VALUES

Values are principles that allow people to guide their behavior to fulfill them as
individuals. They are fundamental beliefs that help people make ethical decisions
or display ethical behavior and are a source of satisfaction and fulfillment.

Values provide a guideline to formulate goals and objectives and reflect interests,
feelings and convictions of an individual. Values refer to human needs and
represent ideals, dreams and aspirations. Their importance is independent of the
circumstances. Values translate into thoughts, concepts or ideas, but the most
important of the lot is behavior. Values also constitute the foundations for co-
existence of a community and relations with others. They regulate our behavior to
the benefit of collective wellbeing.

In an organization, values serve as a framework for the behavior of its members.
These values are based on the nature of the organization and its projection into
the future. To this end, they must encourage the attitudes and actions required to
achieve the organizations objectives.

The way values are defined in an organization can also be used to put them into
practice. If theyre only words and generic concepts, theyre much less useful in
practice than when theyre defined in terms of attitudes, b ehaviors and specific
actions.

The organizations that benefit the most from applying values as a managerial tool
translate them into codes of conduct, with precise indications regarding the
attitudes and actions that favor the culture of the organization or community
according to its interests.

Values serve as a practical guide for the decisions people make every day at work
and help them identify what to do in each situation. Otherwise, the internal
credibility of the organization, its leadership and its culture weaken, giving rise to a
crisis of values.

Leaders at all levels and areas of the organization are responsible for defining
values. Heads of organizations, bosses, supervisors or coordinators, must be aware
that everything they do or not do communicates the values of the organization to
the rest of the team. The other members of the organization are responsible for
knowing the values of that community.




Types of values



Ever since human beings have lived in community, they have had to establish
principles to guide their behavior towards others, in this sense, honesty,
responsibility, truth, solidarity, cooperation, tolerance, respect and peace,
among others, are considered universal values. However, in order to understand
them better, it is useful to classify values according to the following criteria:
Personal values:
These are considered essential principles on which people build their life and
guide them to relate with other people. They are usually a blend of family values
and social-cultural values, together with peoples own values, according to their
experiences.
Family values:
These are valued in a family and are considered either good or bad. These derive
from the fundamental beliefs of the parents, who use them to educate their
children. They are the basic principles and guidelines of initial behavior in
society, and are conveyed through ones behaviors in the family, from the
simplest to the most complex.
Social-cultural values:
These are the prevailing values of our society, which change with time, and
either coincide or not with family or personal values. They constitute a complex
mix of different values, and at times they contradict one another, or pose a
dilemma.
Material values:
These values allow an individual to survive, and are related to his/her basic
needs as human beings, such as food and clothing and protection from the
environment. They are fundamental needs, part of the complex web that is
created between personal, family and social-cultural values. If exaggerated,
material values can be in contradiction with spiritual values.
Spiritual values:
They refer to the importance people give to non-material aspects in our lives.
They are part of our human needs and allow people to feel fulfilled. They add
meaning and foundation to life.
Moral values:
The attitude and behavior that a society considers essential for coexistence,
order, and general wellbeing are moral values.







Malala Yousafzai
Yousafzai at Girl Summit 2014
Native name
Born 12 July 1997 (age 17)
Mingora, North-West Frontier Province, Pakistan
Residence Birmingham, England
Nationality Pakistani
Ethnicity Pashtun
Occupation Blogger and activist for rights to
education and for women
Known for Female education activism
Religion Islam
Relatives
Toorpekai Yousafzai (mother)
Ziauddin Yousafzai (father)
Awards
Nobel Peace Prize
Sakharov Prize
Simone de Beauvoir Prize
Honorary Canadian citizenship
National Youth Peace Prize

Malala Yousafzai (Pashto: *mlal jusf zj+;*1+ Urdu:
Mallah Ysafzay, born 12 July 1997)*2+ is a Pakistani activist for female education and the
youngest-ever Nobel Prize recipient.[3] She is known mainly for human rights advocacy
for education and for women in her native Swat Valley in the Khyber Pakhtunkhwa
province of northwest Pakistan, where the local Taliban had at times banned girls from
attending school. Yousafzai's advocacy has since grown into an international movement.

Her family runs a chain of schools in the region. In early 2009, when she was 1112,
Yousafzai wrote a blog under a pseudonym for the BBC detailing her life under Taliban
occupation, their attempts to take control of the valley, and her views on promoting
education for girls in the Swat Valley. The following summer, journalist Adam B. Ellick
made a New York Times documentary[2] about her life as the Pakistani military
intervened in the region, culminating in the Second Battle of Swat. Yousafzai rose in



prominence, giving interviews in print and on television, and she was nominated for the
International Children's Peace Prize by South African activist Desmond Tutu.

On the afternoon of 9 October 2012, Yousafzai boarded her school bus in the northwest
Pakistani district of Swat. A gunman asked for her by name, then pointed a pistol at her
and fired three shots. One bullet hit the left side of Yousafzai's forehead, travelled under
her skin through the length of her face, and then went into her shoulder.[4] In the days
immediately following the attack, she remained unconscious and in critical condition, but
later her condition improved enough for her to be sent to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in
Birmingham, England, for intensive rehabilitation. On 12 October, a group of 50 Islamic
clerics in Pakistan issued a fatw against those who tried to kill her, but the Taliban
reiterated their intent to kill Yousafzai and her father, Ziauddin Yousafzai. Some Pakistanis
believe the shooting was a CIA setup and many conspiracy theories exist.[5]

The assassination attempt sparked a national and international outpouring of support for
Yousafzai. Deutsche Welle wrote in January 2013 that Yousafzai may have become "the
most famous teenager in the world."[6] United Nations Special Envoy for Global Education
Gordon Brown launched a UN petition in Yousafzai's name, using the slogan "I am Malala"
and demanding that all children worldwide be in school by the end of 2015 a petition
which helped lead to the ratification of Pakistan's first Right to Education Bill.[7] In the 29
April 2013 issue of Time magazine, Yousafzai was featured on the magazine's front cover
and as one of "The 100 Most Influential People in the World". She was the winner of
Pakistan's first National Youth Peace Prize.

On 12 July 2013, Yousafzai spoke at the headquarters of the United Nations to call for
worldwide access to education, and in September 2013 she officially opened the Library of
Birmingham.[8] Yousafzai is the recipient of the Sakharov Prize for 2013. On 16 October
2013, the Government of Canada announced its intention that the Parliament of Canada
confer Honorary Canadian citizenship upon Yousafzai.[9] In February 2014, she was
nominated for the World Children's Prize in Sweden.[10] On 15 May 2014, Yousafzai was
granted an honorary doctorate by the University of King's College in Halifax.[11]

On 10 October 2014, Yousafzai was announced as the co-recipient of the 2014 Nobel
Peace Prize for her struggle against the suppression of children and young people and for
the right of all children to education. At age 17, Yousafzai is the youngest-ever Nobel
Peace Prize laureate.[12][13] Yousafzai shared the prize with Kailash Satyarthi, a children's
rights activist from India.[14] She is the second Pakistani to receive a Nobel Prize and the
only Pakistani winner of the Nobel Peace Prize; Abdus Salam was a 1979 Physics laureate.

Childhood

Yousafzai in Strasbourg on 20 November 2013
Yousafzai was born on 12 July 1997 in the Swat District of Pakistan's northwestern Khyber
Pakhtunkhwa province, into a Sunni Muslim family[2] of Pashtun ethnicity.[15] She was
given her first name Malala (meaning "grief-stricken")[16] after Malalai of Maiwand, a
famous Pashtun poetess and warrior woman from southern Afghanistan.[17] Her last
name, Yousafzai, is that of a large Pashtun tribal confederation that is predominant in
Pakistan's Swat Valley, where she grew up. At her house in Mingora, she lived with her
two younger brothers, her parents, Ziauddin and Tor Pekai, and two pet chickens.[2] Swat
has always remained a popular tourist spot and attracted thousands of tourists due to its



natural and scenic beauty. Queen Elizabeth II once during her visit to the area called it
"the Switzerland of the east".

Fluent in Pashto, English, and Urdu, Yousafzai was educated in large part by her father,
Ziauddin Yousafzai, who is a poet, school owner,[18] and an educational activist himself,
running a chain of schools known as the Khushal Public School.[19][20] She once stated to
an interviewer that she would like to become a doctor, though later her father
encouraged her to become a politician instead.[2] Ziauddin referred to his daughter as
something entirely special, permitting her to stay up at night and talk about politics after
her two brothers had been sent to bed.[21]

Yousafzai started speaking about education rights as early as September 2008, when her
father took her to Peshawar to speak at the local press club. "How dare the Taliban take
away my basic right to education?" Yousafzai asked her audience in a speech covered by
newspapers and television channels throughout the region.[22]

Banned from school
After the ban, the Taliban continued to destroy schools in the area.[30] Five days later in
her blog, Yousafzai wrote that she was still studying for her exams: "Our annual exams are
due after the vacations but this will only be possible if the Taliban allow girls to go to
school. We were told to prepare certain chapters for the exam but I do not feel like
studying."[30]

It seems that it is only when dozens of schools have been destroyed and hundreds others
closed down that the army thinks about protecting them. Had they conducted their
operations here properly, this situation would not have arisen.

Malala Yousafzai 24 January 2009 BBC blog entry[30]
In February 2009, girls' schools were still closed. In solidarity, private schools for boys had
decided not to open until 9 February, and notices appeared saying so.[30] On 7 February,
Yousafzai and a brother returned to their hometown of Mingora, where the streets were
deserted, and there was an "eerie silence". "We went to the supermarket to buy a gift for
our mother but it was closed, whereas earlier it used to remain open till late. Many other
shops were also closed", she wrote in her blog. Their home had been robbed and their
television was stolen.[30]

After boys' schools reopened, the Taliban lifted restrictions on girls' primary education,
where there was co-education. Girls-only schools were still closed. Yousafzai wrote that
only 70 pupils attended, out of 700 pupils who were enrolled.[30]

On 15 February, gunshots could be heard in the streets of Mingora, but Yousafzai's father
reassured her, saying "don't be scared this is firing for peace". Her father had read in the
newspaper that the government and the militants were going to sign a peace deal the
next day. Later that night, when the Taliban announced the peace deal on their FM Radio
studio, another round of stronger firing started outside.[30] Yousafzai spoke out against
the Taliban on the national current affairs show Capital Talk on 18 February.[31] Three
days later, local Taliban leader Maulana Fazlulla announced on his FM radio station that
he was lifting the ban on women's education, and girls would be allowed to attend school
until exams were held on 17 March, but they had to wear burqas.[30]




Girls' schools reopen[edit]
On 25 February, Yousafzai wrote on her blog that she and her classmates "played a lot in
class and enjoyed ourselves like we used to before".[30] Attendance at Yousafzai's class
was up to 19 of 27 pupils by 1 March, but the Taliban were still active in the area. Shelling
continued, and relief goods meant for displaced people were looted.[30] Only two days
later, Yousafzai wrote that there was a skirmish between the military and Taliban, and the
sounds of mortar shells could be heard: "People are again scared that the peace may not
last for long. Some people are saying that the peace agreement is not permanent, it is just
a break in fighting".[30]

On 9 March, Yousafzai wrote about a science paper that she performed well on, and
added that the Taliban were no longer searching vehicles as they once did. Her blog ended
on 12 March 2009.[32]

As a displaced person[edit]
See also: Second Battle of Swat
After the BBC diary ended, Yousafzai and her father were approached by New York Times
reporter Adam B. Ellick about filming a documentary.[26] In May, the Pakistani Army
moved into the region to regain control during the Second Battle of Swat. Mingora was
evacuated and Yousafzai's family was displaced and separated. Her father went to
Peshawar to protest and lobby for support, while she was sent into the countryside to live
with relatives. "I'm really bored because I have no books to read," Yousafzai is filmed
saying in the documentary.[2]

That month, after criticizing militants at a press conference, Yousafzai's father received a
death threat over the radio by a Taliban commander.[2] Yousafzai was deeply inspired in
her activism by her father. That summer, for the first time, she committed to becoming a
politician and not a doctor, as she had once aspired to be.[2]

I have a new dream ... I must be a politician to save this country. There are so many crises
in our country. I want to remove these crises.

