Even though Hilda was someone who always had time to volunteer to help out with minor sports, she also had time to be a very devoted wife to Jean-Paul and a loving mother to her two sons, David and Mark, both of whom are still living in Hanmer. Her greatest joys in life were her two grandchildren, Rebecca and Kaitlin.

   A lady named Linda Ellis once wrote a little poem that I think best expresses Hilda Kingsley’s life. The poem is entitled, “The Dash”. As you read it, if you knew Hilda Kingsley, think of how it is a fitting description of this very special woman. Also, think about yourself and ask if this poem could be used to describe your own life one day or to describe someone you once knew who is no longer with us.

HILDA KINGSLEY
March 14, 1946 – December 5, 2008

The Dash, by Linda Ellis:

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile…
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash,
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

   I thought about the time spent walking around the store with Hailee and her class, looking at all of the things that she had seen hundreds of times before, and yet, I could sense that it was different this time for her, together with her classmates, holding her Grandpa’s hand.
 
   Hailee didn’t seem to mind as much as I did that the tour took so long before we finally sat down in the community room and were given the pumpkins to carve. Her Grandpa had never carved a pumpkin before, so thankfully her teacher, Mrs. Renee Brunet gave us a hand.
 
  
   I thought about how proud Hailee was as we entered the bus again to go back to Jean Paul II, with her pumpkin in a plastic bag and how excited she was that Grandpa was going to drive her home when we arrived at the school. She was going home early with Grandpa because this was a special day – she was going to get a new brother that day.
 
   I thought about the look on her face as she was seen by all of the other children walking hand-in-hand with her Grandpa to his truck to go home. She waved to them with a pride that only a four-year old with her Grandpa could understand.

   Whenever I come across that story I am reminded that no matter how complicated or challenging life may seem at times, true happiness and fulfillment is still just a matter of following some pretty simple principles.  I mean, how much more basic can you get. “Life always gives you back what you give out. Your life is not a coincidence, but a mirror of your own doings.” It is as simple as an echo. Whatever you put out, you get back.
 
  I also like reading reflective quotes about life and I would like to share some with you right now. I’m not sure where this came from, but it is something I enjoy reading from time to time. It is called “Things I’ve Learned During My Life…”
 
   1.   I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
 
   2.   I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. 
 
   3.  I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he or she handles these three things: a rainy day, long grocery check out lines, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
 
   4.  I've learned that regardless of the differences you have with the people in your life, you'll miss them when they're gone.
 
   5.  I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."
 
   6.  I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

  As I was watching the commercial I thought about the thousands of children who were going to be thrilled to death when they receive their letter from Santa. The good people at Canada Post who are taking care of this initiative must get a great deal of satisfaction from knowing how much happiness they are spreading.
  
   That night I opened up my emails and discovered that my good friend, Cecile Coutu, had sent me another one of her special stories. Perhaps it is because I have a four-year old granddaughter just like the little girl in the story you are about to read. Perhaps it is because I have always owned a dog and understand how much it hurts when you watch your pet get sick and die. Perhaps it is because I had just watched one of those Canada Post commercials. Whatever the reason, I was deeply touched by the story and felt that I just had to share it with my readers.

   Understand that in most post offices around the country there is usually something called a “dead letter office or box” where letters that have no discernable address end up. I suspect that there are postal workers just like the one in this story who end up going through some of the letters to see if there is any way of delivering them to the proper recipient.
  
   This story is about a 14 year old dog, Abbey, which died after a long illness. The day after she died, the dog’s owner, 4 year old Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed her dear pet. She asked her mother if they could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. Meredith’s mother agreed to the request and wrote down the words that were dictated by her daughter:

Dear God,

   Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
   I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith

   Meredith and her mother put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith, and addressed it to God, Heaven. They put their return address on it.
  
   Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. Her mother told her that she thought He would have received it by then.
  
   The next day, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on the family’s front porch addressed, 'To Meredith'.

   Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter that Meredith and her mother had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith as well as this note:
 
Dear Meredith,
 
   Abbey arrived safely in heaven.
   Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
   Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
   Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
   I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love, God 

   However, because of the mounting opposition, measures were taken to downsize the original plans and thus reduce the projected cost to $110 million. This, it was felt, would be far more acceptable to local ratepayers.

   All of this reminded me about a story that I like to use when I want to demonstrate how very important it is for people to do the best they can in everything they do in life. I have always believed that if something is worth doing, it is worth doing right.

   I recall reading an article one day that referred to a speech that was made to a graduating class by a valedictorian who was 87 years old. At the age of 84, this courageous woman, named Rose, decided that before she died she wanted to realize a life-long dream of earning a degree. Contrary to the advice of her family and friends who told her that it was ridiculous for a woman her age to go through all of the trouble of getting a degree which she would never use in a career, Rose persisted and four years later, she graduated. 
 
   During the course of the four years, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she revelled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
 
   When it came time to graduate, Rose was the unanimous choice of the class to give the valedictorian speech. She stood up in front of them, cleared her throat and gave her fellow classmates some of the best advice they ever received.  

   “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy and achieving success.

   First, you have to laugh and find humour every day.

   Second, you’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it.

   Third, there is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change.

    Finally, have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.”

   So the next time you find yourself wondering if you should work at fulfilling a dream of yours, remember what Rose said to her graduating class. “It’s never too late to be all you can possibly be.” A year from now you will still be a year older. Take advantage of all the opportunities that come knocking during the next twelve months.

   Admittedly, it isn’t really fair to compare grand parenting with parenting. In the role of parent we find that we are consumed with career development; with keeping a healthy relationship with our spouse; with raising our children; and with all of the other pressures that face young adults. No wonder most of us find it extremely difficult to “slow down” and truly appreciate life during this parenting period. However, there are certain critical points in your life when you suddenly come face-to-face with the reality that the most important things in your life are not things at all. What really matters are the relationships you have with your loved ones. For me, one of those moments of awareness took place when I became a grandparent for the first time and I found that my whole approach to the world around me changed.
 
   The other night, after the radio show, I was reflecting upon some of the things Kevin and I discussed and my thoughts turned to a story I once read called “The Hymnbook”, written by a man named Arthur Bowler. I would like to share it with you at this time.
 
  Mr. Bowler wrote about an incident that occurred during his childhood. “I watched intently as my little brother was caught in the act. He sat in the corner of the living room, a pen in one hand and my father’s hymnbook in the other. As father walked into the room, my brother cowered slightly. He sensed that he had done something wrong. From a distance, I saw that he had opened Dad/s brand-new book and scribbled across the length and breadth of the entire first page with a pen. Now, staring at my father fearfully, he and I both waited for his punishment.

   My father picked up his prized hymnal, looked at it carefully, and then sat down without saying a word. Books were precious to him. He was a pastor and the holder of several degrees. For him, books were knowledge, and yet, he loved his children. What he did in the next few minutes was remarkable.

   Instead of punishing my brother; instead of scolding or yelling or reprimanding, he sat down, took the pen from my brother’s hand and then wrote in the book himself, alongside the scribbles John had made.

    “John’s words in 1959, age two. How many times have I looked into your beautiful face and into your warm, alert eyes looking up at me and thanked God for the one who has now scribbled in my new hymnal? You have made the book sacred, as have your brothers and sister too so much of my life”

   Wow, I thought. This is punishment?

   From time to time I take a book down—not just a cheezy paperback, but a real book that I know I will have for many years to come—and I give it to one of my children to ‘write’ their names in. As I look at their artwork, I think of my father, and how he taught me about what really matters in life: people, not objects; tolerance, not judgement; and love, which is at the heart of a family. I think about these things, smile, and I whisper, “Thank you, Dad.”

   People, tolerance and love—the things that really matter in life. Parents have an awesome responsibility to help their children grow up to show respect to others and to behave in a socially acceptable manner. We also have a responsibility to demonstrate by example how to treat all people with tolerance and love.

   1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.

   2. Page yourself over the intercom but don’t disguise your voice. See the reaction.

   3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.

   4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it “In”.

   5. In the memo field of all of your cheques, write, “For smuggling diamonds.” 

   6. As often as possible, skip rather than walk.

   7. Order a diet water whenever you go out to eat. Remember to keep a serious face.

   8. Specify that your drive-through order is “to go”.

   9. Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.

   10. When money comes out of the ATM, scream, “I won! I won!

    On their return from the country, the father asked his son how he liked the trip. The son replied, “It was great, Dad.”

   “Did you see how poor people can be?” the father asked.

   “Oh, yeah,” said the son.

   “So what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.

   The son answered, “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our back yard and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve each other. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them.”

   With this the boy’s father was speechless.

   Then his son added, “Thanks dad for showing me how poor we are.”

   I love this story! It reminds me of the number of times I have been guilty of overlooking all of the good things I have in my life and instead concentrating on what I don’t have? I’m sure this applies to all of my readers in some ways.
 
