Once upon a time a Washerman was bringing up two donkeys.
Let us say Donkey-A and Donkey-B.
Donkey-A felt it was very energetic and could do better than the other. It always tried to pull the washerman's attraction over it by taking more load and walking fast in front of him.
Innocent Donkey-B is normal, so it will walk normal, irrespective of the washerman's presence. After a period of time, Washerman started pressurising Donkey-B to be like Donkey-A. But Donkey-B unable to walk fast, got continuous punishment from washerman. It was crying and told personally to Donkey-A "Dear friend, only we two are here, why to compete with each other....we can carry equal load at normal speed ".
That made Donkey-A all the more energetic and next day it told to washerman that it can carry more load and even it can run fast also.
Obviously happier washerman looked at Donkey-B.., his BP raised and he started kicking Donkey-B. Next day with smile, Donkey-A carried more load and started running fast. But it was breathtaking for Donkey-B and it couldn't act that way....But the washerman was frustrated, so he harassed Donkey-B terribly, and finally it fell down hopelessly.
Then Donkey-A felt itself as a supremo and happily started carrying more load with great speed. But now the Load of the Donkey-B is also being carried by Donkey-A., and still it has to run fast. For some period it did, finally due to fatigue it got tired and started feeling the pain. But washerman expected more from Donkey-A. It also tried best, but couldn't cope up with his owners demand. The Washerman got angry with Donkey-A also and started harassing to take more load... Donkey-A was crying for long time and then tried its best... But it couldn't meet the owner's satisfaction. Finally the day came when due to frustration the washerman killed Donkey-A and went for searching some other Donkeys.
Its an endless story..........
But the moral of the Story in Corporate and social life is......,
"Think all colleagues are same and that everyone is capable.... Always Share the Load equally..... Don't ever act smart in front of your Boss and never try for getting over-credit...
It doesn't matter if you are 'A' or 'B'
For the Boss you shall be always DONKEY
A good story for all of us to follow in our careers and social life
Cookies.
A small boy at summer camp received a large package of cookies in the mail from his mother. He ate a few, then placed the remainder under his bed. The next day, after lunch, he went to his tent to get a cookie. The box was gone.
That afternoon a camp counselor, who had been told of the theft, saw another boy sitting behind a tree eating the stolen cookies. "That young man," he said to himself, "must be taught not to steal."
He returned to the group and sought out the boy whose cookies had been stolen. "Billy," he said, "I know who stole your cookies. Will you help me teach him a lesson?"
"Well, yes--but aren't you going to punish him?" asked the puzzled boy.
"No, that would only make him resent and hate you," the counselor explained. "I want you to call your mother and ask her to send you another box of cookies."
The boy did as the counselor asked and a few days later received another box of cookies in the mail.
"Now," said the counselor, "the boy who stole your cookies is down by the lake. Go down there and share your cookies with him."
"But," protested the boy, "he's the thief."
"I know. But try it--see what happens."
Half an hour later the camp counselor saw the two come up the hill, arm in arm. The boy who had stolen the cookies was earnestly trying to get the other to accept his jackknife in payment for the stolen cookies, and the victim was just as earnestly refusing the gift from his new friend, saying that a few old cookies were not that important anyway.
Permission Granted
She sees a cute guy across the room and asks her friends, “Should I go talk to him?” Yes! Go!
She turns around gazing at herself in the dressing room mirror. “What do you think? Should I buy it? It’s more than I was going to spend.” Yes! You look awesome in that dress!
She hears about a new position opening up in another department and asks her coworkers over lunch, “What do you think? Should I apply for it?” Yes! Do it!
Why do so many of us ask permission in life? Why do we need outside approval to make us feel that it is okay to go after our dreams? It seems like so many of us feel a little guilty, selfish, or arrogant if we give ourselves permission to make big bold moves towards our goals. It is as if the inner critic is asking, “Just who do you think you are?” We need our friends to play the role of cheerleaders and we need them to give us permission to aspire to more. If someone else gives me permission, then I’ll go ahead and do it!
