<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924</id><updated>2024-09-10T15:34:55.165-07:00</updated><category term="Communism"/><category term="cartons"/><category term="free market"/><category term="supermarket"/><title type='text'>Interesting stories from around the world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-6235728904070436327</id><published>2012-01-13T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:13:58.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fourth wise man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot; style=&quot;margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:10pt;font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt;font-family:&amp;#39;Monotype Corsiva&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt&quot;&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN-BOTTOM:0pt;BACKGROUND:white;MARGIN-LEFT:7.15pt;MARGIN-RIGHT:7.15pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt;font-family:&amp;#39;Monotype Corsiva&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;By: Marguerite Theophil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt;font-family:&amp;#39;Monotype Corsiva&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN-BOTTOM:0pt;BACKGROUND:white;MARGIN-LEFT:7.15pt;MARGIN-RIGHT:7.15pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.5pt;font-family:&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoMv4oWHHtyejOKxvlYxIyNthuesw8y-g2h7Rn5eKCw7wNDe0g_76KsOL2q7r21ZF6olrBuFzGxgpIgagTwI699YK8nTvdmA4YtIJUsPenXkGPfKqSv3kQKSrKwyURAffpxnTW05hJkA/s1600/image001-738408.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoMv4oWHHtyejOKxvlYxIyNthuesw8y-g2h7Rn5eKCw7wNDe0g_76KsOL2q7r21ZF6olrBuFzGxgpIgagTwI699YK8nTvdmA4YtIJUsPenXkGPfKqSv3kQKSrKwyURAffpxnTW05hJkA/s320/image001-738408.jpg&quot;  border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697135127688324098&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.5pt;font-family:&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;We have heard of the &lt;b&gt;Three Wise Men&lt;/b&gt; who went to see the Christ-child in Bethlehem, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;;COLOR:#632423&quot;&gt;according to a 19th century story by Henry van Dyke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;;COLOR:#632423&quot;&gt;there was a fourth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;, writes MARGUERITE THEOPHIL&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;In the mountains of ancient Persia, lived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;;COLOR:#632423&quot;&gt;Artaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;, whose study of the planets and the stars led him to predict the birth of the King of Kings. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;He sold his house and every possession and purchased &lt;b&gt;a large sapphire blue&lt;/b&gt; as a fragment of the night sky, &lt;b&gt;a flawless ruby redder&lt;/b&gt;  than a ray of sunrise, and a &lt;b&gt;lustrous pearl&lt;/b&gt; as pure as the peak of a snow mountain at twilight — which he intended to carry as tribute to the King. He then set out for Jerusalem where he had arranged to meet up with three other wise men, or Magi, to find the newborn. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;After many weeks of difficult travel and frustrating delays, one night, he saw a man lying on the road. His haggard face, pallid skin and laboured breathing, bore the mark of the deadly fever. But, as he turned to leave, the man begged for help.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Artaban hesitated. If he lingered to minister to a dying stranger even for an hour, he could miss his three friends. But if he left now, the man would surely die. He turned to the sick man and carefully attended to him, &lt;b&gt;leaving with him all that he had left of bread and wine, and his store of healing herbs. &lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I have nothing to give you in return,&quot; said the grateful man, &quot;…only this: our prophets have  decreed that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;;COLOR:#984806&quot;&gt;Messiah will be born in Bethlehem, not in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;. May the Lord bring you in safety to that place, because you had pity upon the sick.&lt;var&gt;&lt;/var&gt;&quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;When he reached the meeting place, he received only this message: &quot;We can delay no longer. Follow us across the desert.&quot; Artaban backtracked to Babylon, &lt;b&gt;sold the sapphire&lt;/b&gt;, and bought a train of camels, and provisions for the journey. He arrived at Bethlehem with his remaining ruby and pearl offerings, but it was three whole days after the three other wise men had found Mary, Joseph and Jesus, and had laid gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh at the baby&#39;s feet.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;In a little cottage, he met a woman with her son, who told him Joseph had taken his wife and child and fled secretly that very night; Herod was slaying all male  children, afraid the promised &#39;King&#39; would claim his throne. As she spoke, there was uproar in the streets as Herod&#39;s soldiers searched each home to kill any male children they found. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The terrified young mother clasped her child to her. But Artaban rushed to the doorway and &lt;b&gt;held out the ruby to the soldier&lt;/b&gt;, who snatched it eagerly. &quot;March on!&quot; he commanded his men, &quot;there is no child here.&quot; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Artaban sighed: &quot;Now two of my gifts are gone. I have spent for man that which was meant for God. Shall I ever be worthy to see the face of the King?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But the woman, weeping for joy, said gently: &quot;Because you have saved the life of my little one, &lt;b&gt;may the Lord bless you and keep you and give you peace&lt;/b&gt;.&quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arbatan wandered for 33 years in search&lt;/b&gt; of the little family from Bethlehem. Worn and weary, ill now, and ready to die, but still looking for the King, he had come for the last time to Jerusalem.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;;COLOR:#632423&quot;&gt;Hearing of a great person who was to be put to death that very day, and hearing of his life and teachings, Artaban realised this was indeed his &#39;King&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;, but as he made his way to Golgotha, hoping his priceless pearl could buy the great one&#39;s release, he saw a troop of soldiers marching down the street, dragging a young girl in chains. &quot;Have pity on me; save me! I am to be sold as a slave.&quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The fourth wise man knew what he must do. He took the pearl from his bosom. Never had it seemed so luminous and radiant as it was now. &lt;b&gt;He exchanged the girl&#39;s freedom for the pearl&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;;COLOR:#7030a0&quot;&gt;His grief at not being able to see the &#39;&lt;b&gt;King&#39;&lt;/b&gt; caused him to collapse, but in his half-conscious state he heard a gentle yet compelling voice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;Monotype Corsiva&amp;#39;;COLOR:#006600;FONT-SIZE:15pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;Monotype Corsiva&amp;#39;;COLOR:red;FONT-SIZE:14pt&quot;&gt;Verily, I say unto thee, inasmuch as thou hast done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren, thou hast done it unto me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;;COLOR:red&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;;COLOR:red&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;Monotype Corsiva&amp;#39;;COLOR:#c00000;FONT-SIZE:13pt&quot;&gt;His journey had ended…...!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;;COLOR:#c00000;FONT-SIZE:9pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;Monotype Corsiva&amp;#39;;COLOR:#c00000;FONT-SIZE:13pt&quot;&gt;His treasures were accepted. The fourth Wise Man had indeed found the King!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR:#c00000;FONT-SIZE:9pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY:&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;;COLOR:#002060&quot; lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/6235728904070436327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2012/01/fourth-wise-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/6235728904070436327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/6235728904070436327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2012/01/fourth-wise-man.html' title='The fourth wise man!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoMv4oWHHtyejOKxvlYxIyNthuesw8y-g2h7Rn5eKCw7wNDe0g_76KsOL2q7r21ZF6olrBuFzGxgpIgagTwI699YK8nTvdmA4YtIJUsPenXkGPfKqSv3kQKSrKwyURAffpxnTW05hJkA/s72-c/image001-738408.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-2033183934881994839</id><published>2011-12-07T22:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:11:02.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longing is the return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt;&quot;One night a man was crying &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt;God! God!&quot;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt;His lips grew sweet with praising, until a cynic said, &quot;So! I have heard you calling out, but have you ever gotten any response?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color:#000;background-color:#fff;font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom:14.85pt;line-height:15.15pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt; The man had no answer to that. He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom:14.85pt;line-height:15.15pt&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt; He dreamed he saw Prophet Khidr,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:5.5pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt;38 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt;the guide of souls&quot;, in a garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;margin-right:40.1pt;margin-bottom:14.85pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt;&quot;Why did you stop praising God?&quot;, Khidr asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-right:40.1pt;margin-bottom:14.85pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt;&quot;Because I didn&#39;t hear anything back&quot;, the man replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-right:92.0pt;margin-bottom:14.85pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt;&quot;The longing you express is the return message.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;margin-right:89.85pt;margin-bottom:14.85pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt; The grief  you cry out from draws you toward union. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-right:129.0pt;margin-bottom:14.85pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt; Your pure sadness that wants help is the secret cup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;margin-right:22.6pt;margin-bottom:14.85pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt; Listen to the moan of a dog for its master. That whining is the connection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;margin-right:84.6pt;margin-bottom:14.85pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt; There are love dogs no one knows the names of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11.0pt;color:#002060&quot;&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#002060&quot;&gt; Give your life to be one of them.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#002060&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#002060&quot;&gt;                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;margin-left:3.0in;text-indent:.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#002060&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;;color:#002060&quot;&gt;~ Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/2033183934881994839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/12/longing-is-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/2033183934881994839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/2033183934881994839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/12/longing-is-return.html' title='The Longing is the return'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-7502145651811991289</id><published>2011-10-28T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T22:24:39.