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		<title>Grandma&#8217;s Gift</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 21:04:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My grandmother got it. She understood the power of listening. She would always sit and focus attentively when I came to see her. She didn’t tell me how to fix things, or what I should, or shouldn’t do; she just sat quietly as I talked. I was in college, discovering a new world of friends, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=timhast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7994300&amp;post=197&amp;subd=timhast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3><em><strong>My grandmother got it.</strong></em></h3>
<p>She understood the power of listening.</p>
<p>She would always sit and focus attentively when I came to see her. She didn’t tell me how to fix things, or what I should, or shouldn’t do; she just sat quietly as I talked.</p>
<p>I was in college, discovering a new world of friends, facts, and the fraternity of scholars. I was infatuated with the new, the modern, and thinking on the edge. I was in the process of throwing “old school” out the window.</p>
<p>In spite of my forward thinking and sophistication, every week or so, I needed to re-anchor myself in <em>my world</em>, the real world.  I did that by driving 20 miles to her “shop,” the family plumbing business that she continued to run into her late 70’s.  She’d see me coming in the front door.  As I made my way through the Kelvinator appliances and Sherwin-Williams paint display and back to her office, we would meet half way and sit in her conversation area, a place that looked a lot like home; with sofa, comfortable chairs and coffee table. She would beckon me to sit, and talk; and I did. She would smile expectantly as she listed to me recount my hopes, my dreams, and my ambitions.</p>
<p>My grandmother has been gone for thirty years. But my memory of her, and to some extent, her presence, lingers on. When I struggle with life, or some difficult problem, I often find myself, in my mind, having one of our conversations; sitting, talking, and sensing, that somehow, she knew it would all turn out just fine.</p>
<p>The gift she gave was her willingness to listen. She gave me the will to get back up, dust myself off, and never give up. By her actions she instilled in me a belief that no matter how bad it got, no matter how difficult the problem, it will get solved, and things will, one way or another, turn out all right.</p>
<p>This is what we do for those that we take the time to hear, and understand.</p>
<h4><strong>That’s the gift of listening!</strong></h4>
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		<title>Taming A Wild Cat (Building Customer Trust Part II)</title>
		<link>http://timhast.wordpress.com/2011/05/25/taming-a-wild-cat-building-customer-trust-part-ii/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 May 2011 00:16:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[High Anxiety With a confusing array of choices, change happening at an alarming rate, information overload, and being pressed for time;  all fueling the anxiety and distrust level of the average customer, how do you build trust in a wary world? With the cards stacked against you from the start, what chance to you have [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=timhast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7994300&amp;post=184&amp;subd=timhast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<h1>High Anxiety</h1>
<p>With a confusing array of choices, change happening at an alarming rate, information overload, and being pressed for time;  all fueling the anxiety and distrust level of the average customer, how do you build trust in a wary world?</p>
<p>With the cards stacked against you from the start, what chance to you have to win a customer’s trust?</p>
<h1>Taming The Wild Cat</h1>
<p>My son Daniel is a missionary to cats.  He loves them and has always had one around.  He discovered a very wild and stray cat living in the storage shed next to his house. At first if one just <em>looked</em> at that cat it would bolt. You really couldn’t see it, just the gray streak and a dust cloud as it vanished from sight.</p>
<p>Over time, Daniel was able to win that wild cat’s confidence and eventually domesticated her.  He named her <em>Kitty.</em> She’s beautiful. She’s become an indoor cat for the most part exception for the occasional night outdoors to satisfy her craving for fresh vermin.</p>
<h1>Care, Caution, and Consistency</h1>
<p>How did he win her over? Simple.</p>
<p><strong>He <em><span style="text-decoration:underline;">cared</span></em> about the cat.</strong></p>
<p>He thought about <em>her</em> needs and what <em>she</em> would want: (safety, food, a warm place to sleep, humans to own and dominate.)</p>
<p><strong>He was <em><span style="text-decoration:underline;">cautious</span></em>.</strong></p>
<p>He didn’t overwhelm the cat or rush her to get used to humans.  He moved slowly, and gradually moved closer to her without spooking her.  He always held his hands where she could see them and be sure they weren’t a threat.  He spoke softly and his motions were smooth and non-threatening.</p>
<p><strong>Finally, he was <em><span style="text-decoration:underline;">consistent</span></em>.</strong></p>
<p>He did the same thing every day, without changing the routine. The way he approached her varied little, what he said varied even less.  His actions were consistent.</p>
<p>While this might seem simplistic, it is no more so than putting the big rocks in your jar first, or that men and women are from different planets. <em>Taming a wild kitty</em> is the perfect metaphor for building customer trust and taking care of them.</p>