   We’re obviously aware that one person’s worthless object is another’s prize possession. Just look at the yard sales in the summer. Thousands of people go from one yard sale to another finding treasures that others are willing to part with. Value is all based on one’s perspective.  In the story, the father thought he was the rich person with all that his wealth could buy. However, in the eyes of his son, the family on the farm had things that were of immense value. They were the wealthy family.
 
   This weekend I am going to spend a few moments in quiet reflection about what is truly important to me. I extend an invitation to all of my readers to do the same. Make a list of all the things in your life that you could live without. Be honest and true to your self. For example, if, for some reason, you were taken off the face of the earth today, what would you miss the most?
 
   We have all accumulated many possessions over the years, but when all is said and done, I think you will discover that what you would miss the most are not things at all. You will miss the people in your life and the loving relationships you developed most of all. The expensive cars, clothes and houses will mean nothing when you look back on your life. What you will miss the most are your loved ones. The people who truly care about you and the people with whom you look forward to sharing your precious moments on this earth.

   And so as we head into Thanksgiving Weekend, let’s all take a little bit of time to look at the things in our life that others would consider valuable but for which we may have long taken for granted. Let’s also spend some time looking closely at the people around us and see what “makes their life so rich”.
 
   Above all, let’s all show appreciation for the parts of our life that we would miss the most if they were taken away from us. And let’s tell the people who are closest to us just how much we appreciate their love.   

   We spoke a lot about the positive things that Valley East has to offer to all age groups from all walks of life. In my attempt to try to define what it is specifically that makes Valley East so attractive, I simply had to tell Max that our greatest strength as a community is that we allow everyone living here to “define themselves”. In other words, we don’t force people to fit into any one particular life style.  We allow people to develop their own personal identity and character in a very comfortable, secure and accepting environment.

   Valley East is a great place to raise a family; a great place to start a business; a great place for finding satisfaction in recreational, cultural or sports fields; in other words, it is a great place to grow and develop, regardless of your personal preferences or goals. Growth also means progress. If you are looking to improve yourself spiritually, intellectually, psychologically, socially, culturally, physically – or in any other way you can think of, Valley East will offer you that opportunity to achieve your goals and dreams.

   Moreover, Valley East is a place where you can grow and discover your own passions in life without feeling that you are being forced to conform to a pre-determined “identity”. Valley East therefore is a community of individuals, each with the freedom to develop their own particular personality. That is in fact our true identity! Valley East is a community that doesn’t define the individuals who live here; the individuals who live here define Valley East !
 
   After we finished our interview, I hung up the phone and recalled a story I like to tell young people who feel that they can find something better than what Valley East has to offer.
The story is called, “The Golden Windows”.
 
   There was once a young boy living on a farm which seemed like it was so far away from everywhere. He needed to get up before sunrise every morning to start his chores and then go out again later to do the evening ones. During sunrise he would take a break and climb up on the fence so in the distance he could see the house with golden windows. He thought how great it would be to live there and his mind would wander to imagine the modern equipment and appliances that might exist in the house.
 
   "If they can afford golden windows, then they must have other nice things too." He promised himself that some day he would go there and see this wonderful place for himself.
 
   Then one morning his father told him he could take the day off and stay home to play while his father did the chores around the farm. Knowing that this was his chance, he packed a sandwich and headed across the field towards the house with the golden windows.
 
   As the afternoon went on, he began to realize how he had misjudged the distance, but something else was also very wrong. As he approached the house, he saw no golden windows, but instead a place with a broken down fence. He went to the tattered screen door and knocked. A boy very close to his own age opened the door.
 
   He asked him if he has seen the house with the golden windows. The boy said, "Sure, I know." and invited him to sit on the porch. As he sat there, he looked back from where he just came where the sunset turned the windows on his own home to Gold.
 
   The message in this story is pretty clear. Regardless of your age or personal circumstance, what appears in life to be "golden" is sometimes just an illusion. You may not realize it, but there are a lot of things about living in Valley East that people in other places would love. To them, you are the lucky ones. You have everything they are looking for - all you have to do is look at things the right way.
 
   In the story, the first boy saw the sun reflecting on the distant windows each morning. To him, that was the place where all the riches lie. To the other boy, who saw the sun reflecting on the first boy’s windows as the sun set in the evening that was where the riches must surely lie. It’s all a matter of perception.
 
   I want to thank Max for contacting me by phone last week and helping me see my own “golden windows” right here in Valley East .      

   It was a bitter, cold evening in northern Virginia many years ago. The old man’s beard was glazed by winter’s frost while he waited for a ride across the river. The wait seemed endless. His body became numb and stiff from the frigid north wind.

  He heard the faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves galloping along the frozen path. Anxiously, he watched as several horsemen rounded the bend. He let the first one pass by without an effort to get his attention. Then another passed by, and another. Finally, the last rider neared the spot where the old man sat like a snow statue. As this one drew near, the old man caught the rider’s eye and said, “Sir, would you mind giving an old man a ride to the other side? There doesn’t appear to be a passageway by foot.”

   Reining his horse, the rider replied, “Sure thing. Hop aboard.” Seeing the old man was unable to lift his half-frozen body from the ground, the horseman dismounted and helped the old man onto the horse. The horseman took the old man not just across the river, but to his destination, which was just a few miles away.

   As they neared the tiny but cozy cottage, the horseman’s curiosity caused him to inquire, “Sir, I notice that you let several other riders pass by without making an effort to secure a ride. Then I came up and you immediately asked me for a ride. I’m curious why, on such a bitter winter night; you would wait and ask the last rider. What if I had refused and left you there?

   The old man lowered himself slowly down from the horse, looked the rider straight in the eyes, and replied. “I’ve been around these here parts for some time. I reckon I know people pretty good.” The old-timer continued, “I looked into the eyes of the other riders and immediately saw there was no concern for my situation. It would have been useless even to ask them for a ride. But when I looked into your eyes, kindness and compassion were evident. I knew, then and there, that your gentle spirit would welcome the opportunity to give me assistance in my time of need.”

   Those heartwarming comments touched the horseman deeply. “I’m most grateful for what you have said,” he told the old man. “May I never get too busy in my own affairs that I fail to respond to the needs of others with kindness and compassion.”

   It made me feel special inside to know that out of all of the other people in the hallway that day, a stranger ‘knew’ that if she stopped me I would likely help her. She felt confident enough to step forward and reach out to me – none of the others. For the remainder of the day I kept thinking about what the old man had said in the story, “When I looked into your eyes, kindness and compassion were evident. I knew, then and there, that your gentle spirit would welcome the opportunity to give me assistance in my time of need.” I hope I never lose that look of kindness and compassion. Nor do I ever want strangers to feel uncomfortable about approaching me for help.
  
   As you go about your business the rest of the week, use your eyes to talk to the people you meet. Show them that you care, even if ever so slightly. The person at the counter of the corner store; the carry-out person at the grocery store; the parking lot attendant; and any other person, young or old, male or female, who happens to cross paths with you for any reason, are all just “friends you have not met”. Show them with your eyes that you respect them and make them feel like they too have met a new friend. Make them understand that you “welcome the opportunity to give them assistance in their time of need.”

   The story is called, “The Brownie Recipe”. |
  
   A father of some teenage children had the family rule that they could not attend PG-13, R or X rated movies. His three teens wanted to see a particular popular movie that was playing at local theaters. It was rated PG-13. 
  
   The teens interviewed friends and even some members of their family's church to find out what was offensive in the movie. The teens made a list of pros and cons about the movie to use to convince their dad that they should be allowed to see it.
 
The cons were:
 
    It contained ONLY 3 swear words! The ONLY violence was a building exploding (and you see that on TV all the time they said). You actually did not 'see' the couple in the movie having sex. It was just implied sex, off camera.
 
The pros were:

   It was a popular movie, (a blockbuster). Everyone was seeing it. If the teens saw the movie then they would not feel left out when their friends discussed it. The movie contained a good story and plot. It had some great adventure and suspense in it. There were some fantastic special effects in this movie. The movie's stars were some of the most talented actors in Hollywood . It probably would be nominated for several awards. Many members of their Christian church, including the pastor, had even seen the movie and said it wasn't really 'that bad'.
 
   Therefore, since there were more pros than cons the teens asked their father to reconsider his position on just this ONE movie and let them have permission to go see it.
 
   The father looked at the list and thought for a few minutes He said he could tell his children had spent some time and thought on this request. He asked if he could have a day to think about it before making his decision.
 
   The teens were thrilled, thinking; 'Now we've got him! Our argument is too good! Dad can't turn us down!' So, they happily agreed to let him have a day to think about their request.
 
   The next evening the Father called his three teenagers, who were smiling smugly, into the living room. There on the coffee table he had a plate of brownies. The teens were puzzled. The father told his children he had thought about their request and had decided that if they would eat the brownies, then he would let them go to the movie. But, he explained, just like the movie, the brownies had pros and cons.