Malala Yousafzai Class Dismissed
By early July, refugee camps were filled to capacity. The prime minister made a long-
awaited announcement saying that it was safe to return to the Swat Valley. The Pakistani
military had pushed the Taliban out of the cities and into the countryside. Yousafzai's
family reunited, and on 24 July 2009 they headed home. They made one stop first to
meet with a group of other grassroots activists that had been invited to see United States
President Barack Obama's special representative to Afghanistan and Pakistan, Richard
Holbrooke. Yousafzai pleaded with Holbrooke to intervene in the situation, saying,
"Respected ambassador, if you can help us in our education, so please help us." When her
family finally did return home, they found it had not been damaged, and her school had
sustained only light damage.[2]

Early political career and activism
I am convinced Socialism is the only answer and I urge all comrades to take this struggle to
a victorious conclusion. Only this will free us from the chains of bigotry and exploitation.

Malala Yousafzai's message to the 32nd congress of the Pakistani section of IMT[33][34]



Following the documentary, Yousafzai was interviewed on the national Pashto-language
station AVT Khyber, the Urdu-language Daily Aaj, and Canada's Toronto Star.[26] She
made a second appearance on Capital Talk on 19 August 2009.[35] Her BBC blogging
identity was being revealed in articles by December 2009.[36][37] She also began
appearing on television to publicly advocate for female education.[25]

In October 2011, Archbishop Desmond Tutu, a South African activist, nominated Yousafzai
for the International Children's Peace Prize of the Dutch international children's advocacy
group KidsRights Foundation. She was the first Pakistani girl to be nominated for the
award. The announcement said, "Malala dared to stand up for herself and other girls and
used national and international media to let the world know girls should also have the
right to go to school".[38] The award was won by Michaela Mycroft of South Africa.[39]

Her public profile rose even further when she was awarded Pakistan's first National Youth
Peace Prize two months later in December.[24][38] On 19 December 2011, Prime Minister
Yousaf Raza Gillani awarded her the National Peace Award for Youth. At the proceedings
in her honor, Yousafzai stated that she was not a member of any political party, but hoped
to found a national party of her own to promote education.[40] The prime minister
directed the authorities to set up an IT campus in the Swat Degree College for Women at
Yousafzai's request, and a secondary school was renamed in her honor.[41] By 2012,
Yousafzai was planning to organize the Malala Education Foundation, which would help
poor girls go to school.[42] In July of that year she participated in the national Marxist
Summer School, and delivered a message to the 32nd congress of the Pakistani IMT which
thanked them "for giving me a chance to speak last year at their Summer Marxist School
in Swat and also for introducing me to Marxism and Socialism."[33]

Assassination attempt
As Yousafzai became more recognized, the dangers facing her became more acute. Death
threats against her were published in newspapers and slipped under her door.[43] On
Facebook, where she was an active user, she began to receive threats and fake profiles
were created under her name.[24] When none of this worked, a Taliban spokesman says
they were "forced" to act. In a meeting held in the summer of 2012, Taliban leaders
unanimously agreed to kill her.[43]

I think of it often and imagine the scene clearly. Even if they come to kill me, I will tell
them what they are trying to do is wrong, that education is our basic right.

Malala Yousafzai envisioning a confrontation with the Taliban[24]
On 9 October 2012, a Taliban gunman shot Yousafzai as she rode home on a bus after
taking an exam in Pakistan's Swat Valley. The masked gunman shouted "Which one of you
is Malala? Speak up, otherwise I will shoot you all",[20] and, on her being identified, shot
at her. She was hit with one bullet, which went through her head, neck, and ended in her
shoulder.[44] Two other girls were also wounded in the shooting: Kainat Riaz and Shazia
Ramzan,[45] both of whom were stable enough to speak to reporters and provide details
of the attack.

Medical treatment
After the shooting, Yousafzai was airlifted to a military hospital in Peshawar, where
doctors were forced to begin operating after swelling developed in the left portion of her
brain, which had been damaged by the bullet when it passed through her head.[46] After



a three-hour operation, doctors successfully removed the bullet, which had lodged in her
shoulder near her spinal cord. The day following the attack, doctors performed a
decompressive craniectomy, in which part of the skull is removed to allow room for the
brain to swell.[47]

On 11 October 2012, a panel of Pakistani and British doctors decided to move Yousafzai to
the Armed Forces Institute of Cardiology in Rawalpindi.[47] Mumtaz Khan, a doctor, said
that she had a 70% chance of survival.[48] Interior Minister Rehman Malik said that
Yousafzai would be shifted to Germany, where she could receive the best medical
treatment, as soon as she was stable enough to travel. A team of doctors would travel
with her, and the government would bear the expenditures of her treatment.[49][50]
Doctors reduced Yousafzai's sedation on 13 October, and she moved all four limbs.[51]

Offers to treat Yousafzai came from around the world.[52] On 15 October, Yousafzai
traveled to the United Kingdom for further treatment, approved by both her doctors and
family. Her plane landed in Dubai to refuel and then continued to Birmingham, where she
was treated at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital Birmingham, one of the specialties of this
hospital being the treatment of military personnel injured in conflict.[53]

Yousafzai had come out of her coma by 17 October 2012, was responding well to
treatment, and was said to have a good chance of fully recovering without any brain
damage.[54] Later updates on 20 and 21 October stated that she was stable, but was still
battling an infection.[55] By 8 November, she was photographed sitting up in bed.[56]

On 3 January 2013, Yousafzai was discharged from the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in
Birmingham to continue her rehabilitation at her family's temporary home in the West
Midlands.[57][58] She had a five-hour operation on 2 February to reconstruct her skull
and restore her hearing, and was reported in stable condition.[59]

Since March 2013, she has been a pupil at the all-girls' Edgbaston High School in
Birmingham.[60]

Reaction

Barack Obama, Michelle Obama, and their daughter Malia meet with Malala Yousafzai in
the Oval Office, 11 October 2013
The assassination attempt received worldwide media coverage and produced an
outpouring of sympathy and anger. Protests against the shooting were held in several
Pakistani cities the day after the attack, and over 2 million people signed the Right to
Education campaign's petition, which led to ratification[61][62] of the first Right to
Education Bill in Pakistan.[7] Pakistani officials offered a 10 million rupee (US$105,000)
reward for information leading to the arrest of the attackers. Responding to concerns
about his safety, Yousafzai's father said, "We wouldn't leave our country if my daughter
survives or not. We have an ideology that advocates peace. The Taliban cannot stop all
independent voices through the force of bullets."[50]

Pakistan's president Asif Ali Zardari described the shooting as an attack on "civilized
people".[63] UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon called it a "heinous and cowardly
act".[64] U.S. President Barack Obama found the attack "reprehensible, disgusting and
tragic",[65] while Secretary of State Hillary Clinton said Yousafzai had been "very brave in



standing up for the rights of girls" and that the attackers had been "threatened by that
kind of empowerment".[66] British Foreign Secretary William Hague called the shooting
"barbaric" and that it had "shocked Pakistan and the world".[67]

American singer Madonna dedicated her song "Human Nature" to Yousafzai at a concert
in Los Angeles the day of the attack,[68] as well had a temporary Malala tattoo on her
back.[69] American actress Angelina Jolie wrote an article about explaining the event to
her children and answering questions like "Why did those men think they needed to kill
Malala?"[70] Jolie later donated $200,000 to The Malala Fund[71] for girls education.[72]
Former First Lady of the United States Laura Bush wrote an op-ed piece in The
Washington Post in which she compared Yousafzai to Holocaust diarist Anne Frank.[73]
Indian director Amjad Khan announced that he would be making a biographical film based
on Malala Yousafzai.[74]

Ehsanullah Ehsan, chief spokesman for the Pakistani Taliban, claimed responsibility for the
attack, saying that Yousafzai "is the symbol of the infidels and obscenity," adding that if
she survived, the group would target her again.[75] In the days following the attack, the
Taliban reiterated its justification, saying Yousafzai had been brainwashed by her father:
"We warned him several times to stop his daughter from using dirty language against us,
but he didn't listen and forced us to take this extreme step".[45] The Taliban also justified
its attack as part of religious scripture, stating that the Quran says that "people
propagating against Islam and Islamic forces would be killed", going on to say that "Sharia
says that even a child can be killed if he is propagating against Islam".[76]

On 12 October 2012, a group of 50 Islamic clerics in Pakistan issued a fatw a ruling of
Islamic law against the Taliban gunmen who tried to kill Yousafzai. Islamic scholars from
the Sunni Ittehad Council publicly denounced attempts by the Pakistani Taliban to mount
religious justifications for the shooting of Yousafzai and two of her classmates.[77]

Although the attack was roundly condemned in Pakistan,[78] "some fringe Pakistani
political parties and extremist outfits" have aired conspiracy theories, such as the shooting
being staged by the American Central Intelligence Agency in order to provide an excuse
for continuing drone attacks.[79] The Tehrik-i-Taliban Pakistan and some other pro-
Taliban elements branded Yousafzai as an "American spy".[80][81][82][83]

United Nations petition
On 15 October 2012, UN Special Envoy for Global Education Gordon Brown, a former
British Prime Minister, visited Yousafzai while she was in the hospital,[84] and launched a
petition in her name and "in support of what Malala fought for".[85] Using the slogan "I
am Malala", the petition's main demand was that there be no child left out of school by
2015, with the hope that "girls like Malala everywhere will soon be going to school".[86]
Brown said he would hand the petition to President Zardari in Islamabad in
November.[85]

The petition contains three demands:

We call on Pakistan to agree to a plan to deliver education for every child.
We call on all countries to outlaw discrimination against girls.
We call on international organizations to ensure the world's 61 million out-of-school
children are in education by the end of 2015.[86]



Criminal investigation[edit]
The day after the shooting, Pakistan's Interior Minister Rehman Malik stated that the
Taliban gunman who shot Yousafzai had been identified.[87] Police named 23-year-old
Atta Ullah Khan, a graduate student in chemistry, as the gunman in the attack.[88] As of
July 2013 he remains at large.[89]

The police also arrested six men for involvement in the attack, but they were later
released for lack of evidence.[89] As of 7 November 2012, Mullah Fazlullah, the cleric who
ordered the attack on Yousafzai, was confirmed to be hiding in Eastern Afghanistan by US
sources there.[90]

Capture of assassins
Director General ISPR Asim Bajwa told a media briefing in Islamabad that the 10 attackers
belong to a militant group called "Shura". Bajwa said that Israrur Rehman was the first
militant group member who was identified and apprehended by the troops. Acting upon
the information received during his interrogation, all other members of the militant group
were arrested. It was an intelligence-based joint operation conducted by ISI, police, and
military.[91][92]

Continuing activism
Traditions are not sent from heaven, they are not sent from God. It is we who make
cultures and we have the right to change it and we should change it.

