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TomToll
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 Posted - 11/19/2002 : 08:29:14
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If anyone hears of a good story or has their story of how they keep a good attitude, please post them here. Our attitude toward others, ourselves, and life in general can make a tremendous contribution to our success as we grow each day. Nothing negative here please. Lets light our fires and feel better each day. After all, we could live in a country like Afghanistan.
Here is a true story:
On the first day of school, our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.
"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.
She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."
"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.
She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success.
"You have to laugh and find humor every day.
"You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!
"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change.
"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."
She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
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Gale
USA
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Posted - 11/19/2002 : 10:15:22
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| Tom that is a great story and I will share it with all of the staff. She was a lady that had learned what living was all about without question. Thanks for your positive story. |
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jlombardo
USA
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Posted - 11/19/2002 : 13:11:02
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Tom, I don't know if the following story fits this thread exactly, but I would like to share it with all of you.......
SOMEBODY
This teenager lived alone with his mother, and
the two of them had a very special relationship.
Even though the son was always on the bench,
his mother was always in the stands cheering.
She never missed a game.
This young man was still the smallest of the
class when he entered high school.
But his mother continued to encourage him
but also made it very clear that he did not have
to play football if he didn't want to.
But the young man loved football and decided to
hang in there.
He was determined to try his best at every practice,
and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior.
All through high school he never missed a practice
nor a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years.
His faithful mother was always in the stands,
always with words of encouragement for him.
When the young man went to college, he decided
to try out for the football team as a "walk-on."
Everyone was sure he could never make the cut,
but he did.
The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster
because he always puts his heart and soul into every
practice, and at the same time, provided the other
members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.
The news that he had survived the cut thrilled
him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and
called his mother.
His mother shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the
college games.
This persistent young athlete never missed practice
during his four years at college, but he never got to
play in the game.
It was the end of his senior football season, and as
he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the
big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram.
The young man read the telegram and he became
deathly silent.
Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My
mother died this morning. Is it all right if I miss
practice today?"
The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and
said, "Take the rest of the week off, son.
And don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday.
Saturday arrived, and the game was not going
well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points
behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and
put on his football gear.
As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his
players were astounded to see their faithful teammate
back so soon.
"Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today."
said the young man.
The coach pretended not to hear him.
There was no way he wanted his worst player in
this close playoff game.
But the young man persisted, and finally feeling
sorry for the kid, the coach gave in.
"All right," he said. "You can go in." Before long,
the coach, the players and everyone in the
stands could not believe their eyes.
This little unknown, who had never played before
was doing everything right.
The opposing team could not stop him. He ran,
blocked and tackled like a star.
His team began to triumph. The score was soon
tied.
In the closing seconds of the game, this kid
intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning
touchdown.
The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him
onto their shoulders. Such cheering You've never
heard!
Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team
had showered and left the locker room, the coach
noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the
corner all alone.
The coach came to him and said, Kid, I can't believe it.
You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you?
How did you do it?"
He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said,
"Well, you knew my mom died, but did you know that my
mom was blind?"
The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile,
"Mom came to all my games, but today was the first
time she could see me play, and I wanted to show
her I could do it!"
I hope that story inspires you.
Always Remember This:
Somebody is very proud of you.
Somebody is thinking of you.
Somebody is caring about you.
Somebody misses you.
Somebody wants to talk to you.
Somebody wants to be with you.
Somebody hopes you are not in trouble.
Somebody hopes everything turns out all
right.
Somebody wants you to be happy.
Somebody can't wait to see you.
Somebody loves you for who you are.
(Laughing out Loud)
Somebody is glad that you are their
friend.
Somebody wants you to know they are there
for you.
Somebody needs your support.
Somebody will cry when they read this.
Somebody needs you to have faith in them.
Somebody trusts you.
Somebody hears a song that reminds them
of you.
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TomToll
USA
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Posted - 11/19/2002 : 15:53:12
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| JLombardo, Perfect and I had tears in my eyes before I finished it. Amazing what can happen when we begin to care for each other. This is exactly what I wanted to see on this foru. Thanks a lot and do it again. And to all you 2000+ readers, get on board and do some posting. Names are getting too familiar. We need some fresh input on any related subjects. |
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Wes
USA
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Posted - 11/19/2002 : 16:03:09
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| It is all in your head, a positive outlook not only makes yourself more fortunate but all those around you as well. Your own actions have a huge effect on every person you come across in your day. From a insured you have just visited to the person you nod hello to at the stop light. If today is a bad day for you then you are one day closer to a good day. If I dont win the lottery today then that just means I am that much closer. :-) |
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jlombardo
USA
212 Posts |
Posted - 11/19/2002 : 19:42:42
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Food for thought---I have two stories that pivot on man's best friend.....
