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Celebrating International Womenâs Month on Google+
#SheInspiresMe
In March, we celebrate International Womenâs Month, recognizing the important women in our lives and those who have come before us and paved the way!
Join us in celebrating these powerful role models by creating a post about someone who inspires you. This woman can be a family member, a celebrity, a politician or anyone else who has inspired or continues inspiring you to pursue your dreams, to be a better person, and to celebrate life.
Use the tag #SheInspiresMe in your post, and plus mention another G+ user to challenge them to to do the same. Nominate other users and keep on celebrating the women who inspire us!
We will be promoting posts with the tag #SheInspiresMe on our G+ page, on Google owned communities, and on the G+ Twitter page.
Let's celebrate inspirational women!
#SheInspiresMe
In March, we celebrate International Womenâs Month, recognizing the important women in our lives and those who have come before us and paved the way!
Join us in celebrating these powerful role models by creating a post about someone who inspires you. This woman can be a family member, a celebrity, a politician or anyone else who has inspired or continues inspiring you to pursue your dreams, to be a better person, and to celebrate life.
Use the tag #SheInspiresMe in your post, and plus mention another G+ user to challenge them to to do the same. Nominate other users and keep on celebrating the women who inspire us!
We will be promoting posts with the tag #SheInspiresMe on our G+ page, on Google owned communities, and on the G+ Twitter page.
Let's celebrate inspirational women!
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Judy
#SheInspiresMe
Meet Judy. You can identify her as the gorgeous lady with the voice of an angel and a heart to match.
A keen traveller, quick witted, generous and loving soul with strength that her petite form belies.
Be it playing conductor when the choir mistress is ill, organising charity events or being the soul of the party. She plays all roles with elan!
And when she sings... Ah! when her voice is raised in joyous song, she lifts your soul to the heavens and leads you, enraptured, on a surreal journey that you wish will never end.
I am so blessed to have her in my life.
Decided to post something different for #WomensDay2018. These are portraits of ladies who have with their work and lives inspired me. Join us on Google+ to read more stories about #SheInspiresMe
#SoulPortraits #SheInspiresMe #WomenWhoMakeMeProud #InternationalWomensDay #WomensDay #IWD2018 #8March #ICantKeepQuiet #SheIsPowerful #SheIsAmazing #SheIsGoregous #MyAngel #SheMakesMeSmile #SoGladShesPartOfMyLife
#solivagant #solivagantlife
#SheInspiresMe
Meet Judy. You can identify her as the gorgeous lady with the voice of an angel and a heart to match.
A keen traveller, quick witted, generous and loving soul with strength that her petite form belies.
Be it playing conductor when the choir mistress is ill, organising charity events or being the soul of the party. She plays all roles with elan!
And when she sings... Ah! when her voice is raised in joyous song, she lifts your soul to the heavens and leads you, enraptured, on a surreal journey that you wish will never end.
I am so blessed to have her in my life.
Decided to post something different for #WomensDay2018. These are portraits of ladies who have with their work and lives inspired me. Join us on Google+ to read more stories about #SheInspiresMe
#SoulPortraits #SheInspiresMe #WomenWhoMakeMeProud #InternationalWomensDay #WomensDay #IWD2018 #8March #ICantKeepQuiet #SheIsPowerful #SheIsAmazing #SheIsGoregous #MyAngel #SheMakesMeSmile #SoGladShesPartOfMyLife
#solivagant #solivagantlife
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#SheInspiresMe #indianphotographer
Does she need a name? I come across thousands of women when I travel across India. Always a second class citizen in country of billion, they are epitome of strength, beauty, grace , courage and dignity. This is dedicated to all Indian women. I remember this poem.
I've got the children to tendÂ
The clothes to mendÂ
The floor to mopÂ
The food to shopÂ
Then the chicken to fryÂ
The baby to dryÂ
I got company to feedÂ
The garden to weedÂ
I've got shirts to pressÂ
The tots to dressÂ
The can to be cutÂ
I gotta clean up this hutÂ
Then see about the sickÂ
And the cotton to pick.Â
Shine on me, sunshineÂ
Rain on me, rainÂ
Fall softly, dewdropsÂ
And cool my brow again.Â
Storm, blow me from hereÂ
With your fiercest windÂ
Let me float across the skyÂ
'Til I can rest again.Â
Fall gently, snowflakesÂ
Cover me with whiteÂ
Cold icy kisses andÂ
Let me rest tonight.Â
Sun, rain, curving skyÂ
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stoneÂ
Star shine, moon glowÂ
You're all that I can call my own.
by Maya Angelou
Does she need a name? I come across thousands of women when I travel across India. Always a second class citizen in country of billion, they are epitome of strength, beauty, grace , courage and dignity. This is dedicated to all Indian women. I remember this poem.
