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A Definition of Class

“Class is an aura of confidence that is being sure without being cocky.

“Class has nothing to do with money.

“Class never runs scared. It is self-discipline and self-knowledge. It’s the sure-footedness that comes with having proved you can meet life. ”

-Ann Landers

Get Started

“How can you ever produce something great if you don’t get started and give your ideas time to evolve? Author Jodi Picoult summarized the importance of avoiding perfectionism perfectly: ‘You can edit a bad page, but you can’t edit a blank page.’ ”

–Dr Travis Bradberry

Generosity Soothes Soul

Nothing nothing so inspires one to learn generosity as being the recipient of unexpected kindnesses. Receiving generosity in midst of stress (the fruit of fear, says Tony Robbins) reduces tension and soothes the soul.

Lord, help me to remember to do for others as, in this case of kindness, has already been done to me.

The Understudy

Susie and I went to Casey’s school play yesterday, The Little Mermaid. All kids, ages 9 to 16. Small theater. It was parent’s day. Glad we got to go.

Casey played one of the eels—Flotsam—and he did very, very well (unbiased assessment).

But this story is not about Casey, it’s about the lead character Arial, the little mermaid who wants to be a human. She’s interested in all things human, has a collection of miscellaneous human things like forks and ‘thingamabobs’, sings like an angel and pines for life on the other side of the beach.

The little girl cast as Arial was a no-show. Casey came out before the play and told us she was at the Emergency Room. In her pre-play announcement, the self-obsessed director told the audience “her Arial was a no-show,” much to our horror and offense: she referred to the hospitalized girl as a no-show (though afterwords Casey said ‘ a reliable source’ had told him she hadn’t been at the ER, she had gone to church and simply forgoten—so who knows what really happened).

Here’s the catch: there was no understudy for the role of Arial! They were sunk. The poor girl who volunteered to take Arial’s part for today’s show had had a minor role in the play and had predominantly been one of the curtain closers. She got the script 30 minutes before show time and so please forgive her as she would be allowed to do the play with script in hand. “Ahh, live theater,” said the sweating director.

On with the show.

A scene or two of sailors at sea, then enter Arial. Out came a girl with eyes shining, fully immersed in her role, not a shred of fear. She was full tilt in it, her eyes shone, her mermaid heart yearned—yearned—to be an earthling with legs. She adored her collection of earthling trinkets and sang with a conviction that compensated for her less-than-perfect voice.

She was convincing, she was believable—she was Arial. Her spoken lines came from her heart, not a single mistake—none that we discerned—our eyes watered with resonance for her heart’s desires—and when the show ended and she came out for her bows, Susie and I gave her a standing ovation, surprised that the whole audience had not jumped to their feet in admiration and acclaim. It was truly inspiring and truly an insight into heart, commitment, and the virtue of truth in stories told.

After the play the actors greeted the audience in the lobby. Once the crowd thinned, I asked the understudy: How did you do that?

“I don’t know,” she said. She had never run the show even once as Arial. Her job had been closing curtains. And she only saw the script for her first time a mere 30 minutes before showtime.

**

She was brilliant. And not to contradict, but I don’t believe she understands what happened. I believe she believed she was Arial. I believe she heard every word of every rehearsal, listened to every line, knew every word of every character in the play—just like daughter Nikki did when she played Annie. She knew everyone’s lines and could sub in at rehearsals for other peoples parts.

I believe the little girl felt she should have been Arial, that she wanted that role as deeply as Arial wanted legs, and that yesterday her dream came true.

I believe we got to see her live her dream. It was the highlight of our week.

Obituary in Six Words

“God, give me my friend back.”

–Miles Davis obituary on Ralph Gleason

Dreamt I would meet Jocko Willink

I am reading two books by Jocko Willink—actually re-reading ‘Extreme Ownership’, and ‘Discipline Equals Freedom’

Jocko is a Navy Seal and was the commander of Seal Team 3, task unit: Bruiser, the same unit American Sniper Chris Kyle served with in the battle of Ramadi (American Sniper Chris Kyle was part of his team); then led training for Navy seals.

Two weeks ago, Sunday evening, before leaving for travel to east coast next day, I dreamt I would meet Jocko in the airport and get my picture taken with him. [Odd dream, because it wasn’t that i ‘had’ met Jocko, but rather that I ‘would’ meet Jocko.]

Odd dream.

Five days later, Friday, at Laguardia airport in NYC,  with plenty of time between connections, having been misdirected to the wrong terminal for my flight, I was walking through snack shop and—big guy, short hair walked by me. Is that?…I looked at him—I’d only seen his picture on a book. He immediately sensed he was being watched and looked back at me, made eye contact.

“Are you… Jocko Willink?”

“Yes.”

Flustered—and I’m normally not so—I babbled a half-dozen compliments and gratitude for service. He kindly received the compliments then deflected, asked me a few questions which I willingly answered—he clearly seasoned at setting people at ease, and I clearly not relaxing. I’m with the author of two books actively being read, and I could not think of a single question to ask! Some chit chat, I thanked him, turned to walk away and remembered: the picture.

Turning back, said “I’m not normally a fan boy, but ah—can I take a picture with you?”

     “Sure”
 

 

Question: I dreamt it was going to happen. It happened.  Is this some type of God-given signal?

What do I do with this?

For Love

Josh Ritter sings in his tune Snow is Gone:
“I’m singing for the love of it, have mercy on the man who sings to be adored.”

Interview: 3 Questions with CEO Charles Phillips

WSJ: What lessons did you take from working with Larry Ellison at Oracle?

Mr. Phillips: “The best thing I learned at Oracle was speed. Speed is better than perfection. If you’re sitting around for six months debating something, usually the thing you’re debating has changed over that time. You’re never going to get a consensus, so let’s make a decision and go and we’ll, of course, correct it if we have to.”

WSJ: What did you decide to do differently at Infor?

 

Mr. Phillips: “I’m a bit more hands on, engaging with people at all levels of the company, making people feel a sense of purpose. The best leaders in the Marine Corps were the guys who created a relationship with the people in their unit so that those people didn’t want to disappoint them. That is hard to get in business, but the military has that and I try to draw from that more.”

WSJ: You’ve switched careers several times, occasionally with personal and professional setbacks. Take us into your mind-set as you’ve made those big transitions.

Mr. Phillips: “One of the things my father taught me is: Do things that can be measured, because you can’t rely on people liking you. You won’t have the same access as maybe some other people, but if you can perform and demonstrate that you can perform, people will always take the next step with you. That’s been instrumental for me because I could always demonstrate numbers-wise or something technical that worked.”

—from Wall Street Journal, interview with Charles Phillips, CEO, Infor

Find Out How You Feel

“The single easiest way to find out how you feel about someone: say goodbye.”

-Phil Knight, Nike Founder

If I could change the world…

“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”

-Leo Tolstoy

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