Personal growth is getting to that point in life where you are your own cheerleader; you give yourself permission to dream big and to go after those dreams. There will always be a place in our hearts for dear friends that cheer us on, but knowing that you do not NEED them in order to go after your goals is a powerful thing. Sometimes our friends are busy, out of town, or simply unaware of our needs. You cannot hold yourself back just because there is nobody around to give you permission to move forward.
Did Amelia Earhart need to ask permission? Did Harriet Tubman ask permission? Did Hillary Clinton ask permission? Did Margaret Thatcher ask permission? Did Cher or Madonna ask permission? Did Susan B Anthony ask permission? Did Oprah or Ellen ask permission? The history books are full of women who did great things, entertaining things, fun things, and sometimes very important and controversial things without ever asking permission first.
And the world is full of everyday women that you will never read about in the papers, they will never be famous, they are mothers, employees, sisters, business owners, daughters, and everything else imaginable. And they do small things, big things, brave things, and adventurous things all of the time without asking permission first. Sometimes they fail and sometimes they succeed. They grow, they learn from their mistakes, they inspire others, and they are our everyday heroes. Why not you? Why shouldn’t you be one of those brave women who say, “Why not?” when an opportunity presents itself?
What is it that you need to have happen before you can give yourself permission to be happy, successful, funny, sexy, or whatever else you are waiting for? Do you need somebody to come along and give you permission to be wonderful? Do you need to practice giving yourself permission on a few small issues first? Maybe practice saying, “Yes, I can” on some relatively unimportant topics first? Then as you grow more self-assured, you can give yourself permission to go after some small dreams, then some bigger dreams? Do you need to give yourself permission to fail and to be less than perfect once in awhile so that you won’t feel bad if things don’t work out every single time? Do you need someone to anoint you as “good enough” first and then you will believe it and start giving yourself permission to take chances and go after your dreams?
Start by giving yourself permission to screw up. Then move on to giving yourself permission to succeed once in a while. After that, it gets much easier; most of our efforts fall somewhere in between. As you begin to succeed more often, you will get braver and it won’t be so difficult to take chances and to try new things.
What if nobody ever gives you permission? Will you regret it years from now when you are an old woman? Will you beat yourself up for waiting around for someone else to give you permission? Will you be okay with NEVER living out your dream because you waited for someone else to deem you worthy of achieving it? Don’t you owe it to yourself to at least try?
What if nothing bad happens? What if it turns out okay and you really had no reason to be afraid of taking a chance after all? What if you got yourself all worked up over nothing? What if you stopped yourself from going after your dreams and they were completely obtainable? What if your fears were not based in reality? What if behind the scenes, things were really much easier than you assumed?
And more importantly, what if you are fabulous? What if you were meant to be clever, sassy, inspirational, or brilliant? What if you were meant to succeed and role model confidence and a “can-do” attitude for your friends, your daughters, your sister, or your mother? What if they are waiting to see if you succeed before taking their own frightening first steps towards their goals and dreams? What if you were meant to be amazing?
What if your gift somehow makes the world a better place? What if your small success is a stepping-stone for someone else who is about to do something magnificent? What if he is your prince charming and nobody is around to give you permission to walk up to him and introduce yourself? What if that dress is just the thing to give you more confidence and nobody is around to give you permission to splurge on yourself? What if you are the best person for the job and nobody knows it because you have been playing small and unimportant? Why not you? Why ask permission? Why wait for outside approval? What if it is exhilarating?!
Useless Life.
A farmer got so old that he could not work the fields anymore. So he would spend the day just sitting on the porch. His son, still working the farm, would look up from time to time and see his father sitting there. "He's of no use any more," the son thought to himself, "he doesn't do anything!"
One day the son got so frustrated by this, that he built a wood coffin, dragged it over to the porch, and told his father to get in. Without saying anything, the father climbed inside.
