Friday Reflections

A bend in the road is not the end of the road….Unless you fail to make the turn*

Point to Ponder: Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did – Steve Jobs

Story Line: July 10, 1979, Oakland Coliseum. It was the very first concert in my life; courtesy of my wife who had introduced me to western music since the first time we met. The performers were Bee Gees, three brothers who composed, produced and recorded the songs. In the previous three years they had six consecutive #1 singles on the Hot 100 charts; Saturday Night Fever and Spirits Having Flown being the last two of those six.

They entertained the packed audience with many of their famous songs and also introduced their youngest brother (4^th) Andy who also participated and enchanted the audience with his beautiful voice. Not one person in the coliseum that night could have known how an event two days later in Comiskey Park in Chicago will impact Bee Gees and alter the course of their career.

Yesterday while watching the newly released documentary about Bee Gees, I leaned details about that event.

Disco Demolition Night: A Bend in the road….

**In the late 1970s, dance-oriented disco was the most popular music genre in the United States, particularly after being featured in hit films such as Saturday Night Fever (1977). However, disco sparked a major backlash from rock music fans—an opposition prominent enough that the White Sox, seeking to fill seats at Comiskey Park during a lackluster season, engaged Chicago shock jock and anti-disco campaigner Steve Dahl for the promotion at the July 12 doubleheader. Admission was discounted to 98 cents for attendees who turned in a disco record; between games. White Sox officials had hoped for a crowd of 20,000, about 5,000 more than usual. Instead, at least 50,000—including tens of thousands of Dahl's adherents—packed the stadium, and thousands more continued to sneak in after gates were closed. Dahl blew up the collected records.**

Additionally, some conservative groups disliked that Disco fans were pushing for agendas for gender equality, civil rights and gay rights. They vehemently opposed and preached against Disco culture and performers. That resulted in major backlash, many radio stations dropped Bee Gees from their playlists, death threats followed and fallout in their career.

….and taking turn

Music is what Bee Gees loved since childhood. They wrote their own songs. Performing on stage was a vehicle to bring their feelings to the audiences. With the stage career declining, but their love and passion still burning strong, they decided to write songs for other known artists. The songs and albums they created for Barbra Streisand, Dionne Warwick, Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers, Diana Ross and other artists became top hits; and Bee Gees stayed true to the theme of their famous song Staying Alive.

Not the end of the road - Comeback.

In 1987, Bee Gees released their first album in six years- E.S.P.-which sold over 3 million copies. That was a resurgence of their career. For the next 16 years, they kept performing until the brother Maurice died unexpectedly due to surgery complication. For six decades they entertained people around the world with their songs.

Reflection: I was introduced to Bee Gees songs in 1978 by my childhood pen-friend then and now my wife. Through the years I have enjoyed their songs. But I did not know much about their life until I saw the recently released HBO documentary The Bee Gees: How Can You Mend A Broken Heart.

Bee Gees had many up and downs in their career. What kept them going was their love for music and flexibility to take an appropriate turn. The title of the documentary is very fitting in the sense that the song How Can You Mend A Broken Heart was written at another inflexion point in their career. After phenomenal success throughout 1960s, they had split up in 1969 because of disagreements. But their love for each other was stronger than the differences and they couldn’t stay apart too long. They reunited and created songs that represented their time away: Lonely Days and How Can You Mend A Broken Heart which reached top in the charts in 1971.

Three younger brothers (Andy, Maurice and Robin) have passed away longtime ago . At the end of the movie Barry talks about how much he misses them. He says that he would trade all the hit songs for them to be here now.

Bee Gees singing How can you mend a broken heart after Reunion:

 

*Quote from Helen Keller

**Source: Wikipedia

One Person Who Was There For Every Single Person

Point to Ponder: What you are is God's gift to you, what you become is your gift to God.-Hans Urs von Balthasar, Prayer

About two and half years ago, I wrote a story about a person who inspired us to visit American Samoa and Samoa; two splendidly beautiful, serene places in Polynesia. This reflection is an update about the inspirational life of this genuinely kind person.

Story Line:  A vintage burgundy corvette pulled up in the front of our home. A tall man with large shoulders slowly climbed out of the compact car and ambled up to our front door. When I answered I was met with a man who was larger than life who, in a very soft and polite voice, introduced himself as Setu Eliapo and informed us that he was told by our friend that we needed someone to keep our garden green. Little did I know that day, that meeting Setu would not only change the vibrance of my garden, but the vibrance of how I saw life itself.