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reconciling Truth and Maya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3366ff&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;times new roman,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;In response to questions by the devotee Natananandar (D) on nature of Self-Realization, Bhagavan Ramana (B) replies:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color:rgb(0, 0, 0)&quot;&gt;D: If this is the nature of moksha (union with Brahman alone), why do some scriptures connect it with the body and say that the individual soul can attain liberation only when it does not leave the body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;B: It is only if bondage is real that liberation and the nature of its experiences have to be considered. So far as the Self is concerned, it has really no bondage in any of the four states. As bondage is merely a verbal assumption according to the emphatic proclamation of the Vedanta system, how can the question of liberation, which depends upon the question of bondage, arise when there is no bondage? Without knowing this truth, to enquire into the nature of bondage and liberation, is like enquiring into the non-existent height, color etc. of a barren woman&amp;#39;s son or the horns of the hare. &lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:rgb(0, 0, 0)&quot;&gt;D:  If that is so, do not the descriptions of bondage and release found in the scriptures become irrelevant and untrue? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;B: No, they do not. On the contrary, the delusion of bondage fabricated by ignorance from time immemorial can be removed only by knowledge, and for this purpose the term &amp;#39;liberation&amp;#39; (mukti) has been usually accepted. That is all. &lt;u&gt;The fact that the characteristics of liberation are described in different ways proves that they are imaginary.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:rgb(0, 0, 0)&quot;&gt;D: If that is so, are not all efforts such as study (sravana), reflection (manana) etc. useless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;B: No, they are not. &lt;u&gt;The firm conviction that there is neither bondage nor liberation is the supreme purpose of all efforts&lt;/u&gt;. As this purpose of seeing boldly, through direct experience, that bondage and liberation do not exist, cannot be achieved except with the aid of the aforesaid practices, these efforts are useful.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/7502145651811991289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/10/reconciling-truth-and-maya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/7502145651811991289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/7502145651811991289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/10/reconciling-truth-and-maya.html' title='reconciling Truth and Maya'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-9184585849494383406</id><published>2011-07-21T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T07:57:54.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt; &lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt; &lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;A successful business man was growing old and&lt;br&gt;knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business.&lt;br&gt;Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children,&lt;br&gt;he decided to do something different. He called all the young&lt;br&gt; executives in his company together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He said, &amp;quot;It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO.&lt;br&gt;I have decided to choose one of you. &amp;quot;The young executives were&lt;br&gt;Shocked, but the boss continued. &amp;quot;I am going to give each one&lt;br&gt; of you a SEED today - one very special SEED. I want you to plant&lt;br&gt;the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with&lt;br&gt;what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then&lt;br&gt;judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be&lt;br&gt; the next CEO.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others,&lt;br&gt;received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the&lt;br&gt;story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted&lt;br&gt; the seed. Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had&lt;br&gt;grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began&lt;br&gt;to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew.&lt;br&gt; Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing.&lt;br&gt;By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn&amp;#39;t have&lt;br&gt;a plant and he felt like a failure.&lt;br&gt;Six months went by -- still nothing in Jim&amp;#39;s pot. He just knew he&lt;br&gt; had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but&lt;br&gt;he had nothing. Jim didn&amp;#39;t say anything to his colleagues, however.&lt;br&gt;He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil - He so wanted the&lt;br&gt;seed to grow.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company&lt;br&gt;brought their plants to the CEO for inspection.&lt;br&gt;Jim told his wife that he wasn&amp;#39;t going to take an empty pot.&lt;br&gt;But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick&lt;br&gt; to his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment&lt;br&gt;of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot&lt;br&gt;to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety&lt;br&gt;of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful --&lt;br&gt; in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and&lt;br&gt;many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young&lt;br&gt;executives.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jim just tried to hide in the back. &amp;quot;My, what great plants, trees,&lt;br&gt; and flowers you have grown,&amp;quot; said the CEO. &amp;quot;Today one of you will&lt;br&gt;be appointed the next CEO!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with&lt;br&gt;his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring him to&lt;br&gt; the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, &amp;quot;The CEO knows I&amp;#39;m a&lt;br&gt;failure! Maybe he will have me fired!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened&lt;br&gt;to his seed - Jim told him the story.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim,&lt;br&gt;and then announced to the young executives, &amp;quot;Behold your next&lt;br&gt;Chief Executive Officer!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His name is Jim!&amp;quot; Jim couldn&amp;#39;t believe it. Jim couldn&amp;#39;t even grow&lt;br&gt; his seed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;How could he be the new CEO?&amp;quot; the others said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then the CEO said, &amp;quot;One year ago today, I gave everyone in this&lt;br&gt;room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it,&lt;br&gt;and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds;&lt;br&gt; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and&lt;br&gt;flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you&lt;br&gt;substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the&lt;br&gt; only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with&lt;br&gt;my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new&lt;br&gt;Chief Executive Officer!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* If you plant honesty, you will reap trust&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* If you plant goodness, you will reap friends&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;* If you plant humility, you will reap greatness&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* If you plant hard work, you will reap success&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;* If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, be careful what you plant now;&lt;br&gt;it will determine what you will reap later..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Whatever You Give To Life, Life Gives You Back&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;The best way to predict the future is to create it.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;           (  Peter Ferdinand Drucker  )&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/9184585849494383406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/07/seed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/9184585849494383406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/9184585849494383406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/07/seed.html' title='The Seed'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-5068100696864258890</id><published>2011-06-13T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:18:36.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS COMES FROM GIVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;yiv1232698518MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt;A rich lady went to visit a counselor to seek out happiness. The counselor instead of counseling her directly, called over the old lady who cleaned the office floors. The counselor then said to the rich lady &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m going to ask Mary here  to tell you how she found happiness. All I want you to do is listen to her.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;yiv1232698518MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;yiv1232698518MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt;So the old cleaning woman put down her broom and sat on a chair and told her story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;yiv1232698518MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Well, my husband died of malaria and three months later my only son was killed by a car. I had nobody... I had nothing left. I couldn&amp;#39;t sleep, I couldn&amp;#39;t eat, I never smiled at anyone, I even thought of taking my own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;yiv1232698518MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;yiv1232698518MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt;Then one evening a little kitten followed me home from work. Somehow I felt sorry for that kitten. It was cold outside, so I decided to let the kitten in. I got it some milk and the kitten licked the plate clean. Then it purred and rubbed against my leg and for the first time in months, I smiled. Then I stopped to think, if helping a little kitten could make me smile, maybe doing something for people could make me happy. So the next day I baked some biscuits and took them to a neighbor who was sick in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;yiv1232698518MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;yiv1232698518MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt;Every day I tried to do something nice for someone. It made me so happy to see them happy. Today, I don&amp;#39;t know of anybody who sleeps and eats better than I do. I&amp;#39;ve found happiness, by giving it to others.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;yiv1232698518MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;yiv1232698518MsoNormal&quot; id=&quot;yui_3_2_0_3_1307906248506537&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_2_0_3_1307906248506536&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt;When she heard that, the rich lady cried...! She had everything that money could buy, but she had lost the things which money cannot buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/5068100696864258890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/06/happiness-comes-from-giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/5068100696864258890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/5068100696864258890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/06/happiness-comes-from-giving.html' title='HAPPINESS COMES FROM GIVING'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-4337231317193200770</id><published>2011-05-11T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:10:52.