Tútrabajas専用TUシオンパラobtenerのcosas NO。 Tútrabajas専用TUシオンパラobtenerのningúnのresultado NO。カルロ·ヌエボNIパラconseguirウナMUJER NI POR UNポル·ファマの入出力フォーチュナ、ノー。 TUがないTUシオンの国連resultadoをcondicionasん。
¿QUEpasaríaシリコンtrabajas専用TUミYらの最終的な無obtienes EL resultado QUEエスペ？入出力ペオルのAUN、¿QUEpasaríaシリコンluegoデtrabajar専用TUシオン、obtienes LA COSA Y elloなしTE llenaコモesperabas？...TúERES MEJOR QUE ESO。
Tútrabajas専用TUシオンporque ESO ES quien TU ERES：国連ルーガーprofundo専用TUコラソン、ESTOのESのLO QUEのsabes専用。 ASI·ド·シンプルな。 Túsabes QUE TUシオンsalvaráLA VIDAデalguien O QUE原QUEエステプラネタ海国連MEJORルーガーするDonde vivir。 Entonces TE despiertas、trabajas専用TUシオン、エルティエンポQUEルdediques日焼けPRONTOコモHagas無しアルゴリズムPOR TUのシオンのEL DIA·デ·ホイimportar罪。
Y luego TE DAS cuenta、QUE ESEペケーノモント·ドTRABAJO QUE pusisteホイエンESrazónsuficienteパラautorizarte AのSerフェリスAHORA MISMO TUミ、。 MAÑANASERA台所その他DIA。
Brooks H. completed the New Warrior Training Adventure in June of 1999, at Clara Barton Camp in Central Massachusetts. He is a member of Men On The Loose I-Group, a ManKind Project Men's Group meeting outside Boston on a weekly basis. He lives in Arlington, MA.
I've been writing about Wisdom recently and decided to do some field research.
I made two cardboard signs -
Wisdom Bought and Sold 25¢
My friend Alan and I drove to the lake intending to buy or sell wisdom for a quarter a dose. We headed for a bench next to the walking path, strategically placed our signs for best visibility and got right to work.
Two young women stopped before we'd even settled. One held a 14 month old baby and the other obviously a soon to be mom.
“You're selling wisdom?” One asked. “What a great idea.”
“Well actually we're buying and selling wisdom.” I responded.
“I'll take some,” the expectant mother said, “How does it work?” She rummaged through her purse looking for a quarter.
“First we have to agree on a definition,” I explained, “Then we can decide what type of wisdom you'd like to purchase.
“Ok,” she agreed, what is the definition?
I've been studying various published definitions and concocted my own hybrid from what I've read.
Wisdom is the ability to learn from life experience and use it to shape the future for the good of all.
I shared my definition along with my unexpected discovery that the difference between knowledge and wisdom seems to be embedded in the last few words. “For the good of all.”
The two women accepted my definition commenting they never thought about the difference and agreed for the good of all did indeed fit. “Why are you doing this?” they asked.
“We believe the world could use a little more wisdom. We decided offering a clear definition and assigning a dollar (Quarter) value, we'd encourage people to value wisdom and use it consciously in their daily lives.” I explained.
“Why here at the lake?” the woman holding the baby asked, “Shouldn't you be in Washington selling wisdom?” I laughed replying, “this is our first day out. We thought it would be wise to start at the grassroots before stepping onto the national stage. We figured only very wise people would be walking around the lake on a sunny Tuesday afternoon.
The expectant mother suddenly piped up, “I have some wisdom.”
“Great,” I encouraged, “Lets have it.”
“Never be too quick to judge other people,” she offered adding, “I'm quick to judge people based on what they wear or how they look. My husband is much better at withholding his judgments until he gets to know people better. He's a more reliable judge of people than I am.”
“Never be too quick to judge other people,” she repeated.
“It fits the definition,” I acknowledged, “Something you learned that could shape the future and certainly for the good of all.”
She seemed very pleased with herself and refused the quarter I offered saying, “No, I'd rather trade, now you give me some wisdom.”
“What flavor of wisdom?” I asked. She paused for a moment considering my question. I noticed her hand slowly caressing her pregnant belly.
“How about children? She asked, do you have any wisdom about raising children?
I raised two children who are now about the same age as these young women. When it comes to childrearing I'm no master but I am experienced and I have learned a lot through the years. I offered up the first thing that came into my mind.
“You can never love a child too much. Spend as much time as you can simply loving your child, you and your child will be forever grateful.”
We agreed we'd made a good trade of wisdom, said our goodbyes and the young mothers continued on their walk. I watched as they walked away, two women filled with the special beauty motherhood bestows.
