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Dolores McKay
Scottsdale, AZ
Entrepreneur, Experience Expert & Consultant
Interests: music, theatre, dance, writing, sports, most things edible, history & fun. very fond of culinary arts, wines and other fermentations & provoking conversations. inspired by art & science, raw & refined talent and the lives of unabashed, fanatical change agents.
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Dolores McKay is now following pbaileyglobal
Jul 11, 2010
May 13th and Day 12 of the quest. (If this is your first time reading Five-Foot Nothin', read post entitled 'Blowing It' for quest explanation). "I can give you a six-word formula for success: Think things through - then follow through." - Sir Walter Scott. I could not agree more. Without question, one of the more challenging aspects of this quest is not to be inspired into a good idea, but to follow through on an idea and continue to move things forward. Today, it is my pleasure to report that one of the Five-Foot Nothin' initiatives is moving forward. For those faithful FFN readers, you already know I applied to adopt a Scottsdale city road to keep it clean -- thanks to the inspiration of a driving litterbug and his pitch of Starbucks cup out his window. (See post entitled 'Total Garbage' for the whole story) And as most expectant parents waiting to hear back from the adoption agency, I've been anxious to know what is in store for me. And now I know: Five -Foot Nothin' is now the very proud parent of a mile of Scottsdale roadway. I have just learned that we are the official sponsors of Scottsdale Road from Cactus to Thunderbird. Signs have been ordered and will be erected near both Cactus Road and Thunderbird Road in a few weeks. In the meantime, consider this posting the 'birth announcement'. And now it's time to get busy -- Starting with recruiting. I'm looking for a Dirty Dozen to get out there with me and keep our city a place of pride. Yes -- That means picking up trash. I'll bring the gloves and Hefty bags. Yes -- That means you may get a little dirty. Look on the bright side: This is one of the few ways you can get a little dirty in public with a bunch of other people and not get in trouble. Yes -- That means you may sweat some. Just imagine how good the libations will taste after that, though. Yes -- I just said 'libations'. Are you kidding me? Did you seriously think I'd put this together and not arrange an after-glow party? Yes -- I just said 'party'. And I'm envisioning a swimming pool as part of the experience for our first outing... For those of you who know me, you already know I'm serious about community service. For those of you who know me well, you know I that I take creating experiences and having fun while I work even more seriously. For those who I have not yet met, come join us and find out for yourself how good a couple hours of community service can feel along side of some energetic, positive people that love to play. Interested in being part of the Five-Foot Nothin' Dirty Dozen? Great. Email me at: [email protected] with your contact information. See you on the roadside soon... 353 more adventures and stories to go in the quest. If you like... Continue reading
Posted Jun 21, 2010 at Five-Foot Nothin'
June 20th - (Representing May 12th) and Day 11 of the quest. (If this is your first time reading Five-Foot Nothin', read post 'Blowing It' for quest explanation). Parents: A touchy topic for many and a subject that is often considered 'too personal' to openly discuss. That is usually the rule. And I've never been very good with rules, so here we go... Some people are blessed with a relationship with their father that is close, comfortable and filled with mutual admiration. Others, have a strained-at-best relationship with their dads -- filled with unspoken tension and issues large and small that might never see the daylight of discussion. And then there are the truly unfortunate ones -- With fathers who were hurtful, destructive or never bothered to show up in the lives of their children or the mothers left to raise them. Biologically, those men are still fathers -- And it is my sincere hope that if the latter is your circumstance, you find peace and resolve with your father while you two still have breath. But today, I want to focus on the men who deserve the title of 'Daddy'. The honorable men who have truly given their lives to the children in their lives. These men may or may not be the biological father of the children they love and care for, but they are one of the greatest unsung heroes those children will ever have the unspeakable privilege of knowing. It is these men that deserve our praise today...Along with the women in their lives who honor them and the children who love them. I wrote this a year ago, and today, send it out to 30 fine men who I believe, for one reason or another, might be blessed by the message. Whatever your circumstance, I hope you have the chance to bless a father today with your words of encouragement. They deserve and need our help, honor and praise -- From all of us -- Their children, parents, wives, girlfriends, friends, co-workers and squash buddies. Really. Everyone. It's a tough job, but a priceless one. And their children -- And the world they inherit depends on it. Daddy To be a father Requires a child To innocently rely on strong hands That reach for all you want, all you need Until your own fingers can grasp your heart's cry A child to crawl, to walk And run into his open arms Until the day you choose to run far past him And fall into his arms once again upon running back It requires a man to discipline you Resent his authority over you Take your mind’s blame for all the wrong in your life Until you take responsibility for your own actions And he forgives you A man willing to fall short in his ambitions To see yours stretch without limitations Until the time his perception of success is redefined And regret is released into greater joy It requires a woman To love the extraordinary... Continue reading
