Learning to Dance in the Rain (a little long but worth reading)

The Power of Gratitude
by Mac Anderson and BJ Gallagher

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Introduction
from Learning to Dance in the Rain
by Mac Anderson and BJ Gallagher

 

The date was July 16, 2008. It was late in the afternoon and I was sitting in my hotel room in Louisville, Kentucky. I was scheduled to speak that evening for the Kentucky Association of School Administrators (KASA).

I was a little “down in the dumps.” I hadn’t gotten to exercise lately because of my traveling schedule and recently I’d experienced some mild bouts of vertigo (that inner ear condition that can cause the room to start spinning.) You got it…speaking and “spinning” are not good partners!

My keynote presentation was scheduled for 7:00 P.M., but I had been invited to show up at 6:00 to see a performance they said I’d enjoy. Little did I know that I was about to see something I would never forget.

They introduced the young musician. Welcome…Mr. Patrick Henry Hughes. He was rolled onto the stage in his wheelchair, and began to play the piano. His fingers danced across the keys as he made beautiful music.

He then began to sing as he played, and it was even more beautiful. For some reason, however, I knew that I was seeing something special. There was this aura about him that I really can’t explain and the smile…his smile was magic!

About ten minutes into Patrick’s performance, someone came on the stage and said…“I’d like to share a seven-minute video titled, The Patrick Henry Hughes story.” And the lights went dim.

Patrick Henry Hughes was born with no eyes, and a tightening of the joints which left him crippled for life. However, as a child, he was fitted with artificial eyes and placed in a wheelchair. Before his first birthday, he discovered the piano. His mom said, “I could hit any note on the piano, and within one or two tries, he’d get it.” By his second birthday, he was playing requests (You Are My Sunshine, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star). His father was ecstatic. “We might not play baseball, but we can play music together.”

Today, Patrick is a junior at the University of Louisville. His father attends classes with him and he’s made nearly all A’s, with the exception of 3 B’s. He’s also a part of the 214-member marching band. You read it right…the marching band! He’s a blind, wheelchair-bound trumpet player; and he and his father do it together. They attend all the band practices and the half-time performance in front of thousands. His father rolls and rotates his son around the field to the cheers of Patrick’s fans. In order to attend Patrick’s classes and every band practice, his father works the graveyard shift at UPS. Patrick said…“My dad’s my hero.”

But even more than his unbelievable musical talent, it was Patrick’s “attitude of gratitude” that touched my soul. On stage, between songs, he would talk to the audience about his life and about how blessed he was. He said, “God made me blind and unable to walk. BIG DEAL! He gave me the ability…the musical gifts I have…the great opportunity to meet new people.”

When his performance was over, Patrick and his father were on the stage together. The crowd rose to their feet and cheered for over five minutes. It gave me giant goose bumps!

My life was ready to meet Patrick Henry Hughes. I needed a hero, and I found one for the ages. If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never forget that night, that smile, that music, but most importantly, that wonderful “attitude of gratitude.”

I returned to Chicago and shared Patrick’s story with my wife, my friends, and our team at Simple Truths. About two weeks later, I received a letter from a friend. He said, “Mac, here is a quote from Vivian Greene that I think you’ll love!”

“Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass…it’s about learning how to dance in the rain!”

I thought…that’s it! We all face adversity in our life. However, it’s not the adversity, but how we react to it that will determine the joy and happiness in our lives. During tough times, do we spend too much time feeling sorry for ourselves, or, can we, with gratitude…learn how to dance in the rain?

It almost sounds too simple to feel important, but one word…gratitude, can change your attitude, and thus your life, forever. Sarah Breathnach said it best…

we choose

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Way Back When I Was A Kid

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Your Success and the Soccer Partner (post by Kirk Weisler)

Anyone who has attended any of my sessions or keynotes at conferences has probably seen me use the following video.   I think it is absolutely brilliant in helping to communicate several key messages about creating a positive workplace culture and not needing to be formally “in charge” to do it.

That is what I think….what do you think?

Kirk Out

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Monday Funny

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To the Mothers Who Won’t Get a Card This Weekend (post by Stephanie Gates)

May 10, 2014
by Stephanie Gates of “A Wide Mercy”

I hear the TV say,“To all the unselfish moms out there who traded salon cuts for pony tails, designer bags for diaper bags …” So it begins.

The barrage of Mother’s Day messages. For the last week, we have been cobbled with sentimentality everywhere we looked – TV, social media, grocery stores, restaurants. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids. I love being a mother more than I could say.