<h1><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">What does <em>Care</em> look like?</span></strong></h1>
<p>If we apply the parable <em>of the taming of Kitty</em> to building customer trust, what would it look like to care for our customers?  First of all, it must be <em>real</em> care and not just faked caring.  People, like cats, see through that pretty fast. Caring means being focused on their needs, their fears, and their preoccupations: the things that make them wary.</p>
<p>How do you find out that stuff? Just listen! The first step of building customer trust is by caring. The first step of caring is listening to their needs. Anyone can listen. But the kind of listening that says “I care” is a deep, intentional, focused listening. It doesn’t require a license or a degree, just a willingness to focus on, and care about the well-being of the other person.</p>
<h1><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">What does <em>Caution</em> look like?</span></strong></h1>
<p>Caution means not getting too close too soon. It means not stepping over a boundary that needs to be there.  It means knowing what might trigger wariness in your customer and being careful not to make any fast or threatening moves that would spook them. I avoid certain types of purchases just because I don’t want to run the gauntlet of over-friendly sales staff that want to get too chummy as soon as I walk through the door.</p>
<h1><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">What does <em>Consistency</em> look like?</span></strong></h1>
<p>Once you are clear on the person&#8217;s needs and make a promise to deliver something, be sure to fulfill that commitment on time, every time. Follow the lead of Howard Schultz, chairman of Starbucks. He says in his book <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Pour Your Heart Into It</span>: &#8220;Every step of the way, I made a point to under promise and over deliver. In the long run, that&#8217;s the only way to ensure security in any job.&#8221; Consistency is just doing the same good thing over and over.</p>
<p><em><strong>Choices, change, information, and time constraints are beyond our control.</strong></em></p>
<p>We can, however, reduce their impact by consistently exercising care to soothe the wariness in others that is a part of our world. The mind is designed to hone in on threats.  Once a threat is experienced, the brain takes a picture of all the stuff connected with that threat, so that the next time any of those same elements are present the mind goes into a state of high alert. The same thing happens even in the absence of the threat. You’re not the threat, but something that you do or say might trigger the threat. By using care, caution, and constancy you’re retraining someone’s mind not to be wary around you.  You’re teaching their neurons you can be trusted.</p>
<h1><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Trust =</span></h1>
<p><em>You can be in a  vulnerable position because I will behave in a positive way. Yes you could get hurt in a situation like this, and you don’t have any control over whether or not I will do the right thing, yet you can trust me.</em></p>
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		<title>&#8220;I&#8217;ll Hold The Ball, Charlie Brown&#8221; (Customers trust Part I)</title>
		<link>http://timhast.wordpress.com/2011/05/20/ill-hold-the-ball-charlie-brown-do-your-customers-trust-you/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2011 20:10:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I think about trust Charlie Brown comes to mind. Lucy always insists on holding the football for him to kick. He chooses to trust her; all the while suspicious that she will jerk the ball away at the last moment causing him to fall flat on his back. Never disappointing him, she does exactly [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=timhast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7994300&amp;post=171&amp;subd=timhast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I think about trust Charlie Brown comes to mind. Lucy always insists on holding the football for him to kick.</p>
<p>He chooses to trust her; all the while suspicious that she will jerk the ball away at the last moment causing him to fall flat on his back. Never disappointing him, she does exactly that, consistently betraying his trust.</p>
<p>What exactly is trust?</p>
<p>It is the extent to which I am willing to put myself in a vulnerable position under particular circumstances. It is my having confidence that you will behave in a positive way fully aware that I could be hurt if you don’t, while knowing that I have no control over how you behave.</p>
<p>I trust you to do the right thing.</p>
<p>I trust you to hold the football while I punt.</p>
<p>Emile Balzac said back in 1799, You don’t have to like your banker, you just have to trust him. I beg to differ. My grandmother ran a plumbing shop for many years. She always chuckled when she said, “you’ve got to do business with your friends, because your enemies sure won’t do business with you.” Friends are the people we trust. We do business with those we trust.</p>
<p>An enduring business relationship is always built on trust, and to some degree, on friendship</p>
<p>Trust is in short supply these days.</p>
<p>The fall of Enron and the scandals that rocked big financial institutions over the past few years have impacted our ability to trust. People are more wary than they have been since the Vietnam War era, and before that, the Great Depression. But social psychologists hypothesize that there is another factor that creates distrust in people.</p>