Yousafzai at the Girl Summit in London[93]
Innocent victims are killed in these acts, and they lead to resentment among the Pakistani
people. If we refocus efforts on education it will make a big impact.

Yousafzai expressing her concerns to Barack Obama that drone attacks are fueling
terrorism[94]
Yousafzai spoke before the United Nations in July 2013, and met with Queen Elizabeth II in
Buckingham Palace.[95] In September she spoke at Harvard University,[95] and in October
she met with U.S. President Barack Obama and his family; during that meeting, she
confronted him on his use of drone strikes in Pakistan.[94] In July 2014 Yousafzai spoke at
the Girl Summit in London, advocating for rights for girls.[96]

Representation
Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper was the first to sign a petition requesting that
Yousafzai receive the Nobel Peace Prize.[97]

Former British Prime Minister Gordon Brown arranged for Yousafzai's appearance before
the United Nations in July 2013.[84] Brown also requested that McKinsey consultant Shiza
Shahid, a friend of the Yousafzai family, chair Malala's charity fund, which had gained the
support of Angelina Jolie.[84] Google's vice president Megan Smith also sits on the fund's
board.[97]

In November 2012 the consulting firm Edelman began work for Yousafzai on a pro bono
basis, which according to the firm "involves providing a press office function for
Malala."[84][97] The office employs five people, and is headed by speechwriter Jamie
Lundie.[97] McKinsey also continues to provide assistance to Yousafzai.[97]




Malala Day
On 12 July 2013, Yousafzai's 16th birthday, she spoke at the UN to call for worldwide
access to education. The UN dubbed the event "Malala Day".[98] It was her first public
speech since the attack,[99] leading the first ever Youth Takeover of the UN, with an
audience of over 500 young education advocates from around the world.[100]

The terrorists thought they would change my aims and stop my ambitions, but nothing
changed in my life except this: weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, power
and courage was born ... I am not against anyone, neither am I here to speak in terms of
personal revenge against the Taliban or any other terrorist group. I'm here to speak up for
the right of education for every child. I want education for the sons and daughters of the
Taliban and all terrorists and extremists.[99]

Yousafzai received several standing ovations. Ban Ki-moon, who also spoke at the session,
described her as "our hero".[98] Yousafzai also presented the chamber with "The
Education We Want",[101] a Youth Resolution of education demands written by Youth for
Youth, in a process co-ordinated by the UN Global Education First Youth Advocacy
Group,[102] telling her audience:

Malala day is not my day. Today is the day of every woman, every boy and every girl who
have raised their voice for their rights.[103]

The Pakistani government did not comment on Yousafzai's UN appearance, amid a
backlash against her in Pakistan's press and social media.[104][105]

Nobel Peace Prize
On 10 October 2014, Yousafzai was announced as the co-recipient of the 2014 Nobel
Peace Prize for her struggle against the suppression of children and young people and for
the right of all children to education. At age 17, Yousafzai is the youngest Nobel Prize
laureate.[12][13][106] Yousafzai shared the prize with Kailash Satyarthi, a children's rights
activist from India.[14] She is the second Pakistani to receive a Nobel Prize, Abdus Salam
being a 1979 Physics laureate,[107] and the only Pakistani winner of the Nobel Peace
Prize.

After she won the Nobel Peace Prize, there was praise but also some disapproval of the
decision to award it to her.[108][109] A Norwegian jurist, Fredrik Heffermehl, commented
on the winning of Malala's Nobel Prize: "This is not for fine people who have done nice
things and are glad to receive it. All of that is irrelevant. What Nobel wanted was a prize
that promoted global disarmament."[110]

Works
International Poetry Festival 2013 in Argentina
International Poetry Festival 2013 in Argentina, to honour Yousafzai
Yousafzai's memoir I Am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education and
was Shot by the Taliban, co-written with British journalist Christina Lamb, was published in
October 2013 by Little, Brown and Company in the U.S. and by Weidenfeld & Nicolson in
the U.K.[111] A reviewer for The Guardian called the book "fearless" and stated that "the
haters and conspiracy theorists would do well to read this book", though she criticized
"the stiff, know-it-all voice of a foreign correspondent" that is interwoven with
Yousafzai's.[112] A reviewer for The Washington Post called the book "riveting" and wrote



that "It is difficult to imagine a chronicle of a war more moving, apart from perhaps the
diary of Anne Frank."[113] Entertainment Weekly gave the book a "B+", writing that
"Malala's bravely eager voice can seem a little thin here, in I Am Malala, likely thanks to
her co-writer, but her powerful message remains undiluted."[114] This book is being
translated into Kannada, Tamil, Malayalam and Marathi. [115]

The All Pakistan Private Schools Federation announced that the book would be banned in
its 152,000 member institutions, stating that it disrespected Islam and could have a
"negative" influence.[116] Pakistani investigative editor Ansar Abbasi described her work
as "providing her critics something 'concrete' to prove her as an 'agent' of the West
against Islam and Pakistan".[117]


Reception in Pakistan
Reception at home has been somewhat more mixed. Dawn columnist Huma Yusuf
summarized three main complaints of Yousafzai's critics: "Her fame highlights Pakistans
most negative aspect (rampant militancy); her education campaign echoes Western
agendas; and the West's admiration of her is hypocritical because it overlooks the plight
of other innocent victims, like the casualties of U.S. drone strikes."[105] Another Dawn
journalist, Cyril Almeida, addressed the public's lack of rage against the Tehrik-i-Taliban
Pakistan (TTP), blaming the failing state government.[118] Journalist Assed Baig described
her as being used to justify Western imperialism as "the perfect candidate for the white
man to relieve his burden and save the native".[104] Yousafzai was also accused on social
media of being a CIA spy.[104]

Awards and honours
Malala Yousafzai getting the Sakharov Prize for Freedom of Thought, 20 November 2013
Malala Yousafzai receiving the Sakharov Prize for Freedom of Thought, awarded by the
European Parliament in Strasbourg to Yousafzai on 20 November 2013

Expo at Nobel Peace Center - Malala Yousafzai
Yousafzai has been awarded the following national and international honours:

2011 International Children's Peace Prize (nominee)[38]
2011 National Youth Peace Prize[24]
Sitara-e-Shujaat, Pakistan's third-highest civilian bravery award, October 2012[119]
Foreign Policy magazine top 100 global thinker, November 2012[120]
2012 Time magazine Person of the Year shortlist[121]
Mother Teresa Memorial Award for Social Justice, November 2012[122][a]
Rome Prize for Peace and Humanitarian Action, December 2012[124]
Top Name of 2012 in Annual Survey of Global English, January 2013[125]
Simone de Beauvoir Prize, January 2013[126]
Memminger Freiheitspreis 1525, March 2013[127] (conferred on 7 December 2013 in
Oxford[128])
Doughty Street Advocacy award of Index on Censorship, March 2013[129]
Fred and Anne Jarvis Award of the UK National Union of Teachers, March 2013[130]
Vital Voices Global Leadership Awards, Global Trailblazer, April 2013[131]
One of Time's "100 Most Influential People In The World", April 2013[132]
Premi Internacional Catalunya Award of Catalonia, May 2013[133]



Annual Award for Development of the OPEC Fund for International Development (OFID),
June 2013[134]
International Campaigner of the Year, 2013 Observer Ethical Awards, June 2013[135]
2012 Tipperary International Peace Award, Ireland Tipperary Peace Convention, August
2013[136]
International Childrens Peace Prize, KidsRights, 2013*137+
Portrait of Yousafzai by Jonathan Yeo displayed at National Portrait Gallery, London
(2013)[138]
Ambassador of Conscience Award from Amnesty International[139]
2013 Clinton Global Citizen Awards from Clinton Foundation[140]
Harvard Foundations Peter Gomes Humanitarian Award from Harvard University*141+
2013 Anna Politkovskaya Award Reach All Women In War
2013 Reflections of Hope Award Oklahoma City National Memorial & Museum[142]
2013 Sakharov Prize for Freedom of Thought awarded by the European Parliament
2013 honorary Master of Arts degree awarded by the University of Edinburgh[143]
2013 Pride of Britain (October)[144]
2013 Glamour magazine Woman of the Year[145]
2013 GG2 Hammer Award at GG2 Leadership Awards (November)[146]
2013 International Prize for Equality and Non-Discrimination[147]
2014 Nominee for World Children's Prize also known as Children's Nobel Prize[148]
2014 Skoll Global Treasure Award[149]
2014 Honorary Doctor of Civil Law, University of King's College, Halifax, Nova Scotia,
Canada[11]
2014 Nobel Peace Prize, shared with Kailash Satyarthi[13]





























