Most of us struggle to find what we do best: natural talent and circumstance is not aligned.
But on this rare occasion, he could hear it, clearly — from the beginning.
There is geometry in the humming of the strings,
there is music in the spacing of the spheres.
Pythagoras
For he was a Natural.
A Composer that became a composer, from the start.
God bless the child,
who’s got his own.
Billy Holiday
The person still has the record for being the youngest astronaut in space.
It was quite a Ride.
“Let’s Light This Candle”
Alan Shepard
He had a voice, and he had found it.
And his natural talent was to teach, using that voice.
He did what he loved, and loved what he did.
“Find your voice and inspire others to find theirs…” [The 8th Habit]
And that’s what he did, for he was a Teacher Idealist, a Proactive Idealist.
An Educator. “… as inherent in the word educator, it has to be educed by an individual skilled in drawing out potentials. In this interaction the Diplomatic Initiators have an edge over all others, including the other Idealists. They seem uncannily able to influence those who seek to improve what they say and do at work.” — Dr. David Keirsey
Toto, I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.
It was a comfortable, almost a Tom Sawyer existence. It seemed to be a much simpler time. Yes, I was young.
It was the 50s.
Well, actually in this particular case, it was played in the innocent 60’s as if it was the 50’s.
He was like those wise, kind, and forgiving fathers of the 50’s. The time of Ike, who protected and provided for us, hiding the complexities and real dangers of life from us. TV fathers and mothers of the 50s and 60s. Providing and Protecting.
Father Knows Best, My Three Sons, The Donna Reed Show, The Rifleman, Leave it to Beaver, Sky King, and … Continue reading You can never go home, again
Admit it, you know the scene… Meg Ryan.
Ok, another hint.
“I’ll have what she’s having” — Ok, now you know.
That Friendly Fun.
Making fun of the foibles of human relations, was her forte. Taking a jocular look at sensitive subjects. Real issues.
“Be your own self. Love what YOU love.”
There is a story about him that illustrates him.
No, it isn’t one of thousands of his stories.
It is short story illustrating his enthusiasm for the future, and his celebration of the accomplishments of man.
For he was “himself” and he loved what he loved, until the day he died.
We all know him.
Oh, maybe not by his face. Or even his real name. But we know him.
By his work.
Around the world. All us kids. You remember his stories. And his rhymes. His times. His rhymes. His times.
“We always have to ask ourselves whether the level of risk is worth the story. What is bravery, and what is bravado?”
“My answer then, and now, was that it is worth it.”
She did know the risk.
And she still took the risk.
Finally lost this time — and she was the story. The story was..
That was the question he posed to himself.
No, he wasn’t asking the simple, vague, ill-posed, question: what those fuzzy, sloppy thinking Philosophers often try to talk about in volumes of words.
He was, in his mind, asking a precise question. A scientific question. For to answer this question, he had to ask the immediately deductible question: What is life, Not? Both questions are difficult to answer — precisely.
But he wanted to answer, What is life?, precisely, and he did give an answer: in his last book before he died.
But, there were critics of his work, although the vast majority are ignorant of his work.
An unnamed critic remarked: “The trouble with you, Rosen, is you’re always trying to answer questions that nobody wants to ASK!”
He said: Hustle. Good things will happen. Keep hustling.
It’s a really simple formula: team, loyalty, competition. And lastly, hard work.
The basics. The fundamentals.
It was about we and us, for 62 years. Constant. He pushed so hard. He expected good things.
It was about family. And he took his team as a second family.