We did encounter the skeptics, cynics, and the joggers determined to complete one more mile and far too driven to stop and take a moment. I'm grateful for those who did stop. Although no money changed hands today we did go home with our pockets full of wisdom. I imagine we sparked lively dinner conversations last night. I hope so. People have collected a lot of wisdom yet are often shy or hesitant about expressing it. We will continue to hit the streets with our signs. Look for us and stay tuned.
How many times have I put aside my creative self just to fit into the social conventions? どのくらい私の創造的な自己が眠ってきた？このページの「クリエイティブの自己からの手紙、「私はあなたには、いくつかの真実を言えば、私が見つけたものは非常に興味深いの声を見つけることを願っています。 Click on the link below to read the article:
In October it will be ten years since I've seen my father.
I remember clearly the last time I saw him. We were at the National Airport in Lima.
Let me back-track. The flight to Miami was at 8 pm. For international flights, you are supposed to check in three hours in advance or risk missing the flight.
I was at home, waiting for my father to say goodbye at 6 pm. Still a fifteen minute drive away from the airport. I was late and pissed off. It was the same story. Waiting for my father. Putting all my expectations as a kid on that man. The architect. The eloquent speaker. The storyteller. Great talk but limited results. And yet I still never lost hope of seeing him awaken.
Twenty three years of my life waiting. Waiting for him to stand up and take action; for my brothers Victor and Fernando, for my Sister Mariola and my mother Soledad. And there I was; about to leave Peru, and I was still waiting.
Peter Putnam, a writer and ManKind Project supporter, in his extraordinary book : “The Song of Father-Son: Men in Search of The Blessing,” writes that a man craves the blessing of the Father more than anything else in the world.
“We crave the blessing of our father. Our father whoever he is. Wherever he's been, hugging us close and saying these simple magical words: Son, I'm proud of you . You have all you need to be a strong, loving man.”
Later, Putnam emphasizes that his entire book, and his entire life, are about that hug and those words.
And there it is. My whole life I was always craving the blessing of my father. And to give the blessing, he needed to show up.
In October 2003 I didn't know that what I wanted was my father's blessing. I was feeling the same familiar feelings of disappointment, anger, and frustration that I felt many times towards him. My life in Peru was about to come to an end. I was about to start a new life in a new country where I couldn't speak a word of the language. I was longing for something from him … waiting for him to come and save me.
He arrived at 6:30 pm. I was furious. I wanted to scream at him and blame him for whatever unpleasant things were happening in my life.
He came pretending like nothing was wrong … and I screamed,
“Dad, I had to be at the airport at 5!!!”
He reacted like he usually did; serene, almost as if he wasn't involved.
He said, “I'm sorry.”
I've heard that I'm sorry so many times.
We went to the airport. As soon as we arrived, my brother, who was waiting there, told me that the flight was delayed two hours …
Four other friends were at the airport to say goodbye. A friend of mine brought me chocolates made by his mom, another friend asked me if I had some soles (the Peruvian currency) “You won't need it in the US” he said. Despite my anger, I gave him like thirty bucks in Peruvian soles.
Everyone was pretending that this was another get together, the usual frivolous conversation; girls, soccer, cars.
I was begging deep inside for my father to call me aside … to say something meaningful.
Boarding begins. I start saying goodbye to my friends and family. At the time I thought I was leaving for only two or three years. It's now ten years without seeing my father. I saved the last goodbye for Him, (Him with capital H). It was very simple goodbye. A brief hug and a kiss on my forehead.
“Behave,” he said.
Throughout the years I have carried a lot of resentment towards my father. I blamed him for many things. I've always thought about how he could do better on this or that area. It's been ten years. Now, after my New Warrior Training Adventure, and ongoing work in my men's I-group, I notice that I didn't have to look at my father, but at myself.
Looking back, I see that he did the best he could with what he had, from where he was. If he didn't do better, it was simply because he didn't know any better. Maybe he was also craving the blessing of his father. Men's work, for me, has included learning to forgive. Forgiveness for my father. Forgiveness for myself. I didn't know what I needed, and I didn't know how to ask for it. He didn't know how to give what I could never ask for, the blessing of a Father.
Only after I forgave, I accomplished something that I thought it was impossible: I have learned to love my father. Just saying it give me a sense of freedom: I love my Father. Yes, I love Him and I can't wait to see him again. To look into his eyes and hug him. Not only as the man who gave me life, but as my brother warrior that he is, doing the best he can with what he is given.
As has been said … necessity is often the mother of invention. Alan Little thought he had it all worked out, and then it all started crumbling. In some new ways, it still is. But the slippery slope from 'I've got this all figured out,' to 'What the heck is going on!?' happens in different ways for different folks. In Alan's case, it helped him arrive at a moment of clarity that gave rise to the 'True Voice System.'
