I am finally beginning to understand and appreciate how logical Indian food is. Pepper has many medicinal benefits. Milagu Kuzhambu is a staple in South India during winters because it helps prevent and cure the common cold. The dhal in Kottu has high protein. Protein in-take helps burn energy slowly during the cold winter days.
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus
For several weeks now, Adi has been observing the falling leaves and the beautiful red and yellow colors on the leaves. We both enjoy the fall beauty…but only hastly..as we rush to school and drive back and forth from activites.
Today afternoon, Adi came back from school. I surprised him by saying “The camera is all yours for 1 hour today afternoon. Look – the rain has stopped and the sun is out. Let us go photo shooting!!”.
His jaw dropped. He said “Are you serious?! Stop kidding Amma”.
We got in the car and drove around…stopping here…pausing there. We discussed how best to click a particular shot. I don’t know much about framing..but whatever I knew, I taught him.
In our part of the world (here in Northern California), Fall doesn’t bring as much beauty as in the Mid-west. However, we enjoyed the red and yellow leaves and how the vibrant colors stood out in our city.
Hope you are enjoy this Fall as much as Adi and I enjoyed scouting for Fall pictures.
”Children praised for intelligence preferred to find out about the performance of others on the tasks rather than learn about new strategies for solving the problems” – NY Times
Diwali (or Deepavali, the “festival of lights”) is an ancient Hindu festival celebrated in autumn (northern hemisphere) or spring (southern hemisphere) every year.
On Veterans Day (Nov 12, 2012), my buddy Mark Faust shared this touching story about his uncle.
Read and be inspired.
On this Veterans Day I remembered my hero, Uncle Eddie.
On occasion Capt. Edward Promberger was called a terrorist by some, even himself.
I notice now that business leaders are often referred to as something less than heroes, and worse, some even doubt if they have a higher purpose in their call.
My uncle piloted over 50 missions in a B-17 bomber in Europe. On several occasions he and his nine crew members were called back from a mission, but when hope was not lost Capt. Promberger would ask every one of his men if they were willing to complete the mission.
Eddie always thought about the fact that many of the men were married and some even had children. He looked at piloting that plane as if he had nine families he was caring for, not just nine men. Only if every man said yes, would he press on with these missions aborted by central command. On more than one occasion their plane would be the only one to complete the mission and then they would attempt a lonely return to home base.
A crew had a one in four chance of completing a tour, 25 missions. So it wasn’t often for a crew to re-up once let alone twice, but this crew stuck together for three tours. Throughout the war and their 57 missions, not one man was lost.
On one mission my uncle’s plane was hit by flak and his co-pilot and he were injured. My uncle’s vision blurred with blood, but he never considered retreat. Among many other medals, my uncle was awarded two distinguished flying crosses and a purple heart.
Uncle Eddie never married. I heard that he didn’t want to put someone through his frequent nightmares. He would wake up seeing a mission where bombs he dropped hit what he later found out to be an orphanage, a target he was ordered to bomb. He lived with those visions until his seventies. When he returned home, his first and only love, the woman who promised to marry him, was already engaged.
My mom told me one of my uncle’s happiest moments was seeing my three-year-old son and holding his hand. It was on that occasion that in a very quiet voice he shared several of his war stories that he had never shared before. One was of a particularly rough mission where three engines were hit. He ordered the crew to drop all the bombs and guns into the sea and then to jump to safety on an island well before getting to the home base. He so respected the Boeing plane he flew. He was able to land that plane and walk away. Later after the war when the Memphis Bell was touring the US he drove out to see it. He asked the General if he could fly it. The General said, “Capt. Promberger you can fly any g**damn plane you want!”
Events of late have caused some business leaders to consider retreat. To just give up, retire, sell out or whatever, rather than completing the mission. How many families count on you and your leadership? Are you even giving a hint of thought to retreat?
The scars of that war are still felt today. One joy for my uncle though was that in that in the last year of his life he met up with his first and only true love. She was a widow. In fact during his last waking hour, as he lay in the bed of the VA hospital, the hand of his true love, was in in his, and he died with a smile on his face.
Never, never, never give up