Posted Jun 20, 2010 at Five-Foot Nothin'
May 12th and Day 10 of the quest. (If this is your first time reading Five-Foot Nothin', read post 'Blowing It' for quest explanation). By the way, for those of you faithful FFN readers, I know -- You haven't had anything to read lately. My apologies. Life happens -- Sometimes in no small way -- And forces you to make choices. In this case, my choices were to: Take the time to physically continue with the quest every day, or... Write about the quest every day and sacrifice performing something new daily. As passionate about words as I am, I will tell you with no apology how much more of a fan I am of action. It is so much more important to DO SOMETHING NOW...and write about it later. So, I chose #1: To stay true to the purpose of the quest, and perform action every day. And yes, I am grossly behind in reporting about it. And as long as I am begging for forgiveness, please forgive me in advance that my reportings will not necessarily be listed in the order they were performed. I can assure you, that they are all authentic with the sincere motivations and responses stated. Without further delay...Back to Day 10 of the quest: In teaching seminars on Guest Service, I've become known for a phrase I've likely uttered hundreds of times: "If they want it, it might as well be oxygen." As human beings, we often look at each other with judgment about what people 'need' -- What they 'need' to do, what they 'need' to say...what their family or relationship or career really 'needs' to succeed, etc. However, when it comes to evaluating our own 'needs', we have a lot of difficulty deciphering 'need' from 'want'. Our emotions, our desires, our undeniably tendencies for selfishness as human beings redefines what we 'want' and could certainly live without, into a 'need' that we are all experts at convincing ourselves we must have to continue breathing properly. The line between real 'need' and actual 'want' is so blurred in our society...Most cannot truly distinguish the two in a moment of truth: Where you spend your cash. Really. Our society, despite the economy, is still sitting fatter and happier than most in the world. And that's the truth. And we all have more to give than we are willing to admit. People have lots of 'reasons' why they are not currently giving. And most excuses are centered around the idea that they will give 'someday'...'Someday' when they feel they have what they 'need'...when they can then 'comfortably give'. That makes no sense to me. We are human beings -- Giving is never comfortable -- it's against our nature. It will always feel uncomfortable to give something away. And who said it had to be a lot? And who said it had to be money? And do people really believe that someone else's suffering, or life-threatening predicament or illness will wait until we are comfortable?... Continue reading
Posted Jun 19, 2010 at Five-Foot Nothin'
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Jun 7, 2010
May 11th and Day 9 of the quest. (If this is your first time reading Five-Foot Nothin', read post 'Blowing It' for quest explanation). If you are a regular FFN reader, then you know that on May 10th I committed to writing a cookbook with proceeds going to The Arizona Partnership to End Childhood Hunger. If not -- Well, now you are up to speed on today's adventure. I woke up today and had a panic attack. A cookbook? Did I seriously just promise I'd write a cookbook in the next couple months? The tough questions began stabbing my brain: What is the theme of this book? What type of recipes? How many recipes? How much is it going to cost to produce the book? Who's going to publish it? How many copies should I print? How will I sell it? What about pictures? And then I remembered something I once told a good friend of mine from Tennessee: "As soon as I get the vision for my project, I'm in over my head." Truer words, I have never spoken. My ability to think big has never matched my stature. And I have never let the fact that my big ideas are more than I can handle. stop me. That where all of my smart friends and colleagues have always come in. Collaboration is always the way to go to really get things done -- And done well. I'll take all the brains I can borrow and enjoy learning from experts who are much smarter in a particular area than I am. But in order to get help, you have to have a clear enough vision to know what you are asking for -- A clear and defined of your intention and what your ideal is like. I needed to slow down -- To take a step back and think what it was I really wanted to accomplish. Well, that was simple: To preserve the health and welfare of children by ensuring they are never without good food. Eureka! That was it. It would not be enough to simply raise money to buy food for hungry children. It