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<channel><title><![CDATA[Jean Fahmy - Jean Fahmy's Blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/jean-fahmys-blog.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[Jean Fahmy's Blog]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 08:59:39 -0800</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[The ultimate career sweet spot]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2012/04/the-ultimate-career-sweet-spot.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2012/04/the-ultimate-career-sweet-spot.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 07:55:34 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2012/04/the-ultimate-career-sweet-spot.html</guid><description><![CDATA[I have been blessed with the joy of being able to choose many of the projects I have been involved with. My project-selection criteria hasn't always been the best.&nbsp;Early in my career, technology was my main motivation. In one project, I had built the best mousetrap in a world where there were very few mice to catch. Oh, so the market need is important !Over the course of the many ups and downs in my entrepreneurial life [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style='text-align:left;'>I have been blessed with the joy of being able to choose many of the projects I have been involved with. My project-selection criteria hasn't always been the best.&nbsp;<br /><br />Early in my career, technology was my main motivation. In one project, I had built the best mousetrap in a world where there were very few mice to catch. Oh, so the market need is important !<br /><br />Over the course of the many ups and downs in my entrepreneurial life, I was able to refine said criteria. This graph that I found floating on the Internet sea best describes it. (click to enlarge)<br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a href='http://www.jeanfahmy.com/uploads/2/4/5/5/245560/2581542_orig.jpg' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'> <img src="http://www.jeanfahmy.com/uploads/2/4/5/5/245560/2581542_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:669px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style='text-align:left;'><br />It's not always possible to find the 'Bliss' sweet spot (OK, truth be told, it's very rare), but it's something I consistently aim for. And if I can't have 'Bliss', at least I know where I am and why I am doing it.<br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[A moment that made me go 'Wow']]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2012/03/a-moment-that-made-me-go-wow.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2012/03/a-moment-that-made-me-go-wow.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 05:35:24 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2012/03/a-moment-that-made-me-go-wow.html</guid><description><![CDATA[There are special moments that come along ever so rarely, where the only reaction I can muster is : wow.Last Saturday was one of those moments. A friend of ours, a brilliant writer, had finally succumbed to cancer after a brave 10 year battle. Her funeral was a testament to her courage, her love for others and her wordsmith ability.When her eldest son stepped on the stage to deliver his eulogy, I did not ex [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">There are special moments that come along ever so rarely, where the only reaction I can muster is : wow.<br /><br />Last Saturday was one of those moments. A friend of ours, a brilliant writer, had finally succumbed to cancer after a brave 10 year battle. Her funeral was a testament to her courage, her love for others and her wordsmith ability.<br /><br />When her eldest son stepped on the stage to deliver his eulogy, I did not expect what came out of his mouth. He painted a moving, heart-wrenching portrait of his relationship with his mother, her life and his feelings through the long storm. He wrote and&nbsp;delivered in a&nbsp;sublime&nbsp;way what&nbsp;I thought indescribable.<br /><br />And to say that it hit home is a gross understatement.<br /><br /><a href="https://philcotnoir.wordpress.com/2012/03/18/some-reflections-about-my-moms-death/" title="">I give you Phil Cotnoir's eulogy</a>. Thank you Phil for making me feel your feelings, for&nbsp;accepting&nbsp;the doubt, for falling on your faith, for letting me peer into your mind and for bringing me along on your journey.&nbsp;<br /><br />You are beyond talented, like your mother.&nbsp;Again: Wow.</div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Seasons of Life]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/12/the-seasons-of-life.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/12/the-seasons-of-life.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 05:55:03 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/12/the-seasons-of-life.html</guid><description><![CDATA[   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  style=" margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="350" height="289"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4R3PzVQ9mIs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="allownetworking" value="internal"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4R3PzVQ9mIs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allownetworking="internal" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="289"></embed></object></div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tomorrow's Child]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/12/tomorrows-child.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/12/tomorrows-child.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 05:51:12 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/12/tomorrows-child.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Without a name; an unseen faceAnd knowing not your time nor placeTomorrow's Child, though yet unborn,I met you first last Tuesday morn.A wise friend introduced us two,And through his shining point of viewI saw a day that would seea day for you, but not for me.Knowing you has changed my thinking,For I never had an inklingThat perhaps the things I doMight  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">Without a name; an unseen face<br />And knowing not your time nor place<br />Tomorrow's Child, though yet unborn,<br />I met you first last Tuesday morn.