Here are the contents of the book :
1. Start with yourself
2. Practice the 30-second Rule
3. Let people know you need them
4. Create a memory and visit it often
5. Compliment people in front of other people
6. Give others a reputation to uphold
7. Say the right words at the right time
8. Encourage the Dreams of others
9. Pass the credit on to others
10. Offer your very best
11. Share a secret with someone
12. Mine the gold of good intentions
13. Keep your eyes off the mirror
14. Do for others what they can't do for themselves
15. Listen with your hearts
16. Find the keys to their hearts
17. Be the first to help
18. Add value to people
19. Remember a person's story
20. Tell a good story
21. Give with no strings attached
22. Learn your mailman's name
23. Point out people's strengths
24. Write notes of encouragement
25. Help people win
"25 Ways to Win With People" By John C. Maxwell
Monday, July 31, 2006
Help People win
Below are an inspired story from the book "25 Ways to Win With People" by John C. Maxwell (Chapter 25 - Help People Win , Pg. 169-172)
When John Maxwell's nephew, Eric, was seven years old, he got ready to play his first game in his first season of Little League baseball. John and Margaret went to see the game, and of course, John wanted to help Eric win. Here is the story as John often tells it:
You've got to understand, Eric had never played baseball before. He's intimidated, he's scared, he's fearful, he's frightened. And his coach thinks it's the World Series! So Eric walks up to the plate. His helmet is way down over his ears, his uniform is way too big for him, and he can hardly hold the bat. He's petrified. So there he stand, facing the other team's pitcher, who is always the biggest kid. His name is Butch, he's got a big wad of bubble gum in his jaw, and peach fuzz all over his face.
Eric just kind of hugged the bat and closed his eyes and prayed. And that ball went whoosh! Strike one. Whoosh! Strike two. Whoosh! Strike three. I mean, just like that, and when the umpire said “You are out” Eric just looked glad to be alive.
As he walked back to the dugout, parents started yelling at him and the coach was hollering at him. And I'm sitting there thinking, This is my nephew and he's scared.
So I went down to the little fence where Eric was, and I said “Sweetheart, I don't know what they have told you about baseball, but let your Uncle John teach you something. Baseball is a very simple game”
He said “what do you mean?”
I said, “You only have to do one thing. The next time you go up to bat, every time Butch throws the ball, you just swing the bat. That's all you have to do. Butch throws the ball, you swing the bat. Butch throws the ball, you swing the bat”
He looked at me and said “that is all I gotta do?”
I Said “that's all, don't worry about hitting that ball, just swing that bat” And all the sudden a smile broke out on his face, and he said “I can do that”
I said “Sure you can do that! Go Get them , boy”
The next time Eric got up to bat, Butch threw the ball and Erick swung the bat. He missed it by a mile. In face, he swung so late the ball was already in the catcher's glove. I am now beginning to clap my hands. I am saying, “Wonderful swing, Eric, wonderful swing. That-a-boy! Every time Butch throws the ball, you swing the bat”
Butch throws the ball Erick swings the bat. Butch throws the ball, he missing it by about three feet. Finally, he strikes out on the third strike.
I'm on my feet shouting, “Eric McCullogh, that is the finest strikeout I have ever seen in my life. Way to go!”At that point, the coach looks up into the bleachers and gives me a dirty look. And the parents aren't too happy either.
Margaret says “Sweetheart, I'm gonna go to the car and read a book.”
But I don't care, because after this at bat, Eric is smiling.
Now, to be honest, I didn't think Eric was going to get a hit that day. Besides, in Little League baseball, there's no such thing as a hit. If there is any kind of contact, it's not the bat hitting the ball, it is the ball hitting the bat. And if there's one thing I know, it is this: if the ball hits the bat, it doesn't have to go far, it just has to go fair. And in Little League baseball, if the ball goes anywhere in fair territory, you never stop running.
Well, I didn't think it was gonna happen, but it did. The third time up, Butch threw the ball, Eric swings, the ball hits the bat. It wasn't a crack out into center field, it was a thud. As soon as I saw the ball was fair, I'm out of the bleachers and I'm running down the first base line saying “Eric, keep on running, keep on running!”
As Eric goes around first base, I cut across the infield as fast as I can. I am not at third base and I'm saying “Come on, Eric! Come on, Eric!” Eric rounds third base, and together we slide safe in to home. Eric gets up and brushes off his uniform, I get up and brush off my suit, and we walked off the field, I just looked at the coach and gave him a smile.
We went home that day to Eric's home. His parents had to work and didn't get to see the game, but we replayed it for them. I stood in the middle of the living room and I pretended to be Butch, and Eric stood by the piano beach, which was home plate. I threw that pitch, he hit that ball. We went around the bases and Eric slid safe under the piano beach. We all stood up and gave him a standing ovation, and that day we launched Eric into his Little League baseball career.
Eric is all grown up now. But at about the time he was ready to graduate from high school, Erick came out to visit me. And he said “Uncle John, I've got something exciting to tell you. You remember my first Little League baseball game?”
"Of course I do” I said, and we reminisced about it.