But this year, the Mother’s Day sentiment has made me cringe.

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I picture Faith Wambua, the Kenyan mother who kept her two small children quiet for five hours while lying on the floor of Niarobi mall which was under attack by a gunman. She sang to them and ‘played dead’. In the pictures you see her hand rest on her baby as she keeps him still and quiet for five hours to avoid being killed. Five hours. Can you imagine? I picture her lying on that tile floor, and tears rise from my chest. Mothering is so, so hard.

I think of the missing Nigerian girls right now, and of the women who mother them – the mothers and aunts and sisters and friends who are, right this minute, pacing their kitchens. Wondering if she is hungry or alone, and how scared she must be. I think about it, but only for a second, because I can’t stand the thought very long. I would be wild with fear and anger. I marvel at how those women can get through their day.

And of the woman in the Haitian earthquake a few years ago who talked and sang to her trapped children for days until they died. To sit on the ground while your child is squeezed under it … for hours that stretch out forever … until eventually he just stops crying. The weight of that moment, the helplessness and loss. Mothering is so, so hard.

I think of our own failed adoption. The dreams I had, the mistakes I made that I will never be able to make right. All of the potential and love and hope. Gone.

Or of the mother who just spent week 29 of a very scary pregnancy in a hospital bed, trying not to move and hoping beyond reason her baby stays alive. Mothering is so hard.

I think too of the women who devote their energy to nurturing those given to them. A dear friend who will never give birth, who spends her days comforting and praying for her friends. She too feels the heft of mothering, the longing and the weight of a love that demands to be given away. Or my dear single friend who pours her life into my kids. She knows all the secrets to get my toddler to sleep, she comforts my son when he’s anxious. She understands there is a moment in roasting green beans when the kids will eat every single one. Leave them in the oven another second, they burn, and the kids won’t touch them. My friends are mothering, too.

It is a sacred weight, ordinary and beautiful, marked by sacrifice and rejection and fear. Yet we long for it, beg God for it – for the bonds that link us both to those we nurture and to one another.

The life of a mother is both universal and unimaginably different, but in the face of so many complexities, we simplify. Advertisements and media messages conjure the picture we can most easily draw, and we honor the predictability of an ordinary mom. Of the moms like me.

We aren’t wrong for what we do. But this year, I am aware of how incomplete the image is. I am thinking of Faith Wambua and the Haitian mother and my infertile and single friends and my own loss. This year I will honor all of it, the sacred and the ordinary, the hurts I cannot fathom and the ones I know too well. I will remember all mothers this week.

Peace to you all this Mother’s Day.

I am Stephanie – mom to four beautifully rambunctious little kids and wife to a guy who still makes me smile. Last spring I moved to Colorado, where I fell in love with the mountain air and the Anglican church. If you have ever abandoned religion in search of faith, ever had to leave your hometown to find your home, or ever climbed to the very tip-top of a jungle gym to rescue an overzealous toddler, come sit by me. We’ll talk. You can visit my blog at A Wide Mercy.

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Love Notes (post by Leo Babauta)

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Posted: 05 May 2014 10:10 AM PDT

By Leo Babauta

My family leaves little unintentional loves notes for me all over the place.

I’m a bit of a neat freak — I like things decluttered and clean. And so when people in my house leave things around (which happens when you have lots of kids, naturally), I catch myself getting a little frustrated.

“Why can’t they clean up after themselves?” I’ll catch myself thinking. I know this is a self-centered thought, so when I’m mindful, I can just watch the thought arise and then let it pass peacefully by.

I’m not proud of it, but other times I don’t notice the selfishness and it can get me irritated. Lately I’ve discovered a mental trick that I really love: I see the things my family leaves around as little love notes for me.

My daughter leaves her legos all over the living room? A love note for me — yay! My son left his cookie crumbs all over the counter? Another love note — amazing! I can pick up after them gratefully, or give them a hug of thanks and ask them to clean up.

The legos can be seen as frustrating, because why don’t they clean up, or I can see them as the physical manifestation of my daughter’s personality, the things she’s passionate about, the playfulness in her heart. And I can realize that if she weren’t living with me, yes I’d have a lovely neat nevermessy home … but then she wouldn’t be in my life.

So now I see the legos as a reminder that I have this beautiful person in my life. A love note, unintented unexpected unendurably full of love.