The pros were:

   They were made with the finest chocolate and other good ingredients. They had the added special effect of yummy walnuts in them. The brownies were moist and fresh with wonderful chocolate frosting on top. He had made these fantastic brownies using an award-winning recipe. And best of all, the brownies had been made lovingly by the hand of their own father.
 
   The brownies only had one con:

   Malcolm Gladwell is the author of a book called “The Tipping Point”. He defines a “tipping point” as a “magic moment when a trend crosses a threshold, tips, and spreads like wildfire.” Keep this definition in mind as you read the rest of the article.
  
   My wife and I moved to Valley East in 1974. We raised three sons in this town and are now watching our two granddaughters being raised by our oldest son and his wife. There have been many changes to Valley East during those 34 years. In fact, it has been argued for a long time that this has been the fastest growing segment of the region.
  
   During the past five years in particular, we have indeed witnessed an emerging trend as more and more families have chosen to set up residence in Valley East . Subdivisions have been rapidly expanding with new homes being built continuously in that time.
  
   We have also watched our retail sector grow a lot during the past few years. The Hart Department Store arrived at the Hanmer Valley Shopping Centre, ushering in a new era of development which saw Canadian Tire, Marks Work Wearhouse and Shopper’s Drug Mart soon set up their facilities in what is becoming the “power centre” of the Valley. The retail establishments in Val Caron have continued to maintain their level of activity and local residents realize that they now have pretty much everything they need to meet their personal and family needs.
  
   Our social and recreational growth has also been phenomenal. Some of this growth is a direct result of The Hanmer Valley Shopping Centre emerging as a “community centre” with local organizations utilizing the indoor facility as a place for registering soccer, hockey, baseball, ringette, swimming and many other activities. Schools, churches and groups are using the site as a place to hole their penny table, bake table and raffles as they raise funds to help support their various initiatives. Even the seniors of the community are using the shopping centre to gather and meet on a regular basis to keep in touch or just to enjoy walking around in climate-controlled comfort.
  
   Personally, even though I have lived through the trends of the past 34 years, I have never been as excited about the growth of Valley East as I am right at this moment.
  
   There are two big reasons for this excitement, and my understanding of how the “tipping point” phenomena works gives me even more reason to believe that we definitely have arrived at the “Tipping Point” in Valley East . From this point forward we are going to experience growth in this community the likes of which we have never seen before.
  
   About two months ago I met a man with a dream. Phil Landry told me about the dream he and his wife, Louise, have had for many years. I immediately recognized the “tipping point”. You can read all about their dream in the article about Nature’s Haven in the cover story of this issue of The Vision Paper as well as on the back page. The $100 million 77 acre development in Hanmer will not only provide all of the usual economic benefits as well as additional housing for new residents, it will be the starting point for a whole domino effect of new development and expansion throughout this entire community.
  
   Shortly after I met with Phil Landry, I met another wonderful family in Val Caron who also have a dream. Their dream is to turn the “Clearview Golf Club” into a fantastic, multi-purpose bistro, golf and conference facility, raising our community profile even higher among a whole new market. Jim, Lynda, Christina and Tyler, along with Dave and all of the staff at Grill Marks are drawing people “back to the NEW Clearview” in droves. And people are absolutely amazed at the changes they are discovering.
  
   The Nature’s Haven Parkland Estates & Condominiums development in Hanmer; the Grill Marks Bistro, Golf & Conference Centre in Val Caron; the Hanmer Valley Shopping Centre in Val Therese; and The Vision Paper are all part of the “Tipping Point”.  The trend has been here for a long time. We just needed that “magic moment”, the “tipping point” to cross the threshold. I think we have reached that “tipping point” and we are about to experience growth and expansion in Valley East like nothing we could have ever imagined.
  
   Enjoy the ride during the next few years. Good things are going to happen and they are going to happen fast. I’ve always been proud to tell people I live in Valley East , but I have never felt this pride more than I do now. This is definitely “A Place To Grow”.
 
    Have a good week!

   Even though there is so much focus in the media about how the Sudbury economy is booming, I know for a fact that many people in this area are having a difficult time making ends meet. Not everyone is earning over $100,000 a year where they work and regardless of what you are making, you can’t escape the challenges that life throws at you from time to time.
  
   This week my thoughts are for everyone out there who has ever played the “I wish I could...” game. I know I find myself playing it often. I wish I made enough money to drive a car like that. I wish I could take exotic vacations to far off countries. I wish I could own a bigger house. I wish I could buy something nicer to wear.
  
   Sometimes I get into the “I wish...” mode and it takes a jolt to knock me back into reality. Then I play the “I’m glad...” game. I’m glad I have my own health. I’m glad my wife and children are all healthy. I’m glad I can see my two grandchildren every day.
  
   Let’s face it! Life is too short for regrets. We should all be thankful every day for who we are and what we have, instead of wishing for more or wishing that we were someone else or in someplace else. I found a little story which clearly demonstrates this message. Too many of us don’t realize just how lucky we are until it’s too late.
  
   The story is told by a 60 year old lady.
  
   “I walked into the grocery store, not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn’t hungry. The pain of losing Rudy, my husband of 37 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.
  
   Rudy often came with me and almost every time he’d pretend to go off and look for something special.
  
   I knew what he was up to. I’d always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. Rudy knew I loved yellow roses.
  
   With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since Rudy had passed on.
  
   Shopping for one took time. It required a little more thought than it had for two. Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how Rudy had loved his steak.
  
   Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blond, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large pack of T-bones, dropped them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back.
  
   She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks. She saw me watching her and she smiled, “My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don’t know.”
  
   I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes. “My husband passed away eight days ago,” I told her. Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. “Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together.”
  
   She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.
  
   I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. One litre, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream section near the front of the store. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone. I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front.
  
   I first saw the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile I had ever seen. I could swear a soft halo encircled her blond hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine. As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes.
  
   “These are for you,” she said and placed three beautiful long-stemmed yellow roses in my arms. “When you go through the line, they will know these are paid for.” She leaned over and placed a gently kiss on my cheek, then smiled again.
  
   I wanted to tell her what she’d done...what the roses meant...but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision. I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know? Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn’t alone. “Oh, Rudy, you haven’t forgotten me, have you?” I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.
  
   Whenever you find yourself playing the “I wish…” game, think about this story. And the next time you have to make a decision, buy the steak! Life is too precious.
  
   Have a good week!

   One of the most difficult challenges facing parents today deals with the whole area of how much you should do for your children. I don’t think there are any right answers to this parenting dilemma. If you do too much for them, they will never learn to fend for themselves. If you do too little, they will think you don’t love them. And what kind of example are you providing for them when they have children themselves?

   My wife and I have thoroughly enjoyed our children. We live for them and have devoted our entire life to caring for them and being there when they need us. Now, we are thoroughly enjoying our grandchildren. We couldn’t imagine a life without being directly involved with them. Our own children have “left the nest”, but we still worry as parents and do whatever we can to help them enjoy life to the fullest and meet their own challenges, while at the same time facing new challenges as “aging baby boomers”. I have spoken to a number of parents who have looked back over the years and listed many things that they have done and accomplished, but who also seldom mention their children. Whenever my wife and I recall the high points in our life, it always involves something we have done with our children and grandchildren.

   One day I was wondering whether or not we may have made a mistake by centering our lives around our three boys and  now around our granddaughters, perhaps doing too much for and with them. Then I came across the following story and have never again questioned the decision my wife and I have made about how much we’ve been involved with our children and grandchildren.

   The story is told by a young lady speaking about her father.

“For 52 years my father got up every morning at 5:30 a.m., except Sunday, and went to work. For 52 years he returned home at 5:30 p.m., like clockwork, for dinner at 6:00 p.m. I never remember my father taking a “night out with the boys,” nor do I ever recall my father drinking heavily. All he asked from me as his daughter was to hold his hammer while he repaired something, just so we could have some time to talk to each other.

   I never saw my father home from work ill, nor did I ever see my father lay down to take a nap. He had no hobbies, other than taking care of his family.

   For 22 years, since I left home for college, my father called me every Sunday at 9:00 a.m. He was always interested in my life, how my family was doing, and I never once heard him lament about his lot in life. The calls even came when he and my mother were in Australia , England or Florida .

   Nine years ago when I purchased my first house, my father, 67 years old, spent eight hours a day for three days in the 80-degree Kansas heat, painting my house. He would not allow me to pay someone to have it done. All he asked, was a glass of iced tea, and that I hold a paint brush for him and talk to him. But I was too busy. I had a law practice to run, and I could not take the time to hold the paint brush, or talk to my father.

   Five years ago, at age 71, again in the sweltering Kansas heat, my father spent five hours putting together a swing set for my daughter. Again, all he asked was that I get him a glass of iced tea, and talk to him. But again, I had laundry to do, and the house to clean.