<p>Researchers believe that apart from these scandals, wariness, and scarcity of trust in the marketplace are signs of the times or the malaise of the new millennium. Apart from past scandals There are four sociological reasons why people are wary. They are the overabundance of choices, the accelerated rate of change, information overload, and time constrains.</p>
<p><strong>1. Overabundance of choices (Overwhelming Choices)</strong><br />
There are just too many things for people to choose from, so many choices that people “freeze.”  Remember hearing that Henry Ford said, “you can have a car in any color you like, as long as it’s black”? Now you can get all kinds of features on your car, your pizza, your phone, and your coffee. The flooding, the overloading of our senses by so many choices, makes us anxious and wary. It’s as if, “<em>I can’t choose, there is just too much, so I give up!”</em></p>
<p><strong>2. Change Happens Quickly (Change Fatigue)</strong><br />
Life is changing at such a dizzying rate that we are constantly having to learn new things just to stay up with technology – Look at the top of your web browser. A few months ago little symbols started popping up. I recognize the one for <em>Facebook</em>, but there are others. A blue and black box for<em> Delicious</em>, a line of little block figures for <em>Myspace</em>, An SU for <em>Stumbled</em> <em>upon</em>, a T for, well I know what that one’s for: <em>Twitter</em><em></em><em></em>. I can barely do Facebook, and now I have all these other things to learn. I’m overwhelmed.</p>
<p><strong>3. Too much information (Information Overload)</strong><br />
Another thing that makes us wary is the flood of information about all that we might consider purchasing. You can google a product or a company and find the good, bad, the ugly, and sometimes just pulp fiction. Can you ever know too much? Don’t ask about that sushi, or think too much about that veal parmigiana. You don’t want to know too much about the other people who slept in that hotel room the night before you did… sometimes too much information is just downright disturbing. They got Bin Laden, and that’s enough, I don’t need to see the pictures. Yet we have it, all that extraneous information and it overwhelms us. There’s a point at which you have all the information you need about a product. Going beyond that begins to numb the mind and confuse the issue. Our brains can’t keep track of it all. We back off, get anxious, wary and distrustful.</p>
<p><strong>4. Time Constraints (Hurry up, my schedule is full)</strong><br />
We live in a rushed world of fast food and full schedules. Our time is parceled into teeny tiny slivers with nothing to spare. A friend told me recently he learned a lesson long ago, leave the margins of his life uncluttered and open, and not to schedule every minute of every day on his calendar. He began scheduling meetings with himself and discovered he really liked those meetings. From there he determined not to schedule in the margins of his life. Our margins, and all the lines in our schedule are crammed full of stuff. Having every minute of our lives filled with busyness makes our anxiety level go through the roof. Anxiety makes us wary. Trust is the casualty of our wariness.</p>
<p>So even if you&#8217;re doing everything right to earn trust in the marketplace the cards are stacked against you.  Don&#8217;t despair, there is something you can do.  I call it <em><strong>Taming The Wild Cat&#8230;.  </strong></em></p>
<p>Look for more&#8230; see you soon!</p>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t Write In The Margins!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2011 18:21:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Your schedule is full. Your calendar is packed with stuff. Notes, details, and footnotes cover every inch of the page. It’s one of those crazy-making days where when it rains it pours. Projects blur into other projects. Unexpected phone calls interrupt your thinking. Little fires get you off task. By six that evening you’re frazzled [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=timhast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7994300&amp;post=168&amp;subd=timhast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your schedule is full. Your calendar is packed with stuff. Notes, details, and footnotes cover every inch of the page. It’s one of those crazy-making days where <em>when it rains it pours</em>. Projects blur into other projects. Unexpected phone calls interrupt your thinking. Little fires get you off task. By six that evening you’re frazzled and you still have stuff to do to prepare for tomorrow. You’re one step in front of the steamroller; If you stumble you’re a goner. On a day like this, being a hermit in the Ozarks doesn’t sound so bad.</p>
<p>I was having coffee with an associate. A mutual friend stopped by our booth to chat. We talked about how getting too busy messes up our priorities, blinds us to the important things and can very quickly screw up our lives. The friend said that twenty years ago he learned <em>not</em> to write in the margins of life. He went on to tell us how he leaves gaps in his schedule, careful not to fill up every moment of the day with activities. He laughed as he confessed he even schedules meetings with <em>himself</em>. He discovered that he really liked those meetings and got a lot done. In parting, he said by not writing in the margins of life he has time to stop and speak to folks who need to talk in that moment. That is his mission to the world. He’s a corporate chaplain and practices just being a presence in the workplace; a heart of compassion, an ear to listen, and a friend in need.</p>
