Jesse Owens of USA winning gold for the long jump in the summer Olympics in Germany, 1936. The man saluting behind Owens is Lutz Long, a German who shared training tips with Owens and was the first to openly congratulate him after his final jump in full view of Hitler.
After the Olympics, the two kept in touch via mail. Below is Long's last letter to Owens while he was stationed with the German Army in North Africa during World War 2. Long was later killed in action during the allied invasion of Sicily in 1943.
"I am here, Jesse, where it seems there is only the dry sand and the wet blood. I do not fear so much for myself, my friend Jesse, I fear for my woman who is home, and my young son Karl, who has never really known his father.
My heart tells me, if I be honest with you, that this is the last letter I shall ever write. If it is so, I ask you something. It is a something so very important to me.
It is you go to Germany when this war done, someday find my Karl, and tell him about his father. Tell him, Jesse, what times were like when we not separated by war. I am saying—tell him how things can be between men on this earth.
If you do this something for me, this thing that I need the most to know will be done, I do something for you, now. I tell you something I know you want to hear. And it is true.
That hour in Berlin when I first spoke to you, when you had your knee upon the ground, I knew that you were in prayer. Then I not know how I know. Now I do. I know it is never by chance that we come together. I come to you that hour in 1936 for purpose more than der Berliner Olympiade.
And you, I believe, will read this letter, while it should not be possible to reach you ever, for purpose more even than our friendship. I believe this shall come about because I think now that God will make it come about. This is what I have to tell you, Jesse.
I think I might believe in God. And I pray to him that, even while it should not be possible for this to reach you ever, these words I write will still be read by you.
Your brother, Luz"
“The day I got my postgraduate degree, I didn’t waste a minute– I rushed back to my village, Ausgrum in Bengal to become a teacher. Yes, I had higher salary offers from schools in bigger towns, but for me, the 169 Rs. I was offered at my school village meant everything; I was hungry to teach the students from my village who needed a good teacher the most.
And I taught at my school for 39 years and only retired because I’d hit my ‘retirement age’– 60, what a ridiculous concept!
So there I was at 60, retired and expected to spend my years drinking sugary tea and whiling away my time on the charpoy! But I was restless, I didn’t want to retire and kept asking myself, ‘What shall I do now?’ A few days later, I got the answer.
One morning, around 6:30 AM, I saw 3 young girls enter my house. I was shocked when they told me they’d cycled for over 23 kms to see the Master who’d retired! They were young tribal girls who were desperate to learn; with folded hands they asked, ‘Masterji, will you teach us?’ I immediately agreed and said, ‘I can teach you, but you will have to pay my school fees for the whole year–are you ready to pay?’
They said, ‘Yes, Masterji, we will manage the money somehow.’
So I said, ‘Yes, my fees are Rupee 1 for the whole year!’
They were so happy, they hugged me and said, ‘We will pay you 1 Rupee and 4 chocolates also!’
I was elated! So, after they left, I put on my dhoti and went straight back to my school and requested them to give me a classroom to teach…they refused. But I wasn’t going to stop– I had years of teaching left in me, so I went back home, cleaned my verandah and decided to start teaching there.
That was in 2004–my Pathshala started with those 3 girls and today we have over 3000 students per year, most of whom are young tribal girls. My day still starts at 6 AM with a walk around the village and then I open my doors to students coming from all over– some of the girls walk for 20 plus kilometres; I have so much to learn from them!
Over the years, my students have gone on to become professors, heads of departments and IT professionals– they always call me and give me the good news and as always, I ask them to please give me some chocolates! And last year, when I won the Padmashree, my phone didn’t stop ringing; the whole village celebrated with me–it was a happy day, but I still didn’t allow my students to bunk class!
And my doors are open to all– come visit me and my Pathshala anytime; our village is beautiful and all my students are bright–I am sure you can learn something from them!
So that’s my story– I am a simple teacher from Bengal who enjoys his tea and evening naps on his charpoy. The highlight of my life is being called Master Moshai–I want to teach until my last breath; it’s what I was put on this planet to do!”
Sujit Chattopadhyay
President Kovind presents Padma Shri to Shri Sujit Chatterjee for Literature and Education. A retired school teacher from Purba Bardhaman, West Bengal, he is recognised over the state for his free coaching center named “Sadai Fakirer Pathsala”. (Courtesy: Characters of Calcutta)
"Whatever arises in the mind, just let go of it. Don't even wish to be rid of thoughts. Then the mind will return to its natural state. No discriminating between good and bad, hot and cold, fast and slow. No me and no you, no self at all—just what there is."
Ajahn Chah
Has anyone ever come across this way of visualizing the convolution of two functions f and g: Look at the graph of the two-variable function f(x)g(y), and consider diagonal slices over the line x + y = k.
The area of those slices represents (f * g)(k).
On this day 2,067 years ago Julius Caesar was assassinated in broad daylight in the middle of Rome.
But it wasn't a mob or a popular uprising - Caesar was killed by a group of disgruntled senators.
Here's how it happened, moment by moment, on that fateful day in 44 BC...
The Lazareth LMV 496 is a mind-blowing vehicle from the French mechanical engineer Ludovic Lazareth. The only hoverbike that functions as a real motorcycle
[video: https://t.co/e9UPzMiMqx]
What is this beast of a cell? What if I told you it came from your brain?
This is an #astrocyte reconstructed from a volume of visual cortex smaller than a piece of dust.
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Prof. S. R. Srinivasa Varadhan, a mathematician, is the subject of this fascinating essay and was recently named for the Padma Vibhushan, India’s second-highest civilian honor. In IISc, Bangalore, a few years back, I met him.
https://t.co/9fWiEn8RMW
If this image doesn’t make clear to you that the eyes are an extension of the brain, or more technically, that the retinas are truly brain tissue but merely reside outside the cranial vault, please consider a brain scan.
Benjamin Franklin created a list of virtues that he believed would forge a life of health, wealth, and happiness.
200+ years later, the list still holds incredible wisdom...
Benjamin Franklin's 13 Virtues for a life well-lived:
In just the last several weeks, we have seen MAJOR layoff announcements from:
-Meta
-Stripe
-Paypal
-Microsoft
-Amazon
Here is an update on the labor market and why these mass layoff announcements will keep coming 👇
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In 1922, neighbours heard screams coming from a house in the affluent LA area of Layfette Park. When the police arrived, they found Fred Oesterreich dead & his wife Dolly locked inside in a closet. They were certain Dolly had done it, but they had no idea how.
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@SahilBloom You don't win the game by playing fair.
You win it by designing a new game in which you own all the pieces, then convincing the world to play.
With rice transplanting, seedlings are grown in a nursery, transported and transplanted into puddled fields 15 to 40 days after seeding. Rice seedlings can either be transplanted manually or by machine, like in this case [📹: https://t.co/jrJaifQbwu]