   Four years ago, my father drove all the way from Denver to Topeka , with an eight foot Colorado Blue Spruce in his trunk, so that my husband and I could have a part of Colorado growing on our land. I was preparing for a trip that weekend and couldn’t spend much time talking to Daddy.

The morning of Sunday, January 16, 1996, my father telephoned me as usual, this time from my sister’s home in Florida . We talked about the tree he had brought me, “Fat Albert”, but that morning he called the tree “Fat Oscar”, and he had seemed to have forgotten some things we had discussed the previous week. I had to get to church and I cut the conversation short.

   The call came at 4:40 p.m., that day. My father was in the hospital in Florida with an aneurysm. I got on an airplane immediately, and on the way, I thought of all the times I had not taken the time to talk to my father. I realized that I had no idea who he was or what his deepest thoughts were. I vowed that when I arrived, I would make up for the lost time, and have a nice long talk with him and really get to know him.

I arrived in Florida at 1 a.m.. My father had passed away at 9:12 p.m. This time it was he who did not have time to talk, or time to wait for me.

   In the years since his death I have learned much about my father, and even more about myself. As a father, he never asked me for anything but my time. Now he has all my attention, every single day.”

   So next time you feel like doing something for one of your children, go ahead and do it. The next time you feel like doing something for one of your grandchildren, go ahead and do it. Never mind if others think you are doing too much for them. They are your children and your grandchildren and you can give them as much as you want.

   Mother’s Day 2008 has come and gone. This is one day when people go out of their way to show appreciation to mothers and grandmothers by saying thank you with phone calls, gifts and spending time together. It is truly one of the most special days of the year and the attention is certainly deserved by the women upon whom we all owe our existence.  Personally, I like to wait until after the hoopla of the day has passed before paying tribute to the women who have the most important job in the world.

   This week I want to thank my good friend Cecile Coutu for sending me an email with the following little story that uses a bit of humour to demonstrate just how misunderstood and underappreciated mothers really are. Unfortunately, people in our society tend to “define” a person by what they do and where they work rather than by who they are as an individual. I admire women who have the confidence to state proudly that they are a “mom” first and foremost without feeling as if they must also have some other career title to go along with their name. For it is the role of “mother” that is the most demanding of all careers, and it is that “occupation” that should be revered above all others.

   Read the story below and see what I mean. It was told by an unknown woman who was “just a housewife”, but I think every mother in the world, whether you have a career outside the home or not, will appreciate the opportunity to use this approach at some time in the future.

   One day a woman who was renewing her driver's license was asked by the female clerk to state her occupation.  The woman hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
   
   "What I mean is,” explained the recorder,  "do you have a job or are you just a ..?"
 
   "Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.
 
   "I'm a Mom."
 
   "We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it,” said the recorder emphatically.
 
   The next time she found herself in a similar situation she was in front of a clerk at the Town Hall. The clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, Town Registrar. "What is your occupation?" she probed.
 
    The woman wasn’t sure what made her say what followed, but for some reason the words simply popped out. "I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."
 
   The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked up as though she had not heard right.  
  
  The woman repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words. Then she stared with wonder as the clerk wrote the title, “Research Associate in the Field of Child Development and Human Relations” in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.  
 
   "Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"
 
   Coolly, without any trace of fluster in her voice, the woman replied (note that the words in brackets were what the woman was thinking while she spoke to the clerk), “I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field, (normally the woman would have said indoors and out).  I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters).  Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (Any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).  But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."
 
   There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered the woman to the door.
 
   As the woman drove into her driveway, buoyed up by her glamorous new career, she was greeted by her lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.  Upstairs she could hear their new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. She felt she had scored a beat on bureaucracy!  And she had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."  

   Motherhood!  What a glorious career!  Especially when there's a title on the door.

   To all grandmothers, congratulations on your fabulous career as "Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations" And congratulations to great grandmothers, our new "Executive Senior Research Associates?"  
 
   Happy Mother’s Day – Every Day!

  I read a quote the other day by Tom Peters. He said, “I've spent a good part of my life studying economic successes and failures...above all, I've learned that everything takes a back seat to innovation.”
 
  It is hard to argue against what Mr. Peters said. Innovation, after all, seems to be the “ultimate goal”, the “key to survival” in business and government today. Everyone is being encouraged to “think outside the box” and use their creativity to come up with new and improved ways of doing things. After all, it’s been said that “if you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll always get what you’ve always got.”  In other words, it is ludicrous to expect different results if you continue to do what you’ve always done in the past.

   So when businesses and government organizations have a chance to hire new graduates fresh out of college or university, it must be just like striking gold! These young men and women are eager and ready to use their talents and passions to change the world.

   And yet, every time I read about innovation being the next big “thing” when it comes to a philosophical approach to the world of business, I am reminded of some of my own personal experiences when I entered new chapters of my life. I once recall being cautioned by a friend and colleague of mine who warned me AGAINST standing out from the crowd. He advised me that if I wanted to be successful in my career I should hold back my enthusiasm and passion to avoid “showing up” everyone else around me who did not share my attitude. He told me to go with the flow, do my job, and I would get along fine with everyone else.  If I did too good a job, my fellow workers would resent it and they would work against me to make it impossible for me to succeed.

   I had almost forgotten that conversation until I read about “Perry the Peacock”.  The following is a brief excerpt from “A Peacock In The Land of The Penquins”, written by B.J. Gallagher and Warren Schmidt. As you read it, see if you recognize anything familiar about the story and where you work or the organizations to which you belong.

   Perry the Peacock was in for a number of different challenges when he left the land of Learning and went to work in the Land of Penquins .

   He was used to hard work and fighting for his ideas and competing with many different kinds of birds, but nothing in his background had prepared him for the unique ways and special customs of the Land of Penguins .

   He wanted to do well and be successful. He was flattered that these powerful and prestigious penguins had recruited him into their ranks, and he wanted to please them.
 
   He studied the penguins’ walk, their talk, and their style. “How strange,” he thought to himself. “They all look alike. They’re like clones of each other”. He was intrigued and puzzled at the same time.
 
   And as time went on, his troubles began…
 
   Some of the penguins began to grumble that his distinctive peacock voice was too loud. You see, penguins speak in subdued, modulated tones, and the peacock’s laughter and excited exclamations startled their time-honoured sense of propriety.
 
   His feathers began to show more and more all the time, as he worked hard and accomplished many great things. Everyone agreed that he was quite talented and productive, and they liked the impressive results of his work. But his flashy, colourful style made some of the senior penguins uneasy.
 
   Some of the junior penguins privately speculated about how long he would last in the Land of Penguins . They saw how unpenguinlike he was, and wondered how long this would be tolerated by the elders.
 
   You can imagine where the rest of the story is heading so there is no need to go on. I think you can also see that Perry The Peacock likely didn’t remain in the Land of Penguins very long.
 
   The Land of Penguins exists in far too many places today. Many businesses and organizations may “talk about innovation and the need for employees to be creative risk-takers”, but it quite another thing to “walk the talk”. If you stand out from the crowd, the crowd will quickly put you back in your place. The biggest problem we have in society today is not a lack of innovative ideas, but rather a general “acceptance of mediocrity”. We know what it takes to be successful, but many of us are happy and content right where we are, without having to put in more effort than necessary. When a “Peacock” comes into our midst, many people feel the need to undermine this innovative spirit lest it makes the rest of the group look bad.

   People often ask me where I get the topics for my weekly editorials and articles. I explain that there is no magic formula or plan of action that I follow. I just go about my life knowing that each week something will come up that moves me in some strange and powerful way and I will know what to write. It’s a lot like shopping for a new jacket. You may not know exactly what you are looking for when you enter the store, but when you see the right jacket you’ll know it was what you were looking for.
 
   Just for a little bit of background about today’s editorial, let me explain that The Vision Paper is available online by going to the web site www.thevisionpaper.com You can read all of the articles in many of the past issues. Also, for the past five or six years, I have been personally publishing a community web site called Valley East Today, at www.valleyeasttoday.ca That web site contains a massive amount of information and stories about the people and places of Valley East . It has become an online living history of Valley East .
 
   Therefore, news about Valley East is travelling all over the world through the power of the internet. As such, we have no idea who is reading our articles and editorials. So imagine how I felt when I sat at my computer the other morning and read the following email:

   It has been said that a person can read or hear something a thousand times, but for some strange reason, we cannot discover the true meaning of the words until we are ready to discover it.
 
   Perhaps that is why these weekly editorials are so popular among readers of the Vision Paper. Many of the stories and examples I use have been around for decades, and most of you have likely seen them countless times before, but no matter how often you have seen one of these stories, the affect it has on you depends on what is going on in your life at the moment you read it. The last time you read the story it may not have had any impact on you. But this time, it may have a profound meaning because of something that has happened to you recently. The next time you read the story it may have a totally different implication. I know this is true because I often go back and read my editorials over again and each time I read one it has a different affect on me.
  