Over 10 years, Setu maintained our garden but on those Wednesdays when he would come I found myself finding reasons to work from home, as I wanted to be there when Setu would arrive for the day’s work. Often, the work took up long time as Setu did not work fast or hurry. He moved in his own time and it was in that time that he saw things as they are and quite possibly as they could be, as evidenced by our flourishing garden. He would work calmly, at his own pace, and with great precision. If my tech driven instincts took over me and I asked for a schedule or results oriented questions, he would smile warmly and say, “Nature doesn’t hurry- don’t stress them out before they have a chance to grow.”

Setu’s life experiences ran deeper than the many seeds he had come to plant in our garden in the ten years he spent with us. We loved our time with Setu, more for the conversations we would have about our lives, our families, and the sense of calm his perspective could bring on any given day. My wife and I would spend hours speaking with him in the garden, and after some time it felt as if the professional relationship that initially connected us had become secondary. Setu was a good, humble, and compassionate man.

Setu would often tell us about his younger days in Samoa; a childhood spent by the ocean filled with daily interactions with friends and family members surrounded by fresh foods and clear spring drinking water in the abundance of nature. There were extended family reunions that took place every three years with 500+ people in attendance, his beautiful village by the ocean and enjoying life day by day.

Setu had always loved sports cars*. In his younger days he enjoyed drag racing and pushing the limits of speed that his cars afforded him. He was proud of the Mustang and Chevy Chevelle he had raced in his youth and the last sports car that he ever owned, the Corvette. Yet in 2012 when the grandmother passed away, and his cousins needed money for funeral expenses in Samoa, Setu sold his beloved Corvette in order to help them. That was Setu, a man who helped those around him without question and he returned to Samoa to be there for others when he was needed. Twice during those years with us he went back home to help; in 2009 when Tsunami had destroyed his hometown and on the second occasion for a family event.

Setu was a brilliant and intuitive man who could relate with any generation and different people. Our two year old grandson loved his cuddling and our teenage nephews could relate with his stories about nature and learn from practical tips about fixing things. Twice during casual chats he found out about problems with our gate and also our plumbing systems, and fixed them. He refused to take any money only until after a lot of insisting on our part. To say Setu was a giving man would be an understatement. On two occasions we saw him helping people on the streets: once an elderly person’s car had stalled and Setu fixed it. On the other occasion, Setu fixed the bicycle of a distraught teenager. Setu gave of himself to others. When he re-landscaped our front yard as his very last project, he planted one Fig and one Maple tree as his gift to us. It still grows tall and even more vibrant today. 

In July of 2015 he said his final goodbye to us because he was returning to Samoa to attend to family matters. We were very sad to lose someone who had become a friend, but also glad for him as he would be closer to the family he so often spoke about from his youth. It was fitting of Setu, the kind and gentle man who could speak volumes in his silence, and always gave of himself to others.

Reflection: A Kind Man and A Gentle Giant

Our chats with Setu were the catalyst for my decision to retire early and the main reason for our 23 days trip to Polynesia in 2018. We had hoped to reconnect with Setu in the home of his youth and to see him in one of the places he had held so dear.

While in Samoa/s we had an all-out search bulletin for him; inquiring with our hotel staff, tour guides, and locals to find him. After a few days, one of the tour guides joked, “a Quarter of Samoa has the surname “Eliapos,” so it will take much longer.”☺ We realized that it was quite a feat to try and locate one of the most quiet and humble men in American Samoa. Setu had always held onto his privacy and liked to be more behind the scenes than in front. It’s why we didn’t have any contact info for him when he left- he was like the natural, living world he loved- always changing, ending until they are gone, only to somehow begin again anew. We left Samoa as we had come, with only memories of Setu.

Recently, we found his eldest daughter through Facebook and learnt a lot more about his incredible life story. In late 2015, he had already returned to California when he became a grandfather. He dearly loved his grandson and took care of him. We told her of our stories with Setu and how we tried to find him in Samoa. She revealed to us that he was from the far end of the east side of American Samoa, the only part we had missed during our trip. Such is an irony of fate.

Last month, we were saddened to hear of his passing on October 18th, 2020 but wanted to honor him through the facts of his life and the stories* he leaves behind.

Setu was born in Masefau, American Samoa. He had 11 brothers and sisters. He came to the USA in his early teens. A few years later, he left school and began career in interstate truck driving business which continued for almost three decades until he went into the landscaping business.

