If you missed out on National Hugging Day (21st January 2007) then mark this Friday in your diary as it’s National Kissing Day.
Do you remember your first kiss?
Mine was with Jacqueline Talyor. We were in love, we were both 9yrs old.
We arranged to meet at the local park on a Saturday morning. All week I
practiced “my kiss”, I practised on my arm, my pillow and even on one
of those polystyrene “heads” in the hairdressers shop until I was noticed
and got thrown out!
The big day arrived, my heart pounded so hard I was sure it was coming out of
my chest just like in the cartoons. I stood waiting at the agreed meeting point –
at the top of a large grassed bank. Would she come? Would she chicken out?
Would I actually go through my whole life without a kiss?
I was ready … I waited and waited. I strained to see if she was coming.
There was no sign of her. I spent the whole time breathing into my hands to see if there was still the smell of “minty freshness” on my breath as I reached in my pockets for yet another Polo to do the trick.
It’s worth mentioned at this point that putting hands into this small boys pockets was a dangerous thing. I used collect all sorts of “treasure” in them. On this occasion the wrapper had come off the Polo’s so I had to pick the fluff off them first.
Then I saw her! She ran up the grass bank to meet me. My heart was really pounding as she hit me on the arm and said “Tick, you’re on”. We chased each other and giggled loudly.
Now, a rugby tackle may not have been the most romantic way to stop her in her tracks, but it was effective. As we lay on the grass together we covered our heads with our coats and rolled down the bank together. As we came to a stop, our eyes met, the giggles were replaced with smiles in our eyes and then that major decision point was reached. Do I tilt my head to the left of the right? To be honest, I can’t remember which I decided on – I just remember that first kiss!
KISS is often remembered as the acronym for “Keep It Simple Stupid”. Here’s why I have shared that story. Below is a quote worth reading a few times:
“Formulate and indelibly stamp on your mind a mental picture of yourself as succeeding. Hold this picture tenaciously. Never permit it to fade – and your mind will seek to develop the picture.” (Norman Vincent Peale)
But let’s keep it simple… List your top three favourite things about you
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Now, every time you look in a mirror over the next few days, look at yourself and say these 3 statements aloud. After all if you don’t feel good about you why should you expect customers and clients to?
Why not be at peace with yourself first? But if you don’t want that, there's always the alternative …Wednesday 26 December is not only Boxing Day, it’s also been designated “National Whiner’s Day" …. Anyone for a “cheese and whine” party?
Finally, I could resist sharing this story I received yesterday from a friend in the States. For those who consider themselves as trainers or teachers ….
Lipstick in School
According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington recently was faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.
Every night, the maintenance man would remove them and the next day, the girls would put them back. Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man.
She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required.
He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it.... Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY..... There are teachers, and then there are Educators.
Until next time,
The PeaceMan
