LOOK UP! LOOK UP!

The Clouds are Lifting, the Sun is Breaking Through. We are Coming out of the Darkness into the Light

Charlie Chapin’s 1940 satire of Nazi Germany, The Great Dictator, is a brilliant film. Besides being his first “talkie” it’s also an amazingly prophetic work about the aims of Nazism and the plight of Jews in Europe. In it, a Jewish barber is mistaken for the dictator, Adenoid Hynkel. In my humble observation, the true brilliance of this film is found in the Chaplin’s final speech by the “barber.” Considering it was written in 1940, it has some extremely relevant observations and equally applicable advice in these chaotic times. The following

is the speech:

I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that. We all want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in: Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little: More than machinery we need humanity; more than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say "Do not despair."

The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress: the hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people and so long as men die liberty will never perish.
Soldiers: don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you as cattle, as cannon fodder.

Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don't hate, only the unloved hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural.
Soldiers: Don't fight for slavery, fight for liberty. In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written: “The kingdom of God is within man.” Not one man, nor a group of men, but in all men; in you, the people.

You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy let's use that power, let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work that will give you the future and old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfill their promise, they never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.

Soldiers! In the name of democracy, let us all unite!

Look up! Look up! The clouds are lifting, the sun is breaking through. We are coming out of the darkness into the light. We are coming into a new world: A kind, new world where men will rise above their greed, their hate, and their brutality.

The soul of man has been given wings, and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow, into the light of hope, into the future, that glorious future that belongs to you, to me and to all of us. Look up! Look up!

TEAM HOYT

This was shared by my beautiful friend Maria from Cullman, Alabama and is one of the greatest stories of love, inspiration, kindness and selflessness I have ever encountered. I will bet you cannot watch this story without shedding a tear...not of sadness, but of joy. Please pass this along to everyone you know.

A LITTLE SPARK OF LOVE AND HUMANITY

I received this the other day as one of those pesky viral emails. Goodness knows how many times it's circled the globe. I thought I'd give a perfuctory read then hit delete (as I do most of those pesky viral emails) but when I read it I was faced with a choice. I spend a good deal of time searching for personal encounters and events or filtering through unique thoughts to develop posts that will reflect the character and life-lessons of Fred Selfe. Lessons that will provide one more grain of sand; a single thought or act that may tip the scale of your life for good. So, when I read this much-passed-along story, I had to decide if it was one of those grains--would it help others make good choices to bettter themselves. Is the message better than one I could post to tell the same story and give the reader the same grain? I believe it will, so instead of posting the original story I intended, I am posting it. Enjoy!

Have a Shay Day

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child." Then he told the following story:Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps. Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the way Shay" Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!"

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team. "That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world."Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send out thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process? A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats the least fortunate amongst them. Have a Shay day!

BE NICE OR PAULA DEEN WILL EAT YOUR HEAD

Why is Common Courtesy so Uncommon These Days?

My friend Amy from Va. Beach gave me an idea for a post. She wondered aloud tonight what had happened to common courtesy in our society and I was jolted into remembering twice in the past few weeks when I was asked myself the same.

Once my sister, brother-in-law and niece were enjoying the movie Ratatouille and the woman in front of us started talking on her cell phone. Talking on her phone in the middle of a movie! Her husband obviously recognized her gross faux pas and tried to get her to put the phone away, but she promptly swatted him with her open hand and yelled at him. Then, this past Saturday my niece and I were stretched out on the beach reading when four people crammed themselves in the narrow space between us and the next group of people AND, once they’d gotten their chairs where they wanted them, their cooler unpacked, and all helped apply tanning lotion to each other they turned on a boom box and cranked the volume up to the point at which I could no longer enjoy my book.

So, again I ask, what happened to common courtesy? I’m considering calling Nancy Grace or Greta Van Susteren and setting those bloodhounds loose on the trail of our missing decency, civility and proper etiquette. They have vanished and in their place we find isolation, unkindness, insensitivity, poor manners, and excuse-making.

Here’s a little test for you to try this week: Open the door for as many people as you can for the next seven days and record how many people say thank you. Then come back here and post your results.

I’m not going into all the possible reasons for the continued lack of common courtesy here (that post could be a book in the making), but will, instead, say we should stop tolerating it. If we let it happen we are complicit in it. Instead we can each stand up and change it.

Here are 10 Ways to Make Courtesy Common Once Again:
10. Say please and thank you

9. Open the door for the person in front of you and turn to see if you can hold it for anyone coming in after

8. When you go indoors, put your cell phone on vibrate and turn it off in the theatre, church, a quiet restaurant or any place where people meet and talk

7. When the lane in which you are driving is ending, let the driver in the right lane go in front of you

6. When you walk in front of someone in a grocery store or
book store say, “Excuse me.”

5. Return phone calls as soon as the opportunity arises

4. Send thank you notes or emails when you receive a gift

3. If you use call waiting, don’t! If you feel you must, when
you are one call and another comes say, “Will you excuse
me one moment,” switch to the incoming call and that caller
you will call them right back, then return to the original call

2. Live up to your promises. That goes for being on time.

1. When someone says hello, return the greeting with a smile

Fight anger, disrespect and disregard with love, grace, kindness, and thinking of others before yourself. Turn them around with common courtesy—and if that doesn't work we can sentence them to community service cleaning up after Paula Deen--voted the nicest woman in the U.S. She’d kill them with kindness or eat their big fat heads.