I've got the children to tendÂ
The clothes to mendÂ
The floor to mopÂ
The food to shopÂ
Then the chicken to fryÂ
The baby to dryÂ
I got company to feedÂ
The garden to weedÂ
I've got shirts to pressÂ
The tots to dressÂ
The can to be cutÂ
I gotta clean up this hutÂ
Then see about the sickÂ
And the cotton to pick.Â
Shine on me, sunshineÂ
Rain on me, rainÂ
Fall softly, dewdropsÂ
And cool my brow again.Â
Storm, blow me from hereÂ
With your fiercest windÂ
Let me float across the skyÂ
'Til I can rest again.Â
Fall gently, snowflakesÂ
Cover me with whiteÂ
Cold icy kisses andÂ
Let me rest tonight.Â
Sun, rain, curving skyÂ
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stoneÂ
Star shine, moon glowÂ
You're all that I can call my own.
by Maya Angelou
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#SheInspiresMe - My grandma, whom I never met.
My Grandma Dorothea grew up, married and lived in the former German city of Breslau, Silesia, (today is the Polish town Wroclaw in Silesia) with her husband and her four kids in a small apartment in the city.
Close to the end of World War II, in the very cold, and snowy Winter 1944/1945 she had to flee Breslau from the approaching front line with nothing more than a wooden pushcart so that her youngest daughter (1 ½ years old) didn't need to walk, some supplies, woollen blankets, the family photo album and all the money and jewellery the family owned.
They moved out with others families forming a so called "trek" and walked day by day through freezing cold winter westwards. Some weeks later they were left behind by the trek and needed to get along by themselves for a few weeks.
The times were rough. Innumerable refugees, low supplies, nearly no medicine, lice and other nasty parasites. Hunger, thirst, sometimes no shelter for days. And a raging war around with bombings night and day, attacks by low flying aircraft, and a front line often moving faster than them.
In February they reached Dresden, and it was by sheer luck that they were transported out of Dresden just a few days before the Dresden bombing which devastated the city.
I've always believed it was a miracle!
In early April or May 1945, my grandmother and her kids arrived safely to the new place they would call âhomeâ for the next few years - one room which they were billeted in by authorities against the will of the owner of the house, in a village not far from where my parents are still living today.
The end of the World War was their day zero to start a new existence from scratch. A new beginning - as they had lost nearly everything except themselves. She had no job, no income, nobody knew what the future might bring. Her husband, the father of her kids was missing. Since late Autumn she had had no news from the front lines.
At the end of the World War my Grandfather was in a Russian POW camp (in what is now Poland) and was blessed by another small miracle:
A doctor diagnosed him with a cardiac anomaly and he was released in 1946. He travelled to the Soviet Zone (which later become the East Germany Republic) and was luckily not relocated to Siberian POW camp where so many other POWs died from hunger, diseases and forced labour. So many never returned to their families.
My grandfather did not have any information on the whereabouts of his family, hence he gave out a small ad in one of the newspapers or Red cross search service (there are two versions in the family history) and a cousin, who by coincidence was in West Germany read it and gave him a lead as to where his family was.
Thus they were reunited in 1946. They were very, very lucky, especially when you consider that a lot of husbands never returned and some not before the mid 1950s.
I was born in 1974 and my grandmother died in 1976, thus I never met her, and I could never asked her questions.
All my knowledge about their life, I've picked up from my aunts and uncles, as they were old enough to remember parts of it.
So how does her story inspire me today?
She inspires me, by showing that some can always start again.
She inspires me, by showing that even if you lose all your belonging- you still keep your memories, your faith and your will to go on.
She inspires me, by showing that in the end all that really counts - is family, some documents, and the photos which are memories of days filled with laughter and light.
#SheInspiresMe
#InternationalWomensDay
The image shows my grandma Dorothea with my two aunts and my uncle. My mother wasnât with the family at this time but in Switzerland for recovery.
