I do not know Switzerland enough but I have been fortunute to have visited the country nearly 10 times to see my sister and her family and build some maazing friendship there. These are what make me love this country and the people:
១-) បឹងបួរដ៏ធំៗជាច្រើន The lakes. The big beautiful lakes.
២-) ផ្ទះម៉ូតបូរាណ The houses in traditional achetechtures
៣-) ភ្នំដ៏ធំៗនិងស្អាត the mountains
៤-) ប្រជាធិប្បតេយ្យដោយផ្ទាល់ Direct Democracy
៥-) ប្រព័ន្ធហ្វឹកហាត់ការងារដ៏មានប្រសិទ្ធិភាពសម្រាប់យុវជន យុវនារីនៅវិទ្យាល័យ The Swiss Vocational and Professional Educatiobn & Training sysm
៦-)ជីវិតមនុស្សមានតម្លៃ the sanctity of human lives
Who are we? We are the sum of our experiences. If not, who are we, what are we really?
Shirley Schmidt: A sexual assault is traumatic. Carol Cabot: I realize that; of course, I do. Shirley Schmidt: Well, if you can lessen your daughter’s pain, why wouldn’t you? Carol Cabot: It works on the brain. For God sakes, the idea that you just take a pill every time something bad happens . . . Shirley Schmidt: That’s bad? Carol Cabot: It’s called life, and you can’t just erase the bad parts. Shirley Schmidt: Why not? Carol Cabot: Our best artists are informed by their pain. Our greatest heroes are born out of adversity. Certainly, if the trauma affects your life, treat it, either behaviorally or with medication. But some miracle amnesia pill, so you have no memory of bad things—what kind of brave new world are we entering into?
Warning: This is satirical comedy at its best in my opinion.
Shirley Schmidt:
This case is about what makes us who we are. There are lots of answers, but certainly one possible answer is: We are the sum of our experiences, not just the good, not just the bad, but all of them. If we can take a pill and forget parts of our personal histories—who are we, then? When Arthur Hallam died, his best friend was shocked, grief-stricken, utterly inconsolable. But that best friend was the great English poet, Tennyson, who went on to write, “In Memoriam.” He immortalized his friend in verse and gave us one of the greatest poems in the English language. Imagine if Tennyson could have just taken a pill and forgotten about the whole thing.
Deep within each heart There lies a magic spark That lights the fire of our imagination And since the dawn of man The strength of just “I can” Has brought together people of all nations
Feel the flame forever burn Teaching lessons we must learn To bring us closer to the power of the dream As the world gives us its best To stand apart from all the rest It is the power of the dream that brings us here
Your mind will take you far
The rest is just pure heart
You’ll find your fate is all your own creation
And every boy and girl
As they come into this world
They bring the gift of hope and inspiration
Feel the flame forever burn
Teaching lessons we must learn
To bring us closer to the power of the dream
The world in lights and hope and peace
We pray that you will always be
It is the power of the dream that brings us here
It is the power of the dream that brings us here
This photo reminds me of my childhood and adolescent. I helped mom grow, arrange flowers. Mom goes for the prayer in the pagoda when it’s time to go in. I stayed outside and continue to sell in front of Damrei Sor, White Elephant pagoda in Battambang.