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Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Communicate “Why’s” as well as “What’s”lo
Excerpt from Building Commitment at Work
Communicate “Why’s” as well as “What’s”
If you’re like most people, there’s a good chance that sometime in the past you’ve committed a de-motivating, yet all too common, mistake: telling people what to do without explaining why it needs to be done.
Perhaps the mistake was unintentional on your part – you just didn’t think before issuing your directive. Or maybe it was intentional – and justified in your mind with a rationalization such as: They don’t need to know why … I don’t have to explain my decisions … I don’t have time to list all the reasons. Either way, it was still a mistake … and a clear demonstration that you had forgotten how lousy it felt when others had done the very same thing to you.
So why was it a mistake? Because it borders on childlike treatment (“Do it because I said so!”) which tends to produce anger, resentment, and half-hearted effort. More importantly, it’s a squandered opportunity to get people on-board with, and committed to, what needs to be accomplished.
Here’s a good rule of thumb to guide your future actions: Unless it will violate a legitimate need for confidentiality, always tell people the good reasons for doing what you want done. That’s your WHAT. Your WHY? Because it’s the appropriate way to deal with adults, it produces positive results, and it’s a courtesy that’s simply the right thing to do.
And one more thing …
If you ever find that you can’t come up with good reasons for acting, stop worrying about others’ commitment and start questioning the action, itself!
If you ever find that you can’t come up with good reasons for acting, stop worrying about others’ commitment and start questioning the action, itself!
Human Nature 101
Adults are more likely to be committed to actions
and behaviors when they understand the
good reasons behind them.
Adults are more likely to be committed to actions
and behaviors when they understand the
good reasons behind them.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Thank you for being a friend
The Story of Mark Eklund (A True Story) by Sister Helen Mrosla
He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary’s School in Morris, Minnesota. All thirty-four of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, he had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful.
Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving. “Thank you for correcting me, Sister!” I didn’t know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.
One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice teacher’s mistake. I looked at Mark and said, “If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!” It wasn’t ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, “Mark is talking again.” I hadn’t asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it. I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer, and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark’s desk, tore off two pieces of tape, and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark’s desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, “Thank you for correcting me, Sister.”
At the end of the year, I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it, Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instruction in the “new math,” he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in third. One Friday, things just didn’t feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves, and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, “Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend.” That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and Iisted what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday, I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” I heard whispered. “I never knew that meant anything to anyone!” “I didn’t know others liked me so much.” No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.
That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip, the weather, my experiences in general. There was a lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, “Dad?” My father cleared his throat, as he usually did before saying something important. “The Eklunds called last night,” he began. “Really?” I said. “I haven’t heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is.” Dad responded quietly. “Mark was killed in Vietnam,” he said. “The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend.” To this day, I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark.
I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, “Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me.” The church was packed with Mark’s friends. Chuck’s sister sang “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water. I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to me. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. “Mark talked about you a lot,” he said.
After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates headed to Chuck’s farmhouse for lunch. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. “We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. “They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.” Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded, and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him. “Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see, Mark treasured it.” Mark’s classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. I keep it in the top drawer of my desk at home.” Chuck’s wife said, “Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.” “I have mine too—in my diary,” Marilyn said. Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet, and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said without batting an eyelash. “I think we all saved our lists.” That’s when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all of his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for that they are special and important. Tell them, before it’s too late.
First Blond Guy Joke!!
The first blonde guy joke?
The very first ever Blonde GUY joke..... And well worth the wait!
An Irishman , a Mexican and a Blonde Guy were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.
They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, 'Corned beef and cabbage! If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I'm going to jump off this building.'
The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, 'Burritos again! If I get burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too.'
The blonde opened his lunch and said, ' Bologna again! If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I'm jumping too..'
The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage, and jumped to his death.
The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too.
The blonde guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his death as well.
At the funeral, the Irishman's wife was weeping. She said, 'If I'd known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!'
The Mexican's wife also wept and said, 'I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much.'
(Oh this is GOOD!!)
Everyone turned and stared at the blonde's wife. The blonde's wife said, 'Don't look at me. The idiot makes his own lunch.'
The very first ever Blonde GUY joke..... And well worth the wait!
An Irishman , a Mexican and a Blonde Guy were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.
They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, 'Corned beef and cabbage! If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I'm going to jump off this building.'
The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, 'Burritos again! If I get burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too.'
The blonde opened his lunch and said, ' Bologna again! If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I'm jumping too..'
The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage, and jumped to his death.
The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too.
The blonde guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his death as well.
At the funeral, the Irishman's wife was weeping. She said, 'If I'd known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!'
The Mexican's wife also wept and said, 'I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much.'
(Oh this is GOOD!!)
Everyone turned and stared at the blonde's wife. The blonde's wife said, 'Don't look at me. The idiot makes his own lunch.'
Monday, May 3, 2010
belly buster
This is subtle and high class !!!! read to end...and hold ur belly !
Santa Singh, who had recently arrived in the US, wanted to earn some money.
Santa Singh, who had recently arrived in the US, wanted to earn some money.
He decided to become a 'handy-man' and started looking for some work in an up market locality nearby.
He noticed that a beautiful bungalow belonged to an Indian family.
He noticed that a beautiful bungalow belonged to an Indian family.
He went there and asked the owner, if he had any odd jobs for him to do.
"Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?" the owner asked.
Santa responded, "How about $ 20?"
The owner said "Fine, there's a can of brown paint and brushes in the garage."
The owner's wife, inside the house, overhearing the conversation asked her husband,
"Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?" the owner asked.
Santa responded, "How about $ 20?"
The owner said "Fine, there's a can of brown paint and brushes in the garage."
The owner's wife, inside the house, overhearing the conversation asked her husband,
"Does he realize that the porch goes all around the house? That's a whole day's job."
The man replied, "He should; he was standing on it.
The man replied, "He should; he was standing on it.
Plus, he's an enterprising Sardar. Do you think he's dumb?"
"No, I don't think so. I guess I'm just influenced by those stupid Sardar e-mail jokes we keep receiving."
A short time later, Santa came to the door and asked for $ 20.
"You've finished already?" the husband asked.
"Yes," he replied, "and there was paint left over, so I gave it two coats."
Impressed, the man reached into his pocket for the money and handed it to him.
"And by the way," Santa Singh added, "it's not a Porch, it's a BMW..
wham !
"No, I don't think so. I guess I'm just influenced by those stupid Sardar e-mail jokes we keep receiving."
A short time later, Santa came to the door and asked for $ 20.
"You've finished already?" the husband asked.
"Yes," he replied, "and there was paint left over, so I gave it two coats."
Impressed, the man reached into his pocket for the money and handed it to him.
"And by the way," Santa Singh added, "it's not a Porch, it's a BMW..
wham !
ENJOY THE GAME - WHAT CAR DO YOU OWN? ANY PAINTING WORK ? WE''LL BE GLAD TO DO IT FOR YOU
Long live Bachelors !!!!
YOUR SMILE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND._._._ .MAKE IT SOME ONE ELSE'S TOO !
BE HAPPY,IT'S ONE WAY OF BEING WISE,
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