is essential that the food in their stomachs is truly nourishing -- without harmful artificial toxins or pesticides. And...As long as we are feeding the children the best foods, why not 'feed' their local community by highlighting the importance of buying locally grown and produced foods? There was no doubt in my mind. The cookbook would be themed around the Slow Food Movement. In case you are not familiar: Slow Food is an international movement founded by Carlo Petrinicuisine in 1986. It strives to preserve traditional and regional and promotes farming of plants, seeds and livestock characteristics of the local ecosystem. The Slow Food movement incorporates a series of objectives within its mission, including: forming and sustaining seed banks to preserve heirloom varieties in cooperation with local food systems developing an "Ark for Taste" for each ecoregion, where local culinary traditions and... Continue reading
Posted May 26, 2010 at Five-Foot Nothin'
May 10th and Day 7 of the quest. (If this is your first time reading Five-Foot Nothin', read post 'Blowing It' for quest explanation). I'm at dinner at a local neighborhood restaurant when my daughter helps herself to my plate of spaghetti and meatballs. She bites, chews and makes her disappointment clear with both her face and comments. "Not very good," she says. Although certainly not a compliment to the dining establishment, it was a great tribute to her mother --She loves my cooking. As I retold the story to a friend later that evening, their response was: "Of course she liked yours better. Your cooking rocks. You need to put that on your Bucket List: Write a Cookbook. It'll be an insurance policy -- We'll all be sure to keep eating your awesome food...Even if you don't stick around the planet to cook it." How thoughtful -- I think. For the record, I am no chef. It is true that I am the daughter of a culinarian and have spent my entire career working with great chefs from all over the world. I adore cooking -- and moreso, eating -- and I'll admit that cooking is one of the ways I express affection to those I love. But I don't pretend to be the next Julia Child. (impossible at my height, anyway...) And it is also true that I've never taken the time to write any of my recipes down. Mostly because I don't measure much -- if at all. And I live very much in the moment. Who has time to stop the creative process and record everything, right? And besides -- What would the point be? Why should I? What difference would it make if I did? I am not so vain to think my edible creations could change the world. Or could they? Food is around to nourish a human being -- plain and simple. Both body -- and if executed correctly -- as well as spirit, are fed with a good meal. But not everyone has that experience with food -- especially those who have it in scarce supply. That got me thinking. While adults can take responsibility for their food choices and purchases, children are reliant on the decisions of grown-ups for their nourishment. And not all parents have the financial ability to give their child the nutrition their growing bodies deserve. That is when it becomes the responsibility of the community around these children to step in and help. Even though I may not act like it all the time, I am a grown-up. Which means there are children in my community counting on me to make good decisions on their behalf. I went home and did a little research. Here are some startling facts regarding children in Arizona and their food supply: One in five children are living in food insecure households. They are either hungry or their household is close to running out of food. For children to have consistent access... Continue reading
Posted May 23, 2010 at Five-Foot Nothin'
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May 21, 2010
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May 21, 2010
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May 21, 2010
Hello, Len - What an amazing story. I cannot express how much I appreciate you taking the time to type it out for all of us. It's remarkable how a singular moment can be preserved with such integrity and released with the thought of one symbol. Thank you again for the incredible story...I am sure you made your brother smile with you from a better place as you wrote it. Cheers, -D-
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Sunday, May 9th and Day 6 of the quest. (If this is your first time reading Five-Foot Nothin', read post 'Blowing It' for quest details) It's Mother's Day and I'm looking forward to an indulgent brunch with my kids at Ocean Prime. An experience prompted by my son, Brendan's suggestion (his current place of employment) and lured by the promise of blueberry stuffed French toast and lobster Benedicts -- I had much to anticipate. Above the enjoyment of great food, it was touching that my son wished to treat his Mom at 'his place' -- Very cool. It is wonderful to catch a glimpse of your children's world outside Without question, my favorite part of visiting my son's work is observing how his managers and co-workers respond to him. Watching their genuine positive reaction to his presence, I can see that he is truly an important and enjoyable part of the team. That means a lot to me and makes me incredibly proud. And then there have been the wonderful moments when his managers have gone out of their way to sincerely tell me how terrific my son is -- How much Brendan adds to the team and what a fine young man he is. Well, it doesn't get any better than that. That got me thinking...Besides the cards and tender words from my children, the best Mother's Day gift a woman could get is to hear from someone else -- without solicitation or gain -- what wonderful people her children have grown to be. After all, that is the whole point to motherhood: Having the privilege and responsibility of helping a little person come into the world and lovingly preparing them to live out their own purpose in the world outside of yours. And so, after a decadent brunch with my children filled with blood orange mimosas and handcrafted gifts (beautiful), I spent a few moments alone and sat down to write a card for another mother. A mother I have never met. She is a mother in Alabama who raised three sons. Three extraordinary sons that grew to be real men. And a couple of those men have forever changed my life for the better. I met these brothers last year out of complete chance (if you believe in such a thing as 'chance'). Not long after we met, I learned these brothers were coming to the aid of a family desperately trying to solve a life crisis. They opened up not only their hearts, but their home and all other generosities to their friend in need, their entire family and traveling friends. It was a beautiful gift to the family that few would ever entertain, let alone commit to doing for an extended period of time. Although I appreciated their character before, I was quickly educated how truly special these men were. It was beautiful but painful, inspiring but humbling and a true honor to watch their story unfold and know with all certainty, how irreplaceable... Continue reading
Posted May 20, 2010 at Five-Foot Nothin'
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May 20, 2010
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May 20, 2010
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May 17, 2010
Saturday, May 8th and Day 4 of of the quest. It's my daughter, Francesca's 14th birthday. And while formal plans for a proper celebration would not be on that day due to scheduling conflicts of family members, the day -- in my mind -- is clearly hers. I am not the mother that regales her child every year about the details of their birth. Unlike movie stereotypes, I do not annually recount the moment I went into labor, how many pushes it took to bring her into the world, etc. Not that I do not remember all the graphic details vividly, it is simply that I wish to focus on one particular moment about the birth of my children: The moment I met them face to face and was unspeakably overjoyed. That is the moment I celebrate every year on their birthdays. And every year there is more to celebrate. Because they are so much more. More than I could have ever imagined. Being a kid is tough business. All of the expectations...From teachers, parents, siblings, coaches, etc. And being 14 is really rough. I mean, it is "How did I ever live through it?" really, brutally rough.Now come all of the expectations of your peers. Are you cool enough? Are you 'too cool'? And then there are your 'friends'. Or at least the people who used to be until they decided that you are no longer 'friend material'. And beyond the friend realm, you have to wonder, "Am I girlfriend/boyfriend material?" (Although I firmly believe 14 is too young to date). Practically everything you are doing at that age, you are doing for the first time. Which also means the probability of you messing up is pretty high. And since your 14 year old peers have an underdeveloped sense of compassion at that age, there are plenty of people around to point out all of your short-comings. No question about it: When you are 14, you have it rough. I watched my daughter put a lot of pressure on herself that day not to let anybody down. And while there were certainly gifts planned for her, I realized there was one gift I desperately needed to give her. As parents, it is our job to set clear and firm expectations for our children so they don't run around terrorizing the planet. We do it because we care, and we want them to grow up with every skill necessary to live a long, healthy and happy life. But the fact of the matter is, that most kids hear too much about the expectation - specifically where they fall short - and not nearly enough about how they have exceeded our expectations. How much more they are than we could have imagined on the day they were born. And so, my birthday wish for Francesca is for her to know she is MORE...more than I hoped for in many ways, and...if she's anything like how most of us were at 14,... Continue reading
Posted May 17, 2010 at Five-Foot Nothin'
