Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Can you tell the diference between a fact and an opinion?


I recently bought a card game called “Fact or Opinion”. It reminded me of things that I learned in college marketing class.
Here are a few questions, see how well you can determine whether these statements are fact or opinion.

1.       Buy the large size and save at our Health Aids Center. Choose from bandages, cotton balls, bath oils and much more. The sale runs from January 29th through February 4th.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

2.       There aren’t any other cough drops like ours. They taste just like the best cherry candy. They will stop anyone from coughing.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

3.       Our soft drinks mix makes 4 quarts. It comes with the sugar already in it, all you need to do is add water.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

4.       Crime is the worst problem in the United States. Why should you remain defenseless? Feel safe again. Learn the art of self-defense.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

5.       The years will just melt away. Out facial cream will give you a whole new outlook on life. People will beg you to tell them your secret to looking and feeling younger.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

6.       Factory workers wanted. No experience is needed. You must be a high school graduate and be able to work nights.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

Here are some more.

1.       Boys are stronger than girls and therefore make better construction workers.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

2.       Chocolate candy will melt in your parked car if it gets too hot outside.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

3.       When you are feeling depressed the best way to feel better is to go for a walk and drink plenty of water.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

4.       Children that are raised in inner cities are at a severe disadvantage and will probably never amount to much.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

5.       According to American Medical Association, nearly one third of all adolescent children will try alcohol before they are in the 7th grade.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

6.        With the surge in the new energy drinks more and more people are showing up to work late because they are would rather drink the energy drink instead of getting a good night sleep, even though they won’t admit it.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

These are some harder ones.

1.       John Grisham is certainly a better writer than Steven King. I know this because my teacher told me. I am sure my teacher is right, who other than a teacher would be qualified to compare Grisham to King?

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

2.       John aimed high. So he took our Business Management Course. Now he is the Director of a big money-making enterprise, and he lives happily with his beautiful wife and children in a luxurious sea-side bungalow. You too must aim high! Remember: what Mr. John Lee has achieved, you also can too.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

3.       It is common knowledge that my opponent is not quite normal in his behavior. How then, my friends, can we entrust an abnormal person with heavy responsibilities?

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

4.       There are more than two million more people living in the state of California now, than there were twenty years ago, according to the US census.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

5.       Charcoal colored suits are always the best color to wear for a job interview. They not only match any of the ties you own, but they set the interviewer at ease.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion

6.       If other people understood the importance of charity as well as I do, they would give more of their time and resources to helping other people.

a.       Fact

b.      Opinion
Let me know how you think you did! I'll give you the answers if you ask.
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Want to love more? Care less!

An excellent article.

Want to love more? Care less!

By Martha Beck, Oprah.com

It's easy to care so much about people that you forget to love them.
"Now my whole family is abusing me!" said Loretta, a client at a women's resource center where I volunteered back in the '90s. "If I leave my husband, it'll just be out of the frying pan and into the fire."

"Are you -- " I cut myself off before finishing my thought, which was, "Are you crazy?"

Just the week before, I'd participated in an intervention where Loretta's family had urged her to leave her battering husband, Rex. Each person had expressed enormous love for and protectiveness toward Loretta. Now she thought they were all abusers? Huh?

"They're just like Rex," she said. "You saw it. They judge me. They criticize me. Nothing I do is enough for them."

I opened my mouth, then closed it. Opened then closed it again. I kept that up for about a minute, like a perplexed goldfish, as I groped for the right thing to say.

It killed me that Loretta was interpreting her family's desire to rescue her as criticism and judgment. But even as I tried to come up with the kindest possible phrasing for "What the hell is wrong with you?" I knew my question would come across like a slap.

That's when it dawned on me that Loretta had a point. No, her family wasn't abusing her, the way Rex did -- and yet in its own way, their treatment of her must have felt like an attack.

They weren't accepting her as she was. They needed her to change. They raised their voices, made demands, pushed hard. And their intense negative emotions were triggering her fear and defensiveness.

 

It was in the midst of processing all this that I suddenly heard myself say, "Well, Loretta, I just love you. I don't care what happens to you."

The statement shocked me as it left my lips. But even as I mentally smacked myself upside the head, a funny thing happened: Loretta visibly relaxed. I could feel my own anxiety vanishing, too, leaving a quiet space in which I could treat Loretta kindly. It was true -- I really didn't care what happened to her. No matter what she did, I wouldn't love her one bit less.

Since then I've found that loving without caring is a useful approach -- I'd venture to say the best approach -- in most relationships, especially families. If you think that's coldhearted, think again. It may be time you let yourself love more by caring less.