As I walk onto the school grounds, I feel honoured to have been accepted at
such a famous school. Its my freshman year and Im enrolled in one of the best
schools western society has to offer. There is so much to learn these next couple
years, but fortunately Ive watched a lot of MTV so Ive got a little bit of a head
start. Im on my way to my first class: (And I consider myself to be very good in this
subject) economics. Its more of the selling aspectwell I might as well just tell
youmy course is titled: How To Sell A Smile. Its an entire course based on selling
the worlds hottest new product: the smile. This course promises to teach us
everything we need to know in order to be the best smile sellers in the world.
As I walk into the class, I realize I am fairly early, but it doesnt bother me
much, I have an opportunity to talk to my professor and pretend I care about what
he has to say, (though if it doesnt relate to me doing well in this course, I really
dont) so he will like me.
Class begins, and we begin to talk about how magical fake smiles really are.
They are so easy to sell. They are easiest to sell to those who are insecurewho
isnt insecure? The professor puts on one of the smiles, and shows us how happy
anyone can appear with this mask on. He hands the mask to a girl (who has been
sexually abused by her father for her whole childhoodof course everyone knows
it). Anyways, she puts the mask on and no one can tell.
The course was a huge success. Ive still got eight months of class, but Im
convinced I could sell smiles to anyone; Im literally selling happiness, and isnt fake
happiness close enough? No one needs to know how you really feel; no one really
cares.
After my economics class I make my way to my next class of the day, its a
science course (it was one of my electives and I chose it because I could be part of a
huge breakthrough). My professor is working on a cure for what our society has



deemed to be ugly. With our help he plans on eliminating the world of newborn
children who would have features, which we have deemed: ugly.
As I walk into the class I find it full of students like me on one side, and about
a dozen absolutely hideous pregnant women on the other side. They have brown
hair, brown eyes, and their skin is so dark; it disgusts me to even look at them. At
the same time, I am intrigued, how could anyone attempt to make any children that
these women could have not ugly. The professor tells us that he has been injecting
their children with a vitamin supplement. He has made the women read teenage
magazines with the most educational articles on sex positions, dating tips, and
how to articles on faking love. And then he lets the women watch rap videos and
blockbuster movies to see what actual pretty girls and handsome boys look like.
Lastly, he has been feeding the ugly women a steady diet of ice water and celery so
that the bones stick out in all the right places
As the course comes to an end, I am amazed at what science is able to do
now, and I make my way to get some lunch. Todays special is lies with a side of
fear. I turn on the news to see how the rest of the world is falling apart, and the
fear goes down so easily. Then I turn the television (built into my cafeteria table) to
a new dating show where if the guy cant have sex with an unsuspecting girl by the
end of the night, he is killed. As if it could be so hard.
After I swallow the lies, I make my way to my art class. I really need some
help, because I am not very good at art, but the teacher promises us all that we will
be able to fake love within a month. The guys of the class begin to make paper
hearts and try to pass them off to the girls on either side. The girl on my right turns
it down immediately. I guess I need to practice in order to make my next heart look
more like real love; whatever thats like. I take my time to make my next one with
great care and really pretend it means something to me. I then hand it to the girl on
my left. The girl hands me her number right back and tells me to call her tonightI
will definitely do that. Who would have thought that the professor could teach so
well, so quickly? I may be able to get exactly what I want, and not ever have to
actually love a girl in my life.



Now Im on my way to my last class of the day--and my favourite: drama. I
walk in to see this couple fighting because apparently she actually cares that he
slept with her best friend. He then finds out that she has been sleeping with his
best friend too, so they decide it is fine and walk off stage holding hands. Drama is
such a perfect course. I take the skills I have learned in drama everywhere I go; in
the mall, just last week, my girlfriend was about to break up with me because I had
slept with an old friend of mine, when I told her I loved herI didnt mean it, but
thanks to my drama training I made her hang off my every word. She forgave me
and took me right back.
I walk up on stage and watch as these two girls join me, only to begin fighting
over who gets to be with me. They begin to call each other derogatory names (like
virgin), and just before they start to hit one another, I tell them that they are both
welcome to be with me. They both love this idea, and drama class ends.
As I walk back to my dormitory room, which is of course boy/girl quarters to
avoid homosexuality, I find the girl from art class waiting for me. I think to myself
how great is it that we are all blessed with such an education, its just sad that some
people are too blind to see it for what it really is. As I crawl into bed with this girl
whose name I will never know, I whisper in her ear, this is what we all spend our
young years learning to do.














The two lovers held each other close enough to beat as one as they walked
through the field. They had escaped from Adelaides house and were looking to
escape the prying eyes of the world. They found a small opening in the tall grass,
where they decided to sit down. Brandon spoke to Adelaide and told her that, in
giving her heart to him, she had given him the world. He promised her that
somedayhe would repay the favour; he would give her the entire world.


Daniel told Cordelia that he loved her. He knew they would be torn apart
soon, and felt the weight of his love as it begged to be given to Cordelia, before his
heart never got the chance. He rushed to release his emotions as he saw the
approaching couple. Cordelia did not understand his urgency and begged Daniel to
slow down. Daniel saw the boy make eye contact with him, and then with Cordelia,
and Daniel knew that glance marked the end of Daniels world. He knew he had to
express himself as quickly as he could.
Daniel started by telling Cordelia how beautiful she was. Every time he had
tried to bring the subject up, she had always begun to talk about the weather or
another trivial matter. He now spoke without allowing for interruption. He told her
that no flower was as beautiful as she was. He told her that she deserved so much
better, and he apologized for not helping her to realize how truly magnificent she
was
Daniel then told Cordelia how much he loved her. He told her that he had
loved her his whole life. He told her it was her kindness that had kept him from
uprooting himself; her love had kept him by her side. He told Cordelia that he had
given her his heart and he asked that she would hold it close until her last moment
of life. She began to be nervous; she didnt understand why he was talking with
such paranoia; she didnt see what he saw. He told her that loving her was the only
thing Daniel had done well.
Lastly, Daniel thanked Cordelia. He told her that he was now sure that
dreams do come true, Daniel truly believed that Cordelia was a gift from heaven.
He told her that she had completed him that she had instilled in him an undeniable
ner-found passion for life. He told her that no matter what was to come, he had
lived as best as he could, he told her that he loved her with all his heart, and that
his time here, could not have been more perfectly spent.
I thought you had always wanted to see the world? Cordelia asked.
I have seen the world, every glance I steal towards your perfect beauty, is a glance
at the world, at my world: you.





Brandon kissed Adelaides cheek and told her he wanted to give her the first
part of, what was to become, her world. Brandon walked to the border of the
clearing, where it became tall grass again, and looked for the perfect one. He saw
flowers scattered across the ground of someone elses world. Each of the flowers
had a different life and a different story to tell, but no one would ever hear them.
Brandon saw flowers of all shapes, sizes, types, yet he couldnt find one that
was just right. Finally in the corner oh Brandons peripheral, a brilliant splash of
blue struck him aback. Brandon went and observed this startling flower. Strangely
enough a white daisy sat beside a blue rose. Brandon knew immediately that those
flowers were the two Daniel needed in order to begin his indentured service.
Daniel, and his world, had been killed. and would be given to Brandons world soon
enough.
Before Cordelia could act she had realized their impending fate, and simply
accepted it for what it was. She was to die, with her world in her arms. As she
slipped away she saw Daniel and she promised him she would cling to their love
until her last breath.
Brandon had placed the two flowers, among many others, in a small bouquet
to express the first installment of indebted payment to Adelaide for giving Brandon
her heart; his world.
Daniel had lost his worldand his life, in order to give Brandon his.

Youre my whole world Adelaide.
I always thought the beauty of the world could be encompassed, but I was
mistaken, When you smile, my world is enrobed in the disguise of your eyes.














She couldnt express her love for him, though she had (on many occasions) tried
her best, she could never quite make him realize. He told her that he knew, and that he
loved her just as muchif not more, but she didnt think that he really understood. She
had met him completely by chance, which can be said about any friend, at a Christmas
parade.

He was 16 and she was 17, she had always been too vain to be with someone
younger, but she wasnt there with him anyways. She was with her new fling, Brad, but
he didnt care about her at all. Brad knew that if he played his cards right he could get
what he wanted by the end of the night; Alexis knew this too.

Gabriel was at the parade because he had always gone, he went alone and he
was watching the festivities wrapped in a blanket, jacket, and a hot chocolates
warmth. Suddenly there was shouting next to him, he turned himself around in his
chair to find a girl and a boy shouting loudly; it was mostly incoherent, but it was
something about what he wanted and she wasnt ready to give. He watched as the
man pulled his truck away and left the girl crying where she was. Gabriel knew he had
to do something, the girl had come wearing only a short skirt and a tight sweater; she
had obviously planned on staying in his truck after all. He walked up to her and he gave
her his jacket, and his hot chocolate; he was left wearing only a t-shirt and jeans but he
didnt want to see her freeze either. She demanded that he took it back, that she
didnt need it, but after a short time the goose bumps prevailed and she put the jacket
on. Gabriel thought that she would like some time alone so he went back to the
parade.
After a short while she came and sat next to him, her name was Alexis; Alexis
was Gabriels favourite name. They got to talking and he realized that she wasnt as
just like everyone else as he had thought she was. He offers to give her a ride home;
she says its ok. He doesnt push her she has had her fill of boy troubles for the night.
He pulls away and she waves goodbye. It wasnt until he saw her standing there in
front of his headlights that he looked at her properly; she was an angel.
That was how the two of them met, completely by chance. She had forgotten to
give him his jacket back, and he had had his mind go blank when he looked at her and
had forgotten as well. However, Gabriel had left his wallet inside the jacket, and she
used it to call him, what was originally meant to just be a pick-up on his behalf,
became a twelve-year relationship. He still thought she was an angel, and she felt
treated like one.
Except right now she was at a loss for words, not because of another amazing
gift he has given her (just to wish her a happy Tuesday), but because he was calling
her from on his plane; it was only 8:42 in the evening, he wasnt meant to land for
another 3 hours. He had left to France to go visit his friends and was on his flight back,
and he was calling her. She picked up the phone and heard his heartwarming voice,
but something seemed very different in it. Gabriel had never really been a very angry



person; he had always been the calm one. Now his voice sounded rushed and his
thoughts seemed scattered.
She asks him whats wrong. He says he isnt sorry. She asks him what that
means, theres a large amount of yelling in the background and she has to wait a
minute to get a response. The minute seems to last an hour; she already knows what it
means. He comes back to the phone and says her name is Adelaide. Alexis vomits. She
cannot believe what she has just heard. She tries to catch her breath and puts the
phone back up to her ear. Hes still there, and he isnt crying; what has happened to
her Gabriel and who has taken his heart?
He tells her that he met Adelaide at a friends house and they had just clicked.
Alexis says that sounds stupid. He says it should. Alexis asks the only question she
really has, why had he picked this new girl? He tells Alexis that Adelaide is more
beautiful, that she is fun, that she is skinnier, that Adelaide is younger, and will follow
him to the end of the world. Alexis vomits again, fortunately at the same time as the
plane makes a lot of noise so Gabriel doesnt really notice. She tells him she might not
have went to the end of the world for him, but that that was because he was her
world. That is the last thing she ever tells him. The phone clicks with the force of a
bomb. Alexis vomits again. She is having trouble breathing, the room seems to be
spinning, she sees a picture of him, she feels his hand in hers, she feels the cold tile
floor she feels nothing.
When Alexis wakes up she is filled with rage, she destroys everything that
reminds her of Gabriel, she tries to book the next flight out, finds out that they are all
cancelled, so decides to go to her cottage instead. She fills a bag with a lot of alcohol, a
lot of magazines, a lot of his stuff (to burn later), and a lot of CDs. She doesnt want to
feel anything real. She calls her work and tells them she needs to take the rest of the
week off because someone has died, and she leaves.
Ten years later Alexis is watching A&E with her husband and their two beautiful
children, when a show comes on about tragic disasters. It reminds her of Gabriel, and
how after twelve years an unexplainable disaster tore them apart. She watches the
show as it talks about tragic train wrecks, horrible boat accidents, and finally plane
crashes. She knows all of them from the Titanic to the plane that crashed in the
Peruvian mountains. Suddenly she sees a segment on something she does not recall, a
plane that crashed in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. A plane that had been hijacked
by Basque Terrorists (who had boarded the plane at the lax Spanish airport before its
stopover in Paris) had had both its pilots killed. Alexis suddenly vomited again. The
plane had been hijacked at 8:34 on a Saturday night, 10 years ago. Alexis doesnt hear
her husband, Brad, shouting at her, she doesnt hear her children crying for their
mommy, all she hears is the show as it marches forward.
The black box revealed nothing about the terrorists real motives, however
there is a sound bite that has always puzzled investigators, Im so sorry Alexis, no one
is sure as to what it really means.
Alexis hears Gabriels voice, she sees a picture of him, she feels his hand in hers,
she feels the cold hands of Brad; she feels nothingbut love for Gabriel.




