HRD - workplace skills
Tuesdays with Morrie by: Albom Scott
The Fred Factor by: Mark Sanborn
301 Ways to Have Fun at Work by: Dave Hemsath & Leslie Yerkes
Living Juicy by: Sark
The Pursuit of Wow: Every Person's Guide to Topsy-Turvy Times by: Tom Peters
I Inc. by: Stephen Lundin
Making Choices by: Alexandra Stoddard
The Richest Man in Town by: VJ Smith
The Road Less Traveled by: M. Scott Peck
Succulent Wild Woman Dancing with Your Wonder-Full Self! by: Sark
Coach Carter, Count of Monte Cristo, Lean On Me
Cowboy Up, Flicka
Freedom Writers, Happy Feet
Men of Honor, Patch Adams
Pride, Pursuit of Happyness
Reign Over Me, Remember the Titans
Rudy, Saving Isaiah
Step Up, Stick It
Big Wishes Answered
Big wishes answered
By Marlon W. Morgan (Contact), Memphis Commercial Appeal
Sunday, June 8, 2008
''It's really hard to mess up a story that's this good,'' said Nash, who came across the tale some 15 years ago when he co-authored the book, "The Greatest Sports Stories Never Told."
''It's just one of those stories that the more you get into it, the more amazing it becomes. You keep thinking, 'OK, when is this story going to go south,' and it doesn't.''
The story began on a Friday afternoon, April 30, 1962, when Bradley was with his Little League baseball team in El Dorado, Ark. Suddenly, a thunderstorm rolled in. As the sky darkened, the players gathered up their equipment and headed toward a cast-iron water fountain, which was located under a big oak tree.
Bradley, the fastest player on the team, outran everyone, earning the right to take the first drink. While leaning over the fountain to quench his thirst, a lightning bolt struck the oak tree. Attracted to the water fountain, the bolt also struck Bradley on top of his head, going down the right side of his face, then neck and chest, before finally reaching the water fountain.
''It basically killed me,'' said Bradley, now a 55-year-old senior client associate for Merrill Lynch in Memphis. ''I started turning black and blue and fell back.''
Fortunately, his coach, Creed Nance, who worked for a local oil company, had taken a first aid course about a month earlier and was able to revive Bradley through CPR.
''The electricity fried the lens in my eyes like an egg, and melted a big glob of my hair and punctured my right ear drum,'' Bradley said.
Bradley awakened in the middle of the night and noticed his eyes ''felt like they had sand in them.'' It wasn't until the morning, though, that he realized he was blind.
After one ophthalmologist told Bradley's family they should make plans to teach their son Braille, they sought a second opinion. They were directed to Dr. Louis Girard, who was the chairman of ophthalmology at Baylor University College of Medicine in Houston and the founder of the Texas Eye Bank. Bradley was scheduled for a series of eye operations.
While awaiting his first operation, Bradley had become known as the ''Miracle Boy'' back in El Dorado. Press coverage of his survival of a lightning strike mentioned that Bradley idolized Aspromonte. He listened to all of the Colt .45s' games on the radio.
When he arrived at Houston's Methodist Hospital, none other than Aspromonte himself, along with a couple of his teammates, came to visit Bradley, giving him an autographed baseball, a pair of Colt 45 pajamas and a transistor radio to listen to the games.
As Aspromonte was leaving, Bradley asked if he could hit a home run for him, not really realizing that home runs weren't really Aspromonte's forte. He hit 60 in his 13-year career.
''A home run's a big deal in baseball,'' Bradley said. ''I just wanted him to hit me one.''
Dr. Girard allowed Bradley to go to the game, but he had to leave by 10 p.m. to rest for the next day's surgery. Aspromonte was 0-for-3 heading toward his final at-bat in the eighth inning. By that time, Bradley was back in his hospital bed, listening to the game on the radio. Aspromonte sent a 2-1 pitch over the fence as Colt .45 broadcaster Gene Elston yelled, ''This one's for you, Bill Bradley!''
