A couple of Facebook things to pass along. . . Now that I am back up to checking my FB page as often as say, once every two or three months, I figured I could just share the joy with all of my true-blue Gentle Readers. Let’s get the serious out of the way first. This is actually a very nice story, and whether it is true does not matter, because the message is terrific. I realize of course that for most people under the age of 30, this will be a “roll your eyes” moment at the old lady’s expense, but, read it anyway:
An incident transpired when Muhammad Ali’s daughters arrived at his home wearing clothes that were quite revealing. Here is the story as told by one of his daughters: “When we finally arrived, the chauffeur escorted my younger sister, Laila, and me up to my father’s suite. As usual, he was hiding behind the door waiting to scare us. We exchanged many hugs and kisses as we could possibly give in one day.
My father took a good look at us. Then he sat me down on his lap and said something that I will never forget. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Hana, everything that God made valuable in the world is covered and hard to get to. Where do you find diamonds? Deep down in the ground, covered and protected. Where do you find pearls? Deep down at the bottom of the ocean, covered up and protected in a beautiful shell. Where do you find gold? Way down in the mine, covered over with layers and layers of rock. You’ve got to work hard to get to them.” He looked at me with serious eyes. “Your body is sacred. You’re far more precious than diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too.”
Now for the FUN! The following is one of those picture/graphic things, sort of like George Takei’s FB posts (A True Confession: I check in on FB more frequently than mentioned above, but on those times, it’s only to take a look at GT’s latest photo!). This particular graphic is not one of GT’s but it does a perfect job of explaining my relationship to math. Perhaps there are those of you out there who can sympathize?
Hope you all have a terrific day. I’ve got some work to do to keep my promise to The Colonialist! (He knows what I mean. . .some day soon the rest of you will too!)
Please do drop by his blog today, if only to wish a belated Happy 49th Wedding Anniversary to “Col” and Shelagh. I must say I am glad you didn’t take that flight to the UK! What would I have had to do all day had you gotten on that plane? To read about that story, go to this post of November 30. While you are there, take the time to listen to some of his music – you’ll find it on the sidebar. This man is extraordinarily talented – not just as a Really Awful Rhymer, but as a Really Great Musician!
(Note to Shelagh: sorry about the shingles! It seems like having chickenpox as a kid would be enough punishment for anybody! I mean it! Really! ENOUGH. . .)