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When someone gives you an answer that is different from what you expect…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;trebuchet ms,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;When someone gives you an answer that is different from what you expect…&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;A teacher teaching Maths to seven-year-old Arnav asked him, &amp;quot;If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?&amp;quot; Within seconds Arnav replied confidently, &amp;quot;Four!&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;The dismayed teacher was expecting an effortless correct answer (three).  She was disappointed.  &amp;quot;Maybe the child did not listen properly,&amp;quot; she thought.  She repeated, &amp;quot;Arnav, listen carefully.  If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;      &lt;br&gt;Arnav had seen the disappointment on his teacher&amp;#39;s face.  He calculated again on his fingers. His search for the answer was not for the correct one, but the one that will make his teacher happy.  This time hesitatingly he replied, &amp;quot;Four…&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;The disappointment stayed on the teacher&amp;#39;s face.  She remembered that Arnav liked strawberries.  She thought maybe he doesn&amp;#39;t like apples and that is making him lose focus.  This time with an exaggerated excitement and twinkling in her eyes she asked, &amp;quot;If I give you one strawberry and one strawberry and one strawberry, then how many you will have?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;        &lt;br&gt;Seeing the teacher happy, young Arnav calculated on his fingers again.  There was no pressure on him, but a little on the teacher.  She wanted her new approach to succeed.  With a hesitating smile young Arnav enquired, &amp;quot;Three?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;The teacher now had a victorious smile.  Her approach had succeeded. Once again she asked him, &amp;quot;Now if I give you one apple and one apple and one more apple how many will you have?&amp;quot; Promptly Arnav answered, &amp;quot;Four!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;The teacher was aghast.  &amp;quot;How Arnav, how?&amp;quot; she demanded in a little stern and irritated voice. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;In a voice that was low and hesitating, young Arnav replied, &amp;quot;Because I already have one apple in my bag.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;When someone gives you an answer that is different from what you expect. Don&amp;#39;t think they are wrong. There maybe an angle that you have not understood at all. You will have to listen and understand, but never listen with a predetermined notion.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Note:: From the ISKBLR1 Google Groups mailing list&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/4337231317193200770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-someone-gives-you-answer-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/4337231317193200770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/4337231317193200770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-someone-gives-you-answer-that-is.html' title='When someone gives you an answer that is different from what you expect…'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-955343105979417919</id><published>2011-05-11T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:07:53.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law of Garbage Truck - by David J. Pollay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;How often do you let other people&#39;s nonsense change your mood?  Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day?  Unless you&#39;re the Terminator, you&#39;re probably set back on your heels.  However, the mark of your success is how quickly you can refocus on what&#39;s important in your life. Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson.  And I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here&#39;s what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station.  We were driving in the right lane when all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us.  My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, the car skidded, the tires squealed, and at the very last moment our car stopped just one inch from the other car&#39;s back-end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;I couldn&#39;t believe it.  But then I couldn&#39;t believe what happened next.  The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us.  How do I know?  Ask any New Yorker, some words in New York come with a special face.  And for emphasis, he threw in a one finger salute, as if his words were not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;But then here&#39;s what really blew me away.  My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was friendly.  So, I said, &quot;Why did you just do that!?  This guy could have killed us!&quot;  And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, &quot;The Law of the Garbage Truck™.&quot;  He said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;Many people are like garbage trucks.  They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment.  As their garbage piles up, they look for a place to dump it.  And if you let them, they&#39;ll dump it on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;So when someone wants to dump on you, don&#39;t take it personally.  Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.  Believe me.  You&#39;ll be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;So I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me?  And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the street?  It was then that I said, &quot;I don&#39;t want their garbage and I&#39;m not going to spread it anymore.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;I began to see Garbage Trucks.  Like in the movie &quot;The Sixth Sense,&quot; the little boy said, &quot;I see Dead People.&quot;  Well now &quot;I see Garbage Trucks.&quot;  I see the load they&#39;re carrying.  I see them coming to dump it.  And like my taxi driver, I don&#39;t take it personally; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;One of my favourite football players of all time is Walter Payton.  Every day on the football field, after being tackled, he would jump up as quickly as he hit the ground.  He never dwelled on a hit.  Payton was ready to make the next play his best.  Over the years the best players from around the world in every sport have played this way:  Tiger Woods, Nadia Comaneci, Muhammad Ali, Bjorn Borg, Chris Evert, Michael Jordan, and Pele are just some of those players.  And the most inspiring leaders have lived this way:  Nelson Mandela, Mother Theresa, Gandhi, and Martin Luther King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;See, Roy Baumeister, a psychology researcher from Florida State University, found in his extensive research that &lt;b&gt;you remember bad things more often than good things&lt;/b&gt; in your life.  You store the bad memories more easily, and you recall them more frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;So the odds are against you when a Garbage Truck comes your way.  But when you follow The Law of the Garbage Truck™, you take back control of your life.  You make room for the good by letting go of the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;The best leaders know that they have to be ready for their next meeting.  The best sales people know that they have to be ready for their next client.  And the best parents know that they have to be ready to welcome their children home from school with hugs and kisses, no matter how many garbage trucks they might have faced that day.  All of us know that we have to be fully present, and at our best for the people we care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage Trucks take over their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;What about you?  What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass you by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s my bet:  You&#39;ll be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;You have a choice.  Make it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10pt&quot;&gt;Have a Garbage Free Day! ™&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/955343105979417919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/05/law-of-garbage-truck-by-david-j-pollay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/955343105979417919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/955343105979417919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/05/law-of-garbage-truck-by-david-j-pollay.html' title='The Law of Garbage Truck - by David J. Pollay'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-1983158024528576372</id><published>2011-03-30T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T13:12:26.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your belief window</title><content type='html'>Quoted from  the &lt;b class=&quot;gmail_sendername&quot;&gt;Gems of Wisdom&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto:iskblr1@gmail.com&quot;&gt;iskblr1@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt; mailing list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;trebuchet ms,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Your belief window&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;We don&#39;t see things as they are; we see things as we are. You may not be aware of this little-known but highly important part of your person that affects many of the decisions you make and how you behave in different situations. It is your Belief Window.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;You cannot actually see your Belief Window because it&#39;s invisible, but we all have one. It is figuratively attached to your head and hangs in front of your face. Every time you move, that window goes with you. You look at the world through it, and what you see is filtered back to you through it.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Your Belief Window is always there with you, filtering what you see - the oceans of data and information helping you make sense of the world around you. It influences the way you perceive others, the way you read situations, and the feelings you have about yourself. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;The tricky thing about the Belief Window is that you have placed perceptions on it which you believe are absolutely true, whether they reflect reality or not. For example, your experiences and social feedback may have caused you to believe that you are smart, stupid, beautiful, ugly, competent, incompetent, creative, or dull - regardless of whether they are true. And because you believe them you unquestioningly act as though they are. That&#39;s why changing our behavior is sometimes such a difficult task.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Until we realize that we view the world through our Belief Windows and that it constantly filters our experiences, we will continue to think that we see life &quot;as it really is.&quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the most important things we can do is to make sure our Belief Window is as clear as possible and truly reflects the reality. This may be the most difficult thing to do. You will probably have to swallow your pride, and admit that you do have a Belief Window that affects much of what you do, and recognize that some of the things you&#39;ve placed on it are incorrect. In doing so, you will have achieved the critical first step in freeing yourself from erroneous self-ideas that may be impeding your progress.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/1983158024528576372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-belief-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/1983158024528576372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/1983158024528576372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-belief-window.html' title='Your belief window'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-1495338561666131159</id><published>2011-02-21T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:21:15.