"I'm not a quitter."
"If I start something, I have to finish it."
It does not change who you are or make you a better or worse person.
"I'm not a quitter."
"If I start something, I have to finish it."
"Man, those kids loved me!" - as stated by my sister when recounting her recent friend visit to New York. "I think it's because I actually engaged with them."
Indeed, I also think that is the reason she was such a hit with her friends' kids; to whom, until this past weekend, she was a stranger.
How'd it work? Well, she took the time to:
This kid magnet phenomenon - or recipe, rather - got me thinking . . .
Why aren't these same principles applied more often to adults?
It's so easy to be stingy with our time, think we know more than others, and make judgements about experiences or views different than our own.
What if we gave that blueprint a break?
How would our relationships change?
How would we change?
How many times have we heard the saying:
I was getting my backpack ready so I could catch a few of the sun's last rays by the lake before I went to the grocery store after work. And when I looked inside something caught my eye causing me to do a double take.
What's that down there???
Stowaways!!!
Cautiously, I reached my hand in to grab them, afraid they might bite.
But they didn't.
Probably because they were so dehydrated - I could clearly see every wrinkle.
They had to have been down there for at least a week and a half!
Poor little guys. But that's what you get for hopping off the blueberry pint train to avoid becoming a tasty treat.
Huh, this sounds eerily familiar to what happened to their distant cousins, The Grape Brothers. Yeah, Vince and Carlos hopped off their family's vine at the vineyard so they wouldn't become a tasty treat - wine. But wouldn't you know it, they still got eaten - by a lumberjack, no doubt - when he saw them sleeping under a leaf. The logger saw their exhaustion wrinkles and thought they were raisins!
Well, lucky for these former blueberries, they didn't become a tasty treat.
They did however get thrown in to the compost bin. And there's no telling what will happen in there . . .
Oh, hello! I didn't see you there. Don't mind me, I was just casually relaxing in this position, completely un-posed or aware of a camera anywhere near. . .
Please do come in! I've just tidied up.
Why do people carry out acts of altruism? Ask a dozen people and you'll probably get a dozen answers - all with a common thread. A little thing called 'what's in it for me.'