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The importance of perseverance

OspreysupercroppedFall down seven times, stand up eight.
Japanese proverb





One evening, my daughter was growing frustrated with her math homework.

She had tried several times to solve an equation but couldn’t get the correct answer, despite working intently on the problem.

I watched her struggle a bit – but she didn’t give up. She took a deep breath, worked on it some more and eventually found the answer.

She persevered.

For most of us, life frequently brings simple frustrations, and occasionally, far more complex problems. Our willingness to continue to try our best, even if we don’t succeed at first, goes a long way in determining not only our immediate success but our long-term happiness.

One of my daughter’s favorite book series is the Harry Potter saga written by J.K. Rowling. The author sent her manuscript for the first book to 12 different publishers before one accepted it. Imagine how easy it would have been for Rowling to give up trying to find a publisher after her first rejection (or her tenth). She could always say she tried but didn’t succeed. Instead, she persevered — and went on to write a total of seven Potter books, the best-selling book series of all time.

Life knocks all of us down sometimes. Some people choose to stay on the ground and quit. Other people stand up, dust themselves off and try again. Those who rise give themselves a new chance to succeed.

You’ll be amazed at what you can accomplish if you persevere.


The importance of attitude

j0433335“What you think you become.”
– Buddha



I once challenged my daughter with this question: why do some people seem happy all the time while others are always so grumpy?

She correctly identified the one key difference in some people: their attitude.

Everyone faces challenges, even people who live a seemingly charmed life. Often, our success is not determined by the challenge itself but how we react to it.

Some people let simple annoyances bother them to no end. Other people face daunting challenges yet always seem in a good mood. We frequently hear of people battling a life-threatening illness do so with a positive attitude, and many such patients credit it with helping them win the battle. Imagine how powerful a good attitude can be in overcoming life’s simpler problems.

Having the right attitude in almost every situation can make a huge difference in anyone’s life.

I often remind my daughter: don’t underestimate the importance of your attitude.

To learn about life: travel and read

reading“I am not the same, having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.”
– Mary Anne Radmacher

“There is no frigate like a book.”
– Emily Dickinson


Since my daughter was a little girl, I’ve encouraged her to one day attend college. Equally important, I’ve strongly recommended that she travel to new places and read regularly.

Traveling domestically (and abroad, if possible) exposes a person to new cultures, ideas, customs, religions, food and music. Most people return from a trip a different person than when they departed, as travel provides perspective on their own culture and life.

In some ways, reading is another form of travel: a good book can transport the reader to another time or place, revealing new ideas and perspectives. Not everyone can afford college or is well suited for it. (Abraham Lincoln did not attend college and said everything he learned, he learned from books.) But anyone can read, and it’s like traveling without having to leave home.

I continue to tell my daughter that regardless of her formal education, the dual pleasures of traveling and reading will bring the mysteries of the world much sharper into focus.

Find time to read. Find a way to travel.

Asking questions about faith


“Faith is a gift….”.
Robert Langdon, played by Tom Hanks in the film Angels and Demons



At age 11, my daughter asked if God really existed. She also wanted to know if Heaven was real.

I have always been honest and candid with my daughter, but my answer probably was not satisfactory to her: I said that only she could answer these questions.

My daughter was attending Christian church services each Sunday and heard the pastor’s frequent messages about Jesus and his teachings, and about God’s relationship with humanity. His sermons never called into question God’s existence (although he was far less clear about the nature of heaven). My daughter was attentive, and she wanted a concrete, iron clad assurance about God.

I told her she was really asking a question about faith.

My daughter’s pastor once gave a sermon about Blaise Pascal’s philosophical “wager,” which says that every person must bet if there is a God or not. If you believe there is a God and you are correct, then the payoff is huge; if you are wrong, then you don’t lose anything important. But if you bet there is no God and are wrong, your penalty is eternal damnation, which is the ultimate lost wager. The thought, then, is to go ahead and bet there is a God.

But I don’t want my daughter to come to religious faith out of fear.

I also don’t want to spoon-feed her answers to these questions. Instead, I  encourage her to examine her own life and come to her own conclusions.

When it comes to faith, I cannot give my daughter the answers. But I am glad she’s asking the questions.

In life, keep your eyes focused forward


Every exit is an entry somewhere.” 

