 was $66 billion dollars…yes, billion with a “B.” Much of his money came from Chicago real estate, but he also owned and operated a retail establishment called Marshall Field and Company. You can thank Marshall Field when doing your shopping this holiday season. His philosophies and high standards back in the day set the bar high for modern retailers. He was the reason many stores began openly displaying their prices and offering refunds and exchanges…most of the time.

The Ninth Symphony

It’s hard enough for those of us who CAN hear to compose music. Can you imagine composing a symphony, then conducting it completely without your sense of hearing? Only a musical genius could accomplish this astronomical feat, and that’s exactly what Ludwig Van Beethoven did in 1824. Symphony No. 9 is considered by many to be Beethoven’s greatest work, and some even proclaim it’s the most beautiful piece of music ever written.
 
The final complete symphony of his career, Beethoven was eager to debut the piece soon after its completion. The symphony premiered in Vienna to a packed house and was a huge success. Due to his deafness, Beethoven was off in his count and was still conducting even after the symphony had concluded.
Someone had to physically turn him around so he could accept the audience’s praise. The composer was treated to waving hands, handkerchiefs, and hats as a kind of “visual applause” for the masterpiece they had just witnessed.

Humbert Roque Versace

Captain Humbert Roque Versace was serving in the Vietnam War when on October 29, 1963 he and his men attacked by a large Viet Cong force. Not willing to give up, he instructed his men to fight until the very end. He kept his word and fought until he could no more, but was ultimately taken as a prisoner of war along with many of his men. However, when all seemed lost, Captain Versace wouldn’t let the Viet Cong break his spirits.
 
He would sing popular songs to his fellow prisoners from his isolation box in order to cheer them up. He would also write many encouraging messages on the walls of the latrine for the other prisoners to read. After many failed escape attempts, he used what he knew of the Vietnamese language to complain about the poor conditions he and the other prisoners were kept in, he was chained and gagged so the other prisoners couldn’t hear him.
The last time that any prisoners heard him, he was singing God Bless America at the top of his lungs. The Viet Cong were unable to break his will to live, which frustrated them and resulted in his execution on September 26, 1965. Captain Humbert Rogue Versace was awarded a Medal of Honor for his services, and will always be remembered as hero.

Jacob Charles Vouza

Jacob Charles Vouza was a native of a small island in the Pacific, Guadacanal. In 1942 when his island was invaded by Japanese forces, Vouza agreed to volunteer for the Allied forces as a scout. On August 20, 1942, while he was scouting where enemy outposts were, he was captured by Japanese forces. After Vouza was searched the Japanese found an American flag hidden in his loincloth.
 
He was tied to a tree and tortured for hours as the Japanese soldiers asked him for information about the Allied forces. After refusing to talk, he was stabbed with a bayonet in both of his arms, stomach, shoulder, face, and neck and left to die. Fortunately, he didn’t die. He chewed through his restraints and walked for MILES through the jungle to get back to American forces of the incoming attack! Within ten minutes of Vouza delivering his message to the Marines, the Japanese soldiers attacked. Luckily, the Marines had just enough time to prepare themselves and easily won the battle.

Lawrence Oates - the Explorer

On November 1, 1911, Captain Lawrence Oates and 15 other members began their 895 mile journey from their Cape Evans base camp to the South Pole. As the journey progressed, members of the expedition began turning around and heading back to base camp in groups. By January 18, Oates along with 4 other men were the only ones that remained.
 
When they reached the South Pole, they had discovered what was left of the Norwegian explorer Ronald Amundsen’s camp. They began their journey back as only the second group of people to make it to the North Pole.
The five men were suffering from scurvy, and their cases of frostbite began getting worse and worse, especially for Oates. He was slowing the group down and he knew it, but the other men refused to leave him behind and give him the cold shoulder. One night, Oates left his tent without his boots and began to walk. When asked where he was going, all he said was ‘I am just going outside and may be sometime’. His body was never found.
Although Oates made the ultimate sacrifice by walking in -40F weather; the remaining four men never made it back to base camp. They died just 11 miles away from their base camp. One of the members of the expedition, Captain Scott kept a journal of the events that occurred throughout their journey. It was recovered with their bodies.

Eleven Buffet Facts

1. He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he started too late!
2. He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering newspapers.
3. He still lives in the same small 3 bedroom house in mid-town Omaha, that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a fence.
4. He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or security people around him.
5. He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world’s largest private jet company.
6. His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only one letter each yearto the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis.
7. He has given his CEO’s only two rules. Rule number 1: do not lose any of your share holder’s money. Rule number 2: Do not forget rule number 1.
8. He does not socialize with the high society crowd. His past time after he gets home is to make himself some pop corn and watch television.
9. Bill Gates, the world’s richest man met him for the first time only 5 years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with Warren Buffet. So he had scheduled his meeting only for half hour. But when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates became a devotee of Warren Buffet.
10. Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his desk.
11. His advice to young people:
 * Stay away from credit cards and invest in yourself.
 * Money doesn’t create man it is the man who created the money.
 * Live your life as simply as you can.
 * Don’t do what others say, listen to them, but then do what you feel is the right  thing to do.
 * Don’t buy brand names; instead just wear those things in that make you feel comfortable.
 * Don’t waste your money on unnecessary things; rather spend it on those who are really in need.
 * It’s your life so why allow others to rule our life.

