A few days ago, I announced that Cyril Ernest was to be the Chief Guest at the Annual Prize Giving at his old school St. Benedict's College, Kotahena. I am now pleased to post his Prize Day Speech as a new post.
Prize-giving Speech July 2017, St. Benedict's
College Colombo
Never,
never, never give up! - so urged Sir Winston Churchill to his fellow Englishmen
to fight the Germans during WWII.
Relating my
own experience with this saying:
My
fascination with martial arts began in 1968 and I never gave up my quest to
gain my black belt, which I finally attained in 2008 at age 68. I achieved my
black belt in Tae Kwon Do after three grueling years of hard training, with
numerous hours of sparring, weapons training, speedwork, fitness training,
breaking boards, and sharpening kicking and punching skills. I have been
actively involved in Tae Kwon Do until a couple of months ago sans sparring. I
am 76 today.
I love
dancing! And, I have taken lessons in ballroom dancing. I find that my
coordination and grace are much to be desired. I do have two left feet - to the
embarrassment of my wife. So, do I give up dancing? No Way! No, never, never,
never!
I love to
sing, especially Karaoke. My singing might be nauseating to the listening
audience, but do I quit? No, never, never, never! I sing regardless and enjoy
myself.
Rev. Bro.
Director, Distinguished guests, the Student body of St. Benedict’s College, the
teaching staff, Ladies and Gentlemen:
It is indeed a very profoundly humbling
experience for me to have been invited to be the chief guest at the
Prize-giving of 2017. It is a great day for all of you students, who are being
honored today in recognition of your efforts over the past year, 2016, academically
and in sports. I am told that the recognition for the sports achievements will
be at the Colors Night event. 56 years ago, in 1961 I was at the prize-giving,
awaiting to get my awards - how time goes by.
Before I go
any further I would like to relate to you a short story – about a little boy
named Johnny. Little Johnny was a very incorrigible and pesky fellow who caused
enough headaches for his parents and everybody else that he came into contact
with. He was doing very poorly in math. His parents tried everything - tutors,
flash cards, special learning centers etc.-in fact everything they could think
of. Finally in a last ditch effort they took Johnny down and enrolled him in a
Catholic school.
After the
first day, Little Johnny came home with a very serious look on his face, going
directly to his room, and immersed himself in his studies. His mother was
amazed. To his mother's surprise, after dinner, Johnny again went straight back
to his room. This went on for some
time. Finally Little Johnny brought home
his report card. He quietly laid it on the table and went up to his room and
hit the books again. With great trepidation his mother looked at his report
card. To her surprise Little Johnny had got an A+ in math. She could no longer
hold her curiosity. She went to his room and said “Son what was it? Was it the
nuns? Little Johnny looked at her shook his head no. Well then she asked was it
the books? Are they better? Was it the discipline? The structure, the uniforms
– what was it? Little Johnny looked at her and said,” Well on the first day when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I
knew they weren’t fooling around. They meant business.
It is the
same with the Christian Brothers – your teachers at St. Benedict’s College.
Learn you will under their influence and tutelage or depart. They have
dedicated their entire lives in imparting knowledge and discipline like no
others. They mean business as Little Johnny remarked.
I came
under the influence of the Christian brothers in 1958, when Rev. Bro. Alban
accepted me as a student at St. Benedict’s. I was a boarder and this gave me
enough time to participate in sports and studies. I did excel in both. I
represented College in Cricket, Hockey, Track and Field and Tennis. I also
represented the school in Spelling Bee and Do You Know in interschool
competition. I entered the University in 1961 at my first attempt and
subsequently Medical School in 1962.In those days St. Benedict’s College were
the National Champs in Hockey, Basketball, Soccer and not too far behind in
Cricket. I am really elated to see the success of the College Track and Field
teams in recent times at a National level.
At a
momentous occasion like today, I am expected to instill in your minds
inspirational ideas and tid-bits that will help you forge ahead in life. I have
taken some words of wisdom imparted by 5-Star General Colin Powell former
secretary of State and Chairman of Joint Chiefs of Staff of the US Armed
Services:
"Always
do your best; someone is watching you.