A little " wordy " but a good message.......
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the
scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He
remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He wondered
where
the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white
stone
wall
along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a
long
hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he
was
standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked
like
mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure
gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a
man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out,
"Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought
right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my
friend,"
gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets." the man replied.
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
continued the way he had been going.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to
a
dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never
been
closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man
inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that
couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in." "How about my
friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned
hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a
long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he
and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree
waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road
said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?
Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they
screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."
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Here is an intersting true story. Please read it and hopefully learn something from it:
Brownie and Spotty were neighbor dogs who met every day to play together.
Like pairs of dogs you can find in most any neighborhood, these two loved each other and played together so often that they had worn a path through the grass of the field between their respective houses.
One evening, Brownie's family noticed that Brownie hadn't returned home. They went looking for him with no success. Brownie didn't show up the next day, and, despite their efforts to find him, by the next week he was still missing.
Curiously, Spotty showed up at Brownie's house alone, barking, whining, and generally pestering Brownie's human family. Busy with their own lives, they just ignored the nervous, little neighbor dog.
Finally, one morning Spotty refused to take "no" for an answer. Ted, Brownie's owner, was steadily harassed by the furious, adamant little dog. Spotty followed Ted about, barking insistently, then darting back and forth to a nearby empty lot, as if to say, "Follow me! It's urgent!"
Eventually, Ted followed the frantic Spotty across the empty lot, as Spotty paused to race back and bark encouragingly. The little dog led the man under a fence, past clumps of trees, to a desolate spot a half mile from the house.
There Ted found his beloved Brownie alive -- one of his hind legs crushed in a steel leg hold trap. Horrified, Ted wished he'd taken Spotty's earlier appeals seriously.
Then Ted noticed something quite remarkable...
Spotty had done more than simply lead Brownie's human to his trapped friend. In a circle around the injured dog, Ted found an array of dog food and table scraps, which were identified as the remains of every meal Spotty had been fed that week!
Spotty had been visiting Brownie regularly, in a single minded quest to keep his friend alive by sacrificing his own comfort! Spotty had stayed with Brownie to protect him from predators, snuggling with him at night to keep him warm and nuzzling him to keep his spirits up.
Brownie's leg was treated by a veterinarian and he recovered.
For many years thereafter, the two families watched the faithful friends frolicking and chasing each other down that well-worn path between their houses.
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jlombardo
USA
212 Posts |
Posted - 11/19/2002 : 19:50:24
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Last one for the night.....I hope you all enjoyed the postings......Godbless
>>>>THE CAB RIDE
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>>>>Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at
>>>>2:30 a.m.,
>>>>the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor
>>>>window.
>>>>Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or
>>>>twice, wait a
>>>>minute, then drive away. But, I had seen too many impoverished
>>>>people who
>>>>depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a
>>>>situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This
>>>>passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to
>>>>myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute",
>>>>answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being
>>>>dragged across
>>>>the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in
>>>>her 80's stood
>>>>before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a
>>>>veil pinned on
>>>>it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small
>>>>nylon
>>>>suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for
>>>>years. All
>>>>the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on
>>>>the walls, no
>>>>knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a
>>>>cardboard box
>>>>filled with photos and glassware. "Would you carry my bag out to
>>>>the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned
>>>>to assist the woman.
>>>>
>>>>She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept
>>>>thanking me
>>>>for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat
>>>>my passengers the way I
>>>>would want my mother treated". "Oh, you're such a good boy", she
>>>>said.
>>>>
>>>>When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked,
>>>>"Could you drive
>>>>through downtown?" "It's not the shortest way," I answered
>>>>quickly. "Oh, I
>>>>don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a
>>>>hospice". I
>>>>looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't
>>>>have any
>>>>family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very
>>>>long." I
>>>>quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would
>>>>you like me to
>>>>take?" I asked.
>>>>
>>>>For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me
>>>>the building
>>>>where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove
>>>>through the
>>>>neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were
>>>>newlyweds.
>>>>She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had
>>>>once been a
>>>>ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
>>>>
>>>>Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building
>>>>or corner
>>>>and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the
>>>>first hint
>>>>of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired.
>>>>Let's go
>>>>now."
>>>>
>>>>We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low
>>>>building,
>>>>like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under
>>>>a portico.
>>>>Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They
>>>>were
>>>>solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have
>>>>been expecting
>>>>her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door.
>>>>The woman
>>>>was already seated in a wheelchair.
>>>>
>>>>"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
>>>>"Nothing," I
>>>>said. "You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other
>>>>passengers,"
>>>>I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.