<p>Such a concept! <em>Don’t write in the margins of life</em>. Save time for people who might otherwise <em>appear</em> to be interruptions in your day. The margins are opportunities to listen to people who just may have been sent your way by divine appointment.  Who knows, just maybe the most important thing you do today might happen because you left room in the margins of your life.</p>
<p>Thanks BP!</p>
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		<title>Powerful Listening &#8211; It&#8217;s Not About Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2011 18:24:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I teach a seminar on the power of listening. No, I am not an expert on the topic. I just realize how important listening is and decided long ago that I needed to make a lifetime quest of becoming better at it. The other day I was chatting with a friend whose words stopped me [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=timhast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7994300&amp;post=163&amp;subd=timhast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I teach a seminar on the power of listening. No, I am not an expert on the topic. I just realize how important listening is and decided long ago that I needed to make a lifetime quest of becoming better at it.</p>
<p>The other day I was chatting with a friend whose words stopped me cold in my tracks after he said, “when I meet someone for the first time and really need to focus on their name, who they are, what they do, and the details of their life, I get so preoccupied about making a good impression on them that I miss all those important facts.” It dawned on me; <em>I feel that way too!</em> I realized he gave words to something I have been thinking about for some time.</p>
<p>My friend hit the nail on the head (or maybe <em>my </em>head.) We get so distracted by <em>who</em> we are, <em>what</em> we’re doing, and <em>how</em> we can impress that other person that we forget that what really matters is how well we focus on <em>them</em>.  For me the moment of clarity usually strikes about five minutes into the conversation. The fog of self-centeredness clears and I realize that I have been so self-conscious up till that moment that I haven’t a clue what that other person has said. I don’t like being that way and I really want to change, so I’ve started a little mantra that I try to run through when I know I’m going to meet someone for the first time.  It goes like this</p>
<p>It’s <span style="text-decoration:underline;"><em>not</em></span> about me! It’s not <span style="text-decoration:underline;"><em>about</em></span> me! It’s not about <em><span style="text-decoration:underline;">me</span>!</em></p>
<p>The greatest gift I can give another person is to set aside <em>me </em>and focus on <em>them</em>. That is the essence of powerful listening!</p>
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		<title>Pruning Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 16:46:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Caring for my vineyard, I learn about life. Late August when the vines are loaded with grapes is one of my favorite times of year. I wake up early on harvest day anticipating the delight of cutting bunches of fruit from each vine. A great sense of accomplishment comes from a bumper crop. But to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=timhast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7994300&amp;post=155&amp;subd=timhast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Caring for my vineyard, I learn about life. Late August when the vines are loaded with grapes is one of my favorite times of year. I wake up early on harvest day anticipating the delight of cutting bunches of fruit from each vine. A great sense of accomplishment comes from a bumper crop. But to get there the vintner needs to prune the vines in late winter. So, as the days are getting longer I find myself lingering in the vineyard looking for dead and diseased branches.  Those branches that if left on the plant might make the entire vineyard sick, I cut and remove. I spend my time pruning here, clipping there, preparing the vines so that they will produce bountifully. If allowed to grow naturally, they would appear to be vigorous since that is their nature. While they might cover a lot of ground, the harvest would be meager at best. Since long, lanky vines are not highly productive, the work done right now has direct impact on the size of the crop in the fall. Ninety percent of last year’s growth has to go.</p>
<p>When pruning I often wonder, if the vines could talk, would they be crying, screaming, hurling invectives, or just begging for me to stop with the cutting?  I do what I need to do to make them productive and healthy. I imagine for the vine this is deep pain. So it is with life, and with us. In order to produce healthy fruit we need pruning. How about you?  Are you branching out in areas that might look impressive, but don’t produce well? Are you holding on to things in your life that are making you sick, or just keeping you from vigorous growth? Spring is a great time to look at your own life and ask yourself if this is the direction you want to grow. Will what you’re doing bear fruit in your life? When you take that inventory, have the courage to follow through with what’s necessary. Get rid of the dead wood. Cut out the branches that wander aimlessly. It’s pruning time!</p>