Parable of the Pencil
The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting
him into the box.
There are 5 things you need to know, he told the pencil,
Before I send you out into the world. Always remember
them and never forget, and you will become the best
pencil you can be.
One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if
you allow yourself to be held in someones hand.
Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but youll need it to become a better
pencil.
Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.
Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside.
And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the
condition, you must continue to write.
The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.
Now replacing the place of the pencil with you. Always remember them and never forget, and you will
become the best person you can be.
One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Gods hand.
And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.
Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems
in life, but youll need it to become a stronger person.
Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.
Four: The most important part of you will always be whats on the inside.
And Five: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the
situation, you must continue to do your duties.
Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only you
can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.
Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and
cannot make a change.





True Wealth
Once upon a time, there lived a very rich and wealthy man
in a big town. He had all sorts of wealth and led a
luxurious life. He had every luxury at his footstep and
could afford to feed for the entire people of his town. He
always boasted his luxurious life to his friends and
relatives.
His son was studying in a distant place and he returned
home for vacation. The rich man wanted to show off to his
son how rich his father was and how he made him very
proud. But his son wasnt ever fond of any luxurious
lifestyle. However, the rich man wanted to make his son
realize that his lifestyle was extremely rich and how the
poor people did suffer. He planned for a day visit to the
entire town to show him off the life of the poor people.
The father and the son took a chariot and visited the entire town. They returned home after two days.
The father was happy that his son was very quiet after seeing the poor people honouring the rich man
and after seeing the sufferings of the poor ones due to lack of facilities.
The rich man asked his son, Dear boy, how was the trip? Have you enjoyed it?
Yes my dad, it was a great trip with you. The son replied.
So, what did you learn from the trip? The Father asked.
The son was silent.
Finally you have realized how the poor suffer and how they actually are said the father.
No father replied the son.
He added, We have only two dogs, they have 10 dogs. We have a big pool in our garden, but they
have a massive bay without any ends! We have luxurious and expensive lights imported from various
countries, but they have countless stars lighting their nights. We have a house in a small piece of land,
but they have abundant fields that go beyond the sight. We are served by servants, but they serve
people. We are protected by huge and strong walls around our property, but they bond with each
other and surround themselves. We only buy food from them, but they are so rich to cultivate their
own food.
The rich father was stunned to hear his sons words and he was completely speechless.
Finally the son added, Dad thank you so much for showing me who is rich and who is poor and let me
understand how poor we are!
True wealth is not measured by money and property we have! It is in the friendship,
relationship and good compassion we share with the others.



The apple tree and a boy!
Very long ago, there lived a huge apple tree offering tasty apples to
the people. A little boy became close friend to the apple tree. The
boy used to play with the tree, climb the branches, sleep under the
shadow, pluck apples, etc. Every day he visited the tree, and ate
apples. The apple tree was so kind to the boy and enjoyed spending
time with the little boy.
The boy joined school and could not spend any time with the apple
tree. After several months the boy came to the apple tree. The tree
was so happy to see the boy and asked him to play with it.
The boy said that he was not a little one to play with the trees. But he had another request to t he
tree.
The tree asked what he wanted. The boy said that he needed toys to play, but his parents did not
have sufficient money to buy toys for him.
The tree replied, Dear boy, I do not have any money to buy toys for you, but you can pick the apples,
sell them, get money and buy the toys you need.
The apple tree was eagerly waiting to see the boy return. The boy went happily after plucking apples,
but never returned for several years.
The tree was so sad and it did not produce any apples thereafter.

After almost 10 years, the boy returned to the apple tree as a youngster. The apple tree immediately
recognized the boy and was happy to see him. The tree asked him to play again.
The boy said, Im sorry I dont have time to play with you as I have to work. We are building new
home and need some wood for it. Can you please help me?
The apple tree replied, Oh my dear boy, please cut my branches and get the needed quantity of
wood, as much as you want.
The boy started to cut the branches of the tree and left the place. After several years, the boy
returned as a middle aged man to the tree. The tree, which was waiting for years to see the boy, was
quite delighted.
The apple tree asked, Can you play with me now?
The boy, who is now an aged man replied, Im old now and I want to relax myself from heavy work. I
need a boat to sail to various places. Can you help me?
The apple tree replied, Oh my dear boy, I dont have a boat for you, but you can cut my trunk and
make a boat.
The man cut the trunk of the tree and made the boat. He happily sailed to various places but never
returned to the tree again, which now has only the roots!
After two decades, the boy returned to the tree as an old man.
The tree recognized him and told, Oh my dear boy, now I have nothing to give to you!
The old man said, I just need rest, just give me a place
The apple tree, Come on my dear, take rest in my roots! Good old roots are the best place to have
peace and rest!
The man smiled with tears!
This is a life story of every individual. When we are young, we need the support of the
parents. As we grow old, we ignore them and never care for them, but seek help from
parents only when we need any help! Finally, when we become parents and aged, we
understand how great the parents are! Whatever may be the condition, parents are



always ready to help their children.

The Sheep and the Goats


Matthew 25:31-46

31
When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will
sit on his throne in heavenly glory.
32
All the nations will be gathered before him,
and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep
from the goats.
33
He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.
34
Then the King will say to those on his right, Come, you who are blessed by
my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation
of the world.
35
For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty
and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in,
36
I
needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in
prison and you came to visit me.
37
Then the righteous will answer him, Lord, when did we see you hungry and
feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink?
38
When did we see you a
stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you?
39
When did we see
you sick or in prison and go to visit you?
40
The King will reply, I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the
least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.
41
Then he will say to those on his left, Depart from me, you who are cursed,
into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.
42
For I was hungry and
you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink,
43
I
was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not
clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.
44
They also will answer, Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a
stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?
45
He will reply, I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the
least of these, you did not do for me.
46
Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal
life.




















The Rich Man and Lazarus


Luke 16:19-31

19
There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in
luxury every day.
20
At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with
sores
21
and longing to eat what fell from the rich mans table. Even the dogs came
and licked his sores.
22
The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to
Abrahams side. The rich man also died and was buried.
23
In hell, where he was in
torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side.
24
So
he called to him, Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip
of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.
25
But Abraham replied, Son, remember that in your lifetime you received
your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here
and you are in agony.
26
And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has
been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone
cross over from there to us.
27
He answered, Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my fathers house,
28
for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to
this place of torment.
29
Abraham replied, They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to
them.
30
No, father Abraham, he said, but if someone from the dead goes to them,
they will repent.
31
He said to him, If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will
not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.




























The Shrewd Manager


Luke 16:1-8

1
Jesus told his disciples: There was a rich man whose manager was accused of
wasting his possessions.
2
So he called him in and asked him, What is this I hear
about you? Give an account of your management, because you cannot be manager
any longer.
3
The manager said to himself, What shall I do now? My master is taking
away my job. Im not strong enough to dig, and Im ashamed to beg
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I know
what Ill do so that, when I lose my job here, people will welcome me into their
houses.
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So he called in each one of his masters debtors. He asked the first, How
much do you owe my master?
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Eight hundred gallons of olive oil, he replied.
The manager told him, Take your bill, sit down quickly, and make it four
hundred.
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Then he asked the second, And how much do you owe?
A thousand bushels of wheat, he replied.
He told him, Take your bill and make it eight hundred.
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The master commended the dishonest manager because he had acted
shrewdly. For the people of this world are more shrewd in dealing with their own
kind than are the people of the light.
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I tell you, use worldly wealth to gain friends
for yourselves, so that when it is gone, you will be welcomed into eternal
dwellings.






















Over the past few generations, moral and family values have greatly
decreased. As kids Filipino Values: I See, I Act, I Advocate!
Posted on Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Frances Gabrielle C. Reyes
Misamis Occidental National High School

Make haste Filipinos all over the word. Move fast. The time is now that we have to
rediscover our Filipino values. Together let us see, act, and advocate!

Filipino values - what are these? What do these stand for? How do these affect us - as an
individual, a society, and as a nation?

As defined, Filipino values are the set of values that majority of us Filipinos held important
and valuable in our lives. Our Filipino values are an aggregate whole based on ideologies,
moral codes, ethical practices, moral and personal values that are advocated, much less,
dictated by the society.

Although, these values differ from one individual to another due to differences in religion
and upbringing, among others, Filipino values are rooted primarily on personal alliance
like kinship, obligation, friendship, and religion.

However, these so-called Filipino values are not exclusively and uniquely our own. These
are mixed values instilled to us by the different nations that used to colonize us. Added to
that fact is the thrust of every nation in moving towards globalization. These two factors
affected our own values with that of the values of other nation. We refer to this model as
an exogenous or the foreign one. These are the values we inherit from Western culture.

In retrospect, it may be hard to rediscover our Filipino values but it is a must that we have
to do it. In doing so, we have to reflect in our lives and these serve as basis on how well
we comprehend ourselves being a Filipino.

Amidst the new generation, we should muse over and foster the prudence of our past.
Through the years, our forefathers brought not only stupendous but also remarkable



values in which it was embodied by our ancestors and was passed on to the next
succeeding generations. It was instilled in every Filipino hearts that our unparalleled
values serve as the persons basic foundation, an aforethought of ourselves and an
indelible mark of our true born identity.



I see! There is a very common clich that goes, to see is to believe. This implies that
when one sees a possibility exists then knowledge is formed. It is on this note that I
encourage all of us to look around and look deep. Let us open our eyes on the
possibilities around us that will remind us of who we are as Filipinos. Seeing does not only
entail looking but one can only see rightly if s/he sees with his/her heart. Let us look
deeper into the hearts of every Filipino. Let us rediscover our essence as one people, one
nation. Our unity is the key for us to be able to look at the bigger picture and for us to
have a better view.