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes are opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; &quot;&gt;This is a story about a famous research scientist who had made several very important medical breakthroughs. He was being interviewed by a newspaper reporter who asked him why he thought he was able to be so much more creative than the average person. What set him so far apart from others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; font-family: &amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, &amp;#39;new york&amp;#39;, times, serif; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; font-family: &amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, &amp;#39;new york&amp;#39;, times, serif; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;He responded that, in his opinion, it all came from an experience with his mother that occurred when he was about two years old. He had been trying to remove a bottle of milk from the refrigerator when he lost his grip on the slippery bottle and it fell, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor—a veritable sea of milk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; font-family: &amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, &amp;#39;new york&amp;#39;, times, serif; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; font-family: &amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, &amp;#39;new york&amp;#39;, times, serif; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;When his mother came into the kitchen, instead of yelling at him, giving him a lecture, or punishing him, she said, &amp;quot;Robert, what a great and wonderful mess you have made! I have rarely seen such a huge puddle of milk. Well, the damage has already been done. Would you like to get down and play in the milk for a few minutes before we clean it up?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; font-family: &amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, &amp;#39;new york&amp;#39;, times, serif; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; font-family: &amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, &amp;#39;new york&amp;#39;, times, serif; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Indeed, he did. After a few minutes, his mother said, &amp;quot;You know, Robert, whenever you make a mess like this, eventually you have to clean it up and restore everything to its proper order. So, how would you like to do that? We could use a sponge, a towel, or a mop. Which do you prefer?&amp;quot; He chose the sponge and together they cleaned up the spilled milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; font-family: &amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, &amp;#39;new york&amp;#39;, times, serif; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; font-family: &amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, &amp;#39;new york&amp;#39;, times, serif; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;His mother then said, &amp;quot;You know, what we have here is a failed experiment in how to effectively carry a big milk bottle with two tiny hands. Let&amp;#39;s go out in the back yard and fill the bottle with water and see if you can discover a way to carry it without dropping it.&amp;quot; The little boy learned that if he grasped the bottle at the top near the lip with both hands, he could carry it without dropping it. What a wonderful lesson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; font-family: &amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, &amp;#39;new york&amp;#39;, times, serif; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; font-family: &amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, &amp;#39;new york&amp;#39;, times, serif; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;This renowned scientist then remarked that it was at that moment that he knew he didn&amp;#39;t need to be afraid to make mistakes. Instead, he learned that mistakes were just opportunities for learning something new, which is, after all, what scientific experiments are all about. Even if the experiment &amp;quot;doesn&amp;#39;t work,&amp;quot; we usually learn something valuable from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/1495338561666131159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/02/mistakes-are-opportunities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/1495338561666131159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/1495338561666131159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/02/mistakes-are-opportunities.html' title='Mistakes are opportunities'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-4078670580370093555</id><published>2011-02-10T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T06:59:49.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose your battles wisely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif&quot;&gt;&quot;Choose your battles wisely&quot; is important in living a happy and contented life. It suggests that life is filled with opportunities to choose between making a big deal out of something or simply letting it go, realizing it doesn&#39;t really matter. If you choose your battles wisely, you&#39;ll be far more effective in winning those that are truly important.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Certainly there will be times when you will want or need to argue, confront, or even fight for something you believe in. Many people, however, argue, confront, and fight over practically anything, turning their lives into a series of battles over relatively small issues. There is so much frustration in living this type of life that you lose track of what is truly relevant.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;The tiniest disagreement or glitch in your plans can be made into a big deal if your goal (conscious or unconscious) is to have everything work out in your favor. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The truth is, life is rarely exactly the way we want it to be, and other people often don&#39;t act as we would like them to. Moment to moment, there are aspects of life that we like and others that we don&#39;t. There are always going to be people who disagree with you, people who do things differently, and things that don&#39;t work out. If you fight against this principle of life, you&#39;ll spend most of your life fighting battles.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;A more peaceful way to live is to decide consciously which battles are worth fighting and which are better left alone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/4078670580370093555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/02/choose-your-battles-wisely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/4078670580370093555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/4078670580370093555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/02/choose-your-battles-wisely.html' title='Choose your battles wisely'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-8795653020576286037</id><published>2011-01-27T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:11:51.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A higher power is at work in our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;A higher power is at work in our lives&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;The worst had happened - everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;God, how could you do this to me?&amp;quot; he cried.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;How did you know I was here?&amp;quot; asked the weary man of his rescuers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We saw your smoke signal&amp;quot;, they replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s easy to get discouraged sometimes when things appear to be going badly. But we shouldn&amp;#39;t lose heart, because a higher power is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. &lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground, it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of that higher power.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/8795653020576286037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/01/higher-power-is-at-work-in-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/8795653020576286037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/8795653020576286037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/01/higher-power-is-at-work-in-our-lives.html' title='A higher power is at work in our lives'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-5401911533683061981</id><published>2011-01-19T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:29:02.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations and Frustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms,sans-serif;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Expectations and Frustrations&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We have to understand the link between our expectations and our frustration levels. Whenever we expect something to be a certain way and it isn&#39;t we&#39;re upset and we suffer. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;On the other had, when we let go of our expectations, when you accept life as it is, we&#39;re free. To hold on is to be serious and uptight. To let go is to lighten up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A good exercise is to try to approach a single day without expectations. Don&#39;t expect people to be friendly. When they&#39;re not, you won&#39;t be surprised or bothered. If they are, you&#39;ll be delighted. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Don&#39;t expect your day to be problem free. Instead, as problems come up, say to yourself, &quot;Ah, another hurdle to overcome.&quot; As you approach your day in this manner you&#39;ll notice how graceful life can be. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rather than fighting against life, pretty soon, with practice, you&#39;ll lighten up your entire life. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/5401911533683061981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/01/expectations-and-frustrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/5401911533683061981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/5401911533683061981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2011/01/expectations-and-frustrations.html' title='Expectations and Frustrations'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-5394965176290121757</id><published>2011-01-02T23:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T06:59:40.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fantastic message from Sri Sri this new year -&amp;nbsp; Jan 1st/2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The year gone by has taught us many lessons; what we should be doing and what we should not. Every pain that we went through in 2010 brought us some depth, and all the joy and pleasure gave us a new vision of life and hope for the future. Welcome 2011 with a genuine smile, and reflect the true sign of the prosperity that lies inside. Here are 11 ways to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;1) Identify your limitations:&lt;/b&gt; Every time you are unhappy or miserable, you are just coming in touch with your own boundaries! It is a test of the moment, when you come in touch with your limitations, your boundaries. Turn the whole situation into a prayer. Just feel thankful and say, &quot;My Lord, You made me aware of my boundaries.&amp;nbsp; You bring peace.&amp;nbsp; I am giving it all to You.