 

Detached Attachment

To care for someone can mean to adore them, feed them, tend their wounds. But care can also signify sorrow, as in "bowed down by cares." Or anxiety, as in "Careful!" Or investment in an outcome, as in "Who cares?" The word love has no such range of meaning: It's pure acceptance.

Watching families like Loretta's taught me that caring -- with its shades of sadness, fear, and insistence on specific outcomes -- is not love. In fact, when care appears, unconditional love often vanishes.

When my son was first diagnosed with Down syndrome, I cared so much that my fear for his future overshadowed my joy at his existence. Now that I couldn't care less how many chromosomes the kid has, I can love him boundlessly.

For you, loving without caring might mean staying calm when your sister gets divorced, or your dad starts smoking again, or your husband is laid off.

You may think that in such situations not getting upset would be unloving. But consider: If you were physically injured, bleeding out, would you rather be with someone who screamed and swooned, or someone who stayed calm enough to improvise a tourniquet?

Real healing, real love comes from people who are both totally committed to helping -- and able to emotionally detach.

 

This is because, on an emotional level, our brains are designed to mirror one another. As a result, when we're anxious and controlling, other people don't respond with compliance; they reflect us by becoming -- press the button when you get the right answer -- anxious and controlling. Anger elicits anger, fear elicits fear, no matter how well meaning we may be.

When Loretta's family insisted she leave Rex, she insisted on staying. When I told her I loved her without caring what happened, she mirrored my relaxation. That's when she began to request and absorb the advice I was now welcome to give.

Free to be ... carefree

If you want to try loving without caring -- and by now I hope you do -- here's how to get there. Just be sure to buckle up. This may be a bumpy ride.

1. Choose a subject.

Think of a person you love, but about whom you feel some level of anxiety, anger, or sadness.

2. Identify what this person must change to make you happy.

Think about how your loved one must alter herself or her behavior before you can be content. Complete the sentence below by filling in the name of your loved one, the thing(s) you want this person to change, and the way you'd feel if the change occurred:

 

If would only…, then I could feel...

 

3. Accept a radical reality.

Now scratch out the first clause of the sentence you just wrote, so all that remains is: I could feel….

 

That last sentence, oh best beloved, is the truth. It is the whole truth. Yes, your loved one's cooperation would be lovely, but you don't absolutely need it to experience any given emotional state. This is incredibly hard to accept -- it would be so easy to feel good if others would just do what we want, right?

Nevertheless, you can feel sane even if your crazy-making brother stays crazy. You can feel peaceful even if your daughter robs a bank. If Helen Keller could write, after growing up deaf and blind," I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad," then you can find a way to be happy even if your mother never does stop correcting your grammar.

Accepting that this is possible -- that you can achieve a given emotional state even if a loved one doesn't conform to your wishes -- is the key step to loving without caring. I'm not saying that such acceptance will make you instantly content. Creating ways to be happy is your life's work, a challenge that won't end until you die. We'll come back to that in a minute.

For now, the goal is just to try believing, or merely hoping, that even if all your loved ones remain toxically insane forever, it's still possible you'll find opportunities to thrive and joys to embrace.

 

4. Shift your focus from controlling your loved one's behavior to creating your own happiness.

When I make this suggestion to my clients, they tend to take umbrage. "I always focus on creating my own happiness!" they insist. "That's precisely why I'm trying to get my grandchildren to visit, and my cat to stop biting, and Justin Bieber to engage with me in a mutually rewarding exchange of personal e-mails!"

Best of luck with that. Because as AA or any other 12-step group will tell you, sanity begins the moment you admit you're powerless over other people. This is the moment you become mentally free to start trying new ideas, building new relationships, experimenting to see what situations feel better than the hopeless deadlock of depending on change from someone you can't control.

 

Again, this is a lifelong project, a game of "You're getting warmer; you're getting colder" that stops only when you do. But the focus shift that helps you stop caring is like a little dance (drop hope of changing significant other, embrace determination to find alternative sources of peace and joy, step-ball-change) that immediately, reliably diverts your energy toward happiness and unconditional love.

 

The payoff

Once we'd established that I didn't care what happened to Loretta, our work together finally became productive. In a follow-up family session, I had each relative tell all the others, "I love you unconditionally -- I don't care what happens to you."

We discussed ways in which each of them might begin creating personal happiness, regardless of Loretta's actions. And as the focus shifted off her, Loretta felt less pressured, less harried, more respected. Smiles and hugs appeared in place of tension and tears.

