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		<title>I wonder what my son would be doing…?</title>
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For the past several months, I have  been taking a Water Aerobics class.  Yes, I said Water Aerobics! For you macho men out there,  don’t knock it until you try it.  It is not nearly as easy or girly  as some of you might think.  I will write more about my [...]]]></description>
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<div><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">For the past several months, I have  been taking a Water Aerobics class.  Yes, I said Water Aerobics!</span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">For you macho men out there,  don’t knock it until you try it.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;"> It is not nearly as easy or <em>girly </em> as some of you might think.  I will write more about my escapades  in that class at a different time as this article is about a life  changing  lesson that one of my instructors taught me last week.   Let’s  call her Gina.</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; font-size: small;">The Punisher</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">From day one, Gina has been very hard  on me.  She is already known as the toughest and best instructor  at the gym.  Every time we do an exercise or a stretch she will  walk over to me and tell me to push it harder or I am not giving it  my all.</span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">As  I sit here writing this, the words; “faster, higher, move it, push  it, come on now and you can do better than that,” are screaming at  me louder than the music I am listening to on my IPod.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;"> That is what Gina yells as me throughout the entire hour long class.   It honestly feels like it did during Hell Week at the start of my H.S.  Football season.  In many ways, she is harder on me than my coach  was.  I must admit that at first, I was a little turned off by  her treatment of me.  What made matters worse was that I was the  youngest person in the class by at least 20 years and often times, the  only male…can you say awkward. </span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">I  dealt with the chastising and punishment for two reasons.  First,  I was taking the class for a purpose and was not about to let her  treatment  of me cause me to lose focus and quit.  Second, there was  a certain energy and strength about her that I admired.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;"> Last week, after more punishment during class, Gina and I had a brief  conversation that showed me just where that energy and strength and  treatment of me was coming from. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; font-size: small;">I look at you and think   what if…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">Usually, after class a few of the  students  sit in the sauna for a cool down or warm down as it were.  That day after class it was just Gina and I in the sauna.  She  was asking me questions about my family, what I do for a living, my  hopes and dreams, etc. </span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">She  seemed intensely interested in what I was saying and kept telling me  how proud she was of me and to keep going.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">“Don’t let anything stop you,” she said.  As usual, I did  not want to dominate the discussion and wanted to learn more about her,  so I asked her to tell me about her life.  She proceeded to tell  me about how great her life has been and how at 67 years old, she and  her husband stay active and enjoy their life.  Then she asked me  my age and I told her.  Next she said that she has a son my age.   She said that unfortunately, he suffers from schizophrenia and  Parkinson’s  disease and can’t do a lot of the things he hoped he would do with  his life. </span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">Next  she hit me with one of the most touching and impactful things anyone  has ever said to me.  She said that, “Looking and watching you,  reminds me of what my son could have been.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;"> I see you and think, what if my son could live a normal life…he would  probably be just like you.”  She continued by saying, “That is why  I push you so hard.  You seem like such a bright, professional  and personable young man.  You have the world at your fingertips.   I want you to do and be all the things that my son can’t.” </span></span><span style="color: #000000;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; font-size: small;">Life will never be  the same again</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">It is amazing how you  can learn from and benefit from the thoughts and wisdom of others if  you are an open minded person and allow yourself to “be affected”  by life.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">Needless to say,  I was deeply affected by my conversation with Gina.  I can’t  think of very many compliments that are as great as telling someone  that they remind you of their son or in this case, what their son could  have been.  I will never forget Gina’s words to me and I will  use them to continue to improve and better my life.  I am not a  negative person or a complainer in general, but during those moments  when I find myself going down the glass half-full route, I will remember Gina’s words.</span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">There  is so much opportunity and life to experience…enjoy your life, live  in the moment, be appreciative for what you do have and not overly  focused  on what you don’t have. <span style="color: #000000;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; font-size: small;">When  you think that your life is bad or not going in the right direction,  remember that you can do something about it, you do have control unlike  others that don’t such as Gina’s son or the soldiers in Iraq or  the people of Haiti.  Take full advantage of your life while you  can. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">When  you think about how difficult your life is, just remember all those  whose life is really tough and as Gina would say, <em>keep going, push  it, you can do it.</em> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; font-size: small;">Now it’s time to  tell your story</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; font-size: small;">As you look back at your life, can  you think of any Gina types of people you have spoken to?  If so,  please share what you learned or should have learned from those  discussions.</span></p>
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		<title>The Best Night of My Life…Revisited</title>