The following year, when Bradley returned for another operation, he met with Aspromonte again. His eyesight had been partially restored. He asked Aspromonte if he would hit him another home run so he could see it this time.
With the score tied 2-2 in the bottom of the 10th, with two outs and the count full against the Chicago Cubs, Aspromonte hit a walk-off grand slam over the leftfield wall.
That same summer, Bradley returned for another visit to the Dr. Girard. Attending a game against the New York Mets, he asked Aspromonte for a third homer, to which Aspromonte told him he was pushing his luck.
This time, though, Aspromonte wasted no time granting Bradley's wish. He hit a first-inning grand slam.
''I guess that's what's so surprising and amazing about the whole thing is that I asked three times, and it happened three times,'' Bradley said.
Bradley's eyes eventually improved to the point that, with the help of contacts, he had 20-20 vision. A couple of years later, while pitching again in Little League, Bradley tossed a no-hitter. He told the El Dorado News Times that he did it for Aspromonte, and sent his hero a copy of the article.
Gradually, as Bradley got older, his contact with Aspromonte waned, other than occasional phone calls.
The two were intertwined again when, three years after Aspromonte retired from baseball, he was nearly blinded when a car battery exploded in his face. It took several surgeries -- by none other than Dr. Girard -- to restore 40 percent of his vision.
''The whole epilogue, when Bob Aspromonte is blinded in his eyes, it's like you couldn't make this up,'' Nash said. ''Truly, with this story, truth is stranger than fiction.
''The big leaguer, the little leaguer, the relationship the two of them had, the mutual support they had for each other in their time of crisis -- it's inspiring.''
Five Lessons About the Way We Treat People
1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.
During my second month of college, our professor
gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
and had breezed through the questions until I read
the last one:
"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the
cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name?
I handed in my paper, leaving the last question
blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if
th e last question would count toward our quiz grade.
"Absolutely, " said the professor. "In your careers,
you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do
is smile and say "hello."
I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her
name was Dorothy.
2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American
woman was standing on the si de of an Alabama highway
trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had
broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally
unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man
took her to safety, helped her get assistance and
put her into a taxicab.
She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his
address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a
knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a
giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A
special note was attached.
"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
the other night. The rain drenched not only my
clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.
Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying
husband's bedside just before he passed away... God
bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving
Mrs Nat King Cole.
3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,
a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and
sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in
front of him.
"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it.
"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the
waitress was growing impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins.
"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
the table and walked away The boy finished the ice
cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress
came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,
were two nickels and five pennies..
You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had
to hav e enough left to leave her a tip.
4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a
roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if
anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the
king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by
and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the
King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did
anything about getting the stone ou t of t he way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of
vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the
peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the
stone to the side of the road. After much pushing
and straining, he finally succeeded. After the
peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed
a purse lying in the road where the boulder had
been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note
from the King indicating that the gold was for the
person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The
peasant learned what many of us never understand!
Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve
5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a
hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who
was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only
chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had
miraculously survived the same disease and had
developed the antibodies needed to combat the
illness. The doctor explained the situation to her
little brother, and asked the little boy if he would
be willing to give his blood to his sister.
I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a
deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save
her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed
next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing
the color returning to her cheek. Then his face
grew pale and his smile faded.
He looked up at the doctor and asked with a
trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".
Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the
doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his
sister all of his blood in order to save her.
The Seven Wonders of the World
by Author Unknown
Junior high school students in Chicago were studying the Seven Wonders of the World. At the end of the lesson, the students were asked to list
what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World. Though there was some disagreement, the following received the most votes:
1. Egypt's Great Pyramids
2. The Taj Mahal in India
3. The Grand Canyon in Arizona
4. The Panama Canal
5. The Empire State Building
6. St. Peter's Basilica
7. China's Great Wall
While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student, a quiet girl, hadn't turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was
having trouble with her list. The quiet girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many." The teacher
said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help." The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are:
1. to touch...