  So I want you to read this next sentence carefully. I used it in the title and I am repeating it again.  “Human thoughts have a tendency to transform themselves into their physical equivalent.” That quotation apparently comes from a man named, Earl Nightingale. I’m not sure who Earl Nightingale is, and I doubt if the quotation would have meant much to me if I had read it last year. I’m also aware of different versions of the concept. Nevertheless, a number of things have happened in my world during the past several months that have given a whole new meaning to those words.
 
   The first time I saw that sentence I had to stop and read it over again. I don’t know why, but it seemed to illuminate me in a way I had never experienced before. Each time I looked back at the sentence the feeling became stronger and it seemed as if I was somehow going through a transformation. I couldn’t quite explain what was going on, but I knew deep down that I was no longer the same person I was before I read that sentence.
 
   Within a few days of reading the quotation an opportunity came up for me to do something I have always dreamed of doing for my community. Most of you know from past editorials that I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and the meaning behind what takes place in your life is serving your own evolution as a person. So I didn’t find it unusual one morning a couple of weeks ago to be sitting down talking to a man I had never met before about a project he was about to begin.  The result of that brief conversation is that many of the “thoughts” that have been with me for years are about to “transform themselves into their physical equivalent”, just as it says in the quotation.
 
   What’s even more astounding is that everything I am currently doing in my life that seemed to be disconnected is actually coming together in a way that will make it much easier for me to “transform those thoughts into their physical equivalent”. It’s almost as if by reading that quotation I was able to see the relevance of the opportunity this man was providing me. I have never considered myself to be a person lacking in self-confidence, but my state of confidence has risen to a new level since reading that quotation and I have no doubt at all that this new venture will succeed and in so doing make all of my other activities more fulfilling at the same time.
 
   And so as I sat down at my computer to write my editorial for this week, I realized that as human beings we all have such a tremendous responsibility to each other. You must wake up each day with the understanding that your actions will be absorbed by the people around you and they will experience the fullness of life to the level of your influence. Never take this level of influence for granted. Your thoughts will “transform themselves into their physical equivalent”, so make sure that your thoughts are going to result in a positive transformation for whomever it is that you exert your influence.
 
   Thomas Edison once said, “Many of life’s failures are men and women who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up”. I hope this week I can somehow give you the courage and motivation to hold on just a bit longer to those dreams you once had. Look for the opportunities to “transform your thoughts into their physical equivalent”. The conditions will one day be perfect and everything will make sense. You will never know from where the motivation or illumination will come, but it will eventually come as long as you hold on to those dreams. Don’t give up too soon. Success may be just a day away.
 
    Have a good week!

    We’ve been listening to warnings for many years that our young people are going to face fierce competition for the best jobs in the future. The main competition is going to come from immigrants from foreign countries who come to Canada armed with an excellent education and a work ethic that is making business owners drool with anticipation. It’s been said that in Japan alone, the TOP 25% of their graduating students outnumber ALL of the students graduating in North America every year. And many of those Japanese graduates dream of coming to Canada to start a career.

   Even if our government creates immigration policies that protect our young people from some of this competition, we can’t guard Canadian businesses from the global marketplace where the strongest companies will prevail. Canadian companies must be prepared to adapt through innovation and creativity in order to withstand the competition from abroad. Consider the following story as a simple example of what we are up against.
  
 “A Japanese company and a Canadian company had a boat race. The Japanese company won by a kilometre. The Canadians hired analysts to figure out what went wrong. They reported that the Japanese had one person managing and seven rowing, while the Canadians had seven managing and only one rowing. The Canadian company immediately restructured its team. Now they had one senior manager, six management consultants and one rower. In the rematch the Japanese won by two kilometres. The Canadian company fired the rower.”

   University and college students will soon be finished school for the summer and will be out looking for work. Local businesses should do whatever they can to find a spot for these young, energetic “rowers of our community”. This is the perfect time to begin that project you have always wanted to do but couldn’t find the time or the manpower. Hire a couple of students for a few months and see what happens. Who knows, this may be the shot in the arm that your business needs to generate more customers. Our young people have a lot of energy and some good ideas. Give them a chance. Here is another story for you.

   Consider the story of the American, the Scot and the Canadian who were killed in a car accident. They arrived at the gates of heaven, where a flustered Saint Peter explained that there had been a mistake. “Give me $500 each,” he said, “and I’ll return you to earth as if the whole thing never happened.”

   “Done!” said the American. Instantly he found himself standing unhurt near the scene of the accident.

   “Where are the others?” a medic asked.

   “Last I knew,” said the American, “the Scot was haggling price, and the Canadian was arguing that his government should pay.”

   We should all follow the leadership of the American in this story. Never mind worrying how much you are going to pay the students. And don’t wait for government grants to subsidize the wages you will have to pay. The American saw an opportunity and immediately seized upon it. The availability of eager, well-trained, energetic young students who are willing to do any type of work for the summer, is an opportunity which business owners cannot let slip away. These young people do not demand much in wages and can add a great deal of creativity and ingenuity to any local operation. In fact, many are taking courses at school which may end up being very helpful in establishing strategic planning for your business. Furthermore, it is a chance to pass on some of your valuable experience to students. This will help them greatly in getting through their future courses and graduating as contributing members of society.

   I leave you with a final story about a young man who applied to a finance agency for a job, but he had no experience. He was so persistent that the manager gave him a tough account with the promise that if he collected, he’d get the job. The manager thought that he was rid of the person for good.

   Two hours later, the young man came back with the whole amount paid in full. “Amazing!” the manager said. “How did you do it?”

   “Easy.” the young man replied. “I told him if he didn’t pay up, I’d tell all his other creditors that he already paid us.”

   So give the kids a chance this summer. Let them “earn” experience in your business and give them the tough assignments. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised at the results. They will need all the help they can to develop the skills necessary to help them compete for jobs in a very competitive global economy. You can help!

   The root of most of the problems in society today is that many people are unwilling to engage in the hard, honest work that is necessary in order to achieve personal success.

   We all want the easy way out! We want to ‘win’ the big lottery so that we can retire and live in the lap of luxury! And when things don’t go exactly the way we planned, instead of increasing our work effort, we seek others to blame for our misfortune. Furthermore, instead of being happy for others who are successful, many of us tend to find fault with them or accuse them of using less than honest methods to achieve their rewards. In other words, we all want to be successful ourselves, but we are often jealous of others who are successful.

   The other day I read a little story in one of my emails about a young man in high school who obviously has a very bright future thanks to his focus on three letters, M.I.H. This kid has a passion for excellence in everything he does, particularly in his favourite sport, wrestling. Last year he had what most considered an amazing wrestling season and ended up coming in second place in the provincial championships.

   The day after the finals, he was back in the same old gym working out in the same old sweats with one small change. He had placed white tape on each of his three middle fingers, and on each piece of tape was a letter. M.I.H. His friends, family, and teammates all repeatedly asked about the letters, but he refused to divulge their meaning.

   He kept the letters on his fingers all year, and he trained harder than ever, until he again found himself at the provincial championship tournament one year later. This time the outcome was slightly different and not a surprise to anyone who had witnessed his daily determination in the gym; he was crowned provincial champion.

   Finally, he was able to share with everyone that while they cheered his second place finish the year before, he vowed to himself to get better – to be the best. Displaying vision beyond his years, he developed his clear goal, designed a plan to achieve it, and created a tool to provide focus. He knew that if he really wanted to be the best, it was up to him. He was determined to Make It Happen. The letters M.I.H. became his inspiration. Make It Happen!

  We all have to face a basic fact of life and the sooner we realize it the better. Success is not going to fall in your lap. You have to work for it. Sure, we will come across the odd person who was fortunate enough to come into success by chance, but for the vast majority of people in this world, nothing comes easy. The sooner in life we learn this lesson, the better. It is only through hard, consistent effort that we will reap our just rewards. And only through hard, consistent effort will we appreciate, and cherish those rewards.

   Perhaps we all need to take a field trip to a farmyard and spend some time watching the lowly hen go about her daily business. It was once described in a book I read that “hard work means nothing to a hen”. Regardless of the price of eggs, she keeps on digging worms and laying eggs.

   If the ground is hard, she scratches harder.

   If it is dry, she digs deeper.

   If it’s wet, she digs where it is dry.

   If she strikes a rock, she digs around it.

   If she gets a few more hours of daylight in the barnyard, she digs a few more hours.

   Have you ever seen a pessimistic hen?

   Have you ever seen a hen cackle in disgust at the prospect of her job?

   Did you ever hear one cluck because the work was hard, the conditions were poor, and some of her eggs were taken from her before they hatched?

   Of course not!

   Hens save their breath for digging. They save their cackles for the eggs that are laid.

   So next time you find yourself wishing that things would begin going better in your life, think about the hen in the barnyard and start scratching. Think about the young high school student and the initials, M.I.H. Make It Happen! Go after your dreams! Don’t wait for them to come to you! And for goodness sake, be persistent in your efforts and never give up. Only then will those dreams come true.

