Once upon a time, there was a brat named Phil T. Rich.
He grew up with everything a kid could want. He had every gadget imaginable, a house that rivaled the Disney castle, and parents who gave him free rein to do whatever he wanted.
Unfortunately, his parents were rarely around for him –– they had high-powered jobs, you know. And when they weren’t working “killer hours,” they were off to the club to play golf and trade gossip with friends. (more…)
Sadly, I’ve always been a better lesson learner after having been whacked by a cosmic two-by-four. A recent health scare prompted me to hit my personal “pause button,” focus, and rethink where I’m headed in this second act of life for me.
Because of a unanticipated turn of financial fate, my friend has been forced to abandon her dream path and return to a full-time job.
Yesterday she asked me to help her not lose sight of her dream, to not let her get caught in the work-a-day business world vortex and disappear into a swirl of reports, bottom line analyses, and singular focus on climbing the corporate ladder.
She wants me to help her remember that success carries many definitions.
Several times over the last few months, I’ve either been a participant in, or observer to, situations in which an individual felt free to lash out with a personal attack when faced with a point of view they didn’t support. They went directly to the I am right and you are wrong space.
Their actions, comments, and responses certainly flew in the face of Aristotle’s debate counsel in Rhetoric that one must make one’s case without meanness.(more…)