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Last year around this time, I wrote a blog entry titled, “The Best Night of My Life.”  I really appreciate all of the positive feedback and comments I received from everyone that read it.  It was great to hear how such a personal and heartfelt story positively impacted so many people.  I also really [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">Last year around this time, I wrote a blog entry titled,</span> </span></span><a href="../category/eliminating-wasteful-thinking/"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">“The Best Night of My Life.” </span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"> I really appreciate all of the positive feedback and comments I received from everyone that read it.  It was great to hear how such a personal and heartfelt story positively impacted so many people.  I also really enjoyed hearing the stories of other fathers and daughters who could relate.  If you have not read it yet, please do so as well as other blogs I have written.  I would love to get your thoughts, comments and stories.  In the meantime, here I am at the local coffee shop exactly a year after I wrote</span>, </span></span><a href="../category/eliminating-wasteful-thinking/"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">“The Best Night of My Life…”</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">getting </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"> to write about the best night of my life again.</span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><span style="font-size: small;">However, this time, it was the Best </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">Day</span></em></strong></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> of My Life.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Best Day of My Life</span></span></span> <img style="border: medium none;" src="https://docs.google.com/File?id=dc2h7n4p_18cs692pg6_b" alt="C:\Users\Ja Marr Brown\Pictures\2nd Father daughter dance\Lexi looking back.jpg" width="155" height="125" /></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">My favo</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">rite </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;">singer songwriter </span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">of all time is Lione</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">l Ritchie.  He has written </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">and recorded </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">some of the most </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">successful songs of all time. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">For some reason, his music t</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">ouches and inspires my soul.  A few years back, I was listening to the radio and Lionel Ritch</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">i</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">e was being interviewed about his most recent album release</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">. </span> I don’t remember the conversation verbatim, but essentially the interviewer asked him if he was disappointed about the fact that his most recent album had not done as</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;"> well as previous albums. </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lionel’s response</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"> has stuck with me ever since.  He said something to the effect of, “How can I be disappointed?  I have created some of the most successful songs of all time…</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">Truly, Three Times a Lady, Stuck on You (my personal favorite), Sail On, Hello </span></em></strong></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">ect.    It is impossible for me to compete with myself.  I can’t top those songs and don’t even worry about trying. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">All I can do is the best I can do at the time.  Whatever happens, happens.  I just feel incredibly blessed to still be able to do what I love to do and to have had the success that I have had.” </span></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lionel</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">, I can relate</span></span></span> <img style="border: medium none;" src="https://docs.google.com/File?id=dc2h7n4p_19mk84vxgd_b" alt="Lexi and carriage.jpg" width="186" height="139" /></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">You know how sometimes, you hear something that sticks with you.  You don’t know how or why it does, but you have a funny feeling that it will come in handy one day.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">Well, that is exactly how </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lionel’s</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"> response above affected me.  My daughter’s school’</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">s A</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">nnual Father Daughter Dance was last Saturday.  Just as I wrote in the</span> </span></span><a href="../category/eliminating-wasteful-thinking/"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">“The Best Night of My Life” </span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">I was extremely excited and could not wait to experience that event with my daughter for the second time.  However, I must be honest with you and say that thoughts of “</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">How can we have a better experience at the dance this year vs. last year</span></em></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">,” </span></em></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">crept into my mind</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just as I was going through all of the things Lexi and I could do to make this year’s experience even better than last year, Lionel Ritchie’s voice entered my thoughts and I hear</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">d</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;"> him say, “You have already created the best.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">Don’t try and compete with </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">yourself, just enjoy the moment and have the best time you can.  If you try and compete with last year, you will spend more time worrying about doing something that cannot be done…as opposed to being in the moment with your daughter and having the best time you can this year.”</span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thankfully I listened to Lionel and was amazed at what happened as a result.</span></span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">Daddy, let’s go on an adventure</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">!</span></span></span> <img style="border: medium none;" src="https://docs.google.com/File?id=dc2h7n4p_20hsj9thgr_b" alt="Lexi and Daddy 2.jpg" width="125" height="94" /></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">As Lexi and I pulled into the parking lot, I prepared myself to be free and act like a total kid like we did last year.</span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">You see, last year, I was expecting she and I to have this formal type of Father Daughter dance experience, but all she wanted to do was to play and be a kid…so once I got over myself and allowed myself to be in the moment, I acted the same and she an</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">d I had what she termed was, </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">The</span></em></span></span> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">Best Night of her Life.</span></em></span></span><span style="color: #000000;"><em> </em></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">So this year, I was expecting the same experience but what happened was the exact opposite.</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"> As we walked towards the event, Lexi grabbed my hand with that I’m not letting go firmness that those of us parents can relate to.  As we walked into the ballroom I saw a few of her friends running around and playing.  I turned to Lexi and said, “Honey, do you want to go play with your friends?”  Her response left me in shock.  She calmly said, “No, I want to stay with you.”</span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">I don’t know how many more years, weeks, months or days </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have left </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">of my daughter choosing me over her friends, but I will treat everyone one of them like it is my last</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">.