Don’t aim for success if you want it; just do what you love and believe in, and it will come naturally.
Well gang it is another one of those days, I am moving slow this morning so I decided to share with you what I wrote in the Daily eight years ago.
Ray’s Daily first published July 30, 2007
If I asked you what success was, what would you say? I know many would answer that is some achievement that meets other people’s definitions; big money, titles, medals, awards and the like. It is as if they believe that success comes from exceeding the measurements set by others. I prefer to think of it as defined by one of the definitions in the dictionary — The achievement of something desired.
The reason I asked is that I had coffee on Saturday with a truly successful lady, she is smart, has an MBA, has high energy, and excels on a daily basis. We first met a few years ago when she was struggling with what career path she wanted to follow. One that could be based on her education and business experience or one based on her desire to help others. She decided to help others.
These days she provides companionship and care to developmentally disabled adults. If they need help with their bank account, getting groceries, paying bills or almost anything else, she is there. One of the things that impresses me the most is that she talks about these people as friends and with respect. She even has one of these good friends who partners with her on a Meals on Wheels route. If that was not enough she spends her spare time visiting with other friends she has made over the years. As an example she told how much she loves going to the farmers market with one of them each Saturday as they both buy food for their individual home needs. Of course she does not make very much money, but her and her supportive husband have decided that they don’t need more than they have.
The reason we met was she wanted to share with me that she had decided not to pursue a promotion in her organization supervising other care givers. Why? Because she would no longer get the joy she experiences when she holds the hand of someone in need that loves her. People still talk about her making the choice she has made, after all she has an MBA, but I doubt that they know what success really is, but I know that she does.
Our world would be a better place if more people would choose their own path to success, a place where they would reap the real rewards the world has to offer.
We can do no great things, only small things with great love.
The children begged for a hamster and after the usual fervent vows that they alone would care for it, they got one. They named it Danny. Two months later, when Mom found herself responsible for cleaning and feeding the creature, she located a prospective new home for it. The children took the news of Danny’s imminent departure quite well, though one of them remarked, “He’s been around here a long time, we’ll miss him.”
“Yes,” Mom replied, “But he’s too much work for one person and since I’m that one person, I say he goes.”
Another child offered, “Well, maybe if he wouldn’t eat so much and wouldn’t be so messy, we could keep him.”
But Mom was firm. “It’s time to take Danny to his new home now,” she insisted. “Go and get his cage.”
With one voice and in tearful outrage the children shouted, “Danny? We thought you said Daddy!”
People are never too busy to tell you all they have to do.
A Nebraska farmer got in his pickup and drove to a neighboring Farm and knocked at the farmhouse door. A young boy about 9 opened the door. “Is yer Pa home?” the farmer asked.
No sir, he ain’t,” the boy replied. “He went into town.”
“Well”, said the farmer, “is yer Ma here?”
“No, sir, she ain’t here neither. She went into town with Pa.”
“How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?”
“He went with Ma and Pa.”
The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself. “Is there anything I can do fer ya?” the boy asked politely. “I knows where all the tools are, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I Could take a message fer Pa.”
“Well,” said the farmer uncomfortably, “I really wanted to talk to yer Pa. It’s about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant.”
The boy considered for a moment. “You would have to talk to Pa About that,” he finally conceded. “If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $50 for the bull and $25 for the hog, but, I really don’t know how much he gets for Howard.”
“Someone’s boring me. I think it’s me.”
I was setting up a large, cast aluminum, decorative sundial in my yard that I had purchased from a garden catalog.
A neighbor, an old Florida cracker, was leaning on the fence watching my progress and asked, “What the heck’s that for?”
I explained, “It’s a sun dial, see the sun will hit that small triangular spike and cast a shadow on the face of the sundial. Then, as the sun moves across the sky, the shadow also moves across the calibrated dial, enabling a person to determine the correct time.”
My neighbor shook his head and muttered,. “Huh, what will they think of next?”
“I was coming back from Canada, driving through Customs, and the guy asked, “Do you have any firearms with you?” I said, “What do you need?”
Two men were walking through the woods and came upon a big black, deep hole. One man picked up a rock and tossed it into the hole and stood listening for the rock to hit bottom. There was no sound. He turned to the other guy and said “that must be a deep hole…let’s throw a bigger rock in there and listen for it to hit bottom.” The men found a bigger rock and both picked it up and lugged it to the hole and dropped it in.
They listened for some time and never heard a sound. Again, they agreed that this must be one deep hole and maybe they should throw something even bigger into it. One man spotted a rail-road tie nearby. They picked up the tie, grunting and groaning, and lugged it to the hole. They tossed it in. No sound. All of a sudden, a goat came flying out of the woods, running like the wind, and flew past the men and jumped straight into the hole. The men were amazed.
About that time, an old hayseed farmer came out of the woods and asked the men if they had seen a goat. One man told the farmer of the incredible incident they had just witnessed…they had just seen this goat fly out of the woods and run and leap into the big hole. The man asked the farmer if this could have been his goat. The old farmer said “naw, that can’t be my goat…he was chained to a railroad tie.”
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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