Being Brave for a Dying Dog
My dog will stay by my side through the harshest storm, while a person will leave when it gets windy. – St. Francis of Asisi (translated from a German quotation)
How much is a person worth? That's the question I would like to explore in this blog. With the intention of giving value to the marginalized, I'll explore this subject using anything from personal experiences to social and business topics.
My dog will stay by my side through the harshest storm, while a person will leave when it gets windy. – St. Francis of Asisi (translated from a German quotation)
Seventeen
years ago, we bought a house in the Upper Delbrook neighbourhood of
North Vancouver. Two weeks after we moved in, my wife gave birth to our
third child, our beautiful daughter. Our car, a van, became the right
size for our family.
My wife drove the kids to school with the van
every day, leaving the baby with grandma at home. I took a bus to work
in downtown Vancouver from a bus stop just at the corner.
After a
long day's work, I'd take a crowded bus home. By the time it got to my
neighbourhood, I could get a seat and look out the window. Just before
my stop, I would see my two sons sitting on the branches of their "own"
trees, reading comic books, and my wife at the doorsteps with our
daughter in her arms. What a wonderful sight to come home to! So, at the
bus stop, as I am leaving the back doors, I shout, "Thank you!" to the
driver. After all, he brought me safely home to my family.
Every
day, I'd say thanks to the bus driver for bringing me home. Sometimes,
people would give me strange looks. But since I got started saying
thanks, I decided to keep doing so. This went on for months. After a
while, the bus driver would wave back at me. As far as I remembered, no
one else thanked the bus driver.
The following year, family
schedules got more complicated, so we bought a second car. I drove the
kids to school before heading downtown to work. I stopped taking the
bus.
Many years passed, and the kids are grown up. My tree
climbers have learned to drive cars. Once again, I had to take the bus
downtown.
On that very first day coming home in the bus, as the
standing room thinned and I finally got a seat, something unusual
happened.
On every requested stop, people leaving the back doors
were shouting "Thank you!" to the driver! Seniors, teenagers, nannies,
business people, foreign students and kids. At every stop, they said
"Thank you" as the doors opened. And the bus driver responded by saying,
"Have a great day!"
How did courtesy become the de facto standard
in this bus, when it was an anomaly years ago? Did I have anything to
do with this?
I believe courtesy is a slow-acting virus. If you
start being nice - if you start treating people with respect and dignity
- others will eventually follow. It does take time.
To this day,
when you take the 246 bus, at about 5 p.m. onwards, you will hear people
thank the driver in the Delbrook and Montroyal areas.
See more
at:
http://www.nsnews.com/opinion/letters/treat-others-with-respect-and-dignity-it-will-catch-on-1.352377#sthash.RfLtoAJJ.dpuf
Good is the enemy of Great.
The Stockdale Paradox: Recognize the brutal facts of your current reality while at the same time keep faith that you will endure in the end.
This presentation is about how families successfully pass their businesses to their children and over several generations. This is directed at family businesses that are getting close to a "passing the baton" stage.