Supported by her loving, uncaring family, Loretta eventually triumphed: She left Rex, got a job, and found a healthier mate. As you support your significant others, they may realize this same spectacular success. Or not. You can be happy either way, so what do you care?

You have the freedom to live and let live, to love and let love. Granting yourself that freedom is one of the healthiest, most constructive things you can do for yourself and the people who matter to you. And if you disagree, I truly, respectfully, lovingly do not care.

 

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Some people are just too nice.


So, I was talking to Jim at work. I asked him what he thought kindness was. His response was that it's when one person does something kind for another person. This set my mind to thinking.

What does it really mean to be kind or nice to other people? Jim related how his brother hired him to be an electrician decades ago. At the time he was very grateful that his brother gave him a job. He considered it to be very nice of his brother. Now, after having been unemployed and needing to find another occupation at 50 plus years old, he was wondering if what his brother had done, wasn't such a kindness after all. He found himself without the skills needed to interview for a job and without the knowledge needed to find one.

 As I have reflected back on my life I remember being criticized by the regional manager for being “too nice”. I disagreed with her at the time because I felt that my style of management was very effective and that even though I made decisions that she felt were not strong enough, I was very effective at building store teams that worked well together.

We should all strive to do nice things for other people. Being considerate and helpful, when it is needed, to each other is what brings peace and happiness to ours and each other’s lives.

However, it is possible to be too nice.

If you find that you constantly do nice things for others at the expense of yourself, have difficulty saying no and feel taken advantage of in the process, then you may be a people pleaser who is just too nice to others.

Many people pleasers become overly helpful to others in hopes to gain acceptance, love, appreciation, because they feel it's there duty or because they hope that if they are kind to someone then that person may return the favor.

Being a people pleaser can lead to a lot of discontent and resentment within a relationship.

You're being too nice if you find that you constantly take care of others while neglecting yourself and your own tasks. I don't mean this in a selfish way. But if you don't take care of yourself it depletes your energy and deteriorates your mood. You cannot possibly take care of others very well if you are not taking care of yourself. Put being a people pleaser on hold while you make being responsible for yourself a priority. There is truly nothing wrong with saying no because you have your own responsibilities to tend to.

Don't be afraid to say no to something you truly do not wish to do. If you can't be assertive enough at saying no when you are asked to do something that you don't want to do, then you are being a people pleaser who is being too nice. We all have our limitations, so be assertive and learn not to stretch yourself so thin. Find your limits when it comes to helping others and use your assertiveness to keep yourself within those boundaries.

By being so willing to jump in to help and bail others out, whether they ask for it or not, we keep them from learning, developing and growing within their own lives. If you rescue others from their own actions and the consequences of those actions, you're focusing on being way too nice and on being a people pleaser. The problem with rescuing others is that they'll either expect that you will always save them or they will resent you for holding them back from saving themselves. The greatest thing you can do for others is to let them practice assertiveness to overcome their own obstacles, develop their own problem solving skills and reach their own potentials. They'll be better off for it!

When you do decide to do something nice, do it because it's what you want to do with no expectations in return rather than because you feel you have to do it. This is a way to find a balance in your assertiveness to be nice without being too nice and crossing boundaries that end up negatively affecting you. If you practice being nice when you truly want to do so, you'll end up feeling better about the things you do choose to do for others.

Be assertive by not allowing others to talk you into making decisions you don't feel good about.

Some people are users that seek out people pleasers and are only in your life as long as you let your self be too nice so that they can keep getting you to do what only benefits them.

You don't need these type of people in your life and you'll find that you're actually better off without them.



Thursday, April 5, 2012

The tale of the tailor and the boy.

Nasrin. Not a typical American name because it's not. Nasrin was born in "Persia"; otherwise known as Iran. She didn't want to be judged by Americans and she didn't want to be seen by her fellow countrymen, so when any one not from an Arabic state asked her where she was from, she answered "Perisa". When someone from Iran needed a suit tailored she wouldn't come out of the shop to talk to them. She was embarrassed and didn't want people from her country to see her. Nasrin came from a family that was once the rulers of her country. I'm not sure of the connection (because I can't remember what she said) but her husband was related to the sha of Iran, Mohammad Reza Shah Pahlavi. He was overthrown as the ruler of Iran in 1979 by the  Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini. A radical Islamic leader.

After the toppling of the the government her families life's were in serious danger. Her oldest child, a son, was a commander in the Air force. He was executed by the new government troops. The had to sell everything that they had to flee the country. They paid $250,000 in bribes in order to secure their escape.