After closing the lid, the son dragged the coffin to the edge of the farm where there was a high cliff. As he approached the drop, he heard a light tapping on the lid from inside the coffin. He opened it up. Still lying there peacefully, the father looked up at his son. "I know you are going to throw me over the cliff, but before you do, may I suggest something?" "What is it?" replied the son. "Throw me over the cliff, if you like," said the father, "but save this good wood coffin. Your children might need to use it."
Too Busy for a friend
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she 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 their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She 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. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"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. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she 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."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's 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," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary"
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 and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists"
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all 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 is too late.
And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.
If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.
If you're "too busy" to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?
The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.
Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.
Tug-O-War.
I attended a seminar where the speaker told a story that really touched me.
A family of three moved to the coast and bought a house on the beach. The only child of this family, really enjoyed snorkeling, so he went out with his friends shortly after the family moved in. The children were swimming and playing, and had no idea of the beast that lurked beneath the water.
Suddenly a 450 pound alligator grabbed the young boy and pulled him underwater. As the other children ran screaming to safety, several neighbors came outside to see what was wrong. Just as the child's mother arrived, she saw her son briefly break free of the alligator. He was racing as fast as he could to safety as his mother reached out for him. He was almost to shore, but the alligator was faster and was gaining on the boy quickly.
Just as the mother reached out and took her son's hand, the alligator grabbed his leg. At this point a tug-o-war began between the mother and the alligator. Finally, the adrenaline in this mother won, and she pulled the boy free of the alligator's jaws. The boy had several lacerations on his head and leg, and had broken many bones in his leg.
These wounds healed, but the boy would never forget the incident.
But when he told his story, he didn't show the scar on his leg or his head where the 450 pound alligator had attacked him. He showed the scars on the back of his hand, where his 95 pound mother had drawn blood with her fingernails pulling him to safety.
What a beautiful reminder of what we can achieve, with love and a good set of nails.
Jenny's Pearl Necklace.
The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.
"Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please!" Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face.
"A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2. If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma." As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her piggy bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores. She went to the neighbor, Mrs. McJames, and asked if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere--Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother had told her that if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you."
"Then may I have your pearls?"
"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess--the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She's my favorite."
"That's okay, honey. Daddy loves you. Good night." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?"
"Daddy, you know I love you."
"Then will you give me your pearls?"
"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper."
"That's okay, Honey. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss. A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?"
Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. When she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, "Here, Daddy. It's for you." With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the prized necklace. With the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case. He handed the handsome velvet case to Jenny and told her, "Thank you for giving me your most prized possession that you even saved for all by yourself. Here Honey, I have this for you also. I wanted to trade you, but I was going to give these to you tonight either way."
As Jenny preyed open the blue velvet box, so nice a thing itself she'd never known, the glistening white sheen of the rich genuine pearls struck her teary eyes.
Remember.......
While Dad was polishing his new car,
his four-yr old son picked up a stone
& scratched lines on the side of the car.
In his anger,
Dad took the child's hand
& hit it many times,
not realizing he was using a wrench,
At the hospital,
his child said, "Dad, when will my fingers grow back?".
Dad was so hurt.
He went back to the car
and kicked it a lot of times.
Sitting back,
he looked at the scratches.
His child wrote: "I LOVE YOU DAD".
ANGER & LOVE have no limits ..............
we never realise when we hurt some one...
its easy hurting ...
and its easy forgiving
but its very hard to forget.....
for the one who's hurt...!!!!
When ever you are angry remember this ........
Father's Day
The Crow
An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.
The father asked his son, " What is this ? "
The son replied , " It is a crow ".
After a few minutes , the father asked his son the 2nd time ," What is this ? "
The son said , " Father , I have just now told you , It's a crow ".
After a little while , the old father again asked his son the 3rd time , " What is this ? "
At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the son's tone when he said to his father with a rebuff. " It's a crow , a crow ".
A little after , the father again asked his son the 4th time , " What is this ? "
This time the son shouted at his father , " Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again , although I have told you so many times " IT IS A CROW ". Are you not able to understand this ?"