"I've never forgotten it” Eric said “And I just wanted to tell you, this year I am going to college on a baseball scholarship”
You don't have to be rich, famous, or talented to help others win. You just need to care and do your best to help them. And know this: when you have the ability to help someone win, you will be that person's friend for life
When John Maxwell's nephew, Eric, was seven years old, he got ready to play his first game in his first season of Little League baseball. John and Margaret went to see the game, and of course, John wanted to help Eric win. Here is the story as John often tells it:
You've got to understand, Eric had never played baseball before. He's intimidated, he's scared, he's fearful, he's frightened. And his coach thinks it's the World Series! So Eric walks up to the plate. His helmet is way down over his ears, his uniform is way too big for him, and he can hardly hold the bat. He's petrified. So there he stand, facing the other team's pitcher, who is always the biggest kid. His name is Butch, he's got a big wad of bubble gum in his jaw, and peach fuzz all over his face.
Eric just kind of hugged the bat and closed his eyes and prayed. And that ball went whoosh! Strike one. Whoosh! Strike two. Whoosh! Strike three. I mean, just like that, and when the umpire said “You are out” Eric just looked glad to be alive.
As he walked back to the dugout, parents started yelling at him and the coach was hollering at him. And I'm sitting there thinking, This is my nephew and he's scared.
So I went down to the little fence where Eric was, and I said “Sweetheart, I don't know what they have told you about baseball, but let your Uncle John teach you something. Baseball is a very simple game”
He said “what do you mean?”
I said, “You only have to do one thing. The next time you go up to bat, every time Butch throws the ball, you just swing the bat. That's all you have to do. Butch throws the ball, you swing the bat. Butch throws the ball, you swing the bat”
He looked at me and said “that is all I gotta do?”
I Said “that's all, don't worry about hitting that ball, just swing that bat” And all the sudden a smile broke out on his face, and he said “I can do that”
I said “Sure you can do that! Go Get them , boy”
The next time Eric got up to bat, Butch threw the ball and Erick swung the bat. He missed it by a mile. In face, he swung so late the ball was already in the catcher's glove. I am now beginning to clap my hands. I am saying, “Wonderful swing, Eric, wonderful swing. That-a-boy! Every time Butch throws the ball, you swing the bat”
Butch throws the ball Erick swings the bat. Butch throws the ball, he missing it by about three feet. Finally, he strikes out on the third strike.
I'm on my feet shouting, “Eric McCullogh, that is the finest strikeout I have ever seen in my life. Way to go!”At that point, the coach looks up into the bleachers and gives me a dirty look. And the parents aren't too happy either.
Margaret says “Sweetheart, I'm gonna go to the car and read a book.”
But I don't care, because after this at bat, Eric is smiling.
Now, to be honest, I didn't think Eric was going to get a hit that day. Besides, in Little League baseball, there's no such thing as a hit. If there is any kind of contact, it's not the bat hitting the ball, it is the ball hitting the bat. And if there's one thing I know, it is this: if the ball hits the bat, it doesn't have to go far, it just has to go fair. And in Little League baseball, if the ball goes anywhere in fair territory, you never stop running.
Well, I didn't think it was gonna happen, but it did. The third time up, Butch threw the ball, Eric swings, the ball hits the bat. It wasn't a crack out into center field, it was a thud. As soon as I saw the ball was fair, I'm out of the bleachers and I'm running down the first base line saying “Eric, keep on running, keep on running!”
As Eric goes around first base, I cut across the infield as fast as I can. I am not at third base and I'm saying “Come on, Eric! Come on, Eric!” Eric rounds third base, and together we slide safe in to home. Eric gets up and brushes off his uniform, I get up and brush off my suit, and we walked off the field, I just looked at the coach and gave him a smile.
We went home that day to Eric's home. His parents had to work and didn't get to see the game, but we replayed it for them. I stood in the middle of the living room and I pretended to be Butch, and Eric stood by the piano beach, which was home plate. I threw that pitch, he hit that ball. We went around the bases and Eric slid safe under the piano beach. We all stood up and gave him a standing ovation, and that day we launched Eric into his Little League baseball career.
Eric is all grown up now. But at about the time he was ready to graduate from high school, Erick came out to visit me. And he said “Uncle John, I've got something exciting to tell you. You remember my first Little League baseball game?”
"Of course I do” I said, and we reminisced about it.
"I've never forgotten it” Eric said “And I just wanted to tell you, this year I am going to college on a baseball scholarship”
You don't have to be rich, famous, or talented to help others win. You just need to care and do your best to help them. And know this: when you have the ability to help someone win, you will be that person's friend for life
Monday, July 17, 2006
The paradox of our time
A wonderful Message by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that
we have taller buildings but shorter tempers,
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less,
we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families,
more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense,
more knowledge, but less judgment,
more experts, yet more problems,
more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly,
laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late,
get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much,
and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour.
We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,
big men and small character,
steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce,
fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.
Remember,
spend some time with your loved ones,
because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember,
say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe,
because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember,
to give a warm hug to the one next to you,
because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.
A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
-The paradox of our time by George Carlin
The paradox of our time in history is that
we have taller buildings but shorter tempers,
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less,
we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families,
more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense,
more knowledge, but less judgment,
more experts, yet more problems,
more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly,
laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late,
get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much,
and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour.
We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,
big men and small character,
steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce,
fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.
Remember,
spend some time with your loved ones,
because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember,
say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe,
because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember,
to give a warm hug to the one next to you,
because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.
A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
-The paradox of our time by George Carlin
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