Swaminanthan father and mother conversation of swami entered the school
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I was recently blessed with the opportunity to sit down and have a conversation with Dr. Cornel West — a brilliant thinker and someone I have come to regard as a heartfelt friend and spiritual brother. Among the many profound things Dr. West spoke that evening at Princeton, one thing he said struck me deeply. “I am who I am,” he said, “because someone loved me.” As I reflected on his words, images of various mentors and teachers flashed in my mind. I thought of all the kind, loving souls who have reached out to me over the years. Some of them were world-famous spiritual leaders; others were recluses living in unknown caves and jungles; while still others were everyday people. But Dr. West’s statement especially brought one face to my mind: that of my father, a humble and amazing man named Jerry Slavin.
He is Jewish, but not particularly religious. Rather, he expressed his faith in God through his gratitude, kindness, and dedication to his family. He grew up during the Great Depression, and had to leave school at the age of fifteen to work in order to assist his parents. As a result, ever since his childhood he sincerely valued working hard and supporting his family. He and my beloved mother, Idelle, wanted the best for their three sons, but they were also careful not to spoil us.
In 1958, my father invested everything he had in a business venture and became the largest automobile dealership in Chicago for Ford’s new Edsel line. But Edsel sales plummeted and my father fell into bankruptcy. I watched him struggle; working long hours to protect us from poverty. Throughout the struggle, I do not recollect where he displayed weak-heartedness or bitterness at his situation. Rather, he remained determined to keep trying and taught by his example to be grateful for whatever we had.
The day before I was to leave home for college, my father told me, “Richie, let’s take a ride together.” As we drove along the tranquil streets of Highland Park’s Sherwood Forest, he spoke his heart. “Son,” he began, “as long as I’m alive, I’m always here for you.” Stopping the car, he held my hand as his voice quivered. “As your father, I expect you to do your best, but whether you succeed or fail, do good deeds or bad ones, or even betray me, as long as I’m alive, I’ll love you and I’m here for you. This is a promise I will live and die to keep. Please, never forget this.” Overwhelmed, I listened. I knew that he meant every word he spoke.
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I was recently blessed with the opportunity to sit down and have a conversation with Dr. Cornel West — a brilliant thinker and someone I have come to regard as a heartfelt friend and spiritual brother. Among the many profound things Dr. West spoke that evening at Princeton, one thing he said struck me deeply. “I am who I am,” he said, “because someone loved me.” As I reflected on his words, images of various mentors and teachers flashed in my mind. I thought of all the kind, loving souls who have reached out to me over the years. Some of them were world-famous spiritual leaders; others were recluses living in unknown caves and jungles; while still others were everyday people. But Dr. West’s statement especially brought one face to my mind: that of my father, a humble and amazing man named Jerry Slavin.
He is Jewish, but not particularly religious. Rather, he expressed his faith in God through his gratitude, kindness, and dedication to his family. He grew up during the Great Depression, and had to leave school at the age of fifteen to work in order to assist his parents. As a result, ever since his childhood he sincerely valued working hard and supporting his family. He and my beloved mother, Idelle, wanted the best for their three sons, but they were also careful not to spoil us.
In 1958, my father invested everything he had in a business venture and became the largest automobile dealership in Chicago for Ford’s new Edsel line. But Edsel sales plummeted and my father fell into bankruptcy. I watched him struggle; working long hours to protect us from poverty. Throughout the struggle, I do not recollect where he displayed weak-heartedness or bitterness at his situation. Rather, he remained determined to keep trying and taught by his example to be grateful for whatever we had.
The day before I was to leave home for college, my father told me, “Richie, let’s take a ride together.” As we drove along the tranquil streets of Highland Park’s Sherwood Forest, he spoke his heart. “Son,” he began, “as long as I’m alive, I’m always here for you.” Stopping the car, he held my hand as his voice quivered. “As your father, I expect you to do your best, but whether you succeed or fail, do good deeds or bad ones, or even betray me, as long as I’m alive, I’ll love you and I’m here for you. This is a promise I will live and die to keep. Please, never forget this.” Overwhelmed, I listened. I knew that he meant every word he spoke.
u make them as conversation lyk write the speaker name beside the dialogue and all
HOPE ITS HELPFULL..........MARK MINE...^.^