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Socrates, one of the greatest Greek philosophers, who lived from 469 – 399 BC, shunned gossip. It is said that one day he came upon an acquaintance who ran up to him excitedly and said:

“Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one of your students?”

“Wait a moment,” Socrates replied. “Before you tell me I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”

“Triple filter?” his friend asked.

“That’s right,” Socrates continued. “Before you talk to me about my student let’s take a moment to filter what you’re going to say. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”

“No,” the man said, “actually I just heard about it and…”

“All right,” said Socrates. “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my student something good?”

“No, on the contrary… “

“So,” Socrates continued, “you want to tell me something bad about him, even though you’re not certain it’s true?” The man shrugged, a little embarrassed. Socrates continued. “You may still pass the test though, because there is a third filter – the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my student going to be useful to me?”

“No, not really,” the man admitted.

“Well,” concluded Socrates, “if what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me at all?”

The man who had tried to spread gossip to the great thinker was defeated and ashamed.

From Goodreads Website:

Socrates

Born in Athens, Greece
April 29, 0469

Died  February 10, 0399

Genre  Philosophy

Influences  Diagoras of Melos, Aristippus

The philosopher Socrates remains, as he was in his lifetime (469–399 B.C.E.), an enigma, an inscrutable individual who, despite having written nothing, is considered one of the handful of philosophers who forever changed how philosophy itself was to be conceived. 

All our information about him is second-hand and most of it vigorously disputed, but his trial and death at the hands of the Athenian democracy is nevertheless the founding myth of the academic discipline of philosophy, and his influence has been felt far beyond philosophy itself, and in every age. 

Because his life is widely considered paradigmatic for the philosophic life and, more generally, for how anyone ought to live, Socrates has been encumbered with the admiration and emulation normally reserved for founders of religious sects—Jesus or Buddha—strange for someone who tried so hard to make others do their own thinking, and for someone convicted and executed on the charge of irreverence toward the gods. 

Certainly he was impressive, so impressive that many others were moved to write about him, all of whom found him strange by the conventions of fifth-century Athens: in his appearance, personality, and behavior, as well as in his views and methods.

So thorny is the difficulty of distinguishing the historical Socrates from the Socrateses of the authors of the texts in which he appears and, moreover, from the Socrateses of scores of later interpreters, that the whole contested issue is generally referred to as the Socratic problem. 

Each age, each intellectual turn, produces a Socrates of its own. 

It is no less true now that, “The ‘real’ Socrates we have not: what we have is a set of interpretations each of which represents a ‘theoretically possible’ Socrates,” as Cornelia de Vogel (1955, 28) put it. In fact, de Vogel was writing as a new analytic paradigm for interpreting Socrates was about to become standard — 

Gregory Vlastos' model (§2.2), which would hold sway until the mid 1990s. 

Who Socrates really was is fundamental to Vlastos' interpretation of the philosophical dialogues of Plato, as it is to virtually any interpretation, because Socrates is the dominant figure in most of Plato's dialogues.

Laugh of the Day!!

I got pulled over on the way back home from grabbing McDonald’s with my niece. I was going 12 mph over the speed limit. As the officer started walking up to my car, I rolled all of my windows down.

My adorable and apparently INCREDIBLY smart 7 year old niece started screaming from the backseat

“It’s coming out! I can’t hold it any longer! It’s almost here!!!”

Now the trooper is HEARING her scream this and he leans in the window and asks her “What’s going on here???”
She looks him DEAD IN THE FACE and says “I’ve got poop coming outta my butt!!” He started laughing! I was shocked and embarrassed! He asked how far I had to go, which was about 3 miles home.

He told me to drive safe and get Miss Pupu Butt home to do her business.
He could NOT stop laughing! 

As soon as we pulled away I asked “What was that about???” 

My niece smirked and said “I saw it on YouTube but I didn’t think it would work.” I said “So, you’re not pooping?” She said nope and you're not in trouble either. 

This lil girl is my hero!!!

The Guy With The Race Car Sign Looks The Happiest!!!

 

December Self Care

 

Boston Marathon 1966 - First Women To Run It -

 

“When she applied to run in the Boston Marathon in 1966 they rejected her saying: “Women are not physiologically able to run a marathon, and we can’t take the liability.”

Then exactly 50 years ago today, on the day of the marathon, Bobbi Gibb hid in the bushes and waited for the race to begin. When about half of the runners had gone past she jumped in.

She wore her brother’s Bermuda shorts, a pair of boy’s sneakers, a bathing suit, and a sweatshirt. As she took off into the swarm of runners, Gibb started to feel overheated, but she didn’t remove her hoodie. “I knew if they saw me, they were going to try to stop me,” she said. “I even thought I might be arrested.”

It didn’t take long for male runners in Gibb’s vicinity to realize that she was not another man. Gibb expected them to shoulder her off the road, or call out to the police. Instead, the other runners told her that if anyone tried to interfere with her race, they would put a stop to it. Finally feeling secure and assured, Gibb took off her sweatshirt.

As soon as it became clear that there was a woman running in the marathon, the crowd erupted—not with anger or righteousness, but with pure joy, she recalled. Men cheered. Women cried.

By the time she reached Wellesley College, the news of her run had spread, and the female students were waiting for her, jumping and screaming. The governor of Massachusetts met her at the finish line and shook her hand. The first woman to ever run the marathon had finished in the top third.”

There's more to this story Mary ..... 1967 another great lady, Kathrine Switzer, having snook into the Boston Marathon, was attacked by the race director Jock Semple who tried to tear her number off her back and physically throw her out of the race. Fortunately, Switzer's boyfriend, an ex American footballer, smashed Semple with a peach of a shoulder charge - end of race-director's interruptions. 

Five years later, when women runners were allowed to participate Semple & Switzer became great friends with the Scot Semple admitting 'they (women) were great runners' . This video is worth a watch

Night Before Christmas For Grieving Hearts

 
A Bed For My Heart

“It was the night before Christmas and Santa was busy making his rounds.
He was light on his feet making sure he didn't make a sound.

But he took notice that some homes didn't have that Christmas Glee.
So he decided to stop because he thought that just can't be.

He crept in a mommy's bedroom and stopped in his steps, 

as he saw a little angel hugging his mom as she slept.

The little angel looked up and cried, "Oh, Santa you are finally here!!
I've been waiting for you to help me let Mommy know I am near.”

Santa picked up the wee angel and asked him, "What can I do? 

I'm just a simple toy maker I can't make your mommy's dreams come true.”

So the two of them sat and they sat for a while, 

until the tiny angel jumped up and screamed with a smile.

"Let’s leave her a sign a beautiful sign from above,
Let her know it's from me, sent from heaven with love!!!”

So Santa dug and he dug deep, 

in that big glorious bag that was filled with lots of treats.

He pulled out a beautiful white feather that look like it was made out of snow.
And he thought such a beautiful sign that only a grieving mother would know.

He placed it on her nightstand and kissed the angel on his head.
Then placed him next to his mom as she slumbered in bed.

I think I'll stay here with Mommy and visit her in her dreams tonight,
She misses me dearly and needs to know I'm all right.

Santa made his way to his sled, And wiped a tear from his eye.
He fell to his knees and managed to cry.

Merry Christmas to all the grieving mothers across this big land.
And let it be known your angels are with you holding your hands...”

: : : Written by Joe’s Mommy : : :

https://www.facebook.com/ABedForMyHeart/

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