His father had started a church in San Jose California and he used to go there every weekend. That’s where he met Ane, a 21-year-old Samoan, who had come to the USA after graduating from Fulton College in Suva, Fiji. They got married when she was 24 and he was 25. In 1987 the family had planned to move to Port Orchard in Washington. On the way they got news that his mom passed away and his extended family needed him. So he returned and stayed in San Jose. His giving and dedication to family knew no bounds.

On big festivals holidays like Thanksgiving, he would cook for the large extended family. After dinner when everybody’s out in the garden sitting and chatting, noticing his daughters inside the kitchen washing dishes, he would immediately run and start helping with dishes, mopping the floor and packing the garbage. On Fridays, he would do laundry, clean floors and do a lot of housework to help out as it was a day before they got ready for Sabbath on Saturday. Setu was a very religious man and deeply involved in rebuilding the church. He was well respected, had a position of reverence in the church and often asked to speak in church services.

Setu and Ane had a very good marriage. He always wanted her to be happy. He had planned a vacation with his wife; a train trip to Washington since she had never been on a train before. Then in February he was going to take the entire family to Australia since they had never been overseas together as a family. A few months before the trip, they received the news that his wife was diagnosed with cancer. That was the first time his daughters saw him crying. He took extremely good care of her; he would brush her hair and feed her. Even two days before he passed away, Setu was still cooking food, mopping floors and taking care of his wife. Sadly, he passed away on October 18^th, 10 days before their 36th anniversary.

Even during these times, friends and relatives from all over the USA showed up to say final goodbye to Setu and loved ones from overseas attended services through internet. The memories they shared of Setu tells that his life was truly an example of the service to others with unconditional love. We are blessed that we met such a kind and humble man, and we will forever remember the way he impacted our lives.

Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us footprints on the sands of time.

- Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

 

Video: Incredible Journey from Samoa to San Jose.

*Special thanks to Setu’s daughters Marlene Lesui and Maylynn Fuamatala Eliapo for providing information about his family life and Setu’s photos in above video. Photos of Samoa are from our trip in 2018 inspired by Setu.

And love to my family: Luisa, Rajiv and Analisa for their help in recounting memories and preparation of this reflection.

Keep Your Garden Green

POINT TO PONDER

The best executive is the one who has sense enough to pick good men to do what he wants done, and self-restraint enough to keep from meddling with them while they do it. -Theodore Roosevelt

Part 1 of two parts series: Next week: One Person Who Was There For Every Person....from Samoa to Silicon Valley.

Keep Your Garden Green was originally published on October 28,2011. 

STORYLINE

My neighbor came by my house the other day and asked if I could recommend my gardener to her. Apparently she had a hard time retaining them, explaining that her gardeners never arrived consistently or at the same time. She would follow them in the garden as they worked, barking instructions as they went and many would quit on her. She needed a gardener she could rely on and asked if I would recommend mine. She liked the job he did with our landscaping, as do I, and asked if I could pass along his number.

I said I surely would - that I had been very happy with his work - but that my gardener might not fit the criteria she wanted. She asked me if he was punctual. I said I wasn't sure. She asked me when he comes to garden and I said I didn't know. Most of the time he came to work on the garden when it needed it. I admitted there were weeks when he didn't come because he felt there was no work to be done. She asked if he stayed the full hour and I said I didn't keep track of that.

She asked me how I could stick with a gardener like him for so long. I responded that I allow him to complete the job in whatever way he chooses. Then she asked me how I could tolerate that and didn't manage him more closely. I said I didn't need to - I trust his skills as a gardener - and that he knows what he is doing, “because at the end of the day, he keeps my garden green.”

REFLECTION: Wisdom of the Ages from Senior Rockefeller.

Three mistakes a leader/manager should avoid:

        1.Having good people and not know them.

        2. Knowing good people and not use them.

        3. Using good people and not trust them.

Enjoy The Little Things in Life

Music: Dois Palhacos by Poin Pequena Orquestra Interativa

Points to Ponder: “Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things” – Robert Brault

Story Line: The most beautiful things in life are the people and places and memories and pictures. They are feelings and moments and smiles and laughter. (Courtesy: from a poster sent by Helen Tan from Philippines).

During last 30 days, many friends around the world shared images of different events in their lives. These included nature, travel, innocence of children, appealing food dishes, beautiful photography, woodwork, art, exotic flowers, rich fruits and vegetable harvest, sharing between neighbors, 50th anniversary of penfriendship and nice refreshing drinks as the days wind down.