Friday, May 7th and Day 4 of the quest. A tough day at the office. Actually that's not quite right. It was fantastic day at 'the office'. However, a really long week of driving hard and keeping your chin up can get tiring. And no matter how well you can cow-girl up when it counts, you are going melt down -- at least a little bit -- in front of those you love. (unless you have serious repressive tendencies...but that's a whole other blog...) The funny thing about blowing off emotional energy is that you know the world is not ending. Your brain knows that the Earth will continue to keep spinning and whatever angst you are experiencing at the moment is not be capable of catapulting you out of the stratosphere -- It only feels that way sometimes. The strange thing about pain -- all sorts of it -- is that most of it is not life-threatening. The majority of times your heart aches is not due to a coronary. There is no major surgery required to sustain your life.Yet can ache as if shattered...for a little while... or until a mild application of tenderness is applied by someone else. It is incredible what a well-chosen word at the right moment can do to repair an aching heart. Greater still, is how utterly remarkable the perfect, unexpected gesture of kindness -- delivered without hesitation in the moment -- can completely transform a moment and mend an injured spirit. Yes. I was upset that day. My heart hurt. So I decided to apply some retail therapy to my wounded soul and found myself wandering around at an outdoor mall. I walked around -- window shopping only -- and began to tear up. And of course, my nose started to run. I remember wishing, "My kingdom for a tissue," when I noticed a little girl, perhaps 4 years old, had tripped, fallen and broken out in tears herself. It didn't appear that she was bleeding or otherwise seriously injured, but it was clear her heart hurt in addition to her knee. Across the way was a children's clothing boutique. And in the window was a small, stuffed animal puppy. I quickly purchased it and stepped over to the still weeping girl's mother and asked permission to offer her daughter the toy to cheer her up. The mother gave me a look of gratitude and her authorization. I knelt down and explained to the girl that the puppy needed a friend and asked if she thought she could take care of him for me. The little girl quickly drew the stuffed pet to her chest and her sobs began to subside. And my heart began to feel better, too. How fortunate that the children's store was right there. But what if it wasn't? I would have felt helpless. And what about the handful of keen people that walked past me? Did one of them wish they had a Kleenex in their... Continue reading
Posted May 12, 2010 at Five-Foot Nothin'
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May 12, 2010
Thursday, May 6th and Day 3 of the quest: Another day, another trip to the grocery store. An old friend of mine is coming over for dinner and I've got but minutes to pull all the ingredients together and get home. In a perfect world, I'd have a detailed, well-crafted list of ingredients. But the world is a little less than perfect and I am certainly no where near perfection. Instead, I wandered around Whole Foods, with no list and no time for a second trip should I not remember every little thing needed. White balsamic vinegar? Check? Meyer lemon? Check. Vino? Well, there was no chance of me forgetting the wine, but that's not the point. On my way to the wine cellar, I passed by the cheese and gourmet meats station. And while I needed nothing that resembled either fromage or charcuterie, I took a direct path to the front of the service counter. Why? Because of what I was thinking. When I first arrived at the store, I noticed one of the sales associates named Tripp was just returning from his break. And while I believe that particular store has some of the best customer service associates of any, I couldn't help but think to myself, "Oh good...Tripp is here. He always makes it fun to stop at the gourmet deli section. I wonder if they've got anything new. I should ask Tripp - He's great to talk to and really takes the time to handle all of my questions. It's associates like him that make shopping here such a nice experience." And guess what? Nobody cares what I think. Nobody at all. Because simply thinking a nice thought about someone else and keeping it all to yourself is the biggest useless secret you could ever pointlessly hang onto. I thought about how many times I had marvelous thoughts about someone in my mind and never said it out loud. What a waste. I then considered that most people probably do the same thing - keep the positive comments, compliments and polite gratitudes to themselves. What a ridiculous practice. It's like: Buying someone the perfect Christmas present and rather than giving it to them, throwing it away Meeting the person you are sure is the love of your life and never speaking to them Solving world hunger...And telling no one. (courtesy the movie: The Grinch) Pointless. Thinking a wonderful thought about someone and keeping it to yourself is completely useless. Who cares what you think if no one knows about it? Who cares what you think if you don't do anything with your thought...Such as telling them? I thought about all the times I appreciated someone and carelessly kept it to myself. How many times had that happened? How many times could I have let someone know what a great job they were doing...or how much talent they had for what they do...Or simply, how nice it is to be around them? What a waste. Well, not... Continue reading
Posted May 9, 2010 at Five-Foot Nothin'
