7 short stories shared by Satya Nadella (CEO Microsoft)
Looking Back.
I interviewed my grandmother for part of a research paper I'm working on for my Psychology class. When I asked her to define success in her own words, she said, "Success is when you look back at your life and the memories make you smile".
Love Conquers Pain.
After I watched my dog get run over by a car, I sat on the side of the road holding him and crying. And just before he died, he licked the tears off my face.
Togetherness.
As my father, three brothers and two sisters stood around my mother's hospital bed, my mother uttered her last coherent words before she died. She simply said, "I feel so loved right now. We should have gotten together like this more often".
Affection.
I kissed my dad on the forehead as he passed away in a small hospital bed. About five seconds after he passed, I realised it was the first time I had given a kiss since I was a little boy.
Joy.
When I witnessed a 27 year-old cancer patient laughing hysterically at her 2 year-old daughter's antics, I suddenly realised that I need to stop complaining about my life and start celebrating it again.
Kindness.
A boy in a wheelchair saw me desperately struggling on crutches with my broken leg and offered to carry my backpack and books for me all the way across the campus to my class and as he was leaving, he said, "I hope you feel better soon".
Sharing.
I was travelling in Kenya and I met a refugee from Zimbabwe. He said he hadn't eaten anything in over three days and looked extremely skinny and unhealthy. Then my friend offered him the rest of the sandwich he was eating. The first thing the man said was, "We can share it".
Celebrate Life with Gratitude
Tailpiece.
Today's the new moon of Karkkidakom. People remember their dead and place offerings for all of them. Lekha and I had got up at 6 as usual, gone through the chores and placed the offering for all our relatives, friends and those who mattered in our life, at the courtyard. None of the crows - for whom that was primarily meant - came by and after returning from Thrissur, we found the offerings almost untouched.
Wonder why? Was there any mistake in the way we had done it?
Looking Back.
I interviewed my grandmother for part of a research paper I'm working on for my Psychology class. When I asked her to define success in her own words, she said, "Success is when you look back at your life and the memories make you smile".
Love Conquers Pain.
After I watched my dog get run over by a car, I sat on the side of the road holding him and crying. And just before he died, he licked the tears off my face.
Togetherness.
As my father, three brothers and two sisters stood around my mother's hospital bed, my mother uttered her last coherent words before she died. She simply said, "I feel so loved right now. We should have gotten together like this more often".
Affection.
I kissed my dad on the forehead as he passed away in a small hospital bed. About five seconds after he passed, I realised it was the first time I had given a kiss since I was a little boy.
Joy.
When I witnessed a 27 year-old cancer patient laughing hysterically at her 2 year-old daughter's antics, I suddenly realised that I need to stop complaining about my life and start celebrating it again.
Kindness.
A boy in a wheelchair saw me desperately struggling on crutches with my broken leg and offered to carry my backpack and books for me all the way across the campus to my class and as he was leaving, he said, "I hope you feel better soon".
Sharing.
I was travelling in Kenya and I met a refugee from Zimbabwe. He said he hadn't eaten anything in over three days and looked extremely skinny and unhealthy. Then my friend offered him the rest of the sandwich he was eating. The first thing the man said was, "We can share it".
Celebrate Life with Gratitude
Tailpiece.
Today's the new moon of Karkkidakom. People remember their dead and place offerings for all of them. Lekha and I had got up at 6 as usual, gone through the chores and placed the offering for all our relatives, friends and those who mattered in our life, at the courtyard. None of the crows - for whom that was primarily meant - came by and after returning from Thrissur, we found the offerings almost untouched.
Wonder why? Was there any mistake in the way we had done it?
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