My Grandma Dorothea grew up, married and lived in the former German city of Breslau, Silesia, (today is the Polish town Wroclaw in Silesia) with her husband and her four kids in a small apartment in the city.
Close to the end of World War II, in the very cold, and snowy Winter 1944/1945 she had to flee Breslau from the approaching front line with nothing more than a wooden pushcart so that her youngest daughter (1 ½ years old) didn't need to walk, some supplies, woollen blankets, the family photo album and all the money and jewellery the family owned.
They moved out with others families forming a so called "trek" and walked day by day through freezing cold winter westwards. Some weeks later they were left behind by the trek and needed to get along by themselves for a few weeks.
The times were rough. Innumerable refugees, low supplies, nearly no medicine, lice and other nasty parasites. Hunger, thirst, sometimes no shelter for days. And a raging war around with bombings night and day, attacks by low flying aircraft, and a front line often moving faster than them.
In February they reached Dresden, and it was by sheer luck that they were transported out of Dresden just a few days before the Dresden bombing which devastated the city.
I've always believed it was a miracle!
In early April or May 1945, my grandmother and her kids arrived safely to the new place they would call âhomeâ for the next few years - one room which they were billeted in by authorities against the will of the owner of the house, in a village not far from where my parents are still living today.
The end of the World War was their day zero to start a new existence from scratch. A new beginning - as they had lost nearly everything except themselves. She had no job, no income, nobody knew what the future might bring. Her husband, the father of her kids was missing. Since late Autumn she had had no news from the front lines.
At the end of the World War my Grandfather was in a Russian POW camp (in what is now Poland) and was blessed by another small miracle:
A doctor diagnosed him with a cardiac anomaly and he was released in 1946. He travelled to the Soviet Zone (which later become the East Germany Republic) and was luckily not relocated to Siberian POW camp where so many other POWs died from hunger, diseases and forced labour. So many never returned to their families.
My grandfather did not have any information on the whereabouts of his family, hence he gave out a small ad in one of the newspapers or Red cross search service (there are two versions in the family history) and a cousin, who by coincidence was in West Germany read it and gave him a lead as to where his family was.
Thus they were reunited in 1946. They were very, very lucky, especially when you consider that a lot of husbands never returned and some not before the mid 1950s.
I was born in 1974 and my grandmother died in 1976, thus I never met her, and I could never asked her questions.
All my knowledge about their life, I've picked up from my aunts and uncles, as they were old enough to remember parts of it.
So how does her story inspire me today?
She inspires me, by showing that some can always start again.
She inspires me, by showing that even if you lose all your belonging- you still keep your memories, your faith and your will to go on.
She inspires me, by showing that in the end all that really counts - is family, some documents, and the photos which are memories of days filled with laughter and light.
#SheInspiresMe
#InternationalWomensDay
The image shows my grandma Dorothea with my two aunts and my uncle. My mother wasnât with the family at this time but in Switzerland for recovery.
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#SheInspiresMe: Here Are All The Women Who Inspire Our Politicians Including PM Modi
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#SheInspiresMe
She had sixteen kids, the majority of them at home. All of her daugthers and sons felt love and special to her eyes for She somehow always made the time to be there for them.
She's always smiling, but not in pictures ..... great sence of humor. To her life is to feel joy and joy is what She gives to the world.
Her home is always open to anyone who is hungry, needs shelter or a hug. Is a honor to have you as my Grandmother .....l'm so proud to be your grandson. Te amo Abuelita Doris. #SheInspiresMe #InternationalWomensDay
She had sixteen kids, the majority of them at home. All of her daugthers and sons felt love and special to her eyes for She somehow always made the time to be there for them.
She's always smiling, but not in pictures ..... great sence of humor. To her life is to feel joy and joy is what She gives to the world.
Her home is always open to anyone who is hungry, needs shelter or a hug. Is a honor to have you as my Grandmother .....l'm so proud to be your grandson. Te amo Abuelita Doris. #SheInspiresMe #InternationalWomensDay
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#SheInspiresMe: Here Are All The Women Who Inspire Our Politicians Including PM Modi
https://www.news18.com/news/buzz/sheinspiresme-here-are-all-the-women-who-inspire-our-politicians-including-pm-modi-1683243.html via NMApp
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