My Thoughts

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What don’t we know? 

I was driving with my four-year-old the other day. 

“Daddy?” she asked.  ”What would you do if I were lost in the woods?” 

“Oh, sweet pea,” I said.  ”I’d never let anything happen to you.” 

“But what would you do?” 

“Well, I’d hunt day and night, and get all my friends to hunt day and night until we found you.”  

She started crying. “No.” ”What’s wrong?” I asked. 

“You’re supposed to hug mommy in the kitchen and feel really sad,” she said through her tears. “Cause that’s what they did on TV.” 

Of course, I thought her comments were cute—summarizing her tears as “that’s all she knows, because she saw it on a television show.” 

But, then I wondered…where does my comprehension of possibility end?  It’s easy for me to talk about potential…except, I don’t know what’s possible either. Plato had a pretty solid philosophy explaining the difference between what we know and what think we know in his Allegory of the Cave.  But, does that mean we’re only limited to a potential we can visualize?

Imagine your wildest dream…your furthest goal…and then ask yourself to imagine it as just  a silly step on the way to whatever is next.  Just because you haven’t seen it on TV, doesn’t mean it’s not possible. 

Ever wonder who your number one fan is?

Okay, so it sounds kind of pompous to assume any of us have fans…especially if you’re a scatterbrain like myself.

My wife—she’s a fan, but she quit reading my writing years ago.  Somehow those little love-letters she admired so much got the ax as acceptable gifts—because people were paying me to write.

My kids—my girls already think I’m just plain silly, mostly because I am.  They think the cool people dance like Hanna Montana…and I can’t quite define my dancing style as fitting…even though I’m learning the moves from a 7 and 4 year-old.  My son, only 2 years-old, thinks I’m still pretty cool…but only because I think he admires my dinosaur roaring impersonations, and I can still jump higher than him—that’s big stuff to guy who’s 2.  Vertical counts.

My parents—eh, parents don’t count.  C’mon, they cheered for us when we used the big potty—any cheering after that kind of loses its zeal.

No, I understand that I have a number one fan who lives in Idaho.  She is a woman I have yet to meet.  And, I must say, I’m flattered by her appreciation of my work.  It’s great to be appreciated…sincerely.

So often in life we appreciate the talents of others.  We look to those we admire.  We seek their approval.  Yet, we never stop to realize that someone out there—sometimes across the country, or even across the world—could appreciate our talents.  And, we should.  We should all know our #1 fans…and at the same time, we should let the people we admire know that we’re their #1 fans.

The world could use a little more appreciation between strangers.

And, FYI…my dancing isn’t so bad…is it?  Well, if nothing else, I’ve got the dinosaur roar mastered.

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Ish. There’s a lot of doom and gloom. There’s a lot of people losing jobs. There’s a lot of people losing houses. There are a lot of people who could use a heavy dose of pride.

Where do you look for a bright light?

(okay, not that bright light…most of us will live through this economic stink)

Well, when the going gets tough, when the chips are down, and when there seems to be only one drip of optimism falling from the sky—and it’s about to splash into the sea—I suggest looking to the great and almighty, Clint Swindall.

Huh?

No, Clint doesn’t have any magical powers–although, I bet he’s got some weird talent up his sleeve. Clint’s one of those guys who probably broke a pogo stick record as a kid, or can tear phone books in half with his bare hands. I just know if you prodded enough, he’s got some strange power that’s amazing. But, that’s not why I suggest looking to him for a little inspiration.

I met Clint a few years ago, while he was speaking at a business event. Clint told a lot of great stories. He shared a ton of useful advice—drawing from his own extensive career history. But, the thing that got me—the thing that slid the hook in my lip—was a very simple little saying that Clint uses to inspire people to think positively, “Tell Me Somethin’ Good.”

Instead of asking people, “How are you?” Clint greets people with, “Tell Me Somethin’ Good.”

And now, amongst the doom and gloom of scandal, cutbacks, layoffs, and a wicked economic virus, Clint Swidall’s little saying has become a national phenomenon.

Check it out. Join. And, look around…bright lights are everywhere. Clint Swindall is one of them.

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