I act! Having seen the bigger and better picture, these will help us put these truths into
action. It is not only empirical that we see, it is also a must that we do something about it.
Addressing it is living up to the values that we have rediscovered as truly Filipino. It is a
lifestyle that one must conscientiously do and live out in their lives. It should be observed
in the way we speak, think, and act. It is through doing what one learned about his/her
Filipino values that s/he can understand and comprehend what it means to be a Filipino.

I advocate! Advocacy comes in many forms. It depends largely on what aspect in the
society you want to change and transform. In the case of rediscovering Filipino values, to
be an advocate does not necessarily imply that you will bring these advocacies in the
streets. Advocacy need not be as complicated or sophisticated as it seems to be. As
people seeing you live out your life equipped with these Filipino values makes you an
advocate already. It is far more effective when people see that you walk your talk.

In conclusion, rediscovering our Filipino values plays a very important part in our journey
as one people and nation. These values, if rediscovered, will bring out the best in each
one of us and will also imbibe in us the spirit of unity. These are vital in achieving the
dreams we have for our country. I then, challenge all of us here to...

Make haste Filipinos all over the word. Move fast. The time is now that we have to
rediscover our Filipino values. Together let us see, act, and advocate!





Values in Life
by Rudyard Kipling

According to the ancient and laudable custom of the schools, I, as one of your wandering
scholars returned, have been instructed to speak to you. The only penalty youth must pay
for its enviable privileges is that of listening to people known, alas, to be older and alleged
to be wiser. On such occasions youth feigns an air of polite interest and reverence, while
age tries to look virtuous. Which pretences sit uneasily on both of them.
On such occasions very little truth is spoken. I will try not to depart from the convention. I
will not tell you how the sins of youth are due very largely to its virtues; how its arrogance
is very often the result of its innate shyness; how its brutality is the outcome of its natural
virginity of spirit. These things are true, but your preceptors might object to such texts
without the proper notes and emendations. But I can try to speak to you more or less
truthfully on certain matters to which you may give the attention and belief proper to your
years.
When, to use a detestable phrase, you go out into "the battle of life," you will be
confronted by an organized conspiracy which will try to make you believe that the world is
governed by the idea of wealth for wealth's sake, and that all means which lead to the
acquisition of that wealth are, if not laudable, at least expedient. Those of you who have
fitly imbibed the spirit of our university--and it was not a materialistic university which
trained a scholar to take both the Craven and the Ireland in England--will violently resent
that thought, but you will live and eat and move and have your being in a world
dominated by that thought. Some of you will probably succumb to the poison of it.
Now, I do not ask you not to be carried away by the first rush of the great game of life.
That is expecting you to be more than human. But I do ask you, after the first heat of the
game, that you draw breath and watch your fellows for a while. Sooner or later, you will
see some man to whom the idea of wealth as mere wealth does not appeal, whom the
methods of amassing that wealth do not interest, and who will not accept money if you
offer it to him at a certain price.
At first you will be inclined to laugh at this man, and to think that he is not "smart" in his
ideas. I suggest that you watch him closely, for he will presently demonstrate to you that
money dominates everybody except the man who does not want money. You may meet
that man on your farm, in your village, or in your legislature. But be sure that, whenever
or wherever you meet him, as soon as it comes to a direct issue between you, his little
finger will be thicker than your loins. You will go in fear of him; he will not go in fear of
you. You will do what he wants; he will not do what you want. You will find that you have



no weapon in your armory with which you can attack him, no argument with which you
can appeal to him. Whatever you gain, he will gain more.
I would like you to study that man. I would like you better to be that man, because from
the lower point of view it doesn't pay to be obsessed by the desire of wealth for wealth's
sake. If more wealth is necessary to you, for purposes not your own, use your left hand to
acquire it, but keep your right for your proper work in life. If you employ both arms in that
game, you will be in danger of stooping, in danger also of losing your soul. But in spite of
everything you may succeed, you may be successful, you may acquire enormous wealth. In
which case I warn you that you stand in grave danger of being spoken and written of and
pointed out as "a smart man." And that is one of the most terrible calamities that can
overtake a sane, civilized white man in our Empire today.
They say youth is the season of hope, ambition, and uplift--that the last word youth needs
is an exhortation to be cheerful. Some of you here know--and I remember--that youth can
be a season of great depression, despondencies, doubts, and waverings, the worse because
they seem to be peculiar to ourselves and incommunicable to our fellows. There is a
certain darkness into which the soul of the young man sometimes descends--a horror of
desolation, abandonment, and realized worthlessness, which is one of the most real of the
hells in which we are compelled to walk.
I know of what I speak. This is due to a variety of causes, the chief of which is the egotism
of the human animal itself. But I can tell you for your comfort that the chief cure for it is to
interest yourself, to lose yourself in some issue not personal to yourself--in another man's
trouble or, preferably, another man's joy. But, if the dark hour does not vanish, as
sometimes it doesn't, if the black cloud will not lift, as sometimes it will not, let me tell you
again for your comfort that there are many liars in the world, but there are no liars like
our own sensations. The despair and the horror mean nothing, because there is for you
nothing irremediable, nothing ineffaceable, nothing irrecoverable in anything you may
have said or thought or done. If, for any reason, you cannot believe or have not been
taught to believe in the infinite mercy of Heaven, which has made us all, and will take care
we do not go far astray, at least believe that you are not yet sufficiently important to be
taken too seriously by the Powers above us or beneath us. In other words, take anything
and everything seriously except yourselves.
I regret that I noticed certain signs of irreverent laughter when I alluded to the word
"smartness." I have no message to deliver, but, if I had a message to deliver to a University
which I love, to the young men who have the future of their country to mould, I would say
with all the force at my command, Do not be "smart." If I were not a doctor of this
University with a deep interest in its discipline, and if I did not hold the strongest views on
that reprehensible form of amusement known as "rushing," I would say that, whenever
and wherever you find one of your dear little playmates showing signs of smartness in his
work, his talk, or his play, take him tenderly by the hand--by both hands, by the back of
the neck if necessary--and lovingly, playfully, but firmly, lead him to a knowledge of
higher and more interesting things.




Title of Article: Guides for Happy, Healthy Teaching

Writer: Reference: The 1991Educators Diary

Place/Year of Publication: Reprinted from Phoenix Publishing Houses

Area: Teachers Personality and Priviledges


Key
Points
Why do you feel this is helpful in
teaching?
In what learning
situation(s)
is this
applicable?
* Teachers need the
opportunity to assume
new responsibilities and
authority.
* Teachers should be
provided confidential
diagnoses,
counselling/training/
Conditioning and referral
services to help them deal
with physical and emotional
exhaustion.
* Classroom teachers also
must be encouraged to
discuss areas of concern, to
share lesson plans, to
produce materials for one
another, to schedule days
when they trade effective
lessons and instructional
technology regularly.
This article discusses things teacher
should do as they continue their
passion. They are on the frontline.
If they are not fit to cope with
the never-ending, ever-changing
series of loads and burdens they
face moment to moment, they will
not provide the quality teaching
and
learning experience expected from
them. They will not be
the great teacher they
aspired to be when they
entered the profession. I also
read that according to the
Health and Safety Executive,
teaching is among the top five
occupations affected by work-
related stress, with 70% of teachers
and lecturers saying their health has
suffered because of their job.
Quality teaching is the result of
having an underlying structure that
supports both the learner and the
teacher. Both students
and teachers need to be
supported, fit and well to be
inspired and inspiring.
Stress weakens the
immune system. Low
immune system means
sickness. Sickness leads to
teacher absence.
Teacher absence means
students attention
diversity. Higher teacher
Absenteeism leads to
lower student
performance. Teacher
absence generates extra
workload for colleagues, a
disrupted curriculum and
inadequate learning.