&quot; That very moment you will start smiling. However hopeless the situation is, you will walk through it, sing through it, dance through it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2) Feel that &quot;I am blessed&quot;:&lt;/b&gt; There is so much talk about success. Have you ever thought what success is? Success is simply ignorance about one&#39;s capabilities, about the power of the self. Because you assume you can do only this much. If you feel the obstacle is too much, deep prayer can work miracles. Know that failures are stepping stones for greater success. &amp;nbsp;The feeling that &quot;I am blessed&quot; can help you overcome any failure. Once you realise that you are blessed, then all the complaints, grumbling, insecurities, a sense of not being loved or wanting love disappears. There is a saying: Behind every successful man is a woman. I will modify this to- Behind every success there is the Divine saying &quot;I am behind you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;3) Implement changes if needed:&lt;/b&gt; Sorrow simply means that viveka (discrimination) is overshadowed. Viveka means knowing that everything is changing. Your body, your emotions, the people around you and the world-everything is changing. Time and again you have to awaken to this reality. You are often fearful of change. You know there is a need for change to improve your life, but you feel secure in the old pattern. You have to see whether that gives you short-term joy and misery in the long run or short-time pain and joy in the long run. So, use your intelligence and have the courage to implement changes whenever it is necessary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4) Communicate effectively:&lt;/b&gt; Learning to communicate effectively with everyone is a skill worth possessing. Communicating without prejudice is vital for success. If you are faced with someone who knows more than you, be like a child and keep your ears and eyes open for learning. If you are faced with someone who knows less than you, be humble and strive to make them as good as or better than you. Play with a small child as you played when you were a child. Talk with an elderly person remembering that one day you will be like that. Communicate with a person of your age group like you are his/her best friend. When you are centred, you become a powerful communicator. And when your communication improves, your life improves&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;5) Don&#39;t be afraid to make mistakes:&lt;/b&gt; Your knowledge of a mistake comes to you when you are innocent! Mistakes of the past are past. When this knowledge comes, you are again perfect. Knowledge of the self, truth and skills can bring out the best in you. So, don&#39;t be afraid to make mistakes, but don&#39;t repeat the same mistakes. You have got to be innovative even in your mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6) Do not lose your friends:&lt;/b&gt; To correct mistakes you need authority and love. Authority and love seem to be contradictory, but in reality they are not. Authority without love is stifling. Love without authority is shallow.&amp;nbsp; When you allow room for mistakes, you can be both authoritative and sweet. That is how the Divine is, the right balance of both. A magnanimous person will not pick on the mistakes of others and make them feel guilty; he will correct them with compassion and care.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;7) Have a sense of humour:&lt;/b&gt; You are endowed with certain naughtiness as a child. Keep it alive. Humour will grease all tough situations. One who has humour can sail through any conflict. Humour is the buffer that saves you from humiliation. If you refuse to be humiliated, you become invincible. Humour brings everyone together, while humiliation tears them apart. In a society torn with humiliation and insult, humour is like a breath of fresh air. Humour should be coupled with care and concern because humour without wisdom is shallow. Humour is not just words; it is the lightness of your being.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8) Dream the impossible:&lt;/b&gt; Unless you have a dream, you cannot realise it. Every invention has come out of a dream.&amp;nbsp; Dream the impossible. We are all born in this world to do something wonderful and unique so give yourself the freedom to dream and think big. Have the courage and determination to achieve those dreams that are dear to you. Many a time people who dreamt big were ridiculed, but they remained strong to achieve their goals. Do something creative. Not a year should pass without doing something creative.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;9) Overcome your prejudice:&lt;/b&gt; Your prejudice against gender, religion, caste and class does not allow you to mingle with everyone around you.&amp;nbsp; Often, you don&#39;t sit with people who are not economically or socially at par with you. You have to learn to break that barrier. Also, there is age prejudice. Teenagers don&#39;t like to have fun with elderly people and vice versa. Gender prejudice is more prevalent in rural areas. Caste and Religious prejudice is well known. There are good people and bad people in every community, religion and every section of society. Don&#39;t be prejudiced against them.&amp;nbsp; At the same time don&#39;t be shy about your identity. When you overcome prejudice, you will be very natural, and your quality of life will improve.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;10) Better the world around you:&lt;/b&gt; Today, most people are confused because there is no direction in life. The way to overcome personal misery is to share universal misery! The way to expand personal joy is to share universal joy. Instead of thinking &quot;what about me?&quot; and &quot;what can I gain from this world?&quot;, think &quot;what can I do for the world?&quot; Make a commitment to make this world a better place to live. Greater the commitment you take, greater the energy, power and resources will come to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;11) Compare your performance: &lt;/b&gt;As we flip the calendar, we need to keep flipping our mind as well. Often, our diaries are full with memories. See that you don&#39;t fill your future dates with past events. Allow the space for creativity to dawn. Turn back and remember the whole year. Do not run away from anything. Do not reject anything. Do not go away from anything. At the same time, let your attention be on the self. This is a delicate balance. Review the year while you celebrate. Learn and unlearn from the past, and move on.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Let the New Year bring into our life a determination to create a violence-free, stress-free society. Don&#39;t feel shy to speak about human and spiritual values. Take this decision: &quot;Whatever happens I will be grounded, I will never go down. God&#39;s protection is there on me.&quot; Keep your mind in peace in all situations. The rest will be taken care of. May your life be filled with peace, joy and happiness! Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;
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It means that you mean what you say, feel what you profess, are earnest in your will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; face=&quot;&amp;#39;arial black&amp;#39;, sans-serif&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; face=&quot;&amp;#39;arial black&amp;#39;, sans-serif&quot;&gt;Because sincerity is so rare a virtue in the world, one must bow down before it  with respect when one meets it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;font class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; face=&quot;&amp;#39;arial black&amp;#39;, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;font class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; face=&quot;&amp;#39;arial black&amp;#39;, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;cid:81C@goomoji.gmail&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; &quot; goomoji=&quot;81C&quot;&gt;[Sri Aurobindo and the Holy Mother]&lt;img src=&quot;cid:B68@goomoji.gmail&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; &quot; goomoji=&quot;B68&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/576534954158287014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/12/sincerity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/576534954158287014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/576534954158287014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/12/sincerity.html' title='Sincerity'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-6759274852316079462</id><published>2010-12-21T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:29:22.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing humility – Do not try to prove yourself to others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms,sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Practice humility – Do not try to prove yourself to others&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Humility and inner peace go hand in hand. The less compelled you are to try to prove yourself to others, the easier it is to feel peaceful inside.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Proving yourself is a dangerous trap. It takes an enormous amount of energy to be continually pointing out your accomplishments, bragging, or trying to convince others of your worth as a human being. Pride and arrogance actually dilutes the positive feelings you receive from an accomplishment or something you are proud of. To make matters worse, the more you try to prove yourself, the more others will avoid you, talk behind your back about your insecure need to boast, and perhaps even dislike you. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Ironically, however, the less you care about seeking approval, the more approval you seem to get. People are drawn to those with a quiet, inner confidence, people who don&#39;t need to make themselves look good, be &quot;right&quot; all the time, or steal the glory. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Most people love a person who doesn&#39;t need to show-off, a person who shares from his or her heart and not from his or her ego. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/6759274852316079462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/12/practicing-humility-do-not-try-to-prove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/6759274852316079462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/6759274852316079462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/12/practicing-humility-do-not-try-to-prove.html' title='Practicing humility – Do not try to prove yourself to others'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-7890636180063459055</id><published>2010-12-20T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:36:47.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear with an open mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hear with an open mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nan-in, a Japanese master received a university professor who came to inquire about the Absolute Truth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor&#39;s cup full, and then kept on pouring.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. &quot;It is overfull. No more will go in!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;Like this cup,&quot; Nan-in said, &quot;you are full of your own opinions and  speculations. How can I show you the Absolute Truth unless you first  empty your cup?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hence it’s very important when we hear or take association from  seniors; we go with an empty cup and hear with an open mind, keeping  aside our own opinions and speculations.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/7890636180063459055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/12/hear-with-open-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/7890636180063459055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/7890636180063459055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/12/hear-with-open-mind.html' title='Hear with an open mind'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-5126443491962256667</id><published>2010-11-18T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:53:22.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ubuntu</title><content type='html'>    &amp;quot;A person with ubuntu is open and available to others, affirming of others, does not feel threatened that others are able and good, for he or she has a proper self-assurance that comes from knowing that he or she belongs in a greater whole and is diminished when others are humiliated or diminished, when others are tortured or oppressed.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;                              Archbishop Desmond Tutu&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/5126443491962256667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/11/ubuntu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/5126443491962256667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/5126443491962256667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/11/ubuntu.html' title='ubuntu'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-2000529445753242590</id><published>2010-11-16T21:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:01:47.