These are the friends I met in my workplaces, during our travel adventures, social gatherings, one through accident (literally speaking) and ones who were with me from KG to high school graduation. Also people who have known me since birth and ones I have known since their birth continue to share the events from their journeys.

They come from many cultures and countries. The video above is compilation of the images of their journey in order they were received.

Reflection: I often remember the words of Barbara Bush from her Commencement Address to the Wellesley College Class of 1990.  They have appeared in few reflections over the years. Looking at the current times, I would like to reflect on a few lines from those profound words, Yes Once Again.

“The third choice that must not be missed is to cherish your human connections: your relationships with family and friends. For several years, you've had impressed upon you the importance to your career of dedication and hard work, and, of course, that's true. But as important as your obligations as a doctor, lawyer or business leader will be, you are a human being first and those human connections --- with spouses, with children, with friends -- are the most important investments you will ever make.

At the end of your life, you will never regret not having passed one more test, not winning one more verdict or not closing one more deal. You will regret time not spent with a husband, a child, a friend or a parent.”

Entire speech: https://www.wellesley.edu/events/commencement/archives/1990commencement/commencementaddress

 

 

Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be

Thanks to 3boysnberry for sharing this touching thought provoking post by Susan Hennessey. 

Point to Ponder: I believe the children are our are future, Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside, Give them a sense of pride to make it easier. Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be...

Story Line:  The excellent post by Susan Hennessey brought back memory of our FaceTime talk with two grandsons two weeks ago. As we were chatting with our 6 year old and 4 year old grandsons, the elder one said, “ You know Grandpa/Grandma, We cannot go to school now. You and Sacramento Grandpa and Grandma are only ones we see. I love you guys. But I miss playing with my friends.” Listening to this, We got very emotional. Then this week We spent time with our other two grandsons and witnessed the distance learning. Eventhough 7 years old was well engaged in remote classes, we felt sad that he couldn’t see or play with his friends during break time or other play times. These children are losing some best time of their life to interact, giggle and laugh with one another. And it is very challenging for parents as well.  Sad reality of current state of affairs. 

Reflection: Many friends and young parents in Asia, Europe and USA have expressed their feelings about the challenging and at times frustrating situation of having children at home while they are also working from home. I would request them to listen to this beautiful music A Passage of Life from Kitaro as their day is winding down. Please close your eyes and go through memories of what you were and what you did when you were at the age your youngsters are today. Places things in perspective.  ❤️❤️ To All  

 

The part of my life...This part right here. That's called Happiness (on 15/35th Anniversary of FR)

Thanks to Evelyn Tan of Manila, Philippines for above exhibit.

Point to Ponder: Acknowledging the good that you already have in your life is the foundation for all abundance.~Eckhart Tolle (quote taken from FB posting of friend Lim Chiew Boey of Penang, Malaysia)

Story Line: The part of my life...This part right here. That's called Happiness.

 

Reflection: Friday Reflections began in August 1985 as stories I would tell our children during Friday evening drives after hectic work weeks at start up company, Altera. On August 5, 2005 Friday Reflections had its debut on intenet (emails) as weekly articles for my Out of Box Thinking class students and friends at Intel. In 2007 they went on WWW (courtsey of Neil Simpson and Analisa Hightower). Since then people from 189 countries have visited FR site with many giving valuable feedback. Each person and encounter has given me new experiences. From your feedback and encouragment I have learnt and grown. Thank You very much and Love from the bottom of my heart. 

 

In these stressful and challenging times for the people around the world, I would like to end with the following image and past reflection.

Today

 

all photos except the last one taken by Anand and Luisa during 2016 visit to Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos. 

 

 

 

Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing

 

 

POINT TO PONDER
It seems people are happiest in the moment, when they are able to shut that voice in their head off and get to the tasks at hand.

STORYLINE -- By Rajiv Shah
 
The other day I was driving down freeway on my way to my favorite park. In the backseat was my trusted best friend - my always enthusiastic dog. The window was cracked just enough so she could stick her head outside and enjoy the winds zipping by, lifting her compact, triangular black ears off her head and giving them the appearance of black bats swirling together in a synchronized dance. This little dog was happy. Happy as can be, not a place in the world that she'd rather be than right there in my window getting a natural blow dry from gales of a new day.

Suddenly I felt envious. And that envy continued when we arrived at the park. I let her out and shut the door, my mind still grappling with image of her face blissfully riding the breeze.

Questions raced through my mind. Why are dogs so happy? Why is my dog so content with a simple wind in her face? If I stuck my face out the window, would I receive the same satisfaction?