</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">She and I sat down and ate lunch.  Several times her friends came up to our table and asked her if </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">she </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">wanted to go play.  To my utter surprise, she kept saying, “Not right now, I am spending time with my daddy.”  Can you feel my heart melting! </span></span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #000000;">After lunch, the Fathers and Daughters were led to the dance floor where they taught us a couple of ballroom dances.  Lexi and I had a great time as she stepped on my feet and we danced to the Waltz and the Two Step.  After  dancing, I figured she would want to go on the Princess themed horse and carriage ride.  She told me that she did not want to.</span> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Daddy, all I want to do now is go on an adventure with you</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">.”  “What does that mean, I said.”  She said, “Let’s just walk around and discover things.”</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">So we did.  She grabbed my hand again and we walked outside of the ballroom and simply looked around, discovered interesting things, took photos with my </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">I Phone</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"> and talked about anything that came into our minds.  After awhile, I noticed other Fathers and Daughters following our lead and taking an adventure walk.  As we were walking, Lexi kept telling me, “<span class="misspell">Isn</span>’t this fun daddy?  I am having a great time.”</span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then she asked me, “Daddy, are you having fun?”   I looked her in the eyes and said, “Lexi, this is the best day of my life.”</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">Lionel Ritchie was right, you can’t compete with the best…but you can make the experience just as good!</span></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">Epilogue: </span></span></span><img style="border: medium none;" src="https://docs.google.com/File?id=dc2h7n4p_21gp7342c4_b" alt="Lexi and the girls.jpg" width="155" height="116" /></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">30 </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">minutes </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">or so into our adventure, several friends of Lexi’s ran up to her and begged her to go and play. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">I encouraged her to go and play and I took pictures.  No matter what, you have to let go sometime</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">…but always stay close!</span></span></p>
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		<title>What are you Doing Right Now?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 05:53:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is now 6:43 a.m. on a Saturday morning.  I actually woke up at 5:45 a.m. because I wanted to play golf early and then spend the rest of the day with my family.  However, here I am sitting at my kitchen table writing.  The question is, Why am I at home  [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #000000;">It is now 6:43 a.m. on a Saturday morning.  I actually woke up at 5:45 a.m. because I wanted to play golf early and then spend the rest of the day with my family.  However, here I am sitting at my kitchen table writing.  <span style="color: #3366ff;">The question is, Why am I at home  and not at the golf course as I had planned?</span> You might think my answer is simple or you might think it is complicated; but let me give it to you anyway.  The reason why I am sitting here vs. playing the sport I love (and got a hall pass from the wife to do this morning) is because I simply have something more important to do…not today, but in preparation for 5, 10, 15, 20 years from now.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">The Now = The Future</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">The quote that I came up with to help guide my life is as follows: “<span style="color: #3366ff;">Every action or thought either takes you closer to or further away from your aspirations in life.”</span> Without detailing the <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong><em>Plan</em> </strong></span>for my life, let me just say that spending my morning writing and practicing a presentation for a seminar that I am giving at my Church on Monday evening is more aligned with my future plan and aspirations than playing golf this morning. <span style="color: #3366ff;"> Am I bummed?  No, because it is an awesome feeling to know that you made choices that will take you closer to the future you want to build for your family.</span> Believe me, I will find time for golf…just not today.   There is simply something more important to do.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">A Poem on Choice</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">This morning, as I was reviewing the myriad of notes and ideas I have written, I came across a small spiral notebook.  I remembered writing in the notebook after a friend of mine called me (several weeks ago) and asked me if I wanted to go to the golf driving range with him.  Once again, I opted to not go and instead spent my time working on the audio version of my book, “What’s Your Sales Story?”  <span style="color: #3366ff;">The following is what I wrote about some of the choices I have made since deciding to pursue my “Life Plan.”</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"> * You went to the driving range, played a lot of golf and your game improved.  I did not go to the range, did not play as much golf and my game suffered.<br />
* You went to bed early and woke up late.  I stayed up late and woke up early as I developed my ideas.<br />
* You hung out with friends and watched Monday night football.  I hung out with family and wrote while I watched Monday night football.<br />
* You went to the gym on a regular basis.  I kept paying $25.00 a month membership fee and went to the gym seldomly…always with my personal journal in hand.<br />
* You ate 3 meals a day.  I at times was so focused and inspired that I forgot to eat.<br />
* You thought about what you wanted to do with your life.  I acted on what I wanted to do with my life.<br />
* You were stomped by “How” you would accomplish your aspirations.  I was inspired by “WHY” I wanted to achieve my aspirations.<br />
* You talked about the time you did not have.  I took advantage of the time I did have.<br />
* You looked at other people’s success and asked, “Why them and not me?”  I looked at other people’s success and said, “Let me learn as much as I can from them.”<br />
* You led a good life but never reached your full potential.  I led an inspired life and discovered that the sky truly was the limit.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Ja Marr, what does this mean?</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">I think the moral of the story is that the bigger your aspirations in life, the more you have to “Sacrifice.”<span style="color: #3366ff;"> I put the word “Sacrifice” in quotes because oddly enough, as I reread the previous section and reflected of the choices I have made, I really do not see them as “Sacrifices” at all.</span> As a matter of fact, they were all great experiences and I would make the same choices again.  <span style="color: #3366ff;">They are what have made me and continue to make me the person that I am and are taking me closer to the person I want to become.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">I am going to stop writing now because I could easily write a book on what I was trying to explain in the previous paragraph. As a matter of fact, I just might do that.  In the meantime, I would love to read your thoughts and comments about this post. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">To Your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Ja Marr </span></p>