Always do
your best, no matter how difficult the job or how much you dislike it or your
bosses, your work environment or your fellow workers. If you take the pay –earn
it. Do your very best!
Kindness
works – always show more kindness than seems necessary, because the person
receiving it needs it more than you will ever realize. Kindness is not a sign
of weakness. It is a sign of confidence.
As the old
saying goes – to the World you may be one person, but to that one person you
are the world.
Never walk
past a mistake- make on the spot corrections.
Correcting
a mistake shows attention to detail and reinforces standards within an
organization. It teaches the aspiring leaders to have the moral courage to
speak out when standards are not being met".
Over the
years, I have admired and envied the exploits and performances of the following
whom I hailed as my heroes (you may or may not be familiar with some of the
names):
Sir Donald
Bradman, captain of the Australian cricket team, the greatest batsman the world
has known. His batting records will never be broken.
Sir
Garfield Sobers, captain of the West Indies, world's greatest all-round
cricketer - the likes of whom will probably be never seen again.
Muhammed Ali,
brash and arrogant - humility was not one of his virtues. He proclaimed himself
as being the greatest, and he did prove himself to being the greatest boxer. He
was stripped of all his titles because of him being a draft-dodger, and in fact
he was jailed. However, he did come back to regain his title as world champion
in heavyweight boxing three times, and he never gave up!
Mother
Theresa, recently canonized, dedicated her entire life to the service of caring
for the sick and infirmed in the slums of Calcutta.
However, my
greatest personal hero is a person named John Wooden – the greatest coach in
any realm of sport that I am aware of. He was the Basketball coach at UCLA,
with a record that will perhaps never be equaled or bettered. He was not just
the most successful coach ever in College circles, he was a teacher who taught
the students the great virtues of how to lead a successful life. He defined
success as “Peace of mind which is a
direct result of the self-satisfaction of knowing that you made the effort to
become the best you are capable of.” This is all one can ask of you. Do the
very best that you are capable of, and then having achieved this, raise your
goal a notch higher and strive to reach that level. Coach Wooden focused on the
positive aspects of everybody's talents. Don't let what you cannot do well get
in the way of what you can!
I am a
member of two Toast Masters clubs in California, and in the course of our
meetings I did give a talk on taking responsibility. The audience liked it and they
urged me to include this in my speech. So, here it goes:
Take
Responsibility
“It’s not
my fault” – how often have you heard or said this? Everyone wants to blame
their problems on someone or something else:
•
Their parents
•
Their socioeconomic status
•
Their schooling
•
Their boss
•
Their friends
•
Special interest groups
•
Self-serving politicians
This isn’t a modern
trend. People have been trying to wriggle out of responsibility since God asked
Adam a direct question – “Have you eaten of the tree of which I commanded you
not to eat?” Adam blamed Eve, and Eve blamed the serpent.
Over the millennia
we have elevated avoiding responsibility to an art form by excusing, covering,
evading, shirking and rationalizing. Your life is your responsibility, accept
that fact! Someone who goes through life focusing on what other people aren’t
doing for him, what they owe him, or the raw deal that life gave him never
grows up. In some form he forfeits responsibility for his life. The man who
thinks that society owes him a comfortable living thinks like a child. The
person who grouses about how unfair the world is, and how riches and privileges
are just a matter of luck or corruption still thinks like a child. The woman
whose failures are always someone else’s fault is stuck in childish thinking.
The individual who is content to live off his parents’ largesse or a government
handout still understands as a child.
Maturity means you move from deflecting blame
to accepting responsibility. You move from being a passive observer to an
initiator. You move from expecting things to providing them.
Maturity means
seizing your God-given power to direct your own life, to welcome challenge, to
surmount obstacles, to achieve victories.
Blaming other
people for your problems is a trap. The person who is responsible for you is
you.
Quoting from the
book of Proverbs from the Bible: "Whatsoever a man soweth that shall he
also reap". If you don’t like what you are reaping, take a hard look at
what you are sowing – and make some changes.