In the middle of this mental debate warring in my head, I was pulled hard. My dog, no longer concerned with the car ride over was off and immediately onto something else, a healthy rotund squirrel. Up the tree the squirrel went and my dog bounced under, hoping that a fateful misstep would have the chubby little rodent hurtling down towards her. Alas, to my pleasure, the squirrel made it high above, and I felt happy that she didn't get the squirrel. Not because I feared for the squirrel's safety or because I'm a PETA supporter or anything; I was happy because my dog didn't get what it wanted. And then it hit me, the pangs of guilt.

More questions raced to my mind. How could I, as a caring human being, want my dog to be unhappy? Why was I envious of a dog in the first place? Was I bad person for feeling the way I did? And how could I find ways to improve myself? Obviously, this was a sign that I had to get better.

I looked to my dog, prepared to shower her with love to compensate for my ill will - deciding to buy her a pet squirrel if I had to – but at that moment she couldn't have cared less. She was squatted over a nice tuft of grass peeing freely into the greenest parts, a contented and joyous look on her face.

 

REFLECTION
 
A friend once asked me if life is better for a dog. She wondered if dogs were stupid and maybe that's why they had the capacity to feel joy at such high levels. “Ignorance is bliss,” she would say. I have thought about that a lot, about whether our higher functions, our intellect can sometimes get in the way of doing, of living in the moment.It seems people are happiest in the moment, when they are able to shut that voice in their head off and get to the tasks at hand. I wanted to know if dogs had that critical, omnipresent voice that seems to be so well-meaning.

What I found was that noted animal cognition researcher William Roberts studied different species of animals and their ability to remember events in time. According to Mr. Roberts, animals lack the “sophistication” to remember events as humans do, to form memories, to self-edit, their minds committed wholly to the present.

Initially, I wondered how dogs and other animals can remember commands and who we are if they aren't capable of forming memories. Apparently, an animal operates the way a human child would – a child learns to walk, talk, and obey basic commands but cannot necessarily remember when and how they learned how to perform that specific command.

For example, if you've ever done anything where you were so completely entrenched in the doing that you lost track of time and space, that would seem to be the experience of a dog and a child. You didn't think about or remember how you learned that activity, were not mentally editing your relation to it, but just doing it.

Perhaps there is a higher joy in simplicity, in the doing of things in the present moment? Maybe that voice that is so critical of others and yourself is not your best self. The best part exists in the doing, in the moment in front of you, the one in which you do not think but let go and let yourself do.

Can't We All Just Get Along?

Point to Ponder: And all I'm saying is, see, what a wonderful world it would be if only we'd give it a chance. - Louis Armstrong

Story Line: There is so much more to humankind than this and it makes me sad. -FB Post by Marilyn Joyce Mabry Carney, Publisher of The Country Connection News, Oklahoma. Printed with Permission. 

I said this earlier on a thread where a guy I never heard of judged me on a question I asked. I think I'll share it here because it hits all of us including me.

This is a world where everyone has to be lableled. You don't agree with one little tidbit of the "opposite" party or you are the enemy. We dismiss people we think are less educated, less sophisticated, older, younger,--any label we can put on them to make our opinion THE correct one. Back in the dark ages, we learned in college debate that if you couldn't understand and present both sides of an argument you would lose. Today we don't even read a post that might give us a glimpse of why people believe what they believe. At what point are we totally educated? I'm old and I say we never get there. I hope I don't. We are influenced by the words we choose to listen to. The desire for truth is absent these days. Labelling people as someone who listens to Fox News or CNN to put them in a category of same or opposite of us is a total waste of the chance to learn a diffrent perspective. We miss knowing so many great people we would be friends with because of our arrogant political prejudice. There is so much more to humankind than this and it makes me sad.

Reflection: Thad Gardner, a former colleague and a friend, forwarded the above FB post by his friend Marilyn. It is very thought provoking. It reminded me of the days when we used to dialogue with people about various different subjects, including politics, and still remain friends. Like an intense sports game: play hard, fight to the last drop of sweat but when the game is over - shake hands, give hugs, make some friends, learn and grow from the experience. (more stories about these things will be in future FRs).

For now, I would like to share The Original Spoken Into Version of It's a Wonderful World that is so appropriate for the times:

"Some of you young folks been saying to me," Hey Pops, what you mean 'What a wonderful world'?
How about all them wars all over the place? You call them wonderful?
And how about hunger and pollution? That ain't so wonderful either."

