" This is Me " the Greatest Showman

 No matter what your gender, skin colour, sexuality and religion we are all equal.

The song “This is Me” is an anthem for all of those souls who keep persisting, thriving and fighting to carve a space in this world despite adversity, despite rejection, despite hate, despite inequality, despite toxic criticism, despite ridicule, despite the odds bashing your down. You’re bruised but you’re brave. Don’t ever give up. You are glorious. Be proud of your light. Bathe their doubts with the glow of your flame. Don’t ever let anyone dull your shine.

This Is Me

I am not a stranger to the dark
Hide away, they say
'Cause we don't want your broken parts
I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars
Run away, they say
No one'll love you as you are

But I won't let them break me down to dust
I know that there's a place for us
For we are glorious

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I'm meant to be, this is me
Look out 'cause here I come
And I'm marching on to the beat I drum
I'm not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Another round of bullets hits my skin
Well, fire away 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink in
We are bursting through the barricades and
Reaching for the sun (we are warriors)
Yeah, that's what we've become (yeah, that's what we've become)

Chorus :…..

This is me

And I know that I deserve your love
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) There's nothing I'm not worthy of
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em out
This is brave, this is bruised
This is who I'm meant to be, this is me

Look out 'cause here I come (look out 'cause here I come)
And I'm marching on to the beat I drum (marching on, marching, marching on)
I'm not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em out
I'm gonna send a flood
Gonna drown 'em out
Oh
This is me

link : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rj4Yu9Utdw0&ab_channel=20thCenturyStudiosIndonesia

or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5J29YsEfYlo&ab_channel=ML-Music

This song makes me remember of the time I finally had enough of people criticizing me , I’m not perfect but my friends like me the way I am and I’m not gonna change who I am to fit in

This one is one of the few songs that gives me confidence that I am perfect just the way I am, even with how messed up of a life I have. It doesn't matter what type of a life I've lived - I can still make it through with confidence because I don't need anybody. I can make it on my own.

This song is such an anthem for people who aren't or weren't accepted for who they are. it's truly beautiful and I think everyone struggling with bullies, shaming, etc  just see the movie. incredible.

Four Indian Spirituality Laws

 

There are four Indian Spirituality Laws that say nothing happens for no reason in life. When you do understand this, it's very easy to handle and you confidently look at what's happening, thankful for what was there and happy for what's going to happen.

 

The 1st law says:

′′ The person you meet is the right one ′′.

That is, no one comes into our lives by accident, all the people around us who interact with us, stand for something, either to educate us or to help us in our situation.

 

The 2nd law says:

′′ What happens is the only thing that can happen ′′

Nothing but absolutely nothing of what happens to us could have been different. Not even the most insignificant detail. There just isn't "If I had done it differently... It would have been different..." No, what happens is the only thing that can happen and needs to happen, so we can learn our lessons to get ahead. Everything, yes, every situation that happens to us in life is absolutely perfect, even when our spirit resists our ego and doesn't want to accept it.

 

The 3rd law says:

′′ Every moment when something starts is the right time ′′

Everything starts at the right time, not sooner or later. When we are ready for something new in our life, it's already there to begin with.

 

The 4th law says:

′′ What's over is over ′′

It's that simple. When something ends in our life, it serves our development. That's why it's better to let go and move forward, bestowed on the experiences that have now been gained.

I don't think it's a coincidence that you're reading this here. If this text meets you today, it's because you meet the conditions and understand that no rain drop anywhere in the world accidentally falls in the wrong place.

Let it go well...

Love with your whole being...

Being happy without end...

Every day is a happy, happy day.

 

Teachers Make a Difference

 

The First Question This Teacher Asks Her Kindergarteners Every Morning  

BY ALICE GOMSTYN 

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About a decade ago, I stood in a high school English classroom, trying my best to give an exciting speech about my experiences as a young reporter. I worked for the local newspaper at the time and the school had invited me and a photographer to give the students a sense of the career opportunities available to them.

The teens all sat politely, if not quite rapt … except for one. He was a short, scrawny kid in an oversized hoodie. I could see him fidget and, worse, heard him mutter the occasional complaint about my presentation. Finally, he seemed to surrender to the fact that yes, I would be there for at least a few more minutes but instead of perking his ears up to listen, he lay his head down on his desk.

His teacher approached him and I expected some form of discipline would ensue. Instead, she gently put her arm around him and said something in a soft voice. I couldn’t make out exactly what it was, but it was clear she wasn’t scolding him — just showing some TLC. I felt mildly annoyed, to say the least. A child was acting rudely during my talk and there’d be no consequence for it?

It only hit me later that the student’s behaviour likely had little to do with me. The school served mostly poor students, more than half of whom qualified for free or reduced-cost lunches. The odds were good that this kid faced dire straits outside school hours. Maybe he was cranky because he had skipped a meal or two. Maybe he was tired because he didn’t have a comfortable place to sleep. Maybe he didn’t have a home at all. Whatever his problems were, his teacher saw fit to offer him compassion instead of punishment.

I thought about them both as I read a recent story in The Washington Post reporting that more than half of U.S. public school students live in poverty. The statistic itself is shocking, but what moved me even more was an anecdote about a kindergarten teacher in Albuquerque. Sonya Romero-Smith shows her young students some TLC, too, in part by stocking a drawer full of clean kids’ socks, underwear, and pants for the children.

“When they first come in my door in the morning, the first thing I do is an inventory of immediate needs: Did you eat? Are you clean?” she told The Post.

My older son is nearly kindergarten age and he’s never short on food or clean clothing. No one should be, but especially not children that small, that vulnerable. It breaks my heart to imagine the circumstances Romero-Smith’s students leave behind when they reach her door.