>>>>She held onto me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment
>>>>of joy," she said. "Thank you."
>>>>I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light.
>>>>Behind me, a
>>>>door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
>>>>
>>>>I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove
>>>>aimlessly, lost in
>>>>thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if
>>>>that woman
>>>>had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his
>>>>shift? What
>>>>if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven
>>>>away?
>>>>
>>>>On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more
>>>>important in
>>>>my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around
>>>>great moments. But
>>>>great moments often catch us unaware--beautifully wrapped in what
>>>>others
>>>>may consider a small one.
>>>>
>>>>PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT `YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID,
>>>>BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
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TomToll
USA
87 Posts |
Posted - 11/21/2002 : 20:16:42
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If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.
--Milton Berle
The true measure of success is revealed only by looking at the obstacles that an individual had to overcome to achieve their goals.
--Quote from Bill Phillips
How poor we truly are when we measure wealth in monetary terms; overlooking the true value of ourselves and those we love.
--Quote from Kelly Comeau
The man who does not work for the love of work but only for money is not likely to make money nor find much fun in life.
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slowhandfan
USA
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Posted - 11/27/2002 : 21:41:01
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Newt
USA
657 Posts |
Posted - 11/29/2002 : 15:47:05
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Things to be thankful for:
Global Warming, its been getting warmer since the Ice Age, not because of polution but because we haven't had a meteor strike the earth or a real monster volcano eruption.
All the clearing of the rain forests each year. It does away with the methane gas produced from decaying matter on the forest floor. And the trees grow back at about twenty feet in height a year and produce oxygen.
Thank you for the animals that go extinct, I would hate to be up to my armpits in dinosaurs and terradactels. Now if the snakes and alligaters would take a hike we all be much safer not to mention the coyotes, wolves, polar bears and grizzles.
Thanks for the Wal-Mart signs that have recently proved adequate housing for the spotted owl, now Owl Gore won't have to write another worst seller and worry a lot. And all the knee jerkers won't have to drive spikes in the trees being harvested. We need the timber to build more ghettos and projects.
Be thankful Japan is buying all our high sulpher content crude from the north slope of Alaska. Owl Gore brokered the deal in the name of saving our environment at our hands. Now Japan can send it back to us on the trade winds and we can't blame ourselves for it. Thats thoughtful...
You can even find humor in the way regulators do their job. For instance while building a new post office in Graham, Texas, a back hoe
hydrolic line ruptured leaked about ten gallons of hydrolic fluid on the proposed parking lot. EPA in their usual way of protecting the environment had them remove about fifty tons of dirt and haul in more to replace it. This had to be done before they could black top the parking lot. Wonder what they make blacktop out of???
My latest environmental drive is for Cataletic converters on all the cows in Texas, no more beans in Boston, people in Georgia will have to wash their feet and people in Washington and Oregon will have to use WD-40 for suntan lotion, cause everyone knows they ain't getting no tan, its gotta be rust. Most of all I think we should stop funding the White House and put a Mobile home in its place then we wouldn't have to fund all them partys, they could tailgate party like the rest of us. If I forgot anything to be thankful for , It was blessing and you won' have to read it, be grateful. |
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TomToll
USA
87 Posts |
Posted - 12/03/2002 : 06:11:59
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More than 100 years ago, author Robert Louis Stevenson offered the following tips for maintaining a positive attitude. They still apply today.
Make up your mind to be happy. Learn to find pleasure in simple things.
Make the best of your circumstances. Everyone has problems. The trick is to make laughter outweigh the tears.
Don’t take yourself too seriously. Don’t think that somehow you should be protected from misfortunes that befall others.
You can’t please everybody. Don’t let criticism worry you.
Don’t let your neighbor set your standards. Be yourself.
Do the things you enjoy doing, but stay out of debt.
Don’t borrow trouble. Imaginary burdens are harder to bear than the actual ones.
Hate poisons the soul, so don’t carry grudges. Avoid people who make you unhappy.
Have many interests. If you can’t travel, read about new places.
Don’t hold post-mortems. Don’t spend your life brooding over sorrows and mistakes.
Do what you can for those less fortunate than yourself.
Keep busy at something. A busy person never has time to be unhappy.
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Newt
USA
657 Posts |
Posted - 12/03/2002 : 18:25:21
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Of all the writers, two stand out as a guide for life, Samuel Clements (Mark Twain),Robert Loius Stevenson, and of course although not a writer as such, the humorist Will Rogers. These people found humor in every thing. I wish public television would do more of their works instead of some of the wounds they seem to open up and call it educating the public. Now I can be thankful for the on/off switch.
