the flight of the bumblebee


The bumblebee is not supposed to fly. Its body is too heavy and its wing span is too small. Aerodynamically speaking, it is impossible for the bumblebee to fly.

And yet it flies. You see, the bumblebee doesn’t know that its not supposed to fly. It just flies.

In the same way, when you don’t know your limitations anything is possible. And the biggest limitations we put on ourselves are self-imposed. I can’t do this. I’m no good at that. I’m not smart enough. I’m not talented enough.

Take heart from the bumblebee, shake off the self-imposed limitations that are holding you back, and start flying.


An autobiography in five very short chapters

Sidewalk hole Sixth Ave


I walk down the street. There’s a hole in the sidewalk.
It is a very deep hole. I fall in … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street. There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in … again.
I can’t believe I’m in the same place, but it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street. There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there. I still fall in … it’s a habit, but my eyes are open.
I know where I am. It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street. There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.


— Portia Nelson

friendship from beyond the grave

Old man with a big beard and a smile on white background

A Welshman called Roger Brown knew he didn’t have a lot of time when he was diagnosed with prostate cancer. But he remained active, and that included regular visits to the Vivian Arms Pub in Swansea with his seven best friends.

When he died Roger left $6,000 in his will for his friends to enjoy a weekend getaway to a European city. And so off to Berlin they went, toasting Roger’s memory all the way.

A friend who insists you have fun even after they’re gone. Way to go I say!


the corner storekeeper is alive and well and living in Oregon



Steve Young hangs up this sign outside his small dry cleaning business in Oregon. It helps unemployed people to get a job.

Many people have taken Plaza Cleaners up on the offer, sometimes coming back to thank them because they got the job.

But Steve insists they’re thanking the wrong people.  “If we didn’t have our regular customers, we couldn’t clean at no charge. They’re the people who deserve thanks.”

A small business guy making a BIG difference. Way to go Steve.

who am I?



I control the time you get up in the morning, the way you feel when you get up, the time you go to sleep, and the way you feel when you go to sleep.

I control what you eat and drink and do every day, and the way that you do it.

I control how you feel, be it cheerful or miserable, up or down.

I control what you think, be it good or bad, positive or negative.

And despite controlling your whole life, I am seldom considered or even thought about. Because you don’t think of me. Instead you point the finger at someone or something else. The state of the economy, or your parents, or your boss. It’s their fault.

If you do take the time to really consider the impact I have on your life, you will soon realise that I am your friend. I am positive, upbeat, and strong. I am a champion for who you are and what you can do. And like the mighty climbers of Everest, I will make sure that no person or obstacle stands in the way of your goals and dreams.

Yep, you guessed it. I am your attitude.


jump into life



An eagle is born, dependent upon its mother for food.

The mother eventually entices the eagle out of the nest by flying next to it with some food in her mouth. She feeds it, moving the food farther away until the eaglet leaps, unknowing, from the nest.

It starts falling fast, like a rock, thirty-two feet per second, per second, and there is no turning back, ever.

In the fall the eagle discovers for itself what it can or cannot do.

Maybe there’s a lesson in this for us safer living creatures. Just think, if we jump into life like a baby eagle, what a life that would be.


the story of the eagle



Once a farmer found an abandoned eagle’s nest and in it was an egg, still warm. He took the egg back to his farm and laid it in the nest of one of his hens. The egg hatched and the baby eagle grew up along with the other chickens. It pecked about the farmyard, scrabbling for grain. It spent its life walking and running around with the other chickens, and rarely looked up.

When the eagle was very old, one day it lifted up its head and saw above it a wonderful sight – an eagle soaring high above in the sky. Looking at it, the old bird sighed and mumbled to itself, “Shit, if only I’d been born an eagle”.

Photo by Jarrad Seng

no fucks given

A lone man refusing to do the Nazi salute, 1936


This photo was taken at the launch of a German army ship in 1936 by Der Fuhrer.

And there, right in the middle of the ardent “Sieg Heils”, stands August Landmesser. Arms folded. Head titled upwards. Slightly apart from the others. An expression on his face that pretty much says, “No fucks given”.

August’s story is well and widely known. No matter. It needs to be told over and over again, because we need more people to be like him. To think for themselves. To believe in themselves. To stand up for themselves. Even if your life depends on it.