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We get back what we give</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms,sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;We get back what we give&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A little boy got angry with his mother and shouted at her, &amp;quot;I hate you, I hate you.&amp;quot; Because of fear of reprimand, he ran out of the house. He went up to the valley and shouted, &amp;quot;I hate you, I hate you,&amp;quot; and the echo returned, &amp;quot;I hate you, I hate you.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Having never heard an echo before, he was scared, and ran to his mother for protection. He said there was a bad boy in the valley who shouted &amp;quot;I hate you, I hate you&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The mother understood and she asked her son to go back and shout, &amp;quot;I love you, I love you&amp;quot;. The little boy went and shouted, &amp;quot;I love you, I love you,&amp;quot; and back came the echo. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;That taught the little boy a lesson: Our life is like an echo. We get back what we give.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/2000529445753242590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-get-back-what-we-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/2000529445753242590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/2000529445753242590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-get-back-what-we-give.html' title='We get back what we give'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-1212142730496103029</id><published>2010-08-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:17:27.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 3 wishes of Alexander the Great</title><content type='html'>There is very instructive incident involving the life of Alexander,&lt;br/&gt;the great Greek king. Alexander, after conquering many kingdoms, was&lt;br/&gt;returning home. On the way, he fell ill and it took him to his death&lt;br/&gt;bed. With death staring him in his face, Alexander realized how his&lt;br/&gt;conquests, his great army, his sharp sword and all his wealth were of&lt;br/&gt;no consequence.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He now longed to reach home to see his mother’s face and bid her his&lt;br/&gt;last adieu. But, he had to accept the fact that his sinking health&lt;br/&gt;would not permit him to reach his distant homeland. So, the mighty&lt;br/&gt;conqueror lay prostrate and pale, helplessly waiting to breathe his&lt;br/&gt;last. He called his generals and said, “I will depart from this world&lt;br/&gt;soon, I have three wishes, please carry them out without fail.” With&lt;br/&gt;tears flowing down their cheeks, the generals agreed to abide by their&lt;br/&gt;king’s last wishes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“My first desire is that,” said Alexander, “My physicians alone must&lt;br/&gt;carry my coffin.” After a pause, he continued, “Secondly, I desire&lt;br/&gt;that when my coffin is being carried to the grave, the path leading to&lt;br/&gt;the graveyard be strewn with gold, silver and precious stones which I&lt;br/&gt;have collected in my treasury.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“The king felt exhausted after saying this. He took a minute’s rest&lt;br/&gt;and continued. “My third and last wish is that both my hands be kept&lt;br/&gt;dangling out of my coffin.”The people who had gathered there wondered&lt;br/&gt;at the king’s strange wishes. But no one dare bring the question to&lt;br/&gt;their lips.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Alexander’s favorite general kissed his hand and pressed them to his&lt;br/&gt;heart. “O king, we assure you that your wishes will all be fulfilled.&lt;br/&gt;But tell us why do you make such strange wishes?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At this Alexander took a deep breath and said: “I would like the world&lt;br/&gt;to know of the three lessons I have just learnt. I want my physicians&lt;br/&gt;to carry my coffin because people should realize that no doctor can&lt;br/&gt;really cure any body. They are powerless and cannot save a person from&lt;br/&gt;the clutches of death. So let not people take life for granted.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The second wish of strewing gold, silver and other riches on the way&lt;br/&gt;to the graveyard is to tell People that not even a fraction of gold&lt;br/&gt;will come with me. I spent all my life earning riches but cannot take&lt;br/&gt;anything with me. Let people realize that it is a sheer waste of time&lt;br/&gt;to chase wealth.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And about my third wish of having my hands dangling out of the&lt;br/&gt;coffin, I wish people to know that I came empty handed into this world&lt;br/&gt;and empty handed I go out of this world.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Alexander’s last words: “Bury my body, do not build any monument,&lt;br/&gt;keep my hands outside so that the world knows the person who won the&lt;br/&gt;world had nothing in his hands when dying“.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With these words, the king closed his eyes. Soon he let death conquer&lt;br/&gt;him and breathed his last.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/1212142730496103029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-3-wishes-of-alexander-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/1212142730496103029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/1212142730496103029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-3-wishes-of-alexander-great.html' title='The last 3 wishes of Alexander the Great'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-3399987458558763519</id><published>2010-08-24T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:17:27.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop blaming others</title><content type='html'>Stop blaming others&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Blaming has become extremely common in our culture. On a personal level, it has led us to believe that we are never completely responsible for our own actions, problems, or happiness. When we are in the habit of blaming others, we will blame others for our anger, frustration, depression, stress, and unhappiness.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In terms of personal happiness, you cannot be peaceful while at the same time blaming others. Surely there are times when other people and/or circumstances contribute to our problems, but it is we who must rise to the occasion and take responsibility for our own happiness.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As an experiment, notice what happens when you stop blaming others for anything and everything in your life. This doesn&#39;t mean you don&#39;t hold people accountable for their actions, but that you hold yourself accountable for your own happiness and for your reactions to other people and the circumstances around you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Blaming others takes an enormous amount of mental energy. It&#39;s a &amp;quot;drag-me-down&amp;quot; mind-set that creates stress and disease. Blaming makes you feel powerless over your own life because your happiness is dependent on the actions and behavior of others, which you can&#39;t control.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When you stop blaming others, you will regain your sense of personal power. You will see yourself as a choice maker. You will know that when you are upset, you are playing a key role in the creation of your own feelings. This means that you can also play a key role in creating new, more positive feelings. Life is easier to manage when you stop blaming others.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/3399987458558763519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/08/stop-blaming-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/3399987458558763519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/3399987458558763519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/08/stop-blaming-others.html' title='Stop blaming others'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-1344527986644749148</id><published>2010-08-02T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:17:27.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvard Business School Professor.- how will one measure one&amp;#39;s life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How Will You Measure Your Life?&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;a href=&quot;http://hbr.org/search/Clayton+M.+Christensen/0/author&quot;&gt;Clayton M. Christensen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editor’s Note: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the members of the class of 2010 entered business school, the economy was strong and their post-graduation ambitions could be limitless. Just a few weeks later, the economy went into a tailspin. They’ve spent the past two years recalibrating their worldview and their definition of success.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;The students seem highly aware of how the world has changed (as the sampling of views in this article shows). In the spring, Harvard Business School’s graduating class asked HBS professor Clay Christensen to address them—but not on how to apply his principles and thinking to their post-HBS careers. The students wanted to know how to apply them to their personal lives. He shared with them a set of guidelines that have helped him find meaning in his own life. Though Christensen’s thinking comes from his deep religious faith, we believe that these are strategies anyone can use. And so we asked him to share them with the readers of HBR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Before I published &lt;a href=&quot;http://hbr.org/product/innovator-s-dilemma-when-new-technologies-cause-gr/an/5851-HBK-ENG&quot;&gt;The Innovator’s Dilemma&lt;/a&gt;, I got a call from Andrew Grove, then the chairman of Intel. He had read one of my early papers about disruptive technology, and he asked if I could talk to his direct reports and explain my research and what it implied for Intel. Excited, I flew to Silicon Valley and showed up at the appointed time, only to have Grove say, “Look, stuff has happened. We have only 10 minutes for you. Tell us what your model of disruption means for Intel.” I said that I couldn’t—that I needed a full 30 minutes to explain the model, because only with it as context would any comments about Intel make sense. Ten minutes into my explanation, Grove interrupted: “Look, I’ve got your model. Just tell us what it means for Intel.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I insisted that I needed 10 more minutes to describe how the process of disruption had worked its way through a very different industry, steel, so that he and his team could understand how disruption worked. I told the story of how Nucor and other steel minimills had begun by attacking the lowest end of the market—steel reinforcing bars, or rebar—and later moved up toward the high end, undercutting the traditional steel mills.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When I finished the minimill story, Grove said, “OK, I get it. What it means for Intel is...,” and then went on to articulate what would become the company’s strategy for going to the bottom of the market to launch the Celeron processor.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’ve thought about that a million times since. If I had been suckered into telling Andy Grove what he should think about the microprocessor business, I’d have been killed. But instead of telling him what to think, I taught him how to think—and then he reached what I felt was the correct decision on his own.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That experience had a profound influence on me. When people ask what I think they should do, I rarely answer their question directly. Instead, I run the question aloud through one of my models. I’ll describe how the process in the model worked its way through an industry quite different from their own. And then, more often than not, they’ll say, “OK, I get it.” And they’ll answer their own question more insightfully than I could have.