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		<title>Are You Spending all of Your Time Providing?</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 04:58:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ever since I was a little kid, I have always liked to observe and listen to older adults. I remember sitting by my grandparents’ side during family get-togethers and just talking to them while the rest of my brothers and cousins played games. There were times when the adults would tell me to go and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/heartscale.jpg"><img class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-410" title="heartscale" src="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/heartscale-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a><span style="color: #000000;">Ever since I was a little kid, I have always liked to observe and listen to older adults. I remember sitting by my grandparents’ side during family get-togethers and just talking to them while the rest of my brothers and cousins played games. There were times when the adults would tell me to go and play instead of just sitting there watching them. <span style="color: #3366ff;">I was simply fascinated by their knowledge and wisdom and perspective on life. </span>Take my father for example. He is an extremely intelligent person and a great communicator, but he often times chooses to not engage in conversations despite the fact that he may be the most knowledgeable on the subject. When I was a child, one day I asked him why he did not talk much when we had company over. <span style="color: #3366ff;">His response to me was, “Son, you can only learn when you listen to other people. You already know what you think and what your opinion is. By listening, you may pick up on a new perspective that you had not thought of or may learn information that can change your life.”</span> That is one lesson I have always abided by. Two nights ago, I learned another life altering lesson from one of my mentors who is in his late 70s. Let’s call him Rudy.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Time lost while providing.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">“I have not heard from you in awhile. Where have you been?” was what Rudy said to me when I answered my cell phone. <span style="color: #3366ff;">“I have been traveling and working like crazy,” I said. “Oh, you have been out there providing for your family,” Rudy said. I replied, “Well, you know how that goes.”</span> Then Rudy proceeded to tell me something that hit me like a ton of bricks. “Ja Marr,” he said, “I am retired now, but there was a time when I was just like you…out there providing for my family. I used to go to work at 6:00 AM and come home at 9:00 PM. I would be so tired that I would only have enough energy to grab a quick dinner and go to sleep. It got to the point where my kids were surprised to see me when I was home. I missed many family gatherings and significant events in my children’s lives because I was out their Providing for my family. <span style="color: #3366ff;">Although I made a great living and gave my family the best material items, what I realize now, many years later was that I had spent more time Providing for my family than I did Being there for my family.</span> And now, here I am at the twilight of my life trying to make up for lost time. However, it is too late for me and my kids. Now I am trying to do what I wish I had done years ago with my grandkids. I am just happy that I have lived long enough to do it.”</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">The balancing act.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">After I hung up the phone with Rudy, I sat on my sofa for about 30 minutes contemplating what he had just told me. <span style="color: #3366ff;">Although I have made a conscious effort to balance work and family, you can never be reminded enough of the importance of doing that.</span> As a matter of fact, a key component of The Kaizen Way Philosophy that I developed is based on being as efficient as possible at work or in your career so that you don’t take up family time with unfinished work. If you want to learn more about The Kaizen process of being successful at work and at home, please e-mail me at </span><a href="mailto:info@thekaizenway.com"><span style="color: #000000;">info@thekaizenway.com</span></a><span style="color: #000000;">.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">I hope that everyone reading this always keeps my conversation with Rudy top of mind. <span style="color: #3366ff;">At the end of the day, as you are Providing for your family, don’t forget to Be there for your family as well.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Time to tell your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Please send me your comments or stories in response to this post.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">To Your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Ja Marr</span></p>
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		<title>What do you really do for a living?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 04:53:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is pretty much inevitable when you meet someone for the first time and engage in a conversation that the subject of what each person does for a living comes up. “So, where do you work, or what do you do for a living,” are the typical questions. This discussion is 100% guaranteed to happen [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/jobs22.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-406" title="jobs22" src="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/jobs22.jpg" alt="" width="148" height="113" /></a><span style="color: #000000;">It is pretty much inevitable when you meet someone for the first time and engage in a conversation that the subject of what each person does for a living comes up. “So, where do you work, or what do you do for a living,” are the typical questions. This discussion is 100% guaranteed to happen on the golf course because everyone is trying to figure out how the guy they are playing with can afford such an expensive game. <span style="color: #3366ff;">For those of us that have passions and aspirations outside of our 9 to 5 so to speak, this question of what you do for a living can pose a mental dilemma.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">When “I am” changes</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Since the release of my book, What’s Your Sales Story? when asked what I do for a living, I find myself struggling with the appropriate response. Up until the release of my book, I was always very clear and decisive with my answer to that question: I am a salesperson, I am a corporate sales trainer, I am a marketing product manager, I am a sales manager, I am a Regional Sales Director; those were the answers to that question for the first 15 years of my career. They were all based on the corporate titles I held at the time. <span style="color: #3366ff;">But now that I have unleashed a non-corporate undertaking with my book and blog etc, I find that my “I am a…” is changing or has changed as it were.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Who are you now?