Irena Sendlerowa (1910-2008), A Polish Heroine

August 20, 2008

“May 12, 2008, marked the death of a 98-year-old lady named Irena Sendlerowa. She was born in Poland in 1910. During WWII, Irena, a German, received permission from the Nazis to work in the Warsaw ghetto as a plumbing/sewer specialist.

She had an ulterior motive…

Irena knew the Nazis’ plans for the Jews and smuggled infants out in the bottom of the large tool box she carried. Larger children were placed in a burlap sack in the back of her truck. Also in the back was a dog that she had trained to bark each time the Nazi guards allowed her out of the ghetto and back in.

The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog, and its barking covered any noise made by the infants and small children. Irena managed to smuggle out approximately 2,500 children before she was finally caught.

When she was captured, the Nazis beat her severely, breaking both her arms and her legs.

Irena kept a record of the names of all the children she smuggled out of that Warsaw ghetto and kept them in a glass jar buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents who may have survived so she might reunite the child with its family. Most, of course, did not survive the Holocaust, and the vast majority of the surviving children were placed in foster homes or adopted.

Irena was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize in 2007, but she lost to Al Gore, who won the award for presenting a slide show on the philosophy behind global warming.”

[Source: http://freakyfrugalite.com/irena-sendlerowa-german-heroine/%5D

I salute you, Irena Sendlerowa.

Remarkable person. She deserved the Noble Prize, I agree. I went to few forums, websites and found out that everyone is blaming Al Gore for winning the award. It took 62 years for the world to value this wonder woman and now it’s Al Gore’s fault?

Life in a Jar: The Irena Sendler Project [Link]
Wikipedia: Irena Sendler [Link]
Youtube: Irena Sendler, Life in a Jar [Link]

Era Shukher Lagi Chahe Prem ..Prem Meley Na
[Rabindra Shongeet]
Artist: Sagar Sen

Era shukher lagi chahe prem ..prem meley na
Shudhu shukh chole jay
(E mone mayar chholonay)
Era shukher lagi chahe prem ..prem meley na

Era bhule jay ..kare chhere kare chay
Shukher lagi chahe prem, prem meley na

Tai kede kate nishi ..tai dohe pran
O tai man obhiman, tai eto hay hay ||
Preme shukho dukho bhule tobe shukho pay
Preme shukho dukho bhule tobe shukho pay
Shukher lagi chahe prem, prem meley na

Shokhi cholo
Gelo nishi, shopono furalo ..michey ar keno bolo
Shoshi ghumero kukhoko niye gelo ostacholo
Shokhi cholo ..

Premero kahini gaan ..hoye gelo oboshan
Ekhon keho hashe, keho boshe fele osru-jolo
Shokhi cholo ..

Era shukher lagi chahe prem ..prem meley na
Shudhu shukh chole jay
(E mone mayar chholonay)

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Is your jar full?

April 2, 2008
[source: http://www.oceancityfools.com/text/jar.htm%5D

When things in your life seem almost to much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar……and the beer.

A Professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So the Professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The Professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous “Yes.”

The Professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

“Now,” said the Professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things – your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else – the small stuff.”

“If you put the sand into the jar first”, he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. Take care of
the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

When he had finished, there was a profound silence. Then one of the students raised her hand and with a puzzled expression, inquired what the beer represented.

The Professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of beers.”