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My class at HBS is structured to help my students understand what good management theory is and how it is built. To that backbone I attach different models or theories that help students think about the various dimensions of a general manager’s job in stimulating innovation and growth. In each session we look at one company through the lenses of those theories—using them to explain how the company got into its situation and to examine what managerial actions will yield the needed results.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the last day of class, I ask my students to turn those theoretical lenses on themselves, to find cogent answers to three questions: First, how can I be sure that I’ll be happy in my career? Second, how can I be sure that my relationships with my spouse and my family become an enduring source of happiness? Third, how can I be sure I’ll stay out of jail? Though the last question sounds lighthearted, it’s not. Two of the 32 people in my Rhodes scholar class spent time in jail. Jeff Skilling of Enron fame was a classmate of mine at HBS. These were good guys—but something in their lives sent them off in the wrong direction.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As the students discuss the answers to these questions, I open my own life to them as a case study of sorts, to illustrate how they can use the theories from our course to guide their life decisions.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One of the theories that gives great insight on the first question—how to be sure we find happiness in our careers—is from Frederick Herzberg, who asserts that the powerful motivator in our lives isn’t money; it’s the opportunity to learn, grow in responsibilities, contribute to others, and be recognized for achievements. I tell the students about a vision of sorts I had while I was running the company I founded before becoming an academic. In my mind’s eye I saw one of my managers leave for work one morning with a relatively strong level of self-esteem. Then I pictured her driving home to her family 10 hours later, feeling unappreciated, frustrated, underutilized, and demeaned. I imagined how profoundly her lowered self-esteem affected the way she interacted with her children. The vision in my mind then fast-forwarded to another day, when she drove home with greater self-esteem—feeling that she had learned a lot, been recognized for achieving valuable things, and played a significant role in the success of some important initiatives. I then imagined how positively that affected her as a spouse and a parent. My conclusion: Management is the most noble of professions if it’s practiced well. No other occupation offers as many ways to help others learn and grow, take responsibility and be recognized for achievement, and contribute to the success of a team. More and more MBA students come to school thinking that a career in business means buying, selling, and investing in companies. That’s unfortunate. Doing deals doesn’t yield the deep rewards that come from building up people.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I want students to leave my classroom knowing that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Create a Strategy for Your Life&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A theory that is helpful in answering the second question—How can I ensure that my relationship with my family proves to be an enduring source of happiness?—concerns how strategy is defined and implemented. Its primary insight is that a company’s strategy is determined by the types of initiatives that management invests in. If a company’s resource allocation process is not managed masterfully, what emerges from it can be very different from what management intended. Because companies’ decision-making systems are designed to steer investments to initiatives that offer the most tangible and immediate returns, companies shortchange investments in initiatives that are crucial to their long-term strategies.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Over the years I’ve watched the fates of my HBS classmates from 1979 unfold; I’ve seen more and more of them come to reunions unhappy, divorced, and alienated from their children. I can guarantee you that not a single one of them graduated with the deliberate strategy of getting divorced and raising children who would become estranged from them. And yet a shocking number of them implemented that strategy. The reason? They didn’t keep the purpose of their lives front and center as they decided how to spend their time, talents, and energy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It’s quite startling that a significant fraction of the 900 students that HBS draws each year from the world’s best have given little thought to the purpose of their lives. I tell the students that HBS might be one of their last chances to reflect deeply on that question. If they think that they’ll have more time and energy to reflect later, they’re nuts, because life only gets more demanding: You take on a mortgage; you’re working 70 hours a week; you have a spouse and children.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For me, having a clear purpose in my life has been essential. But it was something I had to think long and hard about before I understood it. When I was a Rhodes scholar, I was in a very demanding academic program, trying to cram an extra year’s worth of work into my time at Oxford. I decided to spend an hour every night reading, thinking, and praying about why God put me on this earth. That was a very challenging commitment to keep, because every hour I spent doing that, I wasn’t studying applied econometrics. I was conflicted about whether I could really afford to take that time away from my studies, but I stuck with it—and ultimately figured out the purpose of my life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Had I instead spent that hour each day learning the latest techniques for mastering the problems of autocorrelation in regression analysis, I would have badly misspent my life. I apply the tools of econometrics a few times a year, but I apply my knowledge of the purpose of my life every day. It’s the single most useful thing I’ve ever learned. I promise my students that if they take the time to figure out their life purpose, they’ll look back on it as the most important thing they discovered at HBS. If they don’t figure it out, they will just sail off without a rudder and get buffeted in the very rough seas of life. Clarity about their purpose will trump knowledge of activity-based costing, balanced scorecards, core competence, disruptive innovation, the four Ps, and the five forces.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My purpose grew out of my religious faith, but faith isn’t the only thing that gives people direction. For example, one of my former students decided that his purpose was to bring honesty and economic prosperity to his country and to raise children who were as capably committed to this cause, and to each other, as he was. His purpose is focused on family and others—as mine is.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The choice and successful pursuit of a profession is but one tool for achieving your purpose. But without a purpose, life can become hollow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Allocate Your Resources&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Your decisions about allocating your personal time, energy, and talent ultimately shape your life’s strategy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have a bunch of “businesses” that compete for these resources: I’m trying to have a rewarding relationship with my wife, raise great kids, contribute to my community, succeed in my career, contribute to my church, and so on. And I have exactly the same problem that a corporation does. I have a limited amount of time and energy and talent. How much do I devote to each of these pursuits?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Allocation choices can make your life turn out to be very different from what you intended. Sometimes that’s good: Opportunities that you never planned for emerge. But if you misinvest your resources, the outcome can be bad. As I think about my former classmates who inadvertently invested for lives of hollow unhappiness, I can’t help believing that their troubles relate right back to a short-term perspective.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When people who have a high need for achievement—and that includes all Harvard Business School graduates—have an extra half hour of time or an extra ounce of energy, they’ll unconsciously allocate it to activities that yield the most tangible accomplishments. And our careers provide the most concrete evidence that we’re moving forward. You ship a product, finish a design, complete a presentation, close a sale, teach a class, publish a paper, get paid, get promoted. In contrast, investing time and energy in your relationship with your spouse and children typically doesn’t offer that same immediate sense of achievement. Kids misbehave every day. It’s really not until 20 years down the road that you can put your hands on your hips and say, “I raised a good son or a good daughter.” You can neglect your relationship with your spouse, and on a day-to-day basis, it doesn’t seem as if things are deteriorating. People who are driven to excel have this unconscious propensity to underinvest in their families and overinvest in their careers—even though intimate and loving relationships with their families are the most powerful and enduring source of happiness.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you study the root causes of business disasters, over and over you’ll find this predisposition toward endeavors that offer immediate gratification. If you look at personal lives through that lens, you’ll see the same stunning and sobering pattern: people allocating fewer and fewer resources to the things they would have once said mattered most.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Create a Culture&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There’s an important model in our class called the Tools of Cooperation, which basically says that being a visionary manager isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s one thing to see into the foggy future with acuity and chart the course corrections that the company must make. But it’s quite another to persuade employees who might not see the changes ahead to line up and work cooperatively to take the company in that new direction. Knowing what tools to wield to elicit the needed cooperation is a critical managerial skill.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The theory arrays these tools along two dimensions—the extent to which members of the organization agree on what they want from their participation in the enterprise, and the extent to which they agree on what actions will produce the desired results. When there is little agreement on both axes, you have to use “power tools”—coercion, threats, punishment, and so on—to secure cooperation. Many companies start in this quadrant, which is why the founding executive team must play such an assertive role in defining what must be done and how. If employees’ ways of working together to address those tasks succeed over and over, consensus begins to form. MIT’s Edgar Schein has described this process as the mechanism by which a culture is built. Ultimately, people don’t even think about whether their way of doing things yields success. They embrace priorities and follow procedures by instinct and assumption rather than by explicit decision—which means that they’ve created a culture. Culture, in compelling but unspoken ways, dictates the proven, acceptable methods by which members of the group address recurrent problems. And culture defines the priority given to different types of problems. It can be a powerful management tool.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In using this model to address the question, How can I be sure that my family becomes an enduring source of happiness?, my students quickly see that the simplest tools that parents can wield to elicit cooperation from children are power tools. But there comes a point during the teen years when power tools no longer work. At that point parents start wishing that they had begun working with their children at a very young age to build a culture at home in which children instinctively behave respectfully toward one another, obey their parents, and choose the right thing to do. Families have cultures, just as companies do. Those cultures can be built consciously or evolve inadvertently.