Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Too Busy Sawing
Author: Stephen Covey

Once upon a time a very strong woodcutter asked for a job
from a timber merchant, and he got it. The pay was really
good; so were the work conditions. For that reason the
woodcutter was determined to do his best.

His boss gave him an axe and showed him the area where he
was supposed to work. The first day, the woodcutter brought
down 18 trees. "Congratulations," the boss said. "Go on
that way!"

Very motivated by the boss' words, the woodcutter tried
harder the next day, but he only could bring down 15 trees.
The third day he tried even harder, but he could only bring
down 10 trees. Day after day he was bringing down fewer and
fewer trees.

"I must be losing my strength," the woodcutter thought. He
went to the boss and apologized, saying that he could not
understand what was going on. "When was the last time you
sharpened your axe?" the boss asked. "Sharpen? I had no
time to sharpen my axe. I was busy trying to cut down
trees..."

Our lives are like that. We sometimes get so busy that we
don't take time to sharpen the "axe." In today's world, it
seems that everyone is busier than ever, but less happy
that ever. Why is that? Could it be that we have forgotten
how to stay "sharp"? There's nothing wrong with activity
and hard work. But we should not get so busy that we
neglect the truly important things in life. We all need
time to relax, to think, to meditate, to learn and to grow.
If we don't take time to sharpen the "axe," we will become
dull and lose our effectiveness.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

"Have You Planned Well For The Cycles Of Your Life? Or Will You Be Overwhelmed?"

Making Sandcastles
By: Unknown Author

Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves.

A little boy is on his knees scooping and packing the sand
with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket. Then he
upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. And, to the
delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.
All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing
the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks
will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.

Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.

A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers
into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone
on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers.
Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed. And much to
the delight of the man, a profit is made. All his life he
will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future.
Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges.
An empire will be built.

Two builders of two castles. They have much in common.
They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and
make something. They are diligent and determined. And for
both the tide will rise and the end will come. Yet that is
where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end
while the man ignores it.

Watch the boy as the dusk approaches. As the waves near,
the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There
is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would
happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker
crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into
the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes
his father's hand, and goes home.

The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years
collapses on his castle, he is terrified. He hovers over
the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from
the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering, he
snarls at the incoming tide. "It's my castle," he defies.

The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand
belongs...

Saturday, May 23, 2009

"Are You say The Right thing -To The Wrong people?"

By: Author Unknown

An old hill farmer trudges several miles through freezing
snow to his local and very remote chapel for Sunday
service. No-one else is there, aside from the clergyman.

"I'm not sure it's worth proceeding with the service.
Might we do better to go back to our warm homes and a hot
drink?" asks the clergyman, inviting a mutually helpful
reaction from his one audience member.

"Well, I'm just a simple farmer," says the old crofter,
"But when I go to feed my herd, and if only one beast turns
up, I definitely don't leave it hungry." So the clergyman,
feeling somewhat ashamed, delivers his service-all the
sermon, hymns and readings-lasting a good couple of hours.
He finished proudly with the fresh observation that no
matter how small the need, our duty remains. And he thanks
the old farmer for the lesson he has learned.

"Was that okay?" asks the clergyman, as they head to their
homes.

"Well, I'm just a simple farmer," says the old crofter,
"But when I go to feed my herd, and if only one beast turns
up, I sure don't force it to eat what I brought for the
whole herd..."

Know your customers and keep learning about what THEY need.




The Clergyman and the Farmer When you are looking to get people to
Your opinion you are selling and if you
don’t understand the style of the prospect [s]
you will use the wrong language, oversell,
undersell or many other things that will not
make you friends with them.
Learn how to speak the language of your Flock.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

"Exposed -Here Are The Secrets To Reaching Your Most Secret Desire"

Just Keep Planting
By: Adam Khan

When Paul was a boy growing up in Utah, he happened to
live near an old copper smelter, and the sulfur dioxide
that poured out of the refinery had made a desolate
wasteland out of what used to be a beautiful forest. There
was nothing living there-no animals, no trees, no grass, no
bushes, no birds-nothing but 14,000 acres of black and
barren land that even smelled bad. Paul vowed that someday
he would bring back the life to this land.

