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Randy Pausch, fully Randolph Frederick "Randy" Pausch

(1960 - 2008)


Computer Science Professor and Human-Computer Interaction, gave upbeat lecture and wrote book called "The Last Lecture" when diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer

'I had no idea what I do or say after the crowd sang Happy Birthday Jai. But when I was invited on stage and when she came to me, I followed the natural impulse. Like her, I guess. We hugged and kissed, lips first, and then I kissed her on the cheek. The crowd continued to applaud. We hear them, but they seemed to have been miles away from us. As we stood embraced, Jai me whispered in my ear. - Please, do not die. It sounded like a Hollywood dialogue. But she is just that. I still firmly embraced.
A bad apology is worse than no apology. A good apology is like an antibiotic. A bad apology is like rubbing salt in a wound.
A coach yells at the kid he thinks can improve but the coach will not yell at the kid who he/she knows won't.
A lot of people want a shortcut. I find the best shortcut is the long way, which is basically two words: work hard.
A parent’s job is to encourage kids to develop a joy for life and a great urge to follow their own dreams. The best we can do is help them develop a personal set of tools for the task.
A professor’s job is to teach students how to see their minds growing the same way they can see their muscles grow when they look in a mirror… Getting people to welcome feedback was the hardest thing I ever had to do as an educator… too much stroking, too little real feedback.
A rag animals I spoke to her last lecture. I even showed pictures. I can guess what they thought while technically screwed cynics: considering the possibility of processing digital photos, maybe these giant stuffed teddy bears were not even there with me. Or maybe I talked real winners that we can borrow the trophy for photography. How am I in this cynical age to convince the audience that I have really won it all? Okay, I'll show them these toys live. And so at one point on each side of the stage walked my students carrying one huge rag animal I've won over the past years. I do not need more and trophies. Although I know that my wife liked the rag bear that I hung in her office while we were walking, after it has three children did not want them any more in the house. (From them were eliminated pieces of foam and polystyrene, which could end up in children's mouths.) I knew that if I keep toys someday Jai call a fairy godmother and say wearing them out ... or worse, discover that you cannot. So I asked, And why do not I give to friends? I piled them on the stage and said: If anyone wants to-hold of me, feel free to reach out and let him take one bear; first come, it's his. rag animals quickly found a new home. A few days later I found out that the one animal took the student with Carnegie Mellon who, like me, was suffering from cancer. After the lecture came over and picked a large elephant. I liked the symbolism. Now it was the elephant in the room.
Advice is very easy to give, and even easier not to follow, so I don't fool with it.
After I got my Ph.D., my mother took great relish in introducing me as, this is my son, he's a doctor but not the kind that helps people.
All my adult life I've felt drawn to ask long-married couples how they were able to stay together. All of them said the same thing: We worked hard at it.