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The year was 1960. I had graduated from Roberts Technical & Trade school in NYC as a budding Auto Mechanic 2 years earlier, and since that time I had held various jobs in gas stations pumping gas and doing whatever repairs & maintenance jobs that came in, lube & oil, tune up, adjust brakes (yeah most cars had drum brakes and not all self adjusted, Chrysler products were the worst). There were no self serve gas stations back then and the obligatory question was “Check under the hood sir?” Of course you also cleaned the windshield and I cleaned the rear window as well it hopes of getting a tip. If the driver wanted his tires checked you did that too, even if he only bought a dollars worth of gas. I didn't mind cause I was doing what I liked, working on cars, though a lot of it wasn't very glamorous. I was living in Long Island City at the time and my older brother got me a job at Welbilt Stoves in Maspeth Queens. I made $1.07 an hour. It was as bad as it sounds! I endured that job for 3 weeks until I got a job at a Shell station on Queens BLVD. The owner was a little Jewish guy who had been a Taylor and knew squat about mechanics so I kind of ran the 2 bay shop. It was ok. Gas was dirt cheap back then and we were undercutting the competition by about 2 cents. We were selling Reg for $0.27.9. (about 28 cents a gallon) One day 3 guys came in from a couple of other stations and “urged us” to raise our price because we were “taking food out of their mouths”. We showed them our books and exactly how little gas we were pumping. They left feeling sorry for us. My boss use to run out and hand out cards to motorists who were stopped at the light with the gas price on it, $27.9 One day he asked me if I would go out and hand out cards when the light turned red. I looked at him like he was crazy. I said I'm a professional Mechanic, I don't stand out in the street handing out gas cards. I thought, “If this guy thinks he's gonna get rich selling gas for a penny a gallon profit he's gonna die poor.”

...Many of us are tied so tightly to staying in constant contact with the worlds we create on these devices, that sometimes I wonder if it's healthful. Clearly it provides each of us with something we value, and of course it has great importance for safety, socialization, communication, and so on. But the drive for near constant connectedness does make me wonder about the addictive aspects of such. In some religious traditions planned, occasional breaks from contact with food, work, others, and normally meaningful aspects of every day life is considered useful, and even often proscribed. All sorts of retreats exist for this. Now and again I try to take a break from it all in various ways, and find it helps with feelings of renewal, clarity and perspective.

My office manager is always busy with
the most difficult tasks without being involved in
time-consuming silliness. He never
hesitates to help others or take over their work, and yet
he manages to finish his duties on time. He often stays at the
office for a while longer to go through a difficult file and he already forgets his
coffee breaks. He does not have the slightest
pretension and without much extra training he excels in
knowledge of computer science and other technical gadgets. It is a guy who
enjoys absolutely high appreciation among his colleagues and
can not be missed by anyone . I suspect he will soon
promotion can think. Maybe immediately at the management expansion that is now at
the door. The company will benefit from it

I see myself a bit like a Christian figure. Is because I always have to walk with that gigantic cross........

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Why you should listen?
Dr. Robert Waldinger is Clinical Professor of Psychiatry at Harvard Medical School, Director of the Center for Psychodynamic Therapy and Research at Massachusetts General Hospital, and Director of the Harvard Study of Adult Development. The Study has tracked the lives of two groups of men for over 75 years. Dr. Waldinger is now expanding the Study to the Baby Boomer children of these men to understand how childhood experience reaches across decades to affect health and wellbeing in middle age.

Dr. Waldinger received his A.B. from Harvard College and his M.D. from Harvard Medical School. He is the author of numerous scientific papers as well as two books. He is a practicing psychiatrist and psychoanalyst, he teaches Harvard medical students and psychiatry residents, and he is on the faculty of the Boston Psychoanalytic Institute. He is also a Zen priest.


What keeps us healthy and happy as we go through life? If you were going to invest now in your future best self, where would you put your time and your energy? There was a recent survey of millennials asking them what their most important life goals were, and over 80 percent said that a major life goal for them was to get rich. And another 50 percent of those same young adults said that another major life goal was to become famous.
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And we're constantly told to lean in to work, to push harder and achieve more. We're given the impression that these are the things that we need to go after in order to have a good life. Pictures of entire lives, of the choices that people make and how those choices work out for them, those pictures are almost impossible to get. Most of what we know about human life we know from asking people to remember the past, and as we know, hindsight is anything but 20/20. We forget vast amounts of what happens to us in life, and sometimes memory is downright creative.

But what if we could watch entire lives as they unfold through time? What if we could study people from the time that they were teenagers all the way into old age to see what really keeps people happy and healthy?

We did that. The Harvard Study of Adult Development may be the longest study of adult life that's ever been done. For 75 years, we've tracked the lives of 724 men, year after year, asking about their work, their home lives, their health, and of course asking all along the way without knowing how their life stories were going to turn out.

Studies like this are exceedingly rare. Almost all projects of this kind fall apart within a decade because too many people drop out of the study, or funding for the research dries up, or the researchers get distracted, or they die, and nobody moves the ball further down the field. But through a combination of luck and the persistence of several generations of researchers, this study has survived. About 60 of our original 724 men are still alive, still participating in the study, most of them in their 90s. And we are now beginning to study the more than 2,000 children of these men. And I'm the fourth director of the study.

As I Began to Love Myself

I just got done watching a movie about artificial intelligence and at the end, man's machine had taken over.

It got me thinking. I grew up in small town America, in a place where if you wanted to gain financially, and I mean for the most part just gain enough to pay the bills and survive. In fact, a lot of that life still remains around here....for now. The price to rent an apartment around here can be about $400 a month where in New York City, it can be $2000 a month.

Back when I was young, there really was not much in the lines of making a great living around here. In many cases, one would have to move out from the area in order to "make it" in the world. My father and I would haul scrap iron in the summer time and work in the woods in the -10 degrees cold brisk mornings.

Boy...thinking back to those days seem so ancient now. A time well past....past well back in time.

Now, I can just press a couple of keys in the comfort of my warm home and money comes flowing in from all over the world.

Just the thought of that while I was young...I don't think my wildest dreams could have painted that picture.

This blog is not about money....

It is about the change happening under our noses without us really even giving two thoughts about it. I am from a different time, living in a new world.

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