Many years later when Paul was in the area, he went to the
smelter office. He asked if they had any plans to bring the
trees back. The answer was no. He asked if they would let
him try to bring the trees back. Again, the answer was no.
They didn't want him on their land. He realized he needed
to be more knowledgeable before anyone would listen to him,
so he went to college to study botany. At the college he
met a professor who was an expert in Utah's ecology.
Unfortunately, this expert told Paul that the wasteland he
wanted to bring back was beyond hope. He was told that his
goal was foolish and that it would take approximately
20,000 years to re-vegetate that six-square-mile piece of
earth.

He tried to go on with his life, but his dream would not
die. One night he got up and took some action; he did what
he could with what he had. This was an important turning
point. As Samuel Johnson wrote, "It is common to overlook
what is near by keeping the eye fixed on something remote.
In the same manner, present opportunities are neglected and
attainable good is slighted by minds busied in extensive
ranges." Paul stopped busying his mind in extensive ranges
and looked at what opportunities for attainable good were
right in front of him. Under the cover of darkness, he
sneaked out into the wasteland with a backpack full of
seedlings and started planting. For seven hours he planted
seedlings.

He did it again a week later. And every week, he made his
secret journey into the wasteland and planted trees and
shrubs and grass. But most of it died. For 15 years he did
this. When a whole valley of his fir seedlings burned to
the ground because of a careless sheep-herder, Paul broke
down and wept. Then he got up and kept planting. Freezing
winds and blistering heat, landslides and floods and fires
destroyed his work time and time again. But he kept
planting.

One night he found a highway crew had come and taken tons
of dirt for a road grade, and all the plants he had
painstakingly planted in that area were gone. But he just
kept planting. Week after week, year after year he kept at
it, against the opinion of the authorities, against the
trespassing laws, against the devastation of road crews,
against the wind and rain and heat...even against plain
common sense. He just kept planting.

Slowly, very slowly, things began to take root. Then
gophers appeared. Then rabbits. Then porcupines. The old
copper smelter eventually gave him permission, and later,
as times were changing and there was political pressure to
clean up the environment, the company actually hired Paul
to do what he was already doing. They provided him with
machinery and crews to work with. Progress accelerated.

Today, the place is 14,000 acres of trees and grass and
bushes, rich with elk and eagles, and Paul Rokich has
received almost every environmental award Utah has. He
says, "I thought that if I got this started, when I was
dead and gone people would come and see it. I never thought
I'd live to see it myself!" It took him until his hair
turned white, but he managed to keep that impossible vow he
made to himself as a child.

What was it you wanted to do that you thought was
impossible? Paul's story sure gives a perspective on
things, doesn't it? The way you get something accomplished
in this world is to just keep planting. Just keep working.
Just keep plugging away at it one day at a time for a long
time, no matter who criticizes you, no matter how long it
takes, no matter how many times you fall.

Get back up again. And just keep planting.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

" Did You Create Your Own Recesion?"

Perspectives
By: Author Unknown

One day a father and his rich family took his young son on
a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how
poor people can be. They spent a day and a night in the
farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their
trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"

"Very good, Dad!"

"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.

"Yeah!"

"And what did you learn?"

The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and
they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle
of the garden, they have a creek that has no end. We have
imported lamps in the garden, they have the stars. Our
patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon."

When the little boy was finished, his father was
speechless.

His son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we
are!"

Isn't it true that it all depends on the way you look at
things? If you have love, friends, family, health, good
humor and a positive attitude toward life, you've got
everything!

You can't buy any of these things. You can have all the
material possessions you can imagine, provisions for the
future, etc., but if you are poor of spirit, you have
nothing!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

"What Use Is The Right Answer To The Wrong Question?'

The Right Question
By: Joseph B. Walker

There were a thousand reasons not to stop. I was running
late for a Very Important... well, whatever it was that I
was running late for that day. The freeway was busy -- I
might have caused an accident or something. Surely the
Highway Patrol would be along soon, and it's their job to
help stranded motorists, isn't it? And I had on my navy blue
suit, with a light blue shirt and a silk tie. Not exactly
car-fixing clothes, you know?

Let's see -- that makes 1,004 reasons not to stop. And
here's 1,005: I am the world's worst auto mechanic. Public
enemy No. 1 on the AAA's Ten Most Wanted list. Mr.
WhatsaWrench.