   I have had the opportunity to interview some very interesting people from a number of different career fields recently. I am the host of a radio show on CKLU 96.7 FM that is broadcast from Laurentian University every Monday night beginning at 6 p.m.   It is a live talk show that is done in a “Larry King Live” format where I get to take part in a very relaxed and informal conversation with a special guest each week. We talk about a wide variety of topics that revolve around education and the different careers they have been in, all the while trying to provide young listeners with some good advice and food for thought.

   Most of us are doing quite well in this life. Admittedly, we all have moments when we seem to be too busy to get everything done during the day or there just doesn’t seem to be enough money to go around. There are also times when other people, often strangers, ask us for help, and while we would like to help them, we just can’t find the time or the money to comply. We’re too busy thinking about ourselves.

   This week I came across an old story that I want to share a story with you about a lady named Ruth who found out that the way to true happiness and satisfaction is not about how much you have, but what you do with it.

   Ruth went to her mail box one day and found that there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening. There was no stamp and no postmark. Only her name and address. She read the letter.

Dear Ruth:

I’m going to be in your neighbourhood Saturday afternoon and I would like to visit.

Love always

Jesus

   Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. “Why would the Lord want to visit me? I’m nobody special. I don’t have anything to offer.” With that thought Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.

   “Oh, my goodness, I really don’t have anything to offer. I’ll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner.”

   Ruth was a widow who lived by herself and barely had enough money from her pension to get by. She hurried down to the grocery store and purchased a loaf of French Bread, some sliced cold cuts and a carton of milk, leaving her with less than fifty cents until Monday.

   Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.

   “Hey lady! Can you help us, lady?” Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans; she hadn’t even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.

   “Look lady, I ain’t got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it’s getting cold and we’re getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we’d really appreciate it.”

   Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty; they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to. “Sir, I’d like to help you, but I’m a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I’m having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him.”

   “Yeah, well, okay lady. I understand. Thanks anyway.”   The man put his arm around the woman’s shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart. “Sir, wait!”

   The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. “Look, why don’t you take this food. I’ll figure out something else to serve my guest.”

   She handed the man her grocery bag. “Thank you lady. Thank you very much!”

   “Yes, thank you!” It was the man’s wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering.

   “You know, I’ve got another coat at home. Here, why don’t you take this one.” Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman’s shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street...without her coat and nothing to serve her guest.

   “Thank you lady! Thank you very much!”

   Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn’t have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another letter in her mailbox.

   “That’s odd. The mailman doesn’t usually come on Saturday.” She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.

Dear Ruth:

It was so good to see you again. 

Thank you for the lovely meal. 

And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.

Love always,

Jesus

   The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.

   As you go about your normal routines this week, pay attention to the people in this world who really need your compassion and understanding. The next person who asks you for help may be that important guest you were expecting all along.

    During the early years of my adult life I had a tendency to examine new interests and goals of mine from the point of view of how long it would take and how much effort was going to be required. Many of the things I wanted to do were abandoned because I felt it would take too long to get them done. I often convinced myself that because of my responsibilities at work and at home I just didn’t have time to pursue many new dreams.
 
   A defining moment in my life occurred when I was “thinking” about getting my Masters Degree back in the early 1980’s, and it changed my entire philosophy of life.
 
   Central Michigan University announced that weekend courses would be offered specifically for teachers seeking their master’s degree.  To earn credit for a single course required spending three weekends in class over a period of five weeks with assignments done in between each weekend session. The classes were offered in Sudbury and North Bay . It would take ten courses and almost three years to complete the program. I had always wanted to pursue my Master’s degree but since I was in my mid-thirties I wasn’t sure if it was worth the time and effort.
 
   While I was deciding whether or not to take advantage of this opportunity, my wife asked, “If you don’t start taking these courses today, what will you be saying three years from now?” That question hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized that in three years I could either be saying “I have my Master’s Degree.” Or “I wish I had started my courses three years ago because now I would have my degree.” The next day I enrolled in the program and ended up with my degree two and a half years later.
 
   Ever since then, whenever I am faced with a decision about whether or not to begin working towards something worthwhile that will take a lot of time and effort, I ask myself that same question. “If I don’t do this, what will I be saying three years from now?”
 
   A few weeks ago my wife informed me that she had always wanted to get into “pet therapy” on a volunteer basis. This involves bringing a highly trained dog around on visits with seniors and children who are disadvantaged, ill or just in need of company. Apparently this is very popular in some parts of Canada and the United States . You visit with a small group or with individuals and they get to talk to you, pet the dog and generally feel a little bit better for the time spent in your company. Dogs have a tremendous therapeutic affect on seniors and children and have been found to greatly reduce anxiety and stress.
 
    It takes a long time to train a dog to be a good therapeutic pet, and even at that, there is no guarantee that the dog will be suited for this type of work. This was apparently something that my wife has thought about for a long time, but she had put her own dreams on hold while devoting her entire life to fulfilling her family responsibilities. Now that all of our children are on their own, she has time for herself, but she finds herself at an age when most people are looking at slowing down and taking it easy, not considering getting into a new venture that may take years to develop.
 
   Last week the opportunity came up to buy a wonderful new puppy that is a good breed for “pet therapy”.  The last thing I wanted to do was get another dog, but once again the question popped up in my mind. “If we don’t buy that puppy and start training it for volunteer work in pet therapy, what will we be saying three years from now? Will we be saying, ‘ It is so nice to be able to brighten up the lives of hundreds of seniors and children with our three year old therapy dog’, or will we be saying, ‘We wish we would have bought the pup when we had the chance.’?”
 
   By the time you read this editorial we will have had our new puppy, Cooper, for almost a week.
 
   How many times during your own life have you wanted to do something but put the idea on hold, simply because it seemed as if it would take too much effort and time to accomplish your ultimate goal. Think of all the books you could have read if you had read just one chapter per day. Think of all the letters you could have written to family and friends if you had only written one letter a week.
 
   Always keep in mind that the sun will rise and fall 365 days a year. What you choose to do in between sunset and sunrise will determine many things in your life. Time will go on regardless and it waits on nobody.
 
   If there is something that you have always wanted to do, forget about how old you are; forget about how long it will take; just ask yourself, “If I don’t start today, what will I be saying three years from now?”
 
   Have a good week!

    Over the course of my life I have learned that there is no person born on this earth who doesn’t make a difference in the lives of others they touch. Everyone is important, and everyone has the ability to make a tremendous impact on each and every person they meet. More often than not, we have no idea how much a simple gesture or kind word means to another person. Consider the following story I came across the other day, and send a copy of it to someone who means a lot to you.

   “A teacher in New York decided to honour each of her senior students by telling them the difference they each made. Using a process developed by Helice Bridges of Del Mar , California , she called each student to the front of the class, one at a time. First she told them how the student made a difference to her and the class. Then she presented each of them with a blue ribbon imprinted with white letters which read, “Who I Am Makes A Difference”.

   Afterwards the teacher decided to do a class project to see what kind of impact recognition would have on a community. She gave each of the students three more ribbons and instructed them to go out and spread this acknowledgment ceremony. Then they were to follow up on the results, see who honoured whom and report back to the class in about a week.

   One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive in a nearby company and honoured him for helping with his career planning. He gave him a blue ribbon and put it on his shirt. Then he gave him two extra ribbons, and said, “We’re doing a class project on recognition, and we’d like you to go out, find somebody to honour, give them a blue ribbon, then give them the extra ribbon so they can acknowledge a third person to keep this acknowledgement ceremony going. Then please report back to me and tell me what happened.”

   Later that day the junior executive went in to see his boss, who was well-known as being kind of a grouchy fellow. He sat his boss down and he told him that he deeply admired him for being a creative genius. The boss seemed very surprised. The junior executive asked him if he would accept the gift of the ribbon and would he give him permission to put it on him. His surprised boss said, “Well, sure.” The junior executive took the blue ribbon and placed it right on his boss’s jacket above his heart. As he gave him the last extra ribbon, he said,   

   “Would you do me a favour? Would you take this extra ribbon and pass it on by honouring somebody else? The young boy who first gave me the ribbons is doing a project in school and we want to keep this recognition ceremony going and find out how it affects people.”

   That night the boss came home to his 14-year old son and sat him down. He said, “The most incredible thing happened to me today. I was in my office and one of the junior executives came and told me he admired me and gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius. Imagine. He thinks I’m a creative genius. Then he put this blue ribbon that says ‘Who I Am Makes A Difference’ on my jacket above my heart. He gave me an extra ribbon and asked me to find somebody else to honour. As I was driving home tonight, I started thinking about whom I would honour with this ribbon and I thought about you. I want to honour you. My days are really hectic and when I come home I don’t pay a lot of attention to you. Sometimes I scream at you for not getting good enough grades in school and for your bedroom being a mess, but somehow tonight, I just wanted to sit here and, well, just let you know that you do make a difference to me. Besides your mother, you are the most important person in my life. You’re a great kid and I love you!”