2. to taste...
3. to see...
4. to hear... (She hesitated a little, and then added...)
5. to feel...
6. to laugh...
7. and to love.
The room was so quiet; you could have heard a pin drop.
May this story serve as a gentle reminder to all of us that the things
we overlook as simple and ordinary are often the most wonderful - and we
don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them.
Enjoy your gifts!
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person
that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.
You will have your heart broken probably more than once
and it's harder every time.
You'll break hearts too,
so remember how it felt when yours was broken.
You'll fight with your best friend.
You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast,
and you'll eventually lose someone you love.
So take too many pictures, laugh too much,
and love like you've never been hurt
because every sixty seconds you spend upset
is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
Don't be afraid that your life will end,
be afraid that it will never begin.
by Edgar A. Guest
Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day:
It rings in our ears like a timely sent warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.
Can't is the father of feeble endeavor,
The parent of terror and halfhearted work;
It weakens the efforts of artisans clever,
And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.
It poisons the soul of the man with a vision,
It stifles in infancy many a plan;
It greets honest toiling with open derision
And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.
Can't is a word none should speak without blushing;
To utter it should be a symbol of shame;
Ambition and courage it daily is crushing;
It blights a man's purpose and shortens his aim.
Despise it with all of your hatred of error;
Refuse it the lodgment it seeks in your brain;
Arm against it as a creature of terror,
And all that you dream of you someday shall gain.
Can't is the word that is for to ambition,
An enemy ambushed to shatter your will;
Its prey is forever the man with a mission
And bows but to courage and patience and skill.
Hate it, with hatred that's deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed 'twill break any man;
Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying
and answer this demon by saying: "I can."
Characteristics of Top Achievers
1. Foresight and the ability to carry out effective strategic planning
2. A drive toward transcending previous levels of accomplishment
3. High levels of self-confidence and self-worth
4. A high need for responsibility and control
5. High communication and salesmanship skills
6. Utilization of mental rehearsal for “critical incidents” or “key situations”
7. Little need for outside praise or recognition
8. A superior ability to take creative risks, rather than getting stuck in a “comfort zone”
9. The ability to accept feedback and self-correct
From: Success Unlimited, written by Charles A. Garfield
If a task is once begun
Never leave it till it’s done.
Be the labor great or small,
Do it well or not at all.
THE OPTIMIST CREED
To be strong so that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything, and make your optimism come true.
To think only the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past, and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times, and give every living creature you meet a smile.
To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
Once upon a time there was a bunch of tiny frogs.... who arranged a running competition. The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants....
The race began....
Honestly, no one in crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower.
You heard statements such as:
"Oh, WAY too difficult!!"
"They will NEVER make it to the top." or:
"Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!"
The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one....
Except for those, who in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher....
The crowd continued to yell, "It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!"
More tiny frogs got tired and gave up
But ONE continued higher and higher and higher....
This one wouldn't give up!
At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top!
THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it?
A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and reach the goal?
It turned out....
That the winner was DEAF!!!!
The wisdom of this story is:
Never listen to other people's tendencies to be negative or pessimistic.... because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you -- the ones you have in your heart!
Always think of the power words have.
Because everything you hear and read will affect your actions!
And above all:
Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you cannot fulfill your dreams!
NAIL IN THE FENCE
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, “You have done well my son, but look at the holes in the fence.
The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.”
There once was an oyster whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand had gotten into his shell.
It was only a grain, but it gave him great pain
For oysters have feelings although they're so plain.
Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate
that brought him to such a deplorable state?
Did he curse at the government, cry for election,
And claim that the sea should have given him protection?
No- he said to himself as he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it I shall try to improve it.
Now the years have rolled around, as the years always do.
And he came to his ultimate destiny: stew.
And the small grain of sand that had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow.
Now the tale has a moral, for isn't it grand
What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?
What couldn't we do if we'd only begin
with some of the things that get under our skin?