Day 2 of the quest and I've already succumbed to my need to demonstrate my imperfections. My story from May 6th did not post. That would have required saving it properly. I failed to meet that requlrement and lost it instead of posting it. Brilliant. My apologies. The quest continues. I will double up my postings over the weekend and get the stories back on track. Wednesday, May 5th: Today I discovered if necessity is the mother of invention, than frustration is its large, over-bearing aunt. A very challenging day filled with people behaving badly (in my opinion), I found my frustration level rising on a number of issues big and small--And all situations I had zero immediate control over their actions. An emotional response continue to well up inside of me as I repeatedly thought: "They don't have to do that. Why don't they just..." And that's when I caught myself. I was using the four-letter J-word: 'just'. Plus, there was nothing useful in that thought at all. In fact, it was total garbage. The word 'just' is a bad, four-letter word. It diminishes everything around it or adds unhelpful judgment. A funny thing -- Every time I say the word 'just', I find I need to repair my thinking to something more useful. Every time. Nobody 'has to' do anything. No matter how much someone should do something, no matter who else it affects --The reality is that nobody has to do nothin' -- Their life and in one way or another, the lives of those around them is created by what they choose. 'They' means someone is separate from you. Nothing wrong with that, except when it comes to the fact that we share one world. Everybody in the some busy messing something up for everyone else. -- Present company included. It's everyone's responsibility to help clean up the mess -- No matter who created it. I'm driving along a Scottsdale street surrounded by beautiful, untouched Sonoran Desert landscape. The car right in front of me, at 55 miles per hour, rolls down his window and tosses his Starbucks cup onto the shoulder of the road. Are you kidding me? Thoughts of direct responses ran through my head: Tell 'Mr. I'm too busy and important to take 5 seconds and dispose of my trash responsibly' what I thought about his actions Force him off the road and make him go back and pick it up Call his mother That did it. I was super frustrated. And then I realized, "If I can't control what someone just did, I can control what I do next." Eureka! Thanks to my frustration, I knew what I had to do -- Get rid of the garbage. I am now the proud expectant parent of a Scottsdale road -- a least a 2 mile stretch of a road for 2 years. I have applied to the Adopt-A-Road program. If you are not familiar, the program, here's the basic idea:Adopt-a-Road program... Continue reading
Posted May 7, 2010 at Five-Foot Nothin'
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May 6, 2010
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May 5, 2010
Day 1 of the quest and Real Life rears its ugly head to combat me. Real Life taunted me all day long. Nagging me every minute about work, phone calls, emails...the kids, the dry cleaning...and chiding that gas and groceries are essential for suburban survival. Real Life droned on, "Just get through what you have to do...then you can think about the rest." You know, Real Life can be a complete, ignorant jerk. What Real Life was telling me was absolutely false. Yes, things have to get done. And get done well. Family, work and life-sustaining biological needs will not wait. But the approach that we often hear Real Life whispering in our ear is tainted with ridiculously dangerous...well, hooey. Here's what's wrong with what Real Life was saying: 'Just' is a four-letter word. It dangerously diminishes everything. Period. 'Get through'...What sort of wonderful ever came from 'just getting through'? Thinking about 'the rest' after 'just getting through'. Seriously? Are we honestly supposed to reserve living at our best for the spare moments after we've successfully achieved mediocrity? Absolute nonsense. Yet if you look around, isn't that what most people are conditioned to think? Extraordinary, the pursuit of it, and sadder yet-- the belief that it will be a part of one's life on any given day, is often viewed with the same likely odds as winning the lottery. And so the mission for Day 1 became clear: Rescue Extraordinary. Responsibility wouldn't wait. So, I bought 10 lottery tickets and carried them in my purse while Real Life tried to shove me around all day. And as I completed my tasks, I would occasionally pull one out of my stash and give it to a perfect stranger who was at work, helping me with mine. At the gas station, at the drug store and at the grocery store. The results were amazing. 100% never asked my name. Good. That's exactly the way I wanted it. Who I am is not important....this was a true gift for them...absolutely no strings attached. 100% of their eyes widened. When extraordinary happens, you open your eyes wider to capture more. Very Cool 80% of their postures straightened significantly. I always like to see people feeling good and standing tall. 80% responded: "For ME?" or "Really?" They couldn't believe it was truly for them. 70% of the color in their faces increased. Blushing? Maybe a couple. But a sure sign that blood is pumping a little faster. Vitality is good. 50% thanked me 3 times. You know someone really means something when they repeat the idea 3 times in 90 seconds. 10% went completely speechless and had to get bailed out by their co-worker for a response at first. Priceless. The daily grind. Most are in it...and can't wait to get out of it. Social Media is filled with groans of: "Is it Friday yet," like a school child watching the hands of a clock. And when the 'five-o-clock whistle' finally blows, they turn to... Continue reading
Posted May 5, 2010 at Five-Foot Nothin'
Dolores McKay is now following Scott Wishner
May 4, 2010