I spoke with Alan in August about his system, and took a few hours to walk through the True Voice Process work-book. I'm glad I did. In a few hours I added new language and some new tools to my personal growth tool-box, and came away with more clarity about what I value deeply and what I won't tolerate in my life.
Alan completed the New Warrior Training Adventure in 2007.
On May 25 th 1996, Bud Gaugh, drummer for the Californian band Sublime, reported to the police that his friend Brad, leader of the band, had disappeared. After trying to call him ten times he stopped because it kept going directly to voicemail. Nobody had any information.
It had been a wild night: they played at a festival in San Francisco and after searching without any results, Bud returned to the hotel where the band had stayed the previous night. The manager opened the room that was supposedly empty and both found a somber scene: Bradley James Nowell was kneeling on the floor with half his body on the bed. On the bed was a puddle of vomit and Bud thought that after the concert Brad had gotten drunk and passed out before even being able to get in bed.
When they moved him, a more serious picture emerged. Next to him were needles, a lighter, and a small bag with white powder. Bud brought his face to Nowell's chest, confirming that his heart was not beating. The police statement declared that Bradley James Nowell, 28 years old, died from a heroin overdose that stopped his heart. He could have been saved but nobody was present to help him in that lonely hotel room.
Two months after his death, the album they had been working on for the past year was released. Then came the avalanche of success. For several months, they were ranked first in the Billboard Rock charts, they made the rotation on MTV, won gold and multiplatinum records, and Rolling Stone magazine awarded Sublime's album as the best of 1997 thanks to hits like Santeria and What I Got.
Bradley Nowell left an important legacy, influencing singers like Ben Harper, John Mayer, Jason Mraz, and Jack Johnson. He also left behind an 11-month old orphan, a wife, a band, and a Dalmatian. He never enjoyed his fame or wealth. He made bad decisions and the heroin ultimately stopped his heart. Brad Nowell was perhaps a reminder to us all of the consequences of these excesses and where they lead us.
Today we live in a world where mind-altering substances – and we're not just talking about drugs – often dictate our choices. It's not 'over there,' and it's not 'them.' It's us. It's people just like you and me.
It is common for people to live with some sort of addiction, be it hard drugs, soft drugs, or even legal drugs such as alcohol and tobacco. The frenetic rhythm of our society has created other addictions as well, many not yet officially recognized; coffee, video-games, media, pornography.
Today, when debates are held in Uruguay (as well as in numerous state houses across the USA) to decide the legalization of marijuana, people on both sides are writing articles, granting interviews, and opining left and right on a subject that needs to be honestly faced in the entire western hemisphere. If the senate ratifies the law approved by the chamber of legislators, Uruguay will have taken the first step that will serve as an example for Latin America. Not so much to decide whether we are for or against the matter, but as a statement that actions are being taken on a cancer that is having a profound impact on our society. The drug economy, as noted by Moises Naim in his book, “ Illicit: How Smugglers, Traffickers, and Copycats are Hijacking the Global Economy ,” doubled from 1990 to 2002, without calculating the parallel powers it creates, the mafias and the cost that the ensuing crime has on governments.
Being for or against decriminalization, the “war on drugs” is a war that was lost at the beginning, and our action is needed now. Many of us and our fellow beings live in a state where we need a substance to survive and “bear” life. How do we get back to a healthy balance point? Where is the emotional health of our society standing? Do we fill in the gaps in our spirit with addictive substances or compulsive behaviors to forget reality?
Many of us, in our daily activities, are using alternatives that bring us closer to sanity or the elevation of the spirit; yoga, exercise, meditation, 'clean' food, and appropriate amounts of rest that balance out the frenetic pace that our work requires. But this is far from the norm in our culture. We have arrived at an alarming moment.
Maybe it is time to consider that everyone has a personal responsibility in creating a healthy society. It begins with our own emotional sanity that will lead to a collective sanity. We can search for that sanity together, or we can keep running. And it will continue to cost us. When some substance or addiction that allows us to carry on with our lives slams into reality, when we have our own personal version of Bradley James Nowell's story in our families.
I'm excited to let you know that I was the featured guest on the Good Men Project panel asking the question, “Why Won't Men Get Help?” in the context of men and mental health. It was an exciting panel of myself and four other men and great questions, great answers and deep issues were addressed.
The 30 minute video of the event is now on the Men After Fifty website for you to view. I promise you that it will be worth your time. Click below:
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Dr. Adam Sheck is a licensed Psychologist, Couples Counselor and Mission Specialist, supporting people in connecting to their mission, passion and purpose at ownyourmission.com . He especially relates to men dealing with the issues of the second half of life at menafterfifty.com . You can find him on Facebook when he's not busy writing for The Good Men Project.