   The startled boy started to sob and sob, and he couldn’t stop crying. His whole body shook. He looked up at his father and said through his tears, “I was planning on committing suicide, Dad, because I didn’t think you loved me. Now I don’t need to.”

   There are many people in your life who mean a lot to you. Let them know how much you care. You never know what kind of difference a little encouragement or recognition can make to a person. Give out your own blue ribbons; give out your smile; give a compliment to a person who has helped you in any way; let them know that in some small way, they make a difference to you. And always remember that there are many people in this world who think you are special and mean a lot to them as well. They may not always tell you so, but it is more true than you can imagine. You do make a difference!

    What a world we are living in today!
 
   It is possible to communicate to hundreds and thousands of people all over the world in an instant through email. We are constantly connecting to people all day long by cell phones, land lines, emails and through the internet with newsgroups and Facebook. You can pick up your phone and talk to people thousands of miles away just as if they were in the next room. We often find ourselves running from one meeting to another, or one organization to another, or from one activity to another, with never enough time to really sit back and truly enjoy the significance of what we are doing. People come into our lives one day and they are gone the next. We meet so many different people during the course of the year or even during the course of a busy day.

   And yet, despite all of this involvement with other people, we are also living during a time when many of us feel disconnected and lonely. We can live for years beside a next door neighbour without ever speaking to them. We can have family members in the same town and not have time to visit them or call them. We have so many casual acquaintances and we are around so many people, but many of us still feel as if we are on our own, alone to fend for ourselves in a hostile environment where very few people really care about us or what happens to us, especially when we are down on our luck and things are not going well. They are all too worried about themselves and their own problems to be concerned about ours.

   Fortunately, even in “down times” there is often that one person, sometimes a complete stranger you have never met, who comes along and does just the right thing to pick you up and restore your faith in mankind. For some, it is the slightest gesture of good will that is enough to make all the difference in the world.
 
   To illustrate this point more vividly, consider the classic story I came across recently about a high school student named Mark, who was walking home from school one day when he noticed that a boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles. They were walking in the same direction, so he helped the boy carry some of the items.
 
   As they walked, Mark discovered the boy’s name was Bill and that he loved video games, baseball and history. Mark also learned Bill was having a lot of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just recently broken up with his girlfriend.
 
   When they arrived at Bill’s home, Mark was invited inside for a cold soft drink and to watch a bit of television. The two boys spent a couple of hours with a few laughs and some small talk, and then Mark went home.
 
   They continued to see each other around school the odd time during the next few years and had lunch together once or twice, but that was the extent of their relationship. Finally, three weeks before they were both to graduate from high school, Bill asked Mark if they could talk.
 
   Bill reminded Mark of the day several years ago when they had first met. “Did you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?” Bill asked. “You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn’t want to leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mother’s sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up those books that day, you did a lot more. You saved my life.”
 
   The next time you have a chance to say something positive or encouraging to another human being, or to make the slightest gesture to show that you care, do so! If you see someone who looks discouraged or down, stop and talk to that person. Let the person know that there is someone who cares, even if the two of you have never met. Don’t let those opportunities get away from you.
 
   Your words and gestures have a tremendous amount of power. Use them wisely. You really never know just how much they can mean to someone else.

     I have often thought about pursuing a career as a professional mediator. Admittedly, I do not have any formal education or certification which would qualify me for this line of work, but during my career as a classroom teacher and in my role as a father of three boys, I have certainly had enough experience in mediating disputes and conflict management.
 
   In most of the disputes to which I have been witness, whether directly involved or as a bystander, inevitably the parties end up engaging in an exchange of unnecessary and unkind comments that are clearly intended to cause anger or injury to their adversary. Those comments usually result in counterattacks that are thrown back and forth until one side is victorious or a compromise is reached.
 
   The truth is, we are all flawed human beings. That means at times we make a personal comment, or react to a situation in anger, only to wish we could take back our words or say what we really wanted to say in a different manner. Human beings are, by nature, confrontational animals. We like to get in the last word! We are quick to strike back with a negative comment when we are angry or when we are insulted. We don’t like to sit back and take criticism. Many times, our verbal attacks make us feel good for the moment, but then we feel a sense of remorse and regret afterwards when we realize that what we actually said may have inflicted great pain on those around us – most often to someone we love dearly.
 
   Whenever I find myself forced to step in and help two “warring parties” resolve a conflict that has escalated into name calling and insults, I have found that the quickest way to settle things down is to interrupt the assault and ask one of the people involved what they expected to accomplish by making their negative remark. I try to get them to examine whether their comments made things better or worse. This period of calm reflection is often enough to begin the process of resolving the conflict. Once people focus on what caused the conflict in the first place and they clearly state what they hope to accomplish once they get beyond their dispute, they are in a better position to begin the process towards a positive outcome.
 
   The use of words as weapons is not something that is common only among children. Indeed, it is the weapon of choice for many adults, and the battle wounds in a war of words are often injuries that never heal.
 
   Many years ago I discovered a little story that best explains the damage that can be done by words. It is a story I have told countless times to students in my classes and it is indeed one of my favourites. The next time you find yourself mediating a dispute between your children, or even your adult friends, acquaintances or co-workers, ask them to take a break for a few minutes. Ask each of them what they expected to accomplish by their negative remarks. And then tell them the following story.

     Stress management is a very important part of my life. Over the years I have been involved in many different activities, often at the same time. If I had not developed a strategy for coping with stress I never would have survived this long.
 
   In my current capacity as an Independent Education and Career Development Advisor, I am seeing first-hand that stress is the root cause of many learning problems plaguing our young people today. It is also the root cause of many health problems, both mental and physical, among adults, especially parents.
 
   Some time ago I attended a seminar about Stress Management. I forget who the lecturer was at the time, but I do remember the lesson he taught. It was the best explanation I ever heard about stress and how it works. You may want to try this experiment at home.
 
   The lecturer gave everyone a glass of water and asked us all if we could lift it without any difficulty. It was an 8 oz glass of water in a plastic container, so obviously we all told him that it was very light and we would have no problem lifting the glass.
 
   He then told us to pick up the cup with our right hand and hold it up in the air with our right arm stretched out straight.
 
   While we were doing this, the lecturer explained, "The absolute weight of the cup doesn't matter. You can all hold it with ease right now. What does matter is how long you try to hold it. If you hold it for a minute, that's not a problem. If you hold it for an hour, you'll have an ache in your right arm. If you hold it for several hours, you'll have to call an ambulance. In each case it's the same weight, but the longer you hold it, the heavier it becomes."
 
   As the participants in the room began to moan and grown under the strain of holding the cup at arm’s length, he continued, "And that's the way it is with stress. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burdens become increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on. With the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again.  When we're refreshed, the glass feels lighter again and it is easy to hold. The same is true with the things that cause stress in our life.”
 
   It didn’t take long for most of us to eventually put the cup down and begin rubbing our arm to get the circulation going again. The point was well taken.
 
   Ever since that day whenever I find that a problem or situation is beginning to get to me, I think about the cup of water. I examine the problem and realize that while it may seem like a simple matter, the longer I let it eat away at me, the worse the situation will become and eventually it may get the better of me.
 
  And so, I have developed several effective ways of “putting my burden down for a while and resting” so that when I face the matter again, I will be refreshed and it won’t seem like such a big deal. Everyone can find their own ways of relaxing. In my case, I find that exercising for a couple of hours a day in a little fitness room we’ve created in our basement helps a lot. I also like to take a break every day to read for an hour or so. Going for a walk around the subdivision with my wife works wonders for my mind. This year I find spending an hour or so shoveling the driveway is great for reducing stress and I’ve certainly had a lot of opportunity for this activity.
 
   Regardless of your age or current situation, try to remember to put your problems away for a while every day. They won’t go away. They’ll just get “heavier” unless you put them down for a while and get refreshed. 
 
   Just remember the cup of water. You can pick up that same cup over and over again without any difficulty as long as you put it down to rest every so often. If you try to hold the cup continuously without moving or resting, eventually it will become so heavy that you will no longer be able to carry it.
 
   And a special final message for parents – your children are also under a great deal of stress today. Help them develop positive stress management strategies or you will run into serious problems as they grow older.
 
   Have a good week!

  Thursday, February 14 is Valentine’s Day. Millions of cards, boxes of chocolates and flowers will exchange hands as a sign of love and affection. Friday, February 15 is the day after Valentine’s Day and everything will return to normal.  Many people will even spend time making mental notes about the people who FORGOT to send them a message of love the day before.
  
   Author Stephen Levine once asked the question, “If you had an hour to live and could spend that hour making phone calls, who would you call, what would you say, and WHY ARE YOU WAITING?”