A little later the father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his son was born. On opening a page , he asked his son to read that page. When the son read it , the following words were written in the diary :-
" Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window.
My son asked me 23 times what it was , and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a crow.
I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times.
I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child ".
While the little child asked him 23 times " What is this ? ", the father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the father asked his son the same question just 4 times , the son felt irritated and annoyed.
So....
If your parents attain old age , do not repulse them or look at them as a burden , but speak to them a gracious word , be cool , obedient , humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents. From today say this aloud, " I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me. They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make a person presentable in the society today ".
When God Made Fathers
When the good Lord was creating Fathers, he started with a tall frame.
A female angel nearby said, "What kind of a Father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put the Father up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without stooping"
God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a Father's hands, they were large. The angel shook her head and said,"Large hands can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails, or even remove splinters caused from baseball bats."
Again God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets, yet small enough to cup a child's face in them."
Then God molded long slim legs and broad shoulders, "Do you realize you just made a Father without a lap?" The angel chuckled.
God said, "A Mother needs a lap. A Father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, to balance a boy on a bicycle, or to hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."
When God was in the middle of creating the biggest feet any one had ever seen, the angel could not contain herself any longer. "That's not fair. Do you honestly think those feet are going to get out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries, or walk through a birthday party without crushing one or two of the guests?"
God again smiled and said, "They will work. You will see. They will support a small child who wants to ride to Branbury Cross or scare mice away from a summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill." God worked throughout the night, giving the Father few words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remain calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an after thought, He added tears. Then he turned to the angel and said, "Now are you satisfied he can love as much as a Mother can?"
The angel said nothing more.
Scars of LIFE
Some years ago, on a hot summer day, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole that was behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.
He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
In the house, his mother was looking out the window. She saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could.
Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed, and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him.
From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms, just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began a very incredible tug-of-war between the two.
The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go.
A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim, and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. On his arms, there were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh, in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.
The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked the boy if he would show him his scars.
The boy lifted his pant legs. Then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go."
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly, and have caused us deep regret.
But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go.
In the midst of your struggle, He's been right there, holding on to you.
He wants to protect you, and provide for you in every way. But, sometimes, we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril ~ and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That is when the tug-of-war begins. If you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He will not ever let you go.
Pearls of Wisdom
Pearls of Wisdom
Don't love the Heart that hurts you and don't hurt the Heart that loves you.
Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.
Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.
Most people walk in and out of your life, but only friend's leave footprints in your heart.
True friendship "never" ends. Friends are forever.
People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
If we are incapable of finding peace in ourselves, it is pointless to search elsewhere.
The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one
family grow up under the same roof.
A change of heart changes everything.
Our greatest glory is not in ever falling, but in rising every time we fall.
You only live once - but if you work it right, once is enough.
One generation plants trees, and the next enjoys the shade.
It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future, and impossible to live in the past. Nothing is as far away as one
minute ago.
A Judge's Dilemma
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The Hairdryer
A distinguished young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the
Priest beside her,
'Father, may I ask a favor?'
'Of course my child. What may I do for you?'
'Well, I bought an expensive woman's electronic hair dryer for my
mother's birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs
limits, and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it.
Is there any way you could carry it through Customs for
me? Under your robes perhaps?'
The priest answered: 'I would love to help you, dear, but I must
warn you:
I will not lie.'
'With your honest face, Father, no one will question you'
When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her. The
official asked, 'Father, do you have anything to declare?'
'From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to
declare.'
The official thought this answer strange, so asked, 'And what do
you have to declare from your waist to the floor?'
'I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but
which is, to date, unused.'
Roaring with laughter, the official said, 'Go ahead, Father.' Next!
Two old men.....
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Success Comes... When You Turn Indecision and Fear Into Power and Action
“We have nothing to fear but fear itself.”
