Angelina Jolie, a modern day Mother Theresa?

I’ve know for a long time and have always admired people like Bono, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt for their selfless acts and constant work at improving humanity as a whole, but I never really knew the extent of their amazing work.

I received an email which speaks of Angelina Jolie’s amazing work, was truly inspired by her and thought I would share with you all, in hopes of either inspiring or at the very least, showing that there are definitely people out there who can and do make a difference and fuck anyone who says it can’t be done or isn’t worth it….

Angelina Jolie is an exceptional human being, to those who don't know, 1 third of her wealth is dedicated to helping the victim areas in the world.

She’s given 1 million dollars to the refugee camp of Afghan people in Pakistan
1 million dollars to the organization of doctors unlimited
1 million dollars to the organization of global child
1 million dollars to the organization of global aids alliance
1 million dollars to the victims of Darfur
5 million dollars to Cambodia children
1 hundred thousand dollars to Daniele Byrle St.

She is also in the process of establishing a medical clinic to combat Aids in Ethiopia and on her third visit to Iraq she gave financial and moral support to hundreds of thousands of Iraqi refugees inside and outside Iraq.

It is approximated that Angelina Jolie has given well over 20 million dollars (food, medication. Etc. notwithstanding) since 2002 of her own personal money. Angelina is also the United Nations delegate or ambassador of the refugee affairs of the United Nations and has personally visited the refugee camps of Palestinians in Lebanon, and Somalia refugees in Kenya. She also visited Afghanistan, Somalia, Pakistan, Darfur, Salvador, Tanzania, Sierra Leon, with trucks full of medication and food and different alimentations for the people.

THIS LADY NEVER HAD FEAR OF ANY DISEASES OR ATTACK OR KIDNAPPING OR BEING INJURED BY ANY EXPLOSION WHICH CAN DEFORM HER BEAUTY OR EVEN TAKE HER LIFE!

THE PHOTOS SHOW HER HUMANITY. THE MOST AMAZING TRAIT IN HER PERSONALITY IS THAT SHE DOES EVERYTHING HERSELF, WITHOUT ANY DELEGATE.

Good for her, truly a special human being. We invite you to share this with other...

In memory of a legend...

‎37 years today since Bruce Lee has passed on and liberated - some of us anyway, from the 'classical mess'... His most important lesson of all I believe was condensed into 3 simple yet very powerful sentences: "Absorb what is usefull. Add what is specifically of your own. Disregard the rest." May his memory live on forever...

An interesting and refreshing perspective and belief.

No, not the picture... I just liked it and thought it was pretty funny and very true for many people... me included... :`)

The following was posted on my facebook wall by a friend of mine Will Garnsworthy, it was written by Andy Weir, I really enjoyed it, thought I'd share it with y'all...

"Abosrb what is useful..."

The Egg

By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. You wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

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