It is with sadness
and trepidation that I chose to include my take on the tragedy of the civil war
that divided our wonderful land. It is now time for reconciliation and not
retribution. I realize the suffering and uncertainties of life that our people
endured during this harsh period in our history – for almost 30 long years. One
has to learn from this experience and not commit the same mistakes, lest there
be similar turmoil in the future. One has to realize the prime reason for this
turn of events – the unfair treatment of minorities whether of ethnic or
religious origin. Our heritage and our genes are predetermined. We have no
control over this. It is by a queer quirk of fate that one is born a Tamil or a
Sinhalese; a Catholic or a Buddhist; a Hindu or a Muslim. One’s views will be
entirely different if one was born into an ethnic or religious group opposite
that of the majority.
In the adjudication
of any conflict, you have to consider three sides to any story - your side, my
side, and the correct version.
You are the future
leaders of Sri Lanka. Please nurture it; ensure that all religious and ethnic
groups are treated equally well. Then, there shall be no strife or tragedies
like the one we have endured in recent times.
The teachings and
guidance by the Christian Brothers is exemplary in this regard. We are so
fortunate to have come under such great influence in guiding our lives. I am
ever so grateful that I was able to come under their influence. Discipline,
justice, and fair play are what we learned. These precepts were hammered into
our heads day-in and day-out. Enjoy and learn from the fruits of their wisdom.
What great
teachers. What great influence. They deserve a round of applause.
In the course of my
duties as a Cardiologist, I do try to advise my patients on the various risk
factors that may affect the heart. In this regard, I talk to them about smoking
and urge my patients to quit smoking. Some patients take the advise kindly, and
others get annoyed. At these times I am reminded of the advise given by my
surgical professor in medical school who told us: "Never try to teach a
pig to sing - for two reasons, 1. It is a waste of time, and 2. you annoy the
pig".
I would like to
share a poem written by Michale Josephson that I cherish, the title, "What
Will Matter":
What Will
Matter?
By Michael
Josephson
Ready or not,
someday it will all come to an end.
There will be no
more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you
collected whether treasured or forgotten will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame
and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter
what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges,
resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes,
ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses
that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won’t matter
where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end.
It won’t matter if
you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender
and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will
matter?
How will the value
of your days be measured?
What will matter is
not your competence but your character.
What will matter is
not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re
gone.
What will matter is
not your memories but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is
how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living a life that
matters doesn’t happen by accident.
It’s not a matter
of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a
life that matters.
I will just take
one more minute of your time. When you graduate, you are an alumnus of the
college. In my opinion, a Benedictine is recognized by his honesty! By his
integrity! By his uprightness! By his demeanor as a well-disciplined man! By
his loyalty! Lead a life that you will be recognized as a Benedictine from the
very outset, not needing any prompting from anybody for that recognition.
The greater danger
for most of us, is not that our aim is too high and we miss it; but that it is
too low and we reach it. As the college anthem proclaims - High be your aim in
life's onward view. Aim to excel in what ever you do. Always move forward. If you
do not excel, you will stagnate or degenerate. There are two alternatives to
forward motion - backward motion or idleness. Moving backwards is degeneration.
Not moving at all is stagnation. The direction of your actions is your choice.
My sincere wishes
to all of you to achieve the goals that you have set for yourselves. I leave
you with these parting words from Sir Winston Churchill - Never, never,
never, ever (added for greater emphasis)
give up your quest for your goals!
I would like to
conclude with a joke. A drunkard (fully inebriated) was staggering out of a
bar. He bumped into two priests walking along the sidewalk. He stopped them,
"your holinesses" he proclaimed, "I am Jesus Christ!" The
older of the two priests, looked at the man and told him, "Son, you are
not Jesus Christ". The man then urged the two priests to go back with him
to the bar to prove to them that he was Jesus Christ. As he entered the bar,
the bartender was at the door and said, "Jesus Christ, you again?",
at which the drunk turned to the priests and said "I told you so"!
You have been a
great audience. Thank you very much for your kind attention.