<br /><br />A wise friend introduced us two,<br />And through his shining point of view<br />I saw a day that would see<br />a day for you, but not for me.<br /><br />Knowing you has changed my thinking,<br />For I never had an inkling<br />That perhaps the things I do<br />Might someday, somehow, threaten you.<br /><br />Tomorrow's Child, my daughter-son,<br />I'm afraid I've just begun<br />To think of you and of your good,<br />Though always having known I should.<br /><br />Begin I will to weight the cost<br />Of what I squander; what is lost<br />I should never forget that you<br />Will someday come to live here too.<br /><br />-&nbsp;Glen Thomas (Interface Carpet Co.)</div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Steve Jobs' Vision of the World]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/12/steve-jobs-vision-of-the-world.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/12/steve-jobs-vision-of-the-world.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 07:27:05 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/12/steve-jobs-vision-of-the-world.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Thank you Steve for putting words to my thoughts.   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">Thank you Steve for putting words to my thoughts.</div>  <div  style=" margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="350" height="289"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvEiSa6_EPA"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="allownetworking" value="internal"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvEiSa6_EPA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allownetworking="internal" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="289"></embed></object></div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Why we are special]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/11/why-we-are-special.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/11/why-we-are-special.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 11:24:54 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/11/why-we-are-special.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Click here to see why you and I are really special and why today is so precious.   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">Click <a target="_blank" href="http://weknowmemes.com/2011/11/have-you-ever-thought-about-the-possibility-of-your-existence/">here </a>to see why you and I are really special and why today is so precious.<br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[I am more...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/09/i-am-more.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/09/i-am-more.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 11:58:18 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/09/i-am-more.html</guid><description><![CDATA[I am more...than what I look likethan&nbsp;what I saythan&nbsp;what I'm good atthan&nbsp;what I likethan what roles and titles I haveI am more...than&nbsp;what I think aboutthan&nbsp;what I dream aboutthan&nbsp;what I knowthan&nbsp;what I believeI am more...than&nbsp;what I have donethan&nbsp;what I can dothan&nbsp;what I want to do [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: justify; ">I am more...<br />than what I look like<br />than&nbsp;what I say<br />than&nbsp;what I'm good at<br />than&nbsp;what I like<br />than what roles and titles I have<br /><br />I am more...<br />than&nbsp;what I think about<br />than&nbsp;what I dream about<br />than&nbsp;what I know<br />than&nbsp;what I believe<br /><br />I am more...<br />than&nbsp;what I have done<br />than&nbsp;what I can do<br />than&nbsp;what I want to do<br />than&nbsp;what I will do<br /><br />I am more...<br />than&nbsp;how fast I run<br />than&nbsp;how strong I am<br />than how high I jump<br />than&nbsp;how smart I am<br /><br />I am more...<br />than&nbsp;the successes I had<br />than&nbsp;the people I love<br />than&nbsp;the money I have<br />than the smile I wear<br /><br />I am more...<br />than&nbsp;the mistakes I made<br />than&nbsp;the people I have wronged<br />than&nbsp;the money I lost<br />than the scars I wear&nbsp;<br /><br />I am more...<br />than&nbsp;where I've been<br />than&nbsp;where I am<br />than&nbsp;where I'm going<br /><br />I am more...<br />than&nbsp;when I was born<br />than&nbsp;when I will die<br /><br />I am more than who others think I am.<br /><br />I am more.</div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[A wonderful story]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/09/a-wonderful-story.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/09/a-wonderful-story.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2011 06:23:47 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/09/a-wonderful-story.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Once in a very rare blue moon, a story comes along that takes my breath away, pulls out the tears hidden deep in my ducts and rips my attention away from everything else. In return, the story gives back an undying admiration to the choices made, the inspiration to live courageously and a fresh perspective on 'sweating my small stuff'.&nbsp;I am in awe of the mother's compassion and the singer's courage. &nbsp; [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: justify; ">Once in a very rare blue moon, a story comes along that takes my breath away, pulls out the tears hidden deep in my ducts and rips my attention away from everything else. In return, the story gives back an undying admiration to the choices made, the inspiration to live courageously and a fresh perspective on 'sweating my small stuff'.&nbsp;<br /><br />I am in awe of the mother's compassion and the singer's courage. &nbsp;<br /><br />Enjoy the blue moon.</div>  <div  style=" margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="330"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W86jlvrG54o"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="allownetworking" value="internal"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W86jlvrG54o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allownetworking="internal" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="330"></embed></object></div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[My learnings from Cancer]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/08/my-learnings-from-cancer.