Franklin Roosevelt
How many times have you had a really great idea or wanted to take a risk and try something new, only to have a little voice inside your head shout:
“It wouldn’t work!” “You couldn’t possibly do that!” or “What a silly idea”.
Everyone, at some point in their lives has listened to their little voice cautioning them against following a certain action. If you frequently question what you do and think, and veer away from making decisions, then you may be stopping yourself from reaching your fullest potential. You may be slowly squeezing the special creative energy and inspiration inside of you that makes you unique, into a tight knot that needs to desperately unravel.
So what motivates that niggly little voice? What is stopping you from making that important decision or trying something new?
One of the most common answers is FEAR. Fear is the greatest single barrier to success in our personnel and professional lives. The emotion of fear is intended to warn us of danger and to act as a cautionary tool. It should make us stop and think before taking action.
The Great Dictator?
What fear should not do is dictate the course of action we take. It should not control our thoughts or relationships with other people, and most importantly, fear should not shape who we are or what we want to achieve in our lives.
On a conscious or subconscious level all of us have felt the impact of fear in our lives. Whether it is the fear of making a decision, the fear of failure, a fear of what other people will think, or the fear of success - the consequences are the same.
If left to fester and control our lives, fear eventually leads us to stop trying new things. Our comfort zone pulls tight around us and is rarely pushed further out than it needs to be. We feel stale, lethargic and wonder what is missing in our lives. Our creative energy is replaced with a survival instinct. On a subconscious level we start to really believe that we are not good-enough, or that there is no way possible that we can achieve something new or take a risk. On a conscious level our body and mind responds to being fed negative statements and responds by firmly stating - “I can’t do it!”
What are you afraid of?
Have you ever wondered just what you are afraid of? What stops you from taking the next step forward that will keep you on the path of achieving your goals?
The reason for most people’s fear is buried deep within themselves. A low level of self-confidence and self-esteem makes us feel unhappy about ourselves. Because our thoughts are based on feelings of inadequacy, we set our boundaries and standards very low and achieve little in our lives.
One of the greatest realizations that you may ever experience in your life is that the emotion of fear is part of being human. It is perfectly normal to experience misgivings and doubts!
Fear will never go away no matter how self-confident or successful we are!
The key to overcoming our fears is to feel good about ourselves and think positively. We can then begin to use the energy that fear creates positively in our lives.
Only then can we turn indecision and fear into power and action.
You'll Get Exactly What You Expect.
I remember a young lady who went to work for a company immediately after graduating from college. She seemed extremely talented but unbelievably timid.
She was assigned to a division-level marketing department where she assisted in the production of advertising and collateral material. Her supervisor associated her shyness with a lack of technical and conceptual skills. As a result, she was never included in brainstorming or planning sessions. The supervisor thought she was best suited to simple graphics layout and paste-up.
Frustrated that her talents were squandered on simple tasks, she applied to the corporate marketing department. The vice-president reviewed her resume and transferred her without interviewing her at length. His concept of the young lady was positive and assigned her to a series of important, key projects. She performed magnificently.
A few months later, the original supervisor was in the vice-president's office admiring the new corporate ad campaign. The project consisted of television and radio commercials, full-page ads for national publications and complete press kits. The supervisor asked, "What kind of a Madison Avenue rain-maker worked this kind of magic?" The VP replied, "This was all completed by that young lady you sent me. That was the best move I ever made!"
This is but one example of the dozens of cases I can document where individuals were literally hobbled by low or incorrect expectations. In many instances, the mind set of a co-worker or supervisor can restrict an employee's ability to become an excellent performer.
This cause-and-effect model applies to all aspects of our lives. The neighbor's young son asked if he could mow my yard. I told him I would talk to his dad first. The father said, "I don't think he can handle a mower. I never let him near mine. Go ahead if you like." I assured him I would watch his son closely and be certain he could handle the equipment safely.
The boy not only knew how to handle the mower, but did such a good job, I asked him to help each week. His dad was amazed. "I never would have guessed," he said. "You should have given him a chance," I suggested.