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February 23, 2012



Thanks. Here is the complete song in Whitney's own words


Very Nice. Thank You

Kay Lee

Every computer I have owned and on my iPhone, two things have always been there: The Greatest Love Of All sung by Whitney and Steve Job's Stanford speech.


How sad, she make millions happy but herself not happy?

rightfully said

"an entertainer who had touched a life, many lives, though she struggled deeply with her own."

Rakesh Jani

Awesome Tribute.


Whitney Houston has a fantastic voice. I love all her songs… Good movie too… the Body Guard.

A friend from SC

Thanks for sharing, its beautifully written.
How do you manage to share just the right story with just the right tone/messaging.

I know, I have been sad since I heard about Whitney’s death, remembering all the favorites that we used to love to hear & sing.


Indeed, Whitney was among the finest singers that ever graced the stage. She commanded a wide range of octaves, and an even broader range of fans...regardless of age or creed.

Like Michael Jackson, she died too young. What a tragedy that such talent gets drowned in current of fame and dragged through the undertow of industry and public pressures. How sad that she was not able to live the advice of the lyrics that she sung to us with such inspiration.

Was it for the lack of a good mentor?

California Guy

Yes, I also listened to Whitney Houston songs during the '80s. Though saddened by her recent life moments leading up to her death, I feel fortunate to "have been around" when Houston was one of the standards of vocal singing excellence.


thank you for all of these great points to ponder. As a parent I know you are very proud of what your children have written in this week’s story! Thanks again for sharing, your friend,


Good Morning,

Thanks for picking this storyline today. I have to tell you that this is my favorite song and live with all the lyrics on a day to day manner. As I read the story and how this song touched your children’s life, tears start to form in my eyes. Being an immigrant there’s a lot of adjustment that you have to do in order to cope with your new surroundings. At first, I thought that I can be happy as long as everyone around me likes me…but that mentality is not real. Happiness can be achieve if you first love yourself and making everyone likes you will happen naturally.

Thanks and regards,


Thanks for sharing.
I have a small group of friends where we try to contemplate on our journey in this planet, purpose…….relflections of our thoughts became ……


I also like following in parenthesis
But when a life ends we are left with memories. (Long after flesh and bone recede back into the earth, we survive on with nothing more than the rememberance of how two lives can run parallel for a moment, however brief and seemingly unconnected.) I never knew Whitney Houston but she touched my life and that of my family with a gift only time and our own death can take away - she gave us memories.

Browsing through I enjoyed this article as well:

Point to Ponder:

When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and (I told them they didn’t understand life. -- John Lennon)


Her work survives, bigger than life, it’s all we had anyway. – VEVO Whitney Houston – How Will I Know

Her image was a beautiful confection and we lapped it up.


This is correct.
I truly believe one must love one’s self Before you can truly love another.


I have known Anand and his family for many years. So, I have seen both of his kids grow from teenagers to adults. And now, Anand himself is seeing my two kids grow from babies to inquisitive, curious and, as I often find them, very chatty kindergartner and 2nd grader. And, their constant inquisitions often amuse us as well as entertain us.
Just few days, I was at my desk at home working on computer, when my older one, Ginni, came up to me to see, as usual, what daddy was up to. Just then, she saw a hard copy of Anand’s Friday Reflections book on the desk and started to ask away her questions. “Daddy, what is that? Where did you get it? Why did Mr. Anand write a book?..” When I told her that many portions of book are collections of stories that he and his family shared as kids grew up, my girl’s questions became more of a request. “Then, is that [book] for kids? [If this is more for adults], has he written books for kids? Can you ask him to write a book for kids?” The final question/request was, “Can you ask him to write a book for me and Lauren (her sister)?”
At the end of her long barrage of questions, I could not help myself, but to smile. I cannot tell why, but, for her to make such a request to Anand, I just found the moment very sweet and memorable.
So, why do I share my story here?
As my kids grow, my wife and I try everyday to create our own “Friday Reflections” moments. While struggling through our busy work schedule, we still try to find time to spend time with them and teach them new things, as such as tennis and new language. We try to find to take family vacation to different countries (in translation, more work for parents so that kids can enjoy and see new things). Most of all, we try to find time everyday to spend time with them so that they can grow up to be strong, confident and courageous individuals.

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