The first time I tried to change my car's oil myself I did
fine -- until I forgot to put the new oil in. The boys down
at the garage had a big laugh over that one. The next time,
I remembered to put in the new oil -- only I put it in the
transmission. That triggered a letter from the Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to Chryslers. They suggested I get
a horse.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not feeling sorry for myself. God
has given me other talents to use for the benefit of
mankind. But I'm not sure how much it would have helped that
lady whom was stranded by the side of the freeway if I would
have pulled over and belched on cue. So I didn't pull over.
I drove on by, just like hundreds of other drivers on the
freeway that day. And I felt guilty about it. So I turned
off at the next exit and made my way back to see if I could
at least give her a lift or something. But by the time I got
back to her, an Hispanic gentleman had pulled in behind her,
and was tinkering away at her car's engine like he knew what
he was doing.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.

"No, thank you," the lady replied. "This nice man says he
can fix it." At that moment, a voice from under the hood
shouted: "OK, try it now!" The woman reached for the key and
turned it. The engine started beautifully.

"It was your serpentine belt," the man explained, wiping his
hands on his pants. "It slipped off. It's pretty worn. You
want to take that to a mechanic, get a new one put on."

The woman tried to give the freeway Samaritan some money,
but he declined and waved as she drove off. It wasn't until
we started walking toward our cars that I noticed he had
five more reasons not to stop than I did; his family was
sitting in the station wagon, waiting patiently. "Do you
stop and help people like this often?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Somebody has to," he said. "What's she going
to do if nobody helps?" And for him, that was reason enough.

In his final sermon, given the night before his
assassination, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. took as his text
the Biblical parable of the Good Samaritan. In the story, a
man is attacked by thieves and left by the roadside. Several
travelers happen upon him, but they pass by. Eventually,
someone does stop to help, although it is the one person who
might have had a reason not to. He is a Samaritan and the
victim is a Jew. Those folks didn't get along any better
back then than they do now. According to Dr. King, those who
passed by the injured man were asking themselves the wrong
question: "If I help this man, what will happen to me?"

The Good Samaritan stopped to help because he asked the
right question: "If I don't help this man, what will happen
to him?"

Thursday, April 23, 2009

"Would You Pass The Test Or Would You?"

The Emperor's Seed
By: Author Unknown

Once there was an emperor in the Far East who was growing
old and knew it was coming time to choose his successor.
Instead of choosing one of his assistants, or one of his own
children, he decided to do something different.

He called all the young people in the kingdom together one
day. He said, "It has come time for me to step down and to
choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of
you." The kids were shocked! But the emperor continued. "I
am going to give each one of you a seed today. One seed. It
is a very special seed. I want you to go home, plant the
seed, water it and come back here one year from today with
what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge
the plants that you bring to me, and the one I choose will
be the next emperor of the kingdom!"

There was one boy named Ling who was there that day and he,
like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly
told his mother the whole story. She helped him get a pot
and some planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered
it carefully. Every day he would water it and watch to see
if it had grown.

After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to
talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to
grow. Ling kept going home and checking his seed, but
nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went
by. Still nothing.

By now others were talking about their plants but Ling
didn't have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months
went by, still nothing in Ling's pot. He just knew he had
killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants,
but he had nothing. Ling didn't say anything to his friends,
however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom
brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling
told his mother that he wasn't going to take an empty pot.
But she encouraged him to go, and to take his pot, and to be
honest about what happened. Ling felt sick to his stomach,
but he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to
the palace.

When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants
grown by all the other youths. They were beautiful, in all
shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and
many of the other kinds laughed at him. A few felt sorry for
him and just said, "Hey nice try."

When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted
the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. "My,
what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said
the emperor. "Today, one of you will be appointed the next
emperor!"

All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the
room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him
to the front. Ling was terrified. "The emperor knows I'm a
failure! Maybe he will have me killed!"

When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name.
"My name is Ling," he replied. All the kids were laughing
and making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet
down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd,
"Behold your new emperor! His name is Ling!" Ling couldn't
believe it. Ling couldn't even grow his seed. How could he
be the new emperor?

Then the emperor said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone
here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water
it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled
seeds which would not grow. All of you, except Ling, have
brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that
the seed would not grown, you substituted another seed for
the one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the courage
and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore,
he is the one who will be the new emperor!"