The Human Resources Story

A highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically knocked down by a bus and killed. Her soul arrived at the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter welcomed her:
 
"Before you get settled in," he said, "We have a little problem... you see, we've never had a Human Resources Manager make it this far before and we're not really sure what to do with you."
"Oh, I see," said the woman. "Can't you just let me in?"
"Well, I'd like to," said St Peter, "But I have higher orders. We're instructed to let you have a day in hell and a day in heaven, and then you are to choose where you'd like to go for all eternity."
"Actually, I think I'd prefer heaven", said the woman.
"Sorry, we have rules..." at which St. Peter put the HR Manager into the downward bound elevator.
As the doors opened in hell she stepped out onto a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club; around her were many friends - past fellow executives, all smartly dressed, happy, and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played a perfect round of golf and afterwards went to the country club where she enjoyed a superb steak and lobster dinner. She met the Devil, who was actually rather nice, and she had a wonderful night telling jokes and dancing. Before she knew it, it was time to leave; everyone shook her hand and waved goodbye as she stepped into the elevator. The elevator went back up to heaven where St. Peter was waiting for her.
"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said.
So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing, which was almost as enjoyable as her day in hell. At the day's end St Peter returned.
"So," he said, "You've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. You must choose between the two."
The woman thought for a second and replied, "Well, heaven is certainly lovely, but I actually had a better time in hell. I choose hell."
Accordingly, St. Peter took her to the elevator again and she went back down to hell.
When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends dressed in rags, picking up rubbish and putting it in old sacks. The Devil approached and put his arm around her.
"I don't understand," stuttered the HR Manager, "Yesterday I was here, and there was a golf course, and a country club, and we ate lobster, and we danced and had a wonderful happy time. Now all there's just a dirty wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."
The Devil looked at her and smiled. "Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you're staff."

The Mobile Phone Story

Several men were in a golf club locker room.A mobile phone rings.
 
"Yes I can talk," says the man answering the call, "You're shopping are you? That's nice."
The listening men smile to each other.
"You want to order those new carpets? Okay.. And they'll include the curtains for an extra five thousand?.. Sure, why not?"
More smiles among the listeners.
"You want to book that week on Necker Island?.. They're holding the price at twenty-two thousand?.. Sounds a bargain.. You want a fortnight?.. If that's what you want honey, okay by me."
Smiles turn to expressions of mild envy.
"And you want to give the builder the go-ahead for the new conservatory? Seventy-five thousand if we say yes today? Sounds fair.. sure, that's fine."
The listeners exchange glances of amazement.
"Okay sugar, see you later.. Yes, love you too," says the man, ending the call.
He looks at the other men and says, "Whose phone is this anyhow?.."

Bad By Name; Bad By Nature?

During Nelson Mandela's 19 years imprisoned on Robben Island, one particular commanding officer was the most brutal of them all:
 
"A few days before Badenhorst's departure, I was called to the main office. General Steyn was visiting the island and wanted to know if we had any complaints. Badenhorst was there as I went through a list of demands. When I had finished, Badenhorst spoke to me directly.
He told me he would be leaving the island and added: 'I just want to wish you people good luck'. I do not know if I looked dumbfounded, but I was amazed. He spoke these words like a human being and showed a side of himself we had never seen before. I thanked him for his good wishes and wished him luck in his endeavours.
I thought about this moment for a long time afterwards. Badenhorst had perhaps been the most callous and barbaric commanding officer we had had on Robben Island. But that day in the office, he had revealed that that there was another side to his nature, a side that had been obscured but still existed.
It was a useful reminder that all men, even the most seemingly cold-blooded, have a core of decency and that, if their hearts are touched, they are capable of changing. Ultimately, Badenhorst was not evil; his inhumanity had been foisted upon him by an inhuman system. He behaved like a brute because he was rewarded for brutish behaviour."
Source: "Long Walk To Freedom" by Nelson Mandela

The Mechanic and the Surgeon Story

A heart surgeon took his car to his local garage for a regular service, where he usually exchanged a little friendly banter with the owner, a skilled but not especially wealthy mechanic.
"So tell me," says the mechanic, "I've been wondering about what we both do for a living, and how much more you get paid than me..."
"Yes?" says the surgeon.
"Well look at this," says the mechanic, as he worked on a big complicated engine, "I check how it's running, open it up, fix the valves, and put it all back together so it works good as new... We basically do the same job don't we? And yet you are paid ten times what I am - how do you explain that?"
The surgeon thought for a moment, and smiling gently, replied,” Try it with the engine running..."
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Nobunaga’s Destiny

A great Japanese warrior named Nobunaga decided to attack the enemy although he had only one-tenth the number of men the opposition commanded. He knew that he would win, but his soldiers were in doubt.
 
On the way he stopped at a Shinto shrine and told his men: “After I visit the shrine I will toss a coin. If heads comes, we will win; if tails, we will lose. Destiny holds us in her hand.”
Nobunaga entered the shrine and offered a silent prayer. He came forth and tossed a coin. Heads appeared. His soldiers were so eager to fight that they won their battle easily.
“No one can change the hand of destiny,” his attendant told him after the battle.
“Indeed not,” said Nobunaga, showing a coin which had been doubled, with heads facing either way.

Poison

A long time ago, a girl named Li-Li got married and went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.
 
Days passed days, and weeks passed weeks. Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing the poor husband great distess.
Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-law's bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it.
Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all. Mr. Huang thought for awhile, and finally said, Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you. Li-Li said, "Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do." Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-Li, "You can't use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious. Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some pork or chicken and put a little of these herbs in her serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspects you when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen." Li-Li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law.
Weeks went by, and months went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother. After six months had passed, the whole household had changed. Li-Li had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn't had an argument in six months with her mother-in-law, who now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with.
The mother-in-law's attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter. Li-Li's husband was very happy to see what was happening.
One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again. She said, "Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison from killing my mother-in-law! She's changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her." Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. "Li-Li, there's nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her."