My post on depression and suicide has been viewed 3 million times and received tens of thousands of comments (so many, in fact, that the Facebook commenting system on my blog crashed). My Twitter feed was flooded with responses, my email inbox overflowing, my Facebook page inundated. Dozens of bloggers have written responses. Several radio and TV shows have contacted me to ask about it. There has been an incredible amount of feedback, and the vast majority of it has been negative. Not just negative: often vicious, brutal, hateful. I have been told to kill myself more times in the past few hours than I can count. I’ve been called every name in the book and labeled everything from “human garbage” to a “worthless piece of sh*t” to a “disgrace” to a “monster” and a “psychopath.” I’ve been told that my kids should be ashamed and my wife should leave me. I’ve actually had more than one person “pray” that someone in my family commits suicide. Even my wife has been targeted and harassed.
I’m not telling you this so that you’ll feel sorry for me. I’m telling you this because we can all learn from it. We live in a culture where rational discussion has become nearly impossible, and I’ve never in my life encountered a better personal example than this. I should mention that I did receive plenty of intelligent responses, many supportive, some offering constructive criticisms. I’ll respond to the three or four most reasonable objections later in this post. I was also blessed to hear from hundreds of appreciative people — people who’ve struggled with depression, people who’ve dealt with the suicides of spouses, children, siblings, and parents, people who’ve contemplated suicide themselves — and they assured me that my words greatly encouraged and comforted them. I thank God for the people who sent those messages. Their stories are heartbreaking, their resolve is inspiring.
But these were all unfortunately buried under the mounds of hysterical, venomous spite. Most discouraging is the fact that many were so eager to jump onto the dog pile that they didn’t take the time to figure out what the fuss was all about. Here is a rough estimate: I’d say a good 75 percent of the hate has come from individuals who clearly did not read what I wrote. I know they didn’t read it because their objections are often wildly disconnected from the content of the post.
A girl becomes embarrassed after giving flowers to a female US soldier on duty in the northern Iraqi city of Mosul. 16 April 2007
The caption changes so many assumptions
I didn’t know how this post was going to end so I assumed the cat started organizing the crayons????
The science of histology meets the art of origami to find a solution for global health issues
Imagine if your kids could print out their own microscope and carry it around in their back pockets. Or if every textbook had a scope included with the front cover. Or if doctors in developing countries had access to simple, inexpensive microscopes that they could use to instantly and efficiently diagnose diseases instead of the ancient, bulky expensive antiques that many currently use. What if all of those innovations were the same thing?
Well they are. That’s right. You got it. This is a fully functional brightfield microscope made from a single sheet of paper.
Cost of production: a mere 50 cents!
Designed originally to help diagnose malaria or identify harmful microbes in sources of drinking water, this light, durable and inexpensive replacement for the bulky, expensive technology that is currently in use around the world could revolutionize global healthcare…plus, it is a whole lot of fun.
See the TED talk below:
Designed and presented at TED by Manu Prakesh
Things like this make me heart histo that little bit more.
it seems like this dog chased the google streetview car for a while until it lost interest and wandered off
This is so beautiful :’)
I fucking love people who find street-side self-employment to do what they love. When I was in high school, there was a kid in my AP Bio class, really smart and intelligent and loved biology, but he was just so disillusioned with the academic situation in America that he didn’t even want to go to college. Our bio teacher asked him how he was going to find a career in biology without a degree, and he said he’d buy an electrophoresis kit and set it up in a city square and just let people watch the DNA fragments travel through the gel, and set out a hat or whatever to take donations. A biology street-performer. We all laughed, but last summer I was in Boulder, and there was this man on Pearl Street, along with the magicians and harpists and such, and he had a high-powered telescope. You could look through it and see the planets and stars in broad daylight, and he’d point them all out to you and give you a little lesson. He had a hat out and a cardboard sign asking for three dollars to look through the telescope, and he had a line of people. There’s something incredibly inspiring to me about the people who want to do something so badly that they’ll do it on the street if they have to.
I saw a guy giving free compliments, and taking donations on the street. He would wax poetic about the beauty of the people walking by - their hair, their clothing, “the light shines off the blue of your eyes, while the skies of venice weep in shame, to wish they could match a shade so clear and bright.” Dude had class.
No matter what gender or age passed by, he had something kind to say to them.
Photographs by Thom Sheridan
In 1986, the United Way attempted to break the world record for balloon launches, by releasing 1.5 million balloons, which resulted in two deaths, millions in lawsuits, and a devastating environmental impact.
do you think God ever gets sad like “what do you mean you don’t love yourself i worked so hard on you….”
…why is this so uplifting
I’m not even religious and this makes me smile.