   “I Like Not Only To Be Loved, But To Be Told That I Am Loved - The Realm of Silence Is Large Enough Beyond The Grave.” Those words, spoken by George Elliot, ring out loud and true, not only on Valentine’s Day, but throughout the entire year.
  
   To answer Stephen Levine, who knows what we are waiting for? Do we think we will live forever and that someday we will get around to telling or showing the people about whom we care just how much we love them? How often have we attended a funeral and wished that we had made that phone call or personal visit that we kept pushing aside until it was too late?

   We all know that there are many people who love and care for us. We also know that we love and care for many people. So why the big fuss about sending cards, letters and gifts to those people on Valentine’s Day? BECAUSE WE ARE HUMAN BEINGS AND WITHOUT LOVE WE WILL PERISH – THAT’S WHY!

   Many of you may have heard of a man named Leo Buscaglia. He was the professor at the University of Southern California who started a “love” course. Within weeks it was filled to capacity as students enrolled to find out more about this basic need of mankind. He quickly became famous through lectures and books about love as he expressed in words and feelings what living is really about.

   To Buscaglia, love is about expression. To learn how to love you must LIVE LOVE.  One of his students once stated “I find love much like a mirror. When I love another, he becomes my mirror and I become his, and in reflecting in each other’s love we see infinity.”
   
  Buscaglia always held the belief that one of the greatest miracles of life is that when you share your love with others, you don’t lose any of it. For example, you could teach a person everything you know and still know everything you know. You don’t lose this knowledge; you are merely sharing that knowledge. Therefore, in the same way, it is possible for you to love many people and demonstrate those feelings and still have all the love energy you ever had.

   And so we find ourselves approaching another Valentine’s Day. School children are busy preparing Valentine cards for their classmates. Husbands and wives are busy purchasing that perfect card or gift. Restaurants get ready for one of their busiest days of the year. All so that we can express our love to others and receive expressions of love in return.

   All of this may seem a bit artificial. So do your self a favour this Valentine’s Day or even during the days after Valentine’s Day. Take time from your busy and complicated life to express your love. Pick up the phone and call that person you haven’t spoken to for a while. Send a little note to a friend telling him or her how much you care.  Make every day Valentine’s Day. You may even want to make a list of people you want to call. Even if you only contact one person a week, in a whole year that means you will have spoken to 52 different people who may never know just how much you care.

   Remember, people like to be told they are loved, and the more you share your love, the more you will feel love yourself. 

   A couple of things happened recently that made me think about my personal identity and purpose in life.
 
   I was talking to an acquaintance in preparing for an article for The Vision when we began discussing how I’ve become more involved in education once again and she said, “Well of course. It’s not a big surprise. That’s who you are. You’re returning to your true passion.”
 
   After our meeting I thought a lot about what she had said to me.  She didn’t say “That’s WHAT you do.” She said “That’s WHO you are.” In other words, WHAT I am doing now in my life is more about WHO I am rather than WHAT I do.
 
   Then, as if to reinforce the point, a few days later I came across a quotation in a book from a person who happens to work as a family therapist. She said, “We must not allow other people’s limited perceptions to define us.”
 
  At that point I tried to recall the people I had come across during my daily activities during the previous week. There were so many. Some were people who I saw several times; others just in passing. I then realized the extent of my own “limited perceptions” of those people. All I knew about them was WHAT they did. Some were serving me in retail stores, banks, gas stations, or just walking by. Others were doing what they’ve always done whenever I’ve seen them. I realized that I did not know much about WHO they were as a person. All I know is WHAT they did when they were around me – obviously a “limited perception”.
 
   And then I thought about myself again. I wondered about the perceptions people had about me. I wondered just how many of them could say to me the words that my acquaintance had stated when she said, “That’s who you are”. She knew enough about me to be confident in making a statement about WHO I was and not just about WHAT I do. And she was right!
 
   I sat down and thought about how I introduce myself when I meet people I’ve never met before. It is an interesting exercise that you should do when you have the time.
 
   Pretend you are meeting someone for the first time. Your relationship with that stranger quickly becomes their “limited perception” of who you are. But it also becomes how you define yourself in the manner by which you introduce yourself. For example, depending on the circumstances of our meeting, I many introduce myself in many different ways. I may say, “Hi. My name is Robert Kirwan. I am the writer for the Vision Paper. Or, I am a retired teacher. Or, I am the marketing manager for the Hanmer Valley Shopping Centre. Or, I own a tutoring agency. Or, I am a web site publisher. Or, I am a radio show host.”
 
   Suddenly, while I was going through this exercise, a strange thing happened to me. I suddenly realized that in each of those above examples, I wasn’t introducing WHO I was. In fact, the way I introduce myself to people is entirely dependent upon the “limited relationship” I think is going to be established with the person to whom I am speaking. I was actually creating a “limited perception” in the mind of the person to whom I was speaking.
 
   In order to give a stranger a better idea of WHO I am, I would have to say something like, “Hi. I’m Robert Kirwan. I’m a husband. Or, I’m a father. Or, I’m a grandfather.” None of those terms would really tell a stranger much about me. Yet, when all is said and done, I can write, I can teach, I can organize marketing activities, I can find tutors for students, I can design web sites and I can talk on the radio. I can do a lot of different things, but so what? A lot of other people can do those things as well, but they are not ME. I do them differently because of WHO I am. But how can I really know WHO AM I?
 
   Finally, after a lot of deep thinking and reflection, I suddenly came up with the answer by asking myself another question. In order to discover my true identity, I asked myself the question, “WHY DO I DO WHAT I DO?”
 
   I came up with the same answer in virtually every area of my life. I do what I do because I like helping people. I actually feel uncomfortable when people do things for me. But I do like helping others and that explains a lot about WHAT I DO in the different areas of my life.
 
   I encourage you to go through the same exercise. Take a look at WHAT you do. Look at all of the different things you get involved in that could be used to introduce yourself when meeting a stranger. They ask yourself WHY you do those things. I guarantee that you will then be able to identify WHO you are. It will explain a lot about WHAT you do.
 
   Just remember… WHY YOU DO WHAT YOU DO DEFINES WHO YOU ARE.
 
   Have a good week! 

       I came across a profound quote by Eric Hoffer the other day that really hit home for me. The quote went something like this: "In times of change, learners inherit the earth, while the people who consider themselves educated find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists."
 
   Hoffer’s comment reaffirmed one of my own basic philosophical principals, for I take the position that there is no such thing on this earth as an “educated person”.
 
   In other words, as long as you are living and breathing, and as long as you experience life itself, you can never consider yourself “educated”. Every single moment in your life is a new learning situation that you have never before experienced.
 
   Perhaps this might be an oversimplification, but the following example will give you some idea of what I am getting at. It doesn’t matter how many times you have gotten up in the morning, walked over to the toaster and put in the bread for your morning nourishment. This morning when you walked over to the toaster was the only time in your life you will ever experience going through that action, on this particular day, at that particular time, during the entire period of your life here on earth. Tomorrow will be different, precisely because it will be a different day. And even if you do everything exactly the same as you have done every day in the past, when you do it tomorrow, you will be learning something new because you will be experiencing that “moment of your life” for the very first time. You may not think you are learning much in the greater scheme of things, but as you are going through the process of preparing the toast, you will be reinforcing some skills that form the total essence of your being. You may simply be learning just how important it is to take the butter out of the freezer the night before so it is soft in the morning. You may have learned that before, but this time you are learning once again how important it is to have soft butter to spread on your toast, so what you learned previously will be even stronger than it was before.
  
   If we examine how this principle applies to the world in general, it becomes much clearer. Take a look around you. The world is definitely changing and it will never, ever be the same again. Admittedly the world has gone through changes at other times in its history, but the enormity of what is happening to day is without precedent. Unfortunately there are many people who still insist on continuing to do what they have always done, and who want to live by the old rules. These people are experiencing frustration and failure around almost every corner. They are the ones who think they can rely upon the knowledge they have accumulated in the past to deal with the world we are living in today. They are, as Eric Hoffer says, “Beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists”.
 
   In fact, in times of change such as what we are currently experiencing, the only ones who are going to be able to cope are those among us who are continually striving to learn how to adapt to change and who are willing to prepare themselves for the future. They are the ones who are willing to do new things and have a thirst for expanding their knowledge of the world around them. They are “life-long learners” who wake up each day with renewed excitement about the prospects for the future and respond to the ever-changing world in an appropriate manner instead of constantly trying to fight change and make the new world adapt to them.
 
   And so be it. We are all students of the world. We are all, no matter what our age may be, going through “transition periods” in our own evolution. Each stage of life is preparing us for the next and each stage can be more wonderful than the one before, if only we accept the principle that life itself is one huge school system in which we will never be able to say we have completed our “education”. There is no such thing as an “educated” person. There are only those who embrace learning and those who don’t. As long as we are of this world, if we want to get the most from our experiences, we must embrace our role as learners, equipping ourselves for the world we are living in today and preparing for the world that will be tomorrow.
 
   Have a good week!