Thursday, November 11, 2010

When you wish you were dead

 There was a time in my life that i wish I was dead, no pains, no crying moments, no thinking of what the future life may bring and annoying people to deal with. I wish my life would end as fast as my heart and thoughts could cope up to, but those thoughts, I realized were just a mere feeling of depression. I can say it's just mere because I am still aware I'm depressed, funny for people who don't know how does hurt hurt so much and pain painful to bear.
    Maybe some of you get a thought of insanity, crazy, fool and mentally distracted. But living a life like people who commit "suicide" maybe, just maybe we'll comprehend things far from our understanding.
The founder of Kodak, George Eastman, a very rich man, committed suicide. It is said that in his suicide note he wrote, "there is nothing more." How do we understand the life he had? He was a high school dropout, judged "not especially gifted" when measured against the academic standards of the day. He was poor, but even as a young man, he took it upon himself to support his widowed mother and two sisters, one of whom was severely handicapped.He began his business career as a 14-year old office boy in an insurance company and followed that with work as a clerk in a local bank. And his ability to overcome financial adversity, his gift for organization and management, and his lively and inventive mind made him a successful entrepreneur by his mid-twenties, and enabled him to direct his Eastman Kodak Company to the forefront of American industry. His sincere concern for the education of African Americans brought gifts to the Hampton and the Tuskegee Institutes. One day in 1924, Eastman signed away $30 million to the University of Rochester, M.I.T., Hampton and Tuskegee. As he laid down the pen he said, "Now I feel better." In explaining these large gifts, he said, "The progress of the world depends almost entirely upon education. I selected a limited number of recipients because I wanted to cover certain kinds of education, and felt I could get results with those named quicker and more directly than if the money were spread." Eastman often made the beneficiary match his gift in some way, so the institution would have the confidence of standing on its own. For him, great wealth brought the greater opportunity to serve. Eastman died by his own hand on March 14, 1932 at the age of 77. Plagued by progressive disability resulting from a hardening of the cells in the lower spinal cord, Eastman became increasingly frustrated at his inability to maintain an active life, and set about putting his estate in order. Sad isn't it? so if we may to judge him how do we assess it? Life have so much that sometimes we fail to peek a bit of it's chances and opportunities, why don't we look and grab it for once? We may never pass this way again and the decisions you make today determine where you will be tomorrow.

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