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/08/my-learnings-from-cancer.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2011 08:19:49 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/08/my-learnings-from-cancer.html</guid><description><![CDATA[It seems to be all around me. I don't know if it's because I am getting older and more aware, or if it's because there are more cases of it, or that I've just been 'unlucky' to have had more contact with it recently.My wife had it two years ago and is in remission. My mom just got operated and had it taken out. My friend's mom just passed away because of it. The couple who my kids adopted as their third set of grandpar [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">It seems to be all around me. I don't know if it's because I am getting older and more aware, or if it's because there are more cases of it, or that I've just been 'unlucky' to have had more contact with it recently.<br /><br />My wife had it two years ago and is in remission. My mom just got operated and had it taken out. My friend's mom just passed away because of it. The couple who my kids adopted as their third set of grandparents both got diagnosed with it. A close friend of my father (and the man who married my wife and I) will soon lose his wife to it.<br /><br />It is an insidously spreading, often-don't know-you-have-it-until-it's-too-late, never-sure-if-it's-gone, playing-the-odds disease.<br /><br />And the more I ponder on cancer and its treatement, the more I see it as a paradox. Here's how:<br />- It is the only illness that the treatment (chemo) is actually worse than the disease itself<br />- It is really just too much of a good thing (cells proliferate too much)<br />- It is the treatment's goal to kill everything good to make sure it gets all the bad<br />- Everybody has varying degrees of it<br />- When one has it, it seems everyone has a thought about what we should do, and most have no idea what they are talking about<br />- Scanning for it too often may actually provoke it<br />- Once you're done the treatment, there is a sword of Damocles for years hanging over one's head<br />- We know next-to-nothing about it. We are still learning, it's not an exact science, and it keeps us humble<br /><br />There is, however, something beautiful I have discovered when you are a part of those affected by it. When you talk to patients and survivors, to the cancer community, there are no pretentions, no masks, no hypocrisy. What you see truly is what you get. I desperately wish is that we could extend this&nbsp;openness&nbsp;and honesty to everyone without the necessity of going through a horrible cancer.<br /><br />xkcd brilliantly put his own learnings on cancer in the cartoon below or <a href="http://xkcd.com/931/" title="">here</a>.<br /></div>  <div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a href='http://xkcd.com/931/' target='_blank'><img src="http://www.jeanfahmy.com/uploads/2/4/5/5/245560/7118082.png" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 0; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"></div></div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[5 biggest regrets of the dying]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/06/5-biggest-regrets-of-the-dying.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/06/5-biggest-regrets-of-the-dying.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2011 21:07:37 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jeanfahmy.com/1/post/2011/06/5-biggest-regrets-of-the-dying.html</guid><description><![CDATA[When Ms. Bronnie Ware, a woman who worked for years with the dying, wrote a list of the top 5 regrets people say aloud on their deathbed, I teared up a little bit. Here is her original text. May it be as much a &nbsp;blessing to you as it was for me.&nbsp;---For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">When Ms. Bronnie Ware, a woman who worked for years with the dying, wrote a list of the top 5 regrets people say aloud on their deathbed, I teared up a little bit. Here is her <a href="http://www.inspirationandchai.com/Regrets-of-the-Dying.html" title="">original text</a>. May it be as much a &nbsp;blessing to you as it was for me.&nbsp;<br /><br />---<br />For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.<br /><br />People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learnt never to underestimate someone's capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them.<br /><br />When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:<br /><br /><strong>1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.<br /></strong><br />This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.<br /><br />It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.<br /><br /><strong>2. I wish I didn't work so hard.<br /></strong><br />This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children's youth and their partner's companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.<br /><br />By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.<br /><br /><strong>3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.<br /></strong><br />Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.<br /><br />We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.<br /><br /><strong>4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.<br /></strong><br />Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.<br /><br />It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.<br /><br /><strong>5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.<br /></strong><br />This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. &nbsp;They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called 'comfort' of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.<br /><br />When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.<br /><br />Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.</div>  ]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

