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My Response to an Apology

Apology accepted. No worries – our culture is obsessed with perfection.

I’m convinced that everyone is faking it most of the time. True teamwork spans not just team members within your own daily circle of knowledge but all people you happen to come into contact with. Greatness is on the outer boundaries of our experience, waiting for us to admit our failures and shortcomings. Once we kill our pride and move that outer boundary closer to our center, we become truly great by empowering a fellow human being to step into a role they are wonderfully skilled to fulfill.

Hope your week gets better!

– Tim

 

Image: By Aleks G (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

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Poetry

Last Train Out

I’m in the last seat, on the last car
On the last train out, from the middle of here
I’ve left my bundle of worries, there at the station
On the platform, beside my little black heart

The conductor comes by, and tells the passengers
“You’d better have your tickets out and ready
Or we’ll throw you right off this here train.”
So I pat, paw, and dig around, and then… panic

I’m in the last seat, on the last car
I’m gonna get thrown off, I won’t get far
Right as I get up to go and hide, a Tall Stranger
Appears beside me, “Here you go, friend.”

I’m in the last seat, on the last car
Clutching my ticket, holding it tight.
I’m looking at a man, who gave up his
Gave it to me, and I don’t understand

When all of a sudden, just as he’s grabbed
Like a bolt, I know the truth, the awful truth
He had but one ticket, and gave it to me
And I realize this, as he’s taken away.

I get up to follow, everything is blurred
I hear the conductor say, “Just throw him off!”
So they threw the Stranger off my train
And I watched him bounce and roll, and roll

I kept watching as we clacked out of sight
And before I lost view, his body stopped
Still, and silent, and I knew exactly the price
The Tall Stranger had paid, back there on the tracks.

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Dreaming Dream Dreamers

(a Christmas poem)

It takes a fight to push back against the internal night
And a sacrifice to smile and stay in the fight
When hope lives near the raggedy edge of despairs
Leave the day’s failures behind and put my foot to the stairs

Step forward and up, with a deep breath; take score:
Four children and wife… Put my hand to the door
A push and I’m in where the air is ablaze and alight
Quick, shut the door to keep out the black night

Each one is a dreamer, each one is alive
Every single wonderful person inside
And they are all simply lovely, these people of mine
Each one is enthralling, like expensive fine wine

And each dreaming dream dreamer has their head in a cloud
With their thoughts and ideas, and it makes me feel proud
Kids! Kids! Kids!!! I must start by kissing your mother!
Her lips are fantastic… I must smooch! I must smother!

Goodness! Now that that’s over and done,
Let me hear of your day and all you’ve become
Tell me all that you’ve learned and the ideas you’ve had
I bet they’re all good – not a single one bad

Because all of you dreaming dream dreamers must know
I love you more now than I could possibly show.

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Inspire People to be Great Don’t Demand It

I’ve heard there are troubles of more than one kind; some come from ahead, and some come from behind. But I’ve brought a big bat. I’m all ready, you see; now my troubles are going to have troubles with me! – Dr. Seuss

I texted that to my (almost) 10 year-old boy this morning.

He replied, “why did you say that?”

I said, “To encourage you to be GREAT today!”

He replied with a billion smiley faces:

😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

He’s the sort of person (as am I) who, when facing a challenge, needs someone to enthusiastically  tell him YOU CAN DO IT!

And I know without seeing him that he’s 20 feet taller, 20 years wiser and 20 times more excited about his school day than he was before.

 

Mission accomplished.