Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Magic Words


Fresh chocolate chip cookies of the most delicious recipe lie upon the metal cookie sheet atop the stove in the kitchen. The little 4-year-old kid sees the cookies and exclaims: “I want one! I want one!”

You, as the adult in the house, would love to let the darling child enjoy one of these marvelous cookies, which were prepared with love. When a small child acquires access to such a cookie, usually a huge smile stretches across their face. What adult in the right mind doesn’t get a melty heart whenever they see such a smile take place?

BUT… You don’t just hand over the cookie, do you? Did the kid say please? Here’s how this particular scene often goes:

“I want one! I want one!” says the kid.
You remove a cookie from the sheet, hold it out to the kid (but just barely out of their reach) and ask…

“What do you say?”
The kid ignores the question, and just keeps their tiny hand outstretched, still looking eager.

“What’s the magic word?”
Again, no response from the kid besides some excited panting!

“What. Do. You. Say.”
You’re starting to sound slightly sterner, but you maintain your gentility. After all, this is a child. Be gentle with them.

“Pleeeeeeeeease!”
The kid finally says it.

“Very good. Here ya go.”
You smile and hand them the cookie.
“NOW what do you say?”
There’s one more magic word the kid should offer up.

[Cricket chirps for a second]

“Thank you!” answers the kid.

Success. You’ve taught another round of the “what’s-the-magic-word” lesson. Stop for a moment and think about why we, as adults, teach this lesson to young children. Why do we teach this? Is it not because we want them to develop the wholesome “Please & Thank You” habit and solidify it in their own lives? That’s precisely why.


But as we grow older and become more ingrained in the world, we become more hardheaded. Some of us become less polite with others because we think we somehow deserve more respect, so we demand more respect. Personally, I think a lot of us—including myself—are sometimes guiltier of this than we give ourselves credit for.

Each one of us is a giver and a taker. We give a lot, much of the time without reaping a thank you. We take a lot, much of the time without thinking to say thank you.

A few lessons can be learned from this. The taker’s lesson: just do a better job at remembering to say please and thank you, regardless of how small your taking was. Givers are happier to help humbler askers than the askers who never say please, and they always love to hear sincere thanks.

The giver’s lesson: even in cases when you don’t get any thanks for your efforts, don’t stop giving. Wise advice from the Holy Bible: “And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.” (Paul the Apostle, Galatians 6:9)

As an active businesswoman in the business world, I’ve learned from personal instances that please and thank you are both greatly appreciated and incredibly welcome. Especially during stressful days when you seem to be far more “giver” than “taker,” a genuine thank you can turn your world around.

May we each do better at practicing what we preach to small children, by making sure we, too, as adults, “mind [our] Ps and Qs.”

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Count Your Cursings

Hello. This is a geode:







Life is like a geode. When the geode is examined too shallowly, it’s just a bleak rock. Break it open, though, and look closer at it. You’ll realize that it’s a remarkable object that possesses much beauty.



Read on.

Mankind’s current mortal generations live in times that are considered by many as dark, dirty, and dreary, both figuratively and literally. Hard times abound. People disappoint. Some people hurt your feelings, whether intentionally or not. Sometimes you just want to go home, find a corner in your favorite room, roll yourself up into a ball, and cry. It’s healthy to let yourself have a good cry. But once you’re done with your crying session, do the simple exercise that I like to call “Count Your Cursings (Then Count Your Blessings).”

Once upon a time in the month of August, I was overwhelmed with stresses and heartaches that never seemed to quit multiplying. I had called my mom, cried practically hysterically to her, and vented out all frustrations into the ear that lay upon her cellphone. After the phone call, I tried to calmly think calm thoughts for a few minutes. That decision to meditate was one of the best ideas I ever had.

My conscience told me to count my blessings. I took that prompting a step further and recorded my cursings first, so I could define the full inventory of stuff that was making me ornery. As soon as I finished the cursings, I moved on to recording the list of stuff that made me smile.

The results: “bad list” was nine items long; “good list” was 53 items long. Fifty-three. Nearly six times as long as scrawny lil’ “bad list.” How was that even possible, when almost all aspects of my life seemed utterly awful at that point in time?

Life is like a geode. Dig deeper into everything happening to you by getting into the swing of counting your blessings. Do so, and you will have embarked on a pleasantly slippery slope. As for me, when I cracked open my geode, I couldn’t dam the river of happy memories to save my life! Happy memory after happy memory after happy memory.

(Today I played "Count Your Cursings (Then Count Your Blessings)" again, and the counts were 51 good, 3 bad. SEVENTEEN times more good than bad! Can you top that!?) 

TODAY'S PEACEMAKING POINTER IS: Play "Count Your Cursings (Then Count Your Blessings)" if you're feeling blue. Chances are your "bad list" will be blown out of the water by your "good list," and sunshine will drown out your blues.