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you want your kids to have strong self-esteem and confidence that they can solve hard problems, those qualities won’t magically materialize in high school. You have to design them into your family’s culture—and you have to think about this very early on. Like employees, children build self-esteem by doing things that are hard and learning what works.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Avoid the “Marginal Costs” Mistake&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We’re taught in finance and economics that in evaluating alternative investments, we should ignore sunk and fixed costs, and instead base decisions on the marginal costs and marginal revenues that each alternative entails. We learn in our course that this doctrine biases companies to leverage what they have put in place to succeed in the past, instead of guiding them to create the capabilities they’ll need in the future. If we knew the future would be exactly the same as the past, that approach would be fine. But if the future’s different—and it almost always is—then it’s the wrong thing to do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This theory addresses the third question I discuss with my students—how to live a life of integrity (stay out of jail). Unconsciously, we often employ the marginal cost doctrine in our personal lives when we choose between right and wrong. A voice in our head says, “Look, I know that as a general rule, most people shouldn’t do this. But in this particular extenuating circumstance, just this once, it’s OK.” The marginal cost of doing something wrong “just this once” always seems alluringly low. It suckers you in, and you don’t ever look at where that path ultimately is headed and at the full costs that the choice entails. Justification for infidelity and dishonesty in all their manifestations lies in the marginal cost economics of “just this once.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’d like to share a story about how I came to understand the potential damage of “just this once” in my own life. I played on the Oxford University varsity basketball team. We worked our tails off and finished the season undefeated. The guys on the team were the best friends I’ve ever had in my life. We got to the British equivalent of the NCAA tournament—and made it to the final four. It turned out the championship game was scheduled to be played on a Sunday. I had made a personal commitment to God at age 16 that I would never play ball on Sunday. So I went to the coach and explained my problem. He was incredulous. My teammates were, too, because I was the starting center. Every one of the guys on the team came to me and said, “You’ve got to play. Can’t you break the rule just this one time?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’m a deeply religious man, so I went away and prayed about what I should do. I got a very clear feeling that I shouldn’t break my commitment—so I didn’t play in the championship game.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In many ways that was a small decision—involving one of several thousand Sundays in my life. In theory, surely I could have crossed over the line just that one time and then not done it again. But looking back on it, resisting the temptation whose logic was “In this extenuating circumstance, just this once, it’s OK” has proven to be one of the most important decisions of my life. Why? My life has been one unending stream of extenuating circumstances. Had I crossed the line that one time, I would have done it over and over in the years that followed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The lesson I learned from this is that it’s easier to hold to your principles 100% of the time than it is to hold to them 98% of the time. If you give in to “just this once,” based on a marginal cost analysis, as some of my former classmates have done, you’ll regret where you end up. You’ve got to define for yourself what you stand for and draw the line in a safe place.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Remember the Importance of Humility&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I got this insight when I was asked to teach a class on humility at Harvard College. I asked all the students to describe the most humble person they knew. One characteristic of these humble people stood out: They had a high level of self-esteem. They knew who they were, and they felt good about who they were. We also decided that humility was defined not by self-deprecating behavior or attitudes but by the esteem with which you regard others. Good behavior flows naturally from that kind of humility. For example, you would never steal from someone, because you respect that person too much. You’d never lie to someone, either.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It’s crucial to take a sense of humility into the world. By the time you make it to a top graduate school, almost all your learning has come from people who are smarter and more experienced than you: parents, teachers, bosses. But once you’ve finished at Harvard Business School or any other top academic institution, the vast majority of people you’ll interact with on a day-to-day basis may not be smarter than you. And if your attitude is that only smarter people have something to teach you, your learning opportunities will be very limited. But if you have a humble eagerness to learn something from everybody, your learning opportunities will be unlimited. Generally, you can be humble only if you feel really good about yourself—and you want to help those around you feel really good about themselves, too. When we see people acting in an abusive, arrogant, or demeaning manner toward others, their behavior almost always is a symptom of their lack of self-esteem. They need to put someone else down to feel good about themselves.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Choose the Right Yardstick&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This past year I was diagnosed with cancer and faced the possibility that my life would end sooner than I’d planned. Thankfully, it now looks as if I’ll be spared. But the experience has given me important insight into my life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have a pretty clear idea of how my ideas have generated enormous revenue for companies that have used my research; I know I’ve had a substantial impact. But as I’ve confronted this disease, it’s been interesting to see how unimportant that impact is to me now. I’ve concluded that the metric by which God will assess my life isn’t dollars but the individual people whose lives I’ve touched.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I think that’s the way it will work for us all. Don’t worry about the level of individual prominence you have achieved; worry about the individuals you have helped become better people. This is my final recommendation: Think about the metric by which your life will be judged, and make a resolution to live every day so that in the end, your life will be judged a success.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/1344527986644749148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/08/harvard-business-school-professor-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/1344527986644749148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/1344527986644749148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/08/harvard-business-school-professor-how.html' title='Harvard Business School Professor.- how will one measure one&amp;#39;s life'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-3688437604122021064</id><published>2010-07-27T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:17:27.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids in India</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hcsparables.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/image001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://hcsparables.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/image001.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;image001&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;84&quot; class=&quot;alignnone size-full wp-image-185&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;quot;When we were young kids growing up in America , we were&lt;br/&gt;Told to eat our vegetables at dinner and not leave them.&lt;br/&gt;Mothers said, think of the starving children in India&lt;br/&gt;And finish the dinner.&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And now I tell my children:&lt;br/&gt;&#39;Finish your homework. Think of the children in India&lt;br/&gt;Who would make you starve, if you don&#39;t. &amp;quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hcsparables.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/image002.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://hcsparables.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/image002.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;image002&quot; width=&quot;182&quot; height=&quot;223&quot; class=&quot;alignnone size-full wp-image-184&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/3688437604122021064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/07/kids-in-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/3688437604122021064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/3688437604122021064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/07/kids-in-india.html' title='Kids in India'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-4279512252451301768</id><published>2010-07-02T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:17:27.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma and Rebirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://hcsparables.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/news-letter-apr-june-10.pdf&quot;&gt;News letter  Apr-June-10.pdf&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/feeds/4279512252451301768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/07/karma-and-rebirth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/4279512252451301768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237967302214184924/posts/default/4279512252451301768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hcsparables.blogspot.com/2010/07/karma-and-rebirth.html' title='Karma and Rebirth'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237967302214184924.post-107725636419926681</id><published>2010-04-29T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:17:27.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratefulness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://hcsparables.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/image009.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://hcsparables.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/image009.jpg&quot; 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They would go round and round the Mother-star and derived warmth from her.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Once a Comet from a distant galaxy was pulled to this Mother-star. It was the first time that the Comet had seen such a wonderful star with so many planets. As the Comet came close to the Mother-star, it asked &amp;quot;Which among your children planets do you like the best?&amp;quot; The Mother-star replied, &amp;quot;Son, you don&#39;t understand&amp;quot; and remained silent. The Comet whizzed off on its voyage. Eons later, the Comet came back. This time it found that there were very few planets around the Mother-star. The Comet, when it came close to the Mother-star asked - &amp;quot;What happened to your children planets?&amp;quot; The Mother-star replied, &amp;quot;Son, you don&#39;t understand&amp;quot;, she smiled and remained silent. The Comet whizzed off on its voyage.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After a 1000 million years, the Comet came back to the galaxy of the Mother-star. It found that there were no planet children and the Mother-star was dying. The Comet became very sad and asked the Mother-star - &amp;quot;What happened to all your children planets. Are you also going to die?&amp;quot; The Mother-star replied - &amp;quot;Son, you will soon understand&amp;quot;, she smiled and as the Comet accelerated past the galaxy, the Mother-star died.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Comet was sad and confused. 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