Monday, December 20, 2010

Attitude is a decision

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John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, 'If I were any better, I would be twins!'

He was a natural motivator..

If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, 'I don't get it!'

'You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?'

He replied, 'Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood can choose to be in a bad mood

I choose to be in a good mood.'

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.

Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or...I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.

'Yeah, right, it's not that easy,' I protested.

'Yes, it is,' he said. 'Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.

You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life.'

I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business.. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw him about six months after the accident.

When I asked him how he was, he replied, 'If I were any better, I'd be twins...Wanna see my scars?'

I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.

'The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter,' he replied. 'Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live.'

'Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?' I asked.

He continued, '...the paramedics were great.

They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action.'

'What did you do?' I asked..

'Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,' said John. 'She asked if I was allergic to anything 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity''

Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.'

He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude...I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.

Attitude, after all, is everything.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.' Matthew 6:34.

After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

The Crying Baby

A few weeks ago, I was sitting in a movie theater with my 7 year old daughter. The theater was not crowded, but in walked a mother with a couple of kids and a baby. The baby as you can guess started crying in the theater and the mother never took it out of the theater.

It seems wherever I go, I hear crying babies and sometimes it is a screaming baby and I admit, they are annoying to me. I joke, "The crying little people...are everywhere!"

I am currently raising two children. They are now 7 and 9, way past the baby stage. I know all about crying babies and it isn't always easy to comfort them.

When they were babies, my husband used to tip the waitresses about 30%, because they were simply so messy. They often times keep you up at all hours of the night and the pooh, oh the pooh....but;

"They are babies for such a short while, their lives so innocent and precious."

I was visiting a local church this morning and I received one of their church pamphlets. On the back was this story below;

The Crying Baby

Do you hear him? Right now, you can probably hear a baby crying. We hear them all the time-they are everywhere.

When you go to the movies and see a mom come in with a baby on her hip, your blood pressure rises. When you are reading a magazine in the waiting room and see the wheels of a stroller push through the door, you know you won't be reading much longer. When the person sitting in 15b has a baby and you are in 14b, you know it is going to be a long flight.

When you see the family enter the auditorium at church, baby in tow, you know they missed the nursery. Babies interrupt our worship, break our silence, and disturb our peace.

What if babies are meant to interrupt our lives? What if babies remind us that the routines we have made for our lives are not always the best course for us? What if babies remind us the world is not all about us? What if babies reminded us that birth is to be celebrated and life is to be experienced?

What if babies are meant to remind us that once a baby entered the world with the expressed purposed of interrupting our worship, breaking our silence and disturbing our peace?

What if babies reminded us of Jesus? Like this morning.


It makes you think.

"A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for"

"A baby in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men"