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Hands
By Sherwood Anderson
UPON THE HALF decayed veranda of a small frame house that stood near the edge of a
ravine near the town of Winesburg, Ohio, a fat little old man walked nervously up and
down. Across a long field that had been seeded for clover but that had produced only a
dense crop of yellow mustard weeds, he could see the public highway along which went
a wagon filled with berry pickers returning from the fields. The berry pickers, youths and
maidens, laughed and shouted boisterously. A boy clad in a blue shirt leaped from the
wagon and attempted to drag after him one of the maidens, who screamed and
protested shrilly. The feet of the boy in the road kicked up a cloud of dust that floated
across the face of the departing sun. Over the long field came a thin girlish voice. Oh,
you Wing Biddlebaum, comb your hair, it's falling into your eyes, commanded the voice
to the man, who was bald and whose nervous little hands fiddled about the bare white
forehead as though arranging a mass of tangled locks.
Wing Biddlebaum, forever frightened and beset by a ghostly band of doubts, did not
think of himself as in any way a part of the life of the town where he had lived for
twenty years. Among all the people of Winesburg but one had come close to him. With
George Willard, son of Tom Willard, the proprietor of the New Willard House, he had
formed something like a friendship. George Willard was the reporter on the Winesburg
Eagle and sometimes in the evenings he walked out along the highway to Wing
Biddlebaum's house. Now as the old
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man walked up and down on the veranda, his hands moving nervously about, he was
hoping that George Willard would come and spend the evening with him. After the
wagon containing the berry pickers had passed, he went across the field through the tall
mustard weeds and climbing a rail fence peered anxiously along the road to the town.
For a moment he stood thus, rubbing his hands together and looking up and down the
road, and then, fear overcoming him, ran back to walk again upon the porch on his own
house.
In the presence of George Willard, Wing Biddlebaum, who for twenty years had been
the town mystery, lost something of his timidity, and his shadowy personality,
submerged in a sea of doubts, came forth to look at
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the world. With the young reporter at his side, he ventured in the light of day into Main
Street or strode up and down on the rickety front porch of his own house, talking
excitedly. The voice that had been low and
trembling became shrill and loud. The bent figure straightened. With a kind of wriggle,
like a fish returned to the brook by the fisherman, Biddlebaum the silent began to talk,
striving to put into words the ideas that had been accumulated by his mind during long
years of silence.
Wing Biddlebaum talked much with his hands. The slender expressive fingers, forever
active, forever striving to conceal themselves in his pockets or behind his back, came
forth and became the piston rods of his machinery of expression.
The story of Wing Biddlebaum is a story of hands. Their restless activity, like unto the
beating of the wings of an imprisoned bird, had given him his name. Some obscure poet
of the town had thought of it. The hands alarmed their owner. He wanted to keep them
hidden away and looked with amazement at the quiet inexpressive hands of other men
who worked beside him in the fields, or passed, driving sleepy teams on country roads.
When he talked to George Willard, Wing Biddlebaum closed his fists and beat with them
upon a table or on the walls of his house. The action made him more comfortable. If the
desire to talk came to him when the two were walking in the fields, he sought out a
stump or the top board of a fence and with his hands pounding busily talked with
renewed ease.
The story of Wing Biddlebaum's hands is worth a book in itself. Sympathetically set forth
it would tap many strange, beautiful qualities in obscure men. It is a job for a poet. In
Winesburg the hands had attracted attention merely because of their activity. With
them Wing Biddlebaum had picked as high as a hundred and
forty quarts of strawberries in a day. They became his distinguishing feature, the source
of his fame. Also they made more grotesque an already grotesque and elusive
individuality. Winesburg was proud of the hands of Wing Biddlebaum in the same spirit
in which it was proud of Banker White's new stone house and Wesley Moyer's bay
stallion, Tony Tip, that had won the two-fifteen trot at the fall races in Cleveland.
As for George Willard, he had many times wanted to ask about the hands. At times an
almost overwhelming curiosity had taken hold of him. He felt that there must be a
reason for their strange activity and their inclination to keep hidden away and only a
growing respect for Wing Biddlebaum kept him from blurting out the questions that
were often in his mind.
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Once he had been on the point of asking. The two were walking in the fields on a
summer afternoon and had stopped to sit upon a grassy bank. All afternoon Wing
Biddlebaum had talked as one inspired. By a fence he had stopped and beating like a
giant woodpecker upon the top board had shouted at George Willard, condemning his
tendency to be too much influenced by the people about him, You are destroying
yourself, he cried. You have the inclination to be alone and to dream and you are
afraid of dreams. You want to be like others in town here. You hear them talk and you
try to imitate them.
On the grassy bank Wing Biddlebaum had tried again to drive his point home. His voice
became soft and reminiscent, and with a sigh of contentment he launched into a long
rambling talk, speaking as one lost in a dream.
Out of the dream Wing Biddlebaum made a picture for George Willard. In the picture
men lived again in a kind of pastoral golden age. Across a green open country came
clean-limbed young men, some afoot, some mounted upon horses. In crowds the young
men came to gather about the feet of an old man who sat beneath a tree in a tiny
garden and who talked to them.
Wing Biddlebaum became wholly inspired. For once he forgot the hands. Slowly they
stole forth and lay upon George Willard's shoulders. Something new and bold came into
the voice that talked. You must try to forget all you have learned, said the old man.
You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your
ears to the roaring of the voices.
Pausing in his speech, Wing Biddlebaum looked long and earnestly at George Willard.
His eyes glowed. Again he raised the hands to caress the boy and then a look of horror
swept over his face.
With a convulsive movement of his body, Wing Biddlebaum sprang to his feet and thrust
his hands deep into his trousers pockets. Tears came to his eyes. I must be getting along
home. I can talk no more with you, he said nervously.
Without looking back, the old man had hurried down the hillside and across a meadow,
leaving George Willard perplexed and frightened upon the grassy slope. With a shiver of
dread the boy arose and went along the road toward town. I'll not ask him about his
hands, he thought, touched by the memory of the terror he had seen in the man's eyes.
There's something wrong, but I don't want to know what it is. His hands have
something to do with his fear of me and of everyone.
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And George Willard was right. Let us look briefly into the story of the hands. Perhaps our
talking of them will arouse the poet who will tell the hidden wonder story of the
influence for which the hands were but fluttering pennants of promise.
In his youth Wing Biddlebaum had been a school teacher in a town in Pennsylvania. He
was not then known as Wing Biddlebaum, but went by the less euphonic name of
Adolph Myers. As Adolph Myers he was much loved by the boys of his school.
Adolph Myers was meant by nature to be a teacher of youth. He was one of those rare,
little understood men who rule by a power so gentle that it passes as a lovable
weakness. In their feeling for the boys under their charge such men are not unlike the
finer sort of women in their love of men.
And yet that is but crudely stated. It needs the poet there. With the boys of his school,
Adolph Myers had walked in the evening or had sat talking until dusk upon the
schoolhouse steps lost in a kind of dream. Here and there went his hands, caressing the
shoulders of the boys, playing about the tousled heads. As he talked his voice became
soft and musical. There was a caress in that also. In a way the voice and the hands, the
stroking of the shoulders and the touching of the hair were a part of the schoolmaster's
effort to carry a dream into the young minds. By the caress that was in his fingers, he
expressed himself. He was one of those men in whom the force that creates life is
diffused, not centralized. Under the caress of his hands, doubt and disbelief went out of
the minds of the boys and they began also to dream.
And then the tragedy. A half-witted boy of the school became enamored of the young
master. In his bed at night he imagined unspeakable things and in the morning went
forth to tell his dreams as facts. Strange, hideous accusations fell from his loose-hung
lips. Through the Pennsylvania town went a shiver. Hidden, shadowy doubts that had
been in men's minds concerning Adolph Myers were galvanized into beliefs.
The tragedy did not linger. Trembling lads were jerked out of bed and questioned. He
put his arms about me, said one. His fingers were always playing in my hair, said
another.
One afternoon a man of the town, Henry Bradford, who kept a saloon, came to the
schoolhouse door. Calling Adolph Myers into the school yard, he began to beat him with
his fists. As his hard knuckles beat down into the frightened face of the schoolmaster, his
wrath became more and more terrible. Screaming with dismay, the children ran here
and there like disturbed insects. I'll teach you to put your hands on my boy, you beast,
roared the saloon keeper, who, tired of beating the master, had begun to kick him about
the yard.
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Adolph Myers was driven from the Pennsylvania town in the night. With lanterns in their
hands a dozen men came to the door of the house where he lived alone and
commanded that he dress and come forth. It was raining and one of the men had a rope
in his hands. They had intended to hang the schoolmaster, but something in his figure,
so small, white, and pitiful, touched their hearts and they let him escape. As he ran away
into the darkness, they repented of their weakness and ran after him, swearing and
throwing sticks and great balls of soft mud at the figure that screamed and ran faster
and faster into the darkness.
For twenty years Adolph Myers had lived alone in Winesburg. He was but forty but
looked sixty-five. The name of Biddlebaum he got from a box of goods seen at a freight
station as he hurried through an eastern Ohio town. He had an aunt in Winesburg, a
black-toothed old woman who raised chickens, and with her he lived until she died. He
had been ill for a year after the experience in Pennsylvania, and after his recovery
worked as a day laborer in the fields, going timidly about and striving to conceal his
hands. Although he did not understand what had happened, he felt that the hands must
be to blame. Again and again the fathers of the boys had talked of the hands. Keep
your hands to yourself, the saloon keeper had roared, dancing with fury in the
schoolhouse yard.
Upon the veranda of his house by the ravine, Wing Biddlebaum continued to walk up
and down until the sun had disappeared and the road beyond the field was lost in the
grey shadows. Going into his house he cut slices of bread and spread honey upon them.
When the rumble of the evening train that took away the express cars loaded with the
day's harvest of berries had passed and restored the silence of the summer night, he
went
again to walk upon the veranda. In the darkness he could not see the hands and they
became quiet. Although he still hungered for the presence of the boy, who was the
medium through which he expressed his love of man, the hunger became again a part of
his loneliness and his waiting. Lighting a lamp, Wing Biddlebaum washed the few dishes
soiled by his simple meal and, setting up a folding cot by the screen door that led to the
porch, prepared to undress for the night. A few stray white bread crumbs lay on the
cleanly washed floor by the table; putting the lamp upon a low stool he began to pick up
the crumbs, carrying them to his mouth one by one with unbelievable rapidity. In the
dense blotch of light beneath the table, the kneeling figure looked like a priest engaged
in some service of his church. The nervous expressive fingers, flashing in and out of the
light, might well have been mistaken for the fingers of the devotee going swiftly through
decade after decade of his rosary.

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PROVERBS


1.) The humble-hearted is sure-stepped.
(Hawaiian)

2.) The door of success is marked push and pull.
(Yiddish)

3.) Cherish what you have and struggle for better.
(Greek)

4.) Great necessities call out great virtues.
American)

5.) Tear off the curtain of doubt by questions.
Egyptian)

6.) Treat your days well and they will treat you well.
(African-Bemba)

7.) The stars make no noise.
(Irish)

8.) The end of the journey is reached by moving ahead.
(African-Ovambo)

9.) Punctuality is the soul of business.
(English)

10.) Associate with the good and you will be one of them.
(Italian)
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Moral values, and a culture and a religion, maintaining these values are far
better than laws and regulations.
Swami Sivananda
Religion, Far, Culture
The individual makes a clear effort to define moral values and principles that
have validity and application apart from the authority of the groups of
persons holding them and apart from the individual's own identification with
the group.
Lawrence Kohlberg
Makes, Moral, Individual
We are all born as empty vessels which can be shaped by moral values.
Jerry Springer
Born, Moral, Values
All our relationships are person-to-person. They involve people seeing,
hearing, touching, and speaking to each other; they involve sharing goods;
and they involve moral values like generosity and compassion.
Brendan Myers
Moral, Compassion, Each
The moral values I've learnt in my life I've learnt through football.
Arsene Wenger
I will use whatever position I have in order to root out hypocrisy. Democrats
have strong moral values. Frankly, my moral values are offended by some of
the things I hear on programs like 'Rush Limbaugh,' and we don't have to put
up with that.
Howard Dean
Strong, Whatever, Order
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The good thing about my parents is that they never forced moral values on
us. If I did something wrong, we would get pulled up, and I used to get locked
up in a dark room or in the bathroom with the lights off, but my mother
treated me like a friend. My dad's relationship with us was based on his
father's relationship with him... a little orthodox.
Ranbir Kapoor
Good, Dad, Mother
The moral values, ethical codes and laws that guide our choices in normal
times are, if anything, even more important to help us navigate the confusing
and disorienting time of a disaster.
Sheri Fink
Time, Help, Times
For me, human rights simply endorse a view of life and a set of moral values
that are perfectly clear to an eight-year-old child. A child knows what is fair
and isn't fair, and justice derives from that knowledge.
Tom Stoppard
Life, Knowledge, Justice
I am extraordinarily lucky, I was born in a family of strong moral values, and
in my life I was able to do what I liked best: debuts, great theatres, but above
all, inner and deep satisfaction.
Jose Carreras





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Moral Dilemmas


The Baby or The Townspeople

Enemy soldiers have taken over Janes village. They have orders to kill all
remaining civilians over the age of two. Jane and some of the townspeople
have sought refuge in two rooms of the cellar of a large house. Outside Jane
hears the voices of soldiers who have come to search the house for valuables.
Janes baby begins to cry loudly in the other room.

His crying will summon the attention of the soldiers who will spare Janes
babys life, but will kill Jane and the others hiding in both rooms.

If Jane turns on the noisy furnace to block the sound, the other room will
become uncomfortably hot for adults and children, but deadly for infants.

To save her and the others Jane must activate the furnace, which will kill her
baby.