I wanted to know more about life inside and outside of Romero-Smith’s classroom, so I emailed her with questions both specific and broad. I asked her, for starters, why it was that kids came to school dirty. (Answer: It can be difficult to access bathroom and cleaning facilities in crowded homeless shelters and motels.) I asked why students were arriving hungry when there are government resources like food stamps available. (Answer: Food stamp allotments don’t stretch that far and, as others have noted, the cheapest foods are often the most processed and least nutritious.)

If my questions sound naive, it’s largely because I live in a comfortably upper-middle class bubble. In my community, the loudest school-related gripes I hear are about standardized testing or athletics. Outside of scattered charity efforts, it can be easy for a parent in my neighbourhood to forget that so many school children have far more pressing concerns than whether the local football field is in tip-top shape.

Romero-Smith’s toughest day, she said, came when authorities removed a malnourished child from her classroom after it was discovered that one of his parents had overdosed on drugs.

“Having a 5-year-old beg not to be taken away by police was devastating. I remember I gave this child the only thing I could find which was a stuffed toy that I had in the class,” she said. “I told this child that I would make sure he was OK and that all I wanted him to do was love and care for this stuffed toy.”

It was Romero-Smith’s desperate, last-ditch effort to comfort the traumatized boy … and, amazingly, it seemed to work.

“Several weeks later, his foster parent brought him back to our school and he returned that stuffed toy and said he never let the toy ‘be lonely,'” she told me. “It was truly humbling.”

It’s mind-boggling to imagine the painful worries weighing on the minds of teachers like Romero-Smith and others. Not only must they focus on providing an education to their students, they must jump hurdle after hurdle to get their young charges to a place where they’re capable of learning at all.

“Our job, as teachers, is to ensure emotional and social well-being as well as academics,” she told me.

Romero-Smith has a busy schedule. In addition to the demands of her teaching job, she’s also a foster mother to two young sisters — students from her school who were recently homeless. But she took time to answer my questions because she said she wanted to help “give a voice to the voiceless” — other impoverished children who are at risk of never breaking the cycle of poverty.

“Their stories need to shared to provoke action and change but also to show the realities that can be difficult to understand,” she said.

In the meantime, Romero-Smith keeps plugging away in her classroom, remaining optimistic and encouraging her students.

“I keep going because I know they matter,” she said. “Every one of them is full of greatness.”

I’ll never know what happened to the fidgety kid who nearly snored his way through my talk some ten years ago. But I’m glad that soft-spoken teacher showed him compassion. Maybe she saw greatness in him, too. I hope, despite the odds, that he achieved it.

Finally here is an idea for teachers.

Take Responsibility

 

Take Responsibility

My mom did not sleep. She felt exhausted. She was irritable, grumpy, and bitter. She was always sick until one day, suddenly, she changed.

One day my dad said to her:

- I've been looking for a job for three months and I haven't found anything, I'm going to have a few beers with friends.

My mom replied:

- It's okay.

My brother said to her:

- Mom, I'm doing poorly in all subjects at the University.

My mom replied:

- Okay, you will recover, and if you don't, well, you repeat the semester, but you pay the tuition.

My sister said to her:

- Mom, I smashed the car.

My mom replied:

- Okay daughter, take it to the car shop & find how to pay and while they fix it, get around by bus or subway.

Her daughter-in-law said to her:

- Mother-in-law, I came to spend a few months with you.

My mom replied:

- Okay, settle in the living room couch and look for some blankets in the closet.

All of us gathered worried to see these reactions coming from Mom.

We suspected that she had gone to the doctor and that she was prescribed some pills called "I don't give a damn”... Perhaps she was overdosing on these!

We then proposed to do an "intervention" w/my mother to remove her from any possible addiction she had towards some anti-tantrum medication.

But then ... she gathered us around her and my mom explained:

"It took me a long time to realize that each person is responsible for their life. It took me years to discover that my anguish, anxiety, my depression, my courage, my insomnia & my stress, does not solve your problems but aggravates mine.

I am not responsible for the actions of anyone & it’s not my job to provide happiness but I am responsible for the reactions I express to that.

Therefore, I came to the conclusion that my duty to myself is to remain calm and let each one of you solve what corresponds to you.

I have taken courses in yoga, meditation, miracles, human development, mental hygiene, vibration and neurolinguistic programming and in all of them, I found a common denominator in them all...

I can only control myself, you have all the necessary resources to solve your own problems despite how hard they may be. My job is to pray for you, love on you, encourage you but it’s up to YOU to solve them & find your happiness.

I can only give you my advice if you ask me & it depends on you to follow it or not. There are consequences, good or bad, to your decisions and YOU have to live them.

So from now on, I cease to be the receptacle of your responsibilities, the sack of your guilt, the laundress of your remorse, the advocate of your faults, the wall of your lamentations, the depositary of your duties, who should solve your problems or spare a tire every time to fulfil your responsibilities.

From now on, I declare all independent and self-sufficient adults.

Everyone at my mom's house was speechless.

From that day on, the family began to function better because everyone in the house knew exactly what it is that they needed to do.

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For some of us this is hard because we've grown up being the caregivers feeling responsible for others. As moms & wives we are fixers off all things. We never want our loved ones to go through difficult things or to struggle. We want everyone to be happy.

But, the sooner we take that responsibility off of our shoulders & on to each loved one, the better we are preparing them to be MEsponsible.

We are not here on earth to be everything to everyone. Stop putting that pressure on yourself.

Much Love;

Charlyn

(shared from a friend)