Once they made it to the United States they had no work and no marketable skills. Nasrin had graduated from college with a degree in accounting but it was of no value in the U.S. Her husband was a career military man and also had no skills to get a job. Neither one of them spoke English.

Nasrin took a job pressing clothes at a dry cleaning shop where she began an unofficial apprenticeship as a tailor. Eventually she learned English and moved with her family from Texas to Utah because they had family here.

She told me that it was very difficult for her to go from having servants that did everything for her, (including dressing her) to having to fend for herself in a foreign country.

When they arrived in Utah, her husband a once powerful Military officer, was now a partner with his cousin at a restaurant in the eatery in the mall. From giving orders, to taking them.

Nasrin and her husband worked hard and very long hours. Their oldest daughter was in college, their youngest daughter was now in High School. A large portion of their income went to send their oldest daughter through school. She was in medical school where she was studying to become an opthomologist. They had spent thousands and thousands of dollars on her education. Money that they didn't put away for their retirement. Money not tucked away for a special vacation.

The money spent on their daughter, eventually on both of their daughters, was not money squandered, nor was the money given freely. Oh, there wasn't interest paid on the money but they did have an interest in the money and their daughters because the money was given with clear expectation that their daughters would take care of their parents when they were no longer able to take care of themselves.

Now, since I am getting closer to the age when I may not be able to take care of myself this arrangement seems like it has it's advantages but that's not where I want to go with this discussion. The observation that I had was that the apparent self-sacrifice of Nasrin and her husband was not so charitable as I had imagined since there were very clear benefits to their generosity. In fact there support of there daughters was self-serving more than self-sacrifice. The tuition and support was made to comfort their fear of their inability to take care of themselves in there old age.

This got me to thinking about self-sacrifice. What appears to be selfless, is actually quite selfish. My wondering mind asked itself, "How often does that happen ?".

I remember the news several years ago about a group of Boy Scouts and their leaders hiking through the narrow slot canyons of Zion National Park. An area known as The Narrows. They had repelled into the canyon with ropes and harnesses with plans to walk the 15 miles or so, out of the narrow canyons. After several hours into their hike, many miles away from the sunny blue skies where they hiked, there was a sudden intense thunderstorm. Rain came down in buckets and pelted the parch desert landscapes of sandstone. Much of the water was routed into the gulley's and washes established millenia ago and maintained over the centuries by wind, sandstone, gravity and storms just like this one.

It didn't take long for thousands of gallons of water to pour into the deep canyons created by the unrecorded lineage of preceding storms. Soon the group of scouts noticed the crystal clear ankle deep water was now to there knees and for their leaders to notice the water now looked the color of chocolate milk. They recognized the signs of an oncoming flash flood.

The leaders scrambled, ushering the group of boys up the sides of the steep and rugged sandstone cliffs that enveloped the canyon. There weren't too many places of refuge since the water had worn most of the soft sandstone away long ago. The leaders knew that they didn't have much time but they also knew that they didn't have to go very much further either. The flood would come quickly and then leave about as hurriedly as it came and they only needed to escape from twelve to fifteen foot deep water. 20 feet up the sides of the cliff was as far as they needed to go.



As the water screamed past, a whirl pool formed in front of the boys and branches from the trees whirled around the huge eddy and slowly disappeared under the chocolate colored water before continuing its rapid journey down the canyon. In an instant soft rock gave way as the water eroded it and one of the boys foot holds was gone. Before anyone could grab him he fell into the water screaming for help. The young man tried in vain to grab the side of the canyon as his leaders looked on. Without hesitation his scoutmaster leaped into the water. He grabbed the young boy and held on with one arm while he grabbed anything else he could with the other. In seconds they were swept under the water by the current and were gone. Their bodies were found later miles down the canyon.

Remembering this event I wonder; Why did the scoutmaster jump into the water? He didn't have a rope, a life jacket, or a prayer in saving the life of the boy, yet he jumped. Why? Was it truly selfless act? Let's change the story a little and examine that question.

What would have happened if that scoutmaster had not jumped in? The young man would still have drowned but now the boys leader would have to face the young mans parents and explain the death of their son. He would then have to live with himself for the rest of his life knowing that he didn't do anything to help the young man in his care. I would argue that the ultimate motivation for the scoutmaster to jump into the water was selfishness. He couldn't live with himself if he hadn't. The guilt was so tremendous that he died trying to avoid it.

This brings me to one last thought, before I go to bed. Change the story again. This time as the boy falls in the whirling water he screams for help. The scoutmaster sees that the boy is in serious trouble and he only has seconds to act. He remembers the rope in his backpack. Before he can get to it, the boy screams for help again, "Jump, jump, please just jump!!" he cries.