Should Jane overheat her baby in order to save herself and the other
townspeople?

The Overloaded Lifeboat

Doug is on a cruise ship when there is a fire on board, and the ship has to be
abandoned. The lifeboats are carrying many more people than they were
designed to carry. The lifeboat hes in is sitting dangerously low in the water
a few inches lower and it will sink.

The seas start to get rough, and the boat begins to fill with water. A group of
old people are in the water and ask Doug to throw them a rope so they can
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come aboard the lifeboat. It seems to Doug that the boat will sink if it takes
on any more passengers.

Should Doug refuse to throw the rope in order to save himself and the other
lifeboat passengers?



The Hospital Ventilation

Carrie is a doctor working in a hospital. Due to an accident in the building
next door, there are deadly fumes rising up through the hospitals ventilation
system. In a certain room of the hospital are four of her patients. In another
room there is one of her patients. If she does nothing the fumes will rise up
into the room containing the four patients and cause their deaths.

The only way to avoid the deaths of these patients is to hit a switch that will
cause the fumes to bypass the room containing the four patients. As a result
of doing this, the fumes will enter the room containing the single patient
(against her will). If she does this, the woman will die, but the other four
patients will live.

Should Carrie hit the switch in order to save four of her patients?











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The Papaya and Guava Incident and Other Matters

To: Dr. Rolando M.G. Gestuvo and Board of Trustee Members of the Christian Society
for the PREVENTION OF BLINDNESS and REHABILITATION OF THE BLIND,
INC.

October 24, 2009 morning I was at the school. ..preparing for the board of trustees
meeting.

I heard the children riding the swings and I noticed the eekeeekeeek of metal against
metal as the swings loaded with blind children went to and fro.

I asked Rene, the guard if he had been lubricating the bearings and the points of contact
of the swing. He told me that Francis does it and he sometimes helped. I asked him if
the grease I bought for the purpose had been consumed, and he said, they still have
grease.

I told Rene that the sound indicated metal rubbing against metal and I asked him to re-
lubricate the swings again.

Then I noticed at the back of the kitchen that four blind children were following
Boy Villarino who was holding something white. Upon closer look I saw that he was
holding papaya fruit that he had finished peeling. He was bringing it to the sink for
washing and slicing so the children could eat. Then Boy Villarino sliced it. I could see
that the fruit was unripe for only a very small portion at the tip was colored.


eat.
He was telling the boys to leave some of the papaya so the smaller children could
The children that morning did not have snacks since it was a Saturday.

When Myrna Timbal came around I asked her if the children had snacks on
Saturdays. Not all the time, she answered. They just had their breakfast and they
have no appetite.

Three years ago during a Chinese New Year I saw blind children climbing the
guava tree at the back of the kitchen looking, rather groping for guavas.

I wish other members of the Christian Society were around to see the actual
happenings in the school. As of October 23 weeds were sprouting, the mangosteens
planted in front of the school were being choked with weeds and were in the process of
dying.

I told Welmo when he came that I would like Boy Villarino to attend to the
mangosteen and the cinnamon tree planted in the ground. I asked Boy Villarino what
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was needed to revive the trees and he said fertilizer complete fertilizer. I told him I will
buy the fertilizer needed when I go downtown.

This is what I saw at the school.
Now for other matters:
I strongly condemn the following:
1. Paying the salary of Dr. Gestuvos private secretary in his clinic doing work for
Dr. Gestuvo.
2. The following monthly expenses:
a. the P7,500 representation allowance for Dr. Gestuvo
b. the P4,500 representation allowance given to the Vice Chairman
c. the P4,500 representation allowance given to the Secretary-Treasurer

If these amounts need to be given, then they must be liquidated by
showing receipts for expenses directly related to the Prevention of Blindness and
Rehabilitation of the Blind.

I believe in the statement: Service Rendered, Service Paid. Can the
individuals receiving the amounts mentioned justify the Prevention of Blindness
and Rehabilitation of the Blind activities they have done monthly?

Getting part of the donations intended for the blind for themselves is a
highly anomalous practice.

While the blind children are scrounging around for food, hungry because
they have no snacks the Board of Trustees are helping themselves to the donations
that in the first place was not intended for them.



Why is the Christian Society stagnant and shrinking during the 30 years
term of Dr. Rolando Gestuvo? I will answer the question because I have gone
around to talk with those who are inactive and those who resigned.

There are members who refuse to legitimize Dr. Gestuvos leech like
sucking anomalous practice of paying his private secretary with
donations
There are members who do not like to join the blind receiving the
German donation. I can give that myself, one commented.
The members Dr. Gestuvo recruited are those who are beholden to
him, but not to the organization. They are there during the general
assembly to perpetuate Gestuvo in power. Afterwards they are gone.
There are members who derisively say Dr. Gestuvo wants
to dip his fingers into donations for the blind, now he is
getting blindkarmais getting to him.

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I tried to do this quietly with the SIR (Smoothe Interpersonal
Relationship) Asian culture. The entry into the PCNC , the letter asking why
Lucia Saligumba and Mr. Jose Babael were inadequate to meet the needs of the
CSPBRBI.
I introduced the concept of volunteerism.I told stories of my
experiences in the school with the hungry children. Apparently these had no
effect on the mind of Dr. Gestuo, a man who is bent on profiting from donations
for the blind.

For what else can you say of Dr. Rolando M.G. Gestuvo who gets his full
time private secretary working in his clinic paid with donations for the blind?
What else can you say of a man who allocates excess solicited funds for school
projects for his own and his cohorts benefit?




A Lesson From a Mad Hatter
One of the first steps to accomplishing great things in your life is to cease
dwelling on the negative things in your past. Carefully assess your present
strengths, successes, and achievements. Dwell on those positive events in your
life, and quit limiting your potential by constantly thinking about what you
have done poorly. Alice and the Mad Hatter inWonderland had a conversation
that illustrates this concept:
Alice: Where I come from, people study what they are not good at in order to
be able to do what they are good at.
Mad Hatter: We only go around in circles in Wonderland, but we always end
up where we started. Would you mind explaining yourself?
Alice: Well, grown-ups tell us to find out what we did wrong, and never do it
again
Mad Hatter: That's odd! It seems to me that in order to find out about
something, you have to study it. And when you study it, you should become
better at it. Why should you want to become better at something and then
never do it again? But please continue.
Alice: Nobody ever tells us to study the right things we do. We're only
supposed to learn from the wrong things. But we are permitted to study the
right things other people do. And sometimes we're even told to copy them.
Mad Hatter: That's cheating!
Alice: You're quite right, Mr. Hatter. I do live in a topsy-turvy world. It seems
like I have to do something wrong first, in order to learn from what not to do.
And then, by not doing what I'm not supposed to do, perhaps I'll be right. But
I'd rather be right the first time, wouldn't you?













Case: 2 choosing your battles

Concepts related to case areConflict, interactionist view of conflict(functional,
dysfunctional)
Negation, two general approaches(distributive bargaining, integrative bargaining)

Summary:

Conflicts has two outcomes that is it either can increase or decrease group
performance. However we learned that little conflict is necessary to maintain healthy
completion. There are some situations where too little conflict can also be problem
especially in case where creative job involved.

Conditions must be favorable for productive conflict. Individuals must be free in
bringing issues and they should have assurance that they will not held against them. If
they have fear that that they say going to be held against them then they may be
reluctant to speak. According to expert opinion effective conflicts have three
characteristics





While pick a fight manager should ensure that stakes are sufficient to actually create
a conflict. Second, focus on future and how to resolve conflict. Third tie the conflict to
fundamental values. Instead of concentrating on win-lose situation, encourage win-
win situation.

Facts

Too little conflict can also be a problem
Conditions must be right for productive conflict
While creating a conflict manager should see that stakes are sufficient to
actually warrant disruption

Questions :

1. How would you ensure sufficient discussion of contentious issues in a work group?
How can managers bring unspoken conflicts into the open without making them
worse?

Answer : We have to create friendly environment , so that everyone must feel free to
bring up the issues , if people have fear that there sayings would be used against them



then may be reluctant to speak in order to avoid this situation we have to made
them comfort and assure that they are feeling psychologically safe to bring their
issues. If a friendly environment is created automatically employees can bring up their
issues freely so we can have sufficient discussion on that issues. However may the
situation they are still unspoken conflicts some conflicts can be bring in to notice by
close observation or involving with group.

2. How can negotiations utilize conflict management strategies to their advantage so
that differences in interests lead not to dysfunctional conflicts but rather to positive
integrative solutions?

Answer: Basically they are two approaches in negations one is distributive and other
one is integrative. Distributive is a win-lose situation where as integrative is win- win
situation case. In integrative situation both the parties work and contribute to each
other. Because of conflicts it will result in creative ideas and both of them see pro and
cons of outcome and shared among them(negation) so that they can come with better
idea or alternative(functions conflict).If conflicts are used such that it created a
healthy completion which will result in a better outcomes as there both the parties
themselves will try to give best of them so that as a whole it will result a better
outcome and both of them can benefit them(win-win situation). So instead of
negative outcome positive outcome is resulted

3. Can you think of situations in your own life in which silence has worsened a conflict
between parties? What might have been done differently to ensure that open
communication facilitated collaboration instead

Answer : yes there are situations where silence has worsened the conflict between
parties . Ego will be reason for silence. I have a friend whom I used to talk daily due to
exams I could not call him for 7 days later I have time and I want call him but first
thought came in to my mind why he did not call these 7 days If I am not calling he can
call know ? thats the question I got and I too did not call then it created gap between
us. So the gap has widened day by day due to silence. Instead of being silent I would
have break the silence then there is no problem at all.

Similarly in other I was silent when two of my friends fighting for stupid issue I did not
bother much as I thought It was a small issue both of them stopped talking each other
of that small fight instead of being silent I would have stopped them at that point
itself it would have been better .









TABLE OF CONTENTS



I. TITLE PAGE
II. VALUES
III. BIOGRAPHIES
IV. STORIES
V. PARABLES
VI. ESSAYS
VII. ARTICLES
VIII. CLASSICS
IX. NEWSPAPERS
X. PROVERBS
XI. QUOTATIONS
XII. VALUE/MORAL DILEMMA
XIII. SCHOOL INCIDENCE
XIV. ANECDOTE
XV. CONFLICT















Alfelor Sr. Memorial College
Del Gallego, Camarines Sur








In Partial fulfillment of the requirements in Value Ed.




BY:

LUZ JOAN S. MOTA
Student

TO:

MACARIA C. EVANGELISTA
Instructor




Alfelor Sr. Memorial College
Del Gallego, Camarines Sur

COMPILATION
IN
VALUES EDUCATION
(Personhood
Development)

















Presented to


MRS. MACARIA C. EVANGELISTA
Faculty



In Partial Fulfillment for the Course


Teaching Professional


By:


LUZ JOAN S. MOTA
1
st
Semester 2014