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #000000;">Yes, I still have a corporate job that I am committed to and greatly enjoy. But on the other hand, writing and teaching is a very strong passion of mine. When someone asks me, What I do for a living? The answer of, “I am a writer, teacher and inspirational speaker” is absolutely exhilarating for me. As a sales manager, a major part of my job is to teach…and it is great. <span style="color: #3366ff;">But when I reflect back on my life ever since I was a child and would journal every aspect of my life, from the times I got dumped in grammar school, to the loss of a loved one and even to what I wanted to be when I grew up, it all comes back to writing. </span>So when you see me in the streets or on the golf course on an early Saturday morning and ask me what I do for a living, I will say, “I am a writer!”</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">What do you want to say that you do for a living?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #000000;">As you can imagine, it is great to be able to say what you do for a living, and have it be something that you have always wanted to do. <span style="color: #3366ff;">However, for many of us, the reality is that we are not doing what we truly want to be doing for a living.</span> Therefore, when asked that question, your answer is tainted with either a hint of or healthy dose of regret. All my life, I was filled with the unrelenting idea that everyone can truly achieve their ambitions in life and do whatever they want to do. However, the reality is that some of us will and some of us will not. <span style="color: #3366ff;">The main reason is that the sacrifices, commitment, fear, uncertainty and resources required more often than not outweighs the person’s true desire to actually achieve what that person thinks s/he wants to achieve. </span>But contrary to popular belief, that “reality” does not have to prevent you from doing what you want to do for a living. <span style="color: #3366ff;">You may not be able to leave your job or start your own company today, but you can begin to take steps towards it or actually do it while maintaining your 9 to 5.</span> I teach people how to do this during my coaching, keynote and training seminars. I did not just quit my job and write, “What’s Your Sales Story.” I dedicated my nights and early mornings on weekends to pursue my passion for writing. Was it difficult? Absolutely. Was it worth it? I would not change any second of that journey for anything. And now, as I write to you, I am continuing to do what I love to do for a living.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #3366ff;">The question I pose to you now is, “What do you do for a living?”</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">To your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Ja Marr</span></p>
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		<title>$25.00 to move 2 seats…this would not happen on Southwest Airlines</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 05:53:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There I was at the John Wayne airport waiting to check in at the kiosk for an airline that I have never flown before. The reason why&#8230;I was flying to a destination that I have never been to before - Minnesota. Even though I was about to experience the coldest temperature I have ever been [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/250.bmp"><img class="size-medium wp-image-398 alignright" title="250" src="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/250.bmp" alt="" /></a><span style="color: #000000;">There I was at the John Wayne airport waiting to check in at the kiosk for an airline that I have never flown before. The reason why&#8230;I was flying to a destination that I have never been to before - Minnesota. Even though I was about to experience the coldest temperature I have ever been in, I was actually looking forward to it.<span style="color: #3366ff;"> As I stated in one of my previous blog entries, if you have to do something, you might as well make the most of it.</span> Instead of complaining and thinking about the negatives, focus on the positive aspects of the experience. </span><span style="color: #3366ff;">You never know who you are going to meet, the lessons you will learn and the stories you will be able to share.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Yes, I like aisle seats.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">However, there was one part of my airline check in experience that left me dumbfounded. I don&#8217;t know about you, but when I fly, I always try to get an aisle seat. <span style="color: #3366ff;">I </span><span style="color: #3366ff;">just like the freedom to be able to go to the restroom or simply stand up without having to climb over people or wake someone up that is in that deep &#8220;flying sleep.&#8221;</span> When I pulled up my reservation at the self serve kiosk, I saw that I was in a window seat. No big deal, I thought to myself, I will just follow the prompts and change to an aisle seat. I figured that there should be plenty of seats since I gathered that not too many people would be flying from Southern California to Minnesota in the dead of winter. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Are you kidding me!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Then, a seating chart pulled up on the screen, and at the same time an airline agent walked up next to me. &#8220;Sir, may I help you?&#8221; she said. &#8220;Yes please. I am trying to change my seat from a window to an aisle,&#8221; I replied. <span style="color: #3366ff;">&#8220;No problem. The seats with letters are already taken, the seats with dollar amounts next to them are for purchase and the middle seats are free,&#8221; she explained. I could not believe my ears. They were actually selling coach seats&#8230;as upgrades!</span> It is common knowledge that airlines charge for upgrades to first class, but I was just trying to change from a coach window seat to a coach aisle seat!!! <span style="color: #3366ff;">To make matters worse, they were selling coach window seats for $25.00 (which is what I already had) and would not let me move to an aisle seat unless I paid an additional $25.00.</span> Not wanting to stay there debating with the agent and miss my flight, I decided to pay the $25.00 and get an aisle seat. The seat I &#8220;purchased&#8221; was 2 seats over from my original window seat. </span><span style="color: #3366ff;">As I walked away, I thought to myself, &#8220;this would have never happened on Southwest Airlines.&#8221; </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">To your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Ja Marr</span></p>
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		<title>Managers, remember that your employees take you home every night</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 04:25:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Every night thousands of sales professionals find themselves discussing their day with a spouse or significant other.  For most of us, 90% of our day is spent working so that is typically the main topic of discussion.  That is why when you meet a person’s spouse or significant other, they usually say something like, “I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #000000;">Every night thousands of sales professionals find themselves discussing their day with <a href="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/managers_home1.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-390 alignright" title="managers_home1" src="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/managers_home1.jpg" alt="" width="71" height="113" /></a>a spouse or </span><span style="color: #000000;">significant other.  For most of us, 90% of our day is spent working so that is typically the main topic of discussion.  That is why when you meet a person’s spouse or significant other, they usually say something like, “I have heard so much about you.”  And believe me, they have!  The question I pose is, “Do you know exactly what was said?”  <span style="color: #3366ff;">Whether you like it or not, as the manager, you are the center of a person’s work life, you represent the company they work for and are the focal point of whatever emotion, positive or negative they are experiencing.</span> There is no such thing as a separation of your professional and personal life.  I use to think that before my wife reminded me of just how much I talk to her about my work.  Is it any different for you?</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">The purpose of this article is to remind us as managers of the significant influence a salesperson’s personal life has on his or her career.  Remember that they take home to work every day and work goes home with them every night.  And by work, I mean you!  Not literally but figuratively.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">What do you want your employees to take home?</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Salespeople have to constantly justify their work to their spouse, family or significant other.  All of the ups and downs, highs and lows of their work play a significant role in the ebb and flow of their personal lives.  It goes without saying that as a manager, you have to abide by the standards, expectations and directives of your organization.  All I want you to think about is the fact that while you are doing the job you were hired to do, is that you remember that you are communicating with real people that have real emotions and feelings.  By no means am I saying that you should bend the rules or make exceptions for individuals that do not meet the required standards and expectations; all that I am saying is that you should try to communicate to your salespeople in a way that inspires them and makes them feel good about what they do and who they work for.  <span style="color: #3366ff;">Believe me, if your salespeople take home a manager that appreciates and believes in them, they will transfer that positive energy into their home and will in turn receive positive reinforcement from their significant others. This will energize and make them even more committed to doing the best job they can…not just for the company, but also for you!</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">If you are a salesperson or a sales manager reading this, please feel free to share your stories and thoughts about this blog.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">To Your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Ja Marr</span></p>
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		<title>The Un-Told Story of Graveyards</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 04:08:29 +0000</pubDate>
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Recently, I had to take a trip to Atlanta. Because the meeting location was about an hour from the airport, I decided to rent a car.  Along the way, I drove by a graveyard.  I have passed by graveyards many times, but this time it was different. Normally, I think about the family members and [...]]]></description>
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<p><span style="color: #000000;">Recently, I had to take a trip to Atlanta. </span><span style="color: #000000;">Because the meeting location was about an </span><span style="color: #000000;">h</span><span style="color: #000000;">our f</span><span style="color: #000000;">ro</span><span style="color: #000000;">m</span><span style="color: #000000;"> the airport, I </span><span style="color: #000000;">decided to rent a ca</span><span style="color: #000000;">r.  Along the way, I drove by a </span><span style="color: #000000;">graveyard.  <span style="color: #3366ff;">I have pas</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff;">sed by gr</span><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="color: #3366ff;">aveyards many times, but this time it was different.</span> Normally, I think about the family members and friends of mine that have passed away and I say a little prayer of thanks for having had them in my life and for all of the lessons they taught me through their stories.  Often times, I find myself tearing up, because of how much I miss them.  <span style="color: #3366ff;">But the thoughts of missing them are trumped by the joy and comfort I have knowing that we shared so much together when they were alive.</span> In addition to the fact that the lessons they taught me, continue to lead and guide me.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">The stories buried with the individual </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">All of the sudden, I became sad again.  Not because of the people I personally knew that have passed, but because I thought about how many of those individuals in that graveyard died with their stories untold?  How many of their family members and friends truly knew them? </span> <span style="color: #3366ff;">How many of them had stories and information that if shared could have touched and changed someone’s life?</span><span style="color: #000000;"> So many times when someone passes we hear people say, “if only I could have spent more time with them.  If only I could have gotten to know them better.”</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #3366ff;">I also thought about how many of them passed with the regret and disappointment of knowing that they never pursued their dreams and passions in life…and now, it is too late. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">It is not too late to tell your story</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #3366ff;">However, it is not too late for you and I.  You can tell your story, you can inspire others, and you can leave a legacy for yourself.</span> <span style="color: #000000;">It does not have to be on a grand scale…just tell your story to the people in your life who mean something to you.  Share the lessons you have learned and that have shaped you as a person.  Teach your children the lessons life has taught you, what to do and what to avoid.  If you are a manager teach your employees the stories about your career that can help them.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">I have been fortunate enough to write a book titled, “What’s Your Sales Story?”  This book was written because I wanted to inspire other professionals through my story, and give them a roadmap for which to write and tell their own story.  My book, will also serve as a teaching guide for my daughter when she starts her professional career. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="color: #3366ff;">Since the day my wife and I found out that she was pregnant, I started keeping a journal for our daughter.</span> I chronicle the daily lessons and stories that are not only shaping my life but hers as well. <span style="color: #3366ff;"> I am overwhelmed with joy and peace knowing that she will always have those journals to serve as a reminder of who her father was and the story of her life.<span style="color: #000000;"> </span></span> I highly recommend that all parents do that for your children.  <span style="color: #3366ff;">When you are gone, how will they remember you? </span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Finally, make sure that at the end of the day you have no regrets in life and can say, starting today, that you pursued your dreams and passions in life.  When someone you know passes by your gravesite, make sure that they can say…I know his or her story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Now it is time to share your story.  Please write back and share your comments.  Remember, your story can change lives!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">To your story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Ja Marr</span></p>
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		<title>Dominoes and Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 06:04:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dominoes and life? 