       – Tom Stoppard


While driving a car, 99 percent of the time your eyes are looking in one of two places: in the rearview mirror or through the windshield.

The rearview mirror only shows where you have been, the past. It’s a good idea to look there now and again, but if you fix your eyes too long, you’ll crash.

The windshield shows what is in front of you, including all your options for which road to choose next.

When I was much younger, I used to spend a lot of time looking in the rearview mirror, dwelling on the past, my mistakes, missed opportunities. I wrung my hands at what I should have done differently. I never obsessed, but I fretted. It never changed a thing.

As I got older, my eyes shifted to the winsdshield, where anything is possible.

You have the choice to focus on what’s behind you — the past, dead and gone — or look forward at where you are now and what lies ahead.

Where are you looking?

Go ahead: Chase your dreams


“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”

– John Greenleaf Whittier


While visiting Universal Studios in Orlando, my daughter and I watched a fun animal show at the theme park. Afterward, we approached the stage to speak with one of animal trainers, a young man who told us that he loved his job. As a child, he said, his hobby was teaching tricks to the pets of his family and friends, and he spent all his free time playing with animals. Now, he couldn’t believe he was being paid to do something he loved and would do for free.

This young man had found a way to marry his passion with his career. It wasn’t much money, he said, but he didn’t care because every day felt like play. It was clear this guy was living his dream.

This is a great lesson.

It is easy to focus on making money, thinking this is the key to happiness. And while a certain amount of pragmatism is wise – we all have bills to pay – it’s a shame so many of us abandon our dreams when choosing a career.

My parents were both children of the Great Depression, and during my entire childhood they told me repeatedly that finding steady work at a good wage was the key to success. Yes, enjoying my work was a nice benefit, but the most important consideration was making a good living.

It’s easy to see why they were so pragmatic. My father was born three months before the 1929 stock market crash. My mother was born the next year in London and was a child during the most brutal WW II bombings of that city. Both grew up at a time when the key to life was simply providing for yourselves and your family. After college, I was speaking to an older family friend – from the same generation as my parents – who told me to try to get a job at the post office. It didn’t matter I had no interest in the post office, he said; it was steady work, and what could be more important?

When it comes to my daughter, I’ve encouraged her to pursue her dreams. Yes, I’ve also explained that there is a practical side to choosing a career path, including earning enough money to pay the bills. Some balance is important.

But mostly, I want her to spread her wings and fly. I want her to pursue her dreams.

A little rain in your child’s life is a good thing

Littleraincropped “Thy fate is the most common fate of all, into each life some rain must fall.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



As a parent, it is natural not only to protect your child from harm but also to keep her free from worry or problems. We want our children to be happy and successful – all the time.

As a good parent, we have a responsibility to do something a little different, because what happens to the child who never knows even the slightest disappointment or failure? What if she wins at everything – or always gets her way? She is not prepared to be a successful adult.

This is true because in the real world, your child will not always get what she wants. At some point, she will be disappointed – and at some point, she will fail: it is a function of being human. But it is not the disappointment or failure which will help decide your child’s happiness; it will be her ability to react to it.

Of course, all good parents will protect their children from any significant danger or terrible mistake, and we will do everything we can to help them be successful. But a child who never has to face any disappointment or failure is unlikely to develop the skills needed to cope with these realities as an adult. If a parent gives in to the impulse to allow a child to win at every little game or contest, to cure for them every little struggle, to intervene at every little problem, we are simply not preparing them to handle life.

No good parent would allow his child to be battered by a storm, but letting just a little rain into your child’s life is exactly what good parents do.

Honesty is still the best policy


 “Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.”

– Thomas Jefferson



I guess you’re never too old to be reminded that honesty is the best policy. Consider this story:

My 84-year-old father called to say it was time for him to give up driving a car for good. His memory had started to fade, and he’d begun forgetting things, such as the route to get home from the nearby store.

He asked my help finding a buyer for his car, which Dad seemed relieved to let go. (He also was happy to be rid of a car payment, insurance, gas and maintenance.)

We checked the Internet to get an idea of how much to ask for his car, then took it several places to get the best deal.

At one dealership, the used car manager offered us almost exactly our asking price. We immediately agreed. The manager then handed us a form with a few basic questions and left the room to do some paperwork. We scanned the form and had no issues, until we saw this question: “Have the air bags in this car ever deployed?”