Be like the cows, blink your eyes and wake up in a new day. |
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TomToll
USA
87 Posts |
Posted - 12/05/2002 : 09:45:56
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There are many reasons why people procrastinate. The following is a list of irrational beliefs that may stand in your way of accomplishing even the smallest tasks.
1. Anger and Impatience. This is a sign that you are placing irrational demands upon yourself. You may say, “I should be able to get this done” and that's a thought which precipitates more irrational thinking. Condemning yourself will cause you to become caught up in a demand/rage upheaval cycle that will hardly enhance your performance.
2. Feeling Overwhelmed. If you continue to look at the forest rather than the trees, you will certainly be overwhelmed enough to give up on everything. You don't have to do ALL your work NOW! Being decisive about where your chores fall on your list of priorities will prevent you from feeling worthless, immobile and overwhelmed.
3. Perfectionist Standards/Fear of Failure. Since there is no guarantee for success, you must learn to set more realistic standards for yourself. Most procrastinators choose to do nothing rather than face a setback. Failure is a term that I strongly recommend be banished from your vocabulary. If you don’t try, how will you know if you succeed? View your attempt as a challenge rather than a threat. Gain an understanding of what may have gone wrong and you’ll be sure to do better next time. Why in the world must you live up to your unrealistic self-imposed standards? This causes feelings of inadequacy and again results in lack of progress.
4. Feelings of Grandiosity. This characteristic is commonly found in those who procrastinate. These individuals will take on more than they can handle because of their need to be superhuman. This basically stems from underlying feelings of insecurity. When you find you cannot possibly accomplish what you set out to do, you begin covering up your feelings by blaming everything else for your lack of productivity.
Many people are simply resistant to change and tend to procrastinate in order to continue resisting. The most common defense used by a procrastinator is rationalization. In other words, procrastinators justify their delays by telling themselves they can start tomorrow and surely do a better job by waiting until then.
I’m sure you have all heard the phrase, “There’s always tomorrow.” This is a full-blown rationalization. It seems that waiting until tomorrow reduces your anxiety temporarily, as you believe you have made and stuck with some sort of decision for now. However, once you begin to realize that this is just a quick fix, you will learn to get your work done now because of the long-term consequences.
Unfortunately, procrastination tends to be positively reinforced, as the person who stays up all night before the project is due may still get a good grade. "Playing today and work tomorrow" becomes the motto. Nevertheless, while temporarily relieving anxiety, the diversions of today will create more long-term anxiety tomorrow.
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Newt
USA
657 Posts |
Posted - 12/08/2002 : 10:57:20
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I never studied psycology, how ever it did tweak my interest. I always seem to be caught up in the scientific. I never had the desire to write, study of english composition was chore, the result was and is my lack of communication through the pen. My hand writing can only be read by my self and my grammer leaves something to be desired. I have difficulty in connecting my brain with my writing, it seems my brain wants to get ahead. I think they call that crazy.
I did study comparitive relegion for a couple of years and the revelation from that was there are two minds in most bodies. One is spiritual, in Greek this was called pneuma, or air, the other was called carnal or physical. The Greeks called this mind the phsyche. We can prove that there are two minds by disconnecting them with truth serum, sodium pentathol and others. If we had no spiritual mind we could and would lie, cheat, steal, and even commit serial killings. This is the little voice in your head that says thats right or wrong. This is how we must connect with the real world with honesty, and consideration for those around. Both minds must share information and the spiritual should be in control. If the spiritual is the only one engaged there is only one feeling, the truth, because there is no phsycal feeling, not even pain. If the carnal mind takes control then you will have no regrets or concern. I believe this is where the serial killers get the perception that there is nothing wrong with taking a life. The mystery that makes up personalities is hidden in the individual, most of the time he or she doesn't have a clue of which mind is in charge, only the people around them know or suspect, the phsycal mind will hide the truth from you this is called denial.
Other ways this can be studied is the natives of some cultures can and do perform rituals that disconnects one mind or the other. It permits them , not to indure pain, but not feel pain at all.
Canables had rituals where by the could kill and eat their victims with no remorse. Most all of these acts were done in ritual. This is not about belief in a God or diety, this is a physical/spiritual make up of mind, wheather we evolved this way or were created, this is my belief. So what I think is, we should be cooking on both burners all the time.
I don't expect others to beleive what or how I believe, I could be wrong, and I write nothing in stone, make any gaurantee or give any refunds.
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TomToll
USA
87 Posts |
Posted - 12/08/2002 : 12:05:33
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Thought of the week
History has demonstrated that the most notable winners usually encountered heartbreaking obstacles before they triumphed. They won because they refused to become discouraged by their defeats. 
~Bertie C. Forbes
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Gale
USA
231 Posts |
Posted - 12/08/2002 : 14:04:26
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Tom,thanks for the quote. |
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