The boy in the water is aware that anyone that jumps into the water is doomed to drown. He'd stood on the cliff side and watched the branches become engulfed, yet he hollers for help anyway. Who is being selfish now?

Monday, April 2, 2012

A tale of two suits. Well actually, three.

At work on Wednesday Jim was helping a gent pick out a suit. It was for a special occasion; his wedding. After looking around town at other suit purveyors, he returned to shop at Men's Wearhouse because his past experiences had been very positive. I'm not sure why he wasted his time looking around at other places when he'd had a good experience at TMW before, and trying to guess why will only lead me down a path of mental futility. I'd never know if  my guesses were right or not.

Anyway, the guy spent half an hour to forty-five minutes with Jim carefully trying on a variety of styles in light gray suits. He'd selected a couple of shirts and ties as the possible accessories to take home. He phoned his fiance to let her know that his mission had been accomplished. He'd found a suit that he really liked and had even gone the extra mile and picked out some colorful ties to wear after his wedding. His soon-to-be bride was in the area shopping and wanted to come by and check it out. They waited only a couple of minutes for her to arrive.

When the future Mrs. Customer walked in she greeted her Beau with a moist peck on the cheek. They then went to the the table where he proudly showed her the suit he'd selected. Her reaction was one of disappointment that bordered on disgust as she said "I don't like it."

Beau's response was "Well, I do."

"Well, I don't. Have you looked at Macy's?"

"Yes, I just came from there and I didn't like any of them."

At this point Beau could see the disagreement was not something to be shared and asked Jim for a minute. Jim walked to the back of the store and took a break. After several minutes Beau gave him a nod and Jim approached. The bride had left.

With tears in his eyes Beau explained that his fiance wanted him to go back and look at Macy's with her. With as much enthusiasm as he could fake, he shook Jim's hand and promised that he'd be back.

He didn't come back.

On Friday I was helping a customer, he was getting all suited up for his mission. It was a family affair. His Mom, a younger sister maybe eleven years old and another, older than that sister that was bored out of her mind, with about fourteen years under her belt.

The missionary had selected a couple of striped suits and was in the dressing room putting on the britches. While he was tucked away changing I listened as the youngest sister said "Mom, I like the other suit better." His Mothers response reflected love and appreciation for her son and her response showed that she truly valued her sons happiness. She said to the little one "It doesn't matter what we like. What is important is what Stafford likes." He of course bought the suits he liked and was happy with his choice.

As I juxtaposed the two customers the difference was obvious to me. I realized that in spite of the soon to be brides confession, her fiance did not feel loved; he felt hurt. Hurt enough that he was crying in public. Unfortunately unless his girlfriend can wake up and see how she is treating him, the way that she does won't be any different after they walk the isle. In fact it will only get worse.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Tim Minchin - If I Didn't Have You



I was browsing the Internet and I discovered this video. I liked it a lot because of the healthy description of love that he describes.

Like most of my favorite comedy, it's funny because it's observational. Like Bill Cosby's observation of the life in his family or Robin Williams hilarious descriptions of people that he has encountered, Tim Minchen describes a healthy loving relationship.

Pop music is abundant with examples of unhealthy relationships. Many describe dependant-I can't live without you-feelings of emotion.

Take a listen and think. I learned again, that some of my thinking was wrong.

Warning: His other videos contain explicit lyrics.

Monday, January 16, 2012

The Parable of the fisherman.




So, as I have already admitted I have been wrong. When I was younger, in my late 20's, I had tremendous desires to earn a large income, live in a beautifully nice house, and drive a Mercedes sports car.

Now, well, I was wrong. That's not what I wanted.

Here's a parable to illustrate the process that I went through.

An investment banker was at the pier of a coastal Greek village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna.
The banker complimented the fisherman on the quality of the fish and asked, “How long does it take to catch them?”
The fisherman replied, “Only a little while.”
The banker then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish. The fisherman answered that he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.
The banker then asked,”But what do you do with the rest of your time?”
The fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my beautiful wife Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play cards with my friends…I have a full and busy life.”
The banker scoffed. “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing, and then with the proceeds you could buy a bigger boat. Later on you could then buy several more boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, and eventually open your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would then need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Athens, then London, and eventually New York, where you will run your expanding enterprise.”
The Greek fisherman asked, “But how long will this all take?”
The banker replied, “15 to 25 years.”
“But what then?”
The banker laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich … you would make millions.”
“Millions,” the fisherman said. ”Alright, then what?”
The banker said, “Well, then you would retire … move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play cards with your friends.”