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A Bit Uncommon (post by Kirk Weisler)

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I suspect most of you subscribers to the T4D are a bit Uncommon.  You try to build a little more spirit and motivation into your day.  You do it for yourselves and you do it for your co-workers.  You bring encouragement to those that are facing discouragement and you work to lift those that are feeling down.   And when everyone else seems to have accepted that “what is” as what will always be, YOU DO NOT.  You believe/KNOW that it can be more and it can be better.  And you work to make it better.

You are an UNCOMMON ACHIEVER… and you inspire me.  And you inspire others….and you make the world a better place.

Thank you for being UNCOMMON and even a little weird.

[ I think Kirk was talking about me 😀 ]me

 

Kirk out

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When Regret begets Regret (post by Kirk Weisler)

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I have had the need in my life to reconsider certain things I said.  Things a wiser person would most likely have not said.  Has this ever happened to you?    You say it, the words just come spilling out and then there was no way to get them back.   There is now nothing to do except to apologize. (Something I have had a lot of experience with.)    Which is probably both a good and bad thing.

Harder than saying your sorry to others can be letting go of it yourself.  But like the apology,  this too must be done.  We must do what we can to make it right, then let it go,  move on and be done with it.  We cannot hang onto our own regrets nor let them hang onto us.   If we do we’ll just begin creating something else we’ll regret.

We must not let the mistakes and blunders of yesterday creep in and darken the hope and potential of today. I love what Emerson had to say on the subject.

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” ~Emerson

The Future is waiting – Let Go of the Past and Fly into it!

Kirk Out

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LAW OF ATTRACTION: WHEN YOU LOOK FOR THE LITTLE, YOU SEE A LOT (post from LOVING WITH PURPOSE)

Photo courtesy of Law of Attraction

This story is my little…

I went into Wal-Mart (which it had been months since I’ve shopped), I had fifteen-minutes to get what I needed before I would be late for my dinner plans with family…and I don’t like to be disrespectful by showing up late. Since I had no list, I had to create one on the fly. I knew there were ONLY two things I had to get because they would be difficult to find, and I didn’t think hubby would find them easily on the shelf. Even I had never seen one of the products before so I couldn’t describe even what it looked like to him.

So here we go:

ONE: the movie The Wizard of Oz for my grandson’s upcoming birthday, and TWO: washing machine cleaner…which I had never heard of before. Only recently, had a few friends on Facebook told me about it as a solution to my washing machine issue.

Soooo…Now, only ten minutes to spare, I head over to electronics. As I turn the cart in that direction, I see a display unit in the middle of the isle filled with DVD’s…BOOM!…the first one to catch my eye>>>bottom, right hand corner of display…The Wizard of Oz. Yippee!

Next, I rush over toward the food section, head down the laundry isle, and without even looking for myself, I say, “Excuse me” to a woman and child. We walk away from our carts and meet each other in the middle. “Have you ever heard of washing machine cleaner?” In that very moment, only an arm’s length away, as I turn toward the shelf…BOOM! There it is “Washing Machine Cleaner.”

What did I attract? Exactly the two things I came for on this quick fifteen minute trip. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE The Law of Attraction/ The Secret.

I was still five minutes late for my family, but I apologized and life went on. 🙂

WHEN YOU LOOK FOR THE LITTLE, YOU END UP SEEING A LOT.

Try looking for these small, simple times when life hands you exactly what you want. Perhaps it’s that phone call when someone says, “I was just thinking about you!” or the item you so long to have in your life begins to appear everywhere. For me, I chose ‘orchids’ as my desire. After that I started seeing them everywhere. I would walk into a Kroger and BOOM they would be directly in front of the door, or on television show after show, or in a commercial. Next thing I was attracting, and didn’t even realize I wanted this particular sign…crosses. I can’t look at a board, a printed pattern, just about anything without seeing a cross catch my eye.

I don’t think of these things on a regular basis, they just appear…and since I’m aware, I see it.

This past weekend, I asked two of my grandchildren to think of one thing they would like to see more in their life. The granddaughter said “rainbows” and the grandson said “dinosaurs and tigers.” I told them if they start to see them in books, on television, in their classrooms, or even in the dirt…to give me a call. I’m excited to see if they remember this conversation and if they let me know what they’ve seen.

Call it what you will, the law of attraction is real. Whether you manifest what you think, or you are just becoming more aware, it’s all good.

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What You Can Do… DO (post by Kirk Weisler)

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Please don’t waste your time and my time telling me what you cannot do.

Instead  just move forward and get busy doing what you can.

Kirk Out

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