Dad thought for a moment – you could see he was struggling to recall some not-so-distant memory – and then told me, “I’m trying to remember, but I think the air bags in this car did go off once in an accident.”

I was surprised. Dad had said that very morning that he didn’t remember ever being in an accident in this car. Now he seemed to recall an accident that set off the air bags. After some deliberation, his memory cleared and he was certain: a few years ago, he indeed had been hit head-on in this car and the airs bags had deployed.

This was significant because this dealer had a policy not to purchase any car if the air bags had ever deployed, even if they’d been professional repacked. And if this dealer would not buy the car, the next best offer we could find from another buyer was $1,000 less than this dealer was offering.

The sales manager was not in the room when Dad recalled the accident, but he was certain to return shortly. We had a choice to make when the manager walked in: admit the air bags had gone off, lose this sale and eventually end up with $1,000 less for the car, or not mention the accident and make the sale and our full profit.

It’d been a long day and we were ready to sell the car and go home. But Dad and I agreed that we needed to admit the truth about the air bags. If we’d been buying the car instead of selling it, we’d want to know the truth about the car’s history. And it didn’t feel right signing a form we knew to be false.

We told the dealer about the accident and the air bags. He immediately said, “I’m sorry, but that means I can’t buy your car.” After a moment, he added, “Thanks for being honest. I actually could have gotten in some trouble if I’d bought this and the dealership found out later about the air bags.” He also told us that if someone had bought the car and been injured in an accident because of faulty air bags, my Dad’s signature on that paper could place him in a difficult legal position.

In the end, we sold the car to another buyer for the $1,000 less. Driving home, I thought for a moment whether or not we made the right decision, but I didn’t have to think long. I know Dad got less money for his car, but we had something more valuable: peace of mind, and knowledge we had done the right thing.

For us, honesty is still the best policy.

A laminated reflection on life….


   “It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.”
Arthur Conan Doyle





On and off over the years, one of my job responsibilities has been to speak to local community groups and civic clubs about our organization. I give a short speech, usually right after lunch or dinner, and then answer questions.  It’s a great way to meet people from all over the city.

One day I was dispatched to a Rotary lunch meeting of about 50 men, many of them business professionals or retirees. After my presentation and Q&A session, an older gentleman approached me. He appeared to be in his late 70s, and he was well-dressed and well spoken.

He said hello and immediately began to tell me about his own career, how he had been a salesman for Sears & Roebuck some years ago. He said he had been quite good at his job selling appliances and home furnishings. In fact, he told me, one year he had been the top grossing salesman in the entire Southeastern United States. I smiled politely and told him I was impressed.

He then pulled from his pocket a folded newspaper article, dog-eared and yellowed from years of use. He handled the wrinkled paper to me. It was laminated. The article was about 40 years old and came from a small town newspaper in a city I don’t recall. The paper showed a black-and-white photo of a man in a white shirt and dark tie next to a headline proclaiming that Sears, Roebuck & Co. had just announced its salesman of the year. I read the short article, which appeared to be a news release issued by the company and reprinted verbatim by the man’s hometown newspaper. The older man smiled and spoke as if he had won this award just recently, then carefully took the article back from me.

The gentleman was very proud, and it was obvious the news in this article had been the crowning achievement of his career – and perhaps his life. In this gentleman’s mind, this paper represented the definitive statement of who he was as a man.

It made me think of my own eventual reflection:  when I’m retired and a member of Rotary, listening to a young speaker, what will be on the piece of paper pulled from my pocket? What will it say about me as a man?

For starters, I hope the answer says something about me as a father, husband and friend, but what else?

I don’t have the full answer yet, but I’ve started thinking more about the question…..

Time is the coin of your life


Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.”

Carl Sandburg



I believe two of the most precious gifts in life are good health – and time.

While we cannot always control our health, we can control how we spend our time.

I have found no shortage of people eager to suggest how I should spend my time. Often, it is a casual acquaintance eager for me to spend time doing something I have little or no interest doing. I have learned to politely decline these invitations.

Instead, I prefer to spend my time with family and friends – and sharing it with those who can use a helping hand.

Time is the coin of my life, and I intend to spend it wisely.


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