When I was a young child, I saw a commercial on TV right before Christmas.  It was advertising a Dominoes set.  Not the actual game of connecting Dominoes in multiples of five but the setting up of the Dominoes to eventually push one and see all the them fall down in a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-368" title="bones2" src="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/bones2.bmp" alt="" width="146" height="185" /><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="color: #ff0000;">Dominoes and life? </span></p>
<p>When I was a young child, I saw a commercial on TV right before Christmas.  It was advertising a Dominoes set.  Not the actual game of connecting Dominoes in multiples of five but the setting up of the Dominoes to eventually push one and see all the them fall down in a big wave.  I was amazed as I watched these kids set up what seemed to be a million domino pieces in an incredible maze which included, ladders, falling off tables, going through an inner tube, up hills, down hills, over model cars, being pushed by a train, falling using a parachute, and on and on all the while staying connected in a wave of one knocking down the next one.  I had to have that domino set!  <span style="color: #0000ff;">I imagined all of the things I could do.  All of the incredible mazes I could build, the friends I could impress, the domino contests I could win. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Do you really want the Domino set?</span></p>
<p>I went to my mom and asked her if she could buy the domino set for me.  She tried to talk me out of it, by saying that what I saw on the commercial is not as easy as it appeared.  <span style="color: #0000ff;">She said that I would end up frustrated because I am not patient enough to take the time necessary to build the domino maze.</span> She also asked me if that is what I really wanted or if I just wanted it because it seemed cool on TV.  Then she went on to tell me a phrase that I did not understand at the time.  She said, “Son, remember that all that glitters isn’t Gold.”  I was not buying it; so I begged and begged her to buy me the set for Christmas.</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Where is my Domino set?</span></p>
<p>Christmas day!  My brothers and I woke up at the crack of dawn to get to our presents.  We ripped through all of them.  Of course, I was looking for my domino set.  However, I was disappointed to find out that after opening all of my gifts, there was no domino set.  All of the sudden, my mom and dad appeared with what they called a special gift for each one of us.  I opened mine and jumped up and down with joy to see the domino set I had seen on TV. <span style="color: #0000ff;"> I told my family that I was going to set up my set just like the commercial I had seen and give them a demonstration right after breakfast.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">I don’t want this stupid Domino set anymore!</span></p>
<p>After breakfast, my brothers went outside to play with their toys.  I stayed in and decided to make the kitchen floor my domino palace.  Over the next several hours, I tried and tried but could not get the domino to stand in sequence without tipping one over and seeing the whole domino wall come crashing down.  I became increasingly frustrated and at one point, was almost in tears because I could not get the dominoes to do what the commercial showed.  Sensing my pain but not wanting to say, I told you so, my mom walked into the kitchen and sat on the floor with me.  “Do you want some help?” she said.  I burst into tears, hugged her and said, <span style="color: #0000ff;">“Mom, I can’t do it.  I can’t get the dominoes to do what the kids in the commercial did.</span> I don’t want these stupid dominoes.”  She said, “Son, like I told you.  This game requires a lot of patience and practice.  <span style="color: #0000ff;">We are not going to return the domino set and get you a new game because this is what you wanted.  Now that you have it, you need to learn how to set them up and I will help you.” </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Making my own Domino commercial.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #0000ff;">We spent the next hour or so, setting up the set, not like the commercial, but in our own special way. </span> After we had set up a couple hundred or so dominoes in a pattern, we called in the rest of the family for the big unveiling.  Just as they all made it to the kitchen, due the fact that my brothers were running, the floor shook and the dominoes started to fall.  They did not quite fall precisely in order but they all came tumbling down nevertheless.  My brothers kept saying how awesome it was.  My mom looked at me with that knowing smile and winked.</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Lessons learned from tumbling Dominoes</span></p>
<p>I learned a couple of very valuable lessons that day that I have carried with me my whole life:<br />
1.)    Be careful what you ask for because you just might get it.  Just like with a job or career, it is important to really think about why you want something and the implications on your life after you receive it.  <span style="color: #0000ff;">Are you truly prepared to handle what comes with the change or are you just trying to be like the people in the commercial? </span><br />
2.)    Everything new that you attempt requires patience, persistence and a commitment to learning what it takes to be successful.  <span style="color: #0000ff;">How do you make your dominoes look like the ones on TV?  One domino at a time.  How do you become a top salesperson or a top manager?  One day at a time and trying to get better and better each day. </span>This is where my philosophy of The Kaizen Way really comes into play.</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Time for your story</span></p>
<p>What has played the role of the Dominoes in your life?  And what are your comments or thoughts about this blog.  Please write back and let me know.<br />
