I would like to share a story with you that I heard tonight over our Let’s do it! France dinner meeting.
On the upcoming Saturday, we – big part of the team and many other people – are going to clean a place in a Parisian suburb that is known to have a lot of trash. But it has occurred that the local authorities have planned their own cleanup of that place – but during the weekend after ours. So the Let’s do it France team has received probably the strangest and most surprising request in the entire history of Let’s do it… it goes: please leave some trash for us to clean as well! Don’t clean everything...
And now comes: WHAT DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD DO?
I’m making a wish: for now and always
to work with people who respect and value the time and work of others;
to be always able to earn my living with the things I love to do;
to be always able to learn from my mistakes;
to be able to recognize situations and people I cannot change;
and to have courage to walk away from anything that doesn’t accord with my values.
February 3, 2011
“Today is Thursday, right?”
“Yes. — It happens – once a week.”
“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.”
– Kahlil Gibran
Wish I could always remember that. For it happens too often that people who appear beautiful outside have not much of it left for the inside… That’s why I also prefer to close my eyes an listen, rather than to see. But still I have so much to learn.
Champs-Élysées. Photo from Wikimedia
In the recent innumbered days, working like a mad squirrel on something that might be called a ‘media library’ for the globe cleanup thingy* – I’ve come upon several jolly things. And I’ve had it to my eyes and ears with copy-pasting text, and taken it up again (because creating libraries is so, so much fun).
And then I crossed that ingenious article about us in the Economist (and my professional cretinism says that the site runs on Drupal; true/not?) and for the first time, I read the comments.
One of them goes like that:
I’d be happy to see World Cleanup descend on the 16th Arrondissement of Paris where there is a growing glut of discarded Christmas trees cluttering the pavements. Then again it may militate for biodegradability…
…and it gave me a good, good laugh.
For I am quite certain that wherever on Earth I happen to go, I will always remember my sweet, overcrowded, noisy, stinky Paris. It is not something you can forget. Especially when you’ve done your very best to avoid it for a couple of years, but still stay just around the corner all the time.
* this, now, was supposed to be a clever diversion to avoid getting caught by google alerts that are catching everything else related to that globe cleanup thingy for me & the library
– you know, I was thinking about this Dorian…
– … Gray?
– no, Dorian mode.
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