I was at a women’s gathering where one of the ladies shared
her experience with a recent European vacation.
She and her husband cruised the Danube and took an extra week to visit
sights they had always wanted to see. It
was the trip of a lifetime.
Then, on the flight home, they were upgraded to first
While sipping champagne and reveling in the extra room, she shared with the group how her mind drifted briefly to the giant credit card bill waiting upon her return. Then she thought of the sights, the sounds and the encounters with ...
Our mission in this lifetime is to discover our own special way of gathering, connecting and sharing the dots that are within our reach. You apply your own special sauce in whatever medium fits you best.
When someone lends a hand, everyone operates from the place of gratitude. The person in need knows their situation will change and they come to you for help with that process. Disaster can strike without warning, and we are all better when we step in to help.
Sometimes, though, helplessness becomes a way of life, and they are, instead, “helpless.” They’ve ingrained the habit
I don’t remember where I picked up that phrase, nor who
coined it. It’s probably the punchline
to a tired old joke.
But I can tell you, it is one handy way to help you recognize
I remember a former co-worker of mine. I’ll call her Mary. She is a loving mother and grandmother. Her son is a pretty good guy, but he married
Longtime readers know I’m from an impossibly huge family. I have 8 sisters and 4 brothers, along with cousins, aunts, and uncles galore. We recently gathered in Michigan
I coached a client a few weeks ago who was not feeling well. She had respiratory issues and had been sniffing and coughing for 2 weeks.
During our coaching, it really didn’t matter what question I asked, everything boiled down to how sick she was. She believed