Well how about listening to old Pops for a minute. Seems to me, it aint the world that's so bad but what we're doin' to it.
And all I'm saying is, see, what a wonderful world it would be if only we'd give it a chance. Love baby, love. That's the secret, yeah. If lots more of us loved each other, we'd solve lots more problems. And then this world would be a gasser.

That's wha' ol' Pops keeps saying."   Listen to this wonderful song in the following link.

 

 

If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always gotten ...

"If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always gotten"

Storyline: From the article Challenging the Rules from the book A Whack on the Side of the Head by Roger von Oech.*

When faced with a seemingly intractable problem, a very effective creative thinking strategy is to play the revolutionary, and challenge the rules.

In the winter of 333 B.C., the Macedonian general Alexander and his army arrived in the Asian city of Gordium to take up winter quarters. While there, Alexander heard about the legend surrounding the town’s famous knot, the “Gordian Knot.” A prophecy states that whoever is able to untie this strangely complicated knot will become the king of Asia.

The story intrigued Alexander, and he asked to be taken to the knot so that he could attempt to untie it. He studied it for a bit, but after some fruitless attempts to find the rope ends, he was stymied. “How can I unfasten this knot?” he asked himself. Then he got an idea: “I will make up my own knot-untying rules.” He pulled out his sword and sliced the knot in half. Asia was fated to him.

Reflection: If constructive patterns were all that were necessary for creative new ideas, we’d all be creative geniuses. Creative thinking is not only constructive, it’s also destructive. Creative thinking involves  breaking out of one pattern in order to create a new one. 

All too often, we become ensnared by the familiar phenomenon:

1. We make rules based on the reasons that they make a lot of sense.
2. We follow these rules.
3. Time passes and things change.
4. The original reasons for the rules may no longer exist, but because the rules are still in place, we continue to follow them.

So what knots can you untie today?

*Published with Permission From Roger von Oech (2007)

Every Life Tells a Story

As we end the 34th year of Friday Reflection and 14th year on internet.

Points to Ponder: Childhood Memories

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?  - Quote from the movie "Stand By Me" by Stephen King

 

My dad taught me from my youngest childhood memories through these connections with Aboriginal and tribal people that you must always protect people's sacred status, regardless of the past. - Steve Irwin

Reflection: by Analisa  (written in the year 2007)

Friday Reflections began when I was a little girl growing up in the heart of Silicon Valley. Every Friday, after dinner; my father, mother, brother and I would pile into our beat up, light yellow, 1983 Volvo to go for our weekly rides. During these rides, which would last about an hour, my father would regale us with all sorts of intriguing stories. Always, there was a little touch of humor, but there was also something a little more: a lesson to be learned. The stories were almost always from his childhood or his current life in the high tech world. My father told these stories in such a casual way that my brother and I never felt like we were in school being lectured; we just enjoyed listening to stories.

These drives continued for years and years. No matter how long my father had worked through the week, he always had enough energy to take us out on those magical Friday night rides. My father is a great storyteller. Even to this day, he can tell a story with people so intrigued from beginning to end. We loved those stories and thought he was a fun dad.

Time passed till my brother and I reached our teenage years. The time we spent at home grew less; and the ability to get all four of us together on a Friday night, even any night, was nearly impossible. Eventually, my brother and I left for college and the stories stopped completely. We had started our own journeys into the world.

One Friday night, before I headed out the door with some friends, I logged into my email account. An email awaited in my inbox. It read: Friday Reflections. It was from my father. I opened it up; and there was one of his stories told in an email, just as if I were a little girl again sitting in the backseat of a 1983 light yellow Volvo listening intently to her dad.

By 2004, Friday Reflections was being distributed to hundreds of friends over the world. In 2007, my brother Rajiv, our friend Neil, and I embarked on making these stories available to others through World Wide Web and The Book.

We only hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as my brother, I and many friends have through the years. 

Story Line by Anand: On a few occasions I have been asked how I have so many stories to share. Once two colleagues asked that very same thing. Interestingly in a half an hour conversation with them, they had shared a few stories of their own that could be Friday Reflection entries of their own. I pointed this idea out to them. I enjoy reflecting after a satisfactory encounter with any person, place or new learning experience. Almost every day I get a new story from meeting people, reading or witnessing something or with a new experience. My greatest joy is in being able to recall these experience and share them with others.  Every life has a story. Don’t be afraid to share! Because as I have quoted many times before, “Things that are given away are never lost.”