Sometimes, it’s tough enough to make a living as a motivational speaker; the competitors are getting younger and younger!
If he wasn’t born to do this, I don’t know who was! (Watch out fellow National Speakers Association members; we’re in trouble.)
Family History at the Holidays
At four years old, in 1930, with a mop of brown curly hair, bright hazel eyes, and light skin, Ruth Pinsker waited with her family on the side of a slickened Detroit avenue for a cable car they would never ride. Her family was comprised of Zlate and Shmuel “Sam” Pinsker; two immigrants who had recently migrated to the U.S. from Russia; as well as her younger sisters, Mildred; two years old, and the newborn Eleanor; still swaddled in her mother’s arms.
An attorney, driving while heavily under the influence, careened out of control down the boulevard toward Zlate and the kids. Although Sam would have been spared, he instead shoved them out of harm’s way, taking the full broadside in exchange and killed upon impact. Zlate was dragged under the auto’s wheels, breaking several bones. The children — short of emotional trauma — remained untouched.
Video: Suburu TV Ad – Baby Driver
Being a Good Dad
A quick post as a reminder about what it’s like to be a parent. I love the emotional content in this ad, as well as the reminder that, although our kids might look like kids to us, they feel like adults to themselves. It’s important to acknowledge that if we want better relationships with them.
Locus of Control: Who Runs Your Life?
At the very first session I had with my therapist oh so many years ago, the opening question out of my mouth was, “How long will this take?”
Being ever the smart aleck, he replied, “About 50 minutes.”
“No,” I responded. “How long will it take until I am fixed; you know, healed; normal?”
I am not alone when it comes to asking that question. One of the first items we want checked off our “to do list of change” is a date specific that we can mark on our calendar alerting us to the face that – voila – goal achieved! Like a prisoner sentenced to hard labor, we want to know how long until we are free.
From a logical point of view, the process of getting from “here” to “there” is actually pretty exhilarating. We find out about ourselves. We discover what we’re capable of doing. Others compliment and admire us. Life is new; every sunrise provides the option for multiple new adventures, unwrapping more of whom we really are. It would seem that with so much to gain, we would rather linger luxuriously in the progression instead of charge hell-bent for leather to the other side.