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<p>To your Story!</p>
<p>Ja Marr Brown</p>
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		<title>No Chicken Nuggets</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[No Chicken Nuggets
This past weekend, the wife and I went to Las Vegas.  Even though the casino we stayed in gave us a free room, they definitely got their money back and then some.  But this article is not about that.  As usual, traffic driving back to California from Las Vegas was horrendous; so we [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">No Chicken Nuggets</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">This past weekend, the wife and I went to Las Vegas.  Even though the casino we stayed in gave us a free room, they definitely got their money back and then some.  But this article is not about that.  As usual, traffic driving back to California from Las Vegas was horrendous; so we decided to grab a bite to eat at the state line and wait for traffic to die down some.  Being the fast food junkie that I am, I used every sales trick I know to convince my wife to eat at McDonalds.  I don’t know about you, but sometimes I get these cravings for certain items at various fast food restaurants.  This day, I could not wait to sink my teeth into some Chicken Nuggets and eat some fresh out the fryer French fries (I always ask them to make the fries fresh for me).</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="color: #ff0000;">We don&#8217;t have that</span><br />
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<p><span style="color: #000000;">Finally, she and I were next in line.  The couple in front of us ordered 2 cups of coffee and 2 McRibb sandwiches.  The young girl taking the order shook her head and said, “We don’t have the McRibb.”  The man said, “What!  No McRibbs.  But the sign on the menu board right behind you says that the McRibb is back.  Where did it go?”  She just shook her head again and said, “We don’t have the McRibb.”  Then he said, “Why don’t you take the sign down.  How can you advertise something that you don’t have?”  But he was not done.  “OhOh wait just a minute.” He was looking at the lady making his coffee.  “You guys put cream and sugar in the cup before you pour the coffee!  That does not make any sense.  How do you know if it tastes the way that you want it to?”   She said, “Sir, that is just how we do it.  If it does not taste right to you, I will make you another one.”  She gave him his coffee and he took a sip.  “Oh my goodness,” he yelled out.  “This coffee is cold as ice.  Ya’ll don’t got the McRibb, you pour your coffee wrong and then you give me cold coffee.  What is this!”  She apologized to him and they made him 2 fresh cups of coffee.  By this point, a line had built up about 15 people deep and it was our turn to order.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">We don&#8217;t have that either</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">My wife ordered 2 chicken wraps.  No problem.  I was craving chicken nuggets and wanted to get a My Little Pony toy for our daughter so I ordered a 6 piece McNugget kids meal.  The same young girl said, “We don’t have any chicken nuggets.”  “What!” I said with an astonished look on my face.  “This is McDonald’s.  You are known for your chicken nuggets.  How can you not have chicken nuggets?”  She calmly said, “We don’t have any nuggets.”  I gathered myself and said, “OK, I will take a Cheeseburger kids meal with fresh fries and a My Little Pony toy.”  She said, “French fries.”  “No, fresh fries,” I said back.  She said, “French fries.”  “No, fresh fries,” I said again.  Again she said, “French fries.”  Flabbergasted, I said, “I want you to take some uncooked French fries, put them in the square frying thing, drop them in the hot oil and when they are done, sprinkle salt on them and give me a small one.”  “Oh, you want fresh fries,” she said.  Almost laughing, I said “Yes, please.”  “Would you like anything else?” she said.  I said, “Yes, let me have a fruit and walnut salad.”  She said, “We don’t have anymore fruit and walnut salads.”  At that point, I looked around to see if I was on candid camera.  Not seeing Howie Mandell or Ashton Kucher, I said, “Ok, since you are out of the fruit and walnut salad, then I will have a Carmel Sunday with nuts please.”  You can guess what she said next.  “We don’t have any ice cream.” </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Everything we couldn&#8217;t get</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">By this time, the gentleman from earlier was just getting his “fresh” cup of coffee and overheard our entire conversation.  He went into a monologue about all of the items that they didn’t have that were still being advertised on the menu.  “You guys, don’t have the McRibb, the coffee is cold, no chicken nuggets, no fruit and walnut salad and no ice cream.  This is amazing.”  When he was done, I asked for my check and waited for my order.  When it was ready, I took it to our table and opened the bag.  I was surprised to see a transformer like toy in the bag.  I turned to my wife and said, “Didn’t I order a My Little Pony toy.”  She gave me that I know what is coming next look and begrudgingly said, “Yes.”</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Oh, we don&#8217;t have that either</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">I got up from our table and went straight to the counter with the transformer looking toy in hand.  When I reached the counter, I said, “I ordered a My Little Pony toy, but was given this thing.”  The young girl turned to me and said, “We don’t have anymore My Little Pony toys.”</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="color: #ff0000;">Disclaimer:</span> I am a big McDonald’s fan and have never had such an experience before.  I can safely say that my experience this time was a one off situation.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">To your story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Ja Marr</span></p>
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