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		<title>Falling Down A Fear Hole</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 14:35:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Have you ever been going down the road of life and suddenly find yourself in a panic? Frightened? Anxious? Wondering, How did I go from blue skies to gale force winds and torrential rains? You know what I&#8217;m talking about.  The phone call. That unexpected bill from the IRS. The misunderstanding that goes postal. A [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=timhast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7994300&amp;post=130&amp;subd=timhast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Have you ever been going down the road of life and suddenly find yourself in a panic? Frightened? Anxious? Wondering, <em>How did I go from blue skies to gale force winds and torrential rains?</em> You know what I&#8217;m talking about.  The phone call. That unexpected bill from the IRS. The misunderstanding that goes postal. A fallout between lovers. Your boss drops by for a little visit that ends with an escort to the parking lot. You&#8217;ve been there, haven&#8217;t you?  How is it that nothing on the outside has changed, but your world <em>feels</em> like it&#8217;s been knocked of the tracks. Though the birds are still singing and the sun is still shining, it seems that nothing will ever be the same.  These moments feel like I stepped in a deep hole and tumbled to the bottom. How do I get out? I have rehearsed this in my mind.</p>
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<h1><span style="color:#000000;"><em>The next time this happens, I&#8217;ll pray, read a book on positive thinking&#8230; do self-talk&#8230; exercise, go for a ride on my motorcycle, have a party, I&#8217;ll&#8230;.</em></span></h1>
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<p><em><em>The next time this happens, I&#8217;ll pray, read a book on positive thinking&#8230; do self-talk&#8230; exercise, go for a ride on my motorcycle, have a party, I&#8217;ll&#8230;.</em></em> It must be the concussion from the fall, because at the bottom of the hole, I can&#8217;t remember to do those things, even when I have prepared for it.  One way of getting over it might be to stop at the nearest liquor store and have a chat with <em>Jack Daniels</em>. He can cheer me up, but there is always <em>later the next day.</em> And the next day is always worse.</p>
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<h1><em>Be still and know&#8230; &#8230;<br />
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<p>When I find myself down the fear hole, the one thing that helps is to get quiet. There is a Psalm in Jewish Scripture (46) that says <em>Be still and know that I am God! </em>(His exclamation, not mine) I have to make myself be still. To listen for the voice of God.  All those rehearsed strategies, even praying, are about me <em>doing</em> something. I panic and am compelled to spring into action and do something.  Being still feels counter-intuitive. Like driving on ice and spinning out of control. I always turn the wheel the wrong way.  We tend to do the very action that does us in.</p>
<p>So, How do I learn to <em>be still</em>?  By doing just that, by practicing stillness. If you have been following my blog, you&#8217;ll know I am the president of the World Organization for the Advancement of Adults with Attention Deficit Disorder. So I don&#8217;t come by being still honestly. I have to intentionally practice the art of being still.  And in those moments of stillness, I become aware of a presence that is way bigger than me.  When I rest quietly in the shadow of that presence, I find peace.  Peace that is free from fear.</p>
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		<title>Fear Of Obsolescence and Tube TV&#8217;s</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 03:33:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My wife said &#8220;honey, I don&#8217;t use this TV/VCR any more. Do you suppose you could find some poor person who would like a nice, small, tube TV?&#8220;  I thought, &#8220;sure thing, homeless people are always looking for a nice tube TV to push around in their shopping cart with all their other possessions.&#8221;  I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=timhast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7994300&amp;post=117&amp;subd=timhast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My wife said &#8220;honey, <em>I don&#8217;t use this TV/VCR any more. Do you suppose you could find some poor person who would like a nice, small, tube TV?</em>&#8220;  I thought, &#8220;<em>sure thing, homeless people are always looking for a nice tube TV to push around in their shopping cart with all their other possessions</em>.&#8221;  I went to the local sober living house.  A bunch of great guys who lost everything to addiction and are starting over from the ground up. I dropped in on one of their 12-step meetings. &#8220;<em>Hey, guys, I&#8217;ve got a great little TV with a built-in VCR, it&#8217;s a classic. Any takers</em>?&#8221; Not a word. Not even a peep from the guy who was working on his first 24-hour chip. Did I feel like a dork or what! Those tubes are obsolete. You can&#8217;t pay Goodwill to take them off your hands.  They aren&#8217;t old enough technology to qualify for antiques. (Oh, that I still had my old Apple II+)</p>
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<h1><span style="color:#ff0000;">Obsolete</span></h1>
<h1><span style="color:#ff0000;">Obsolete</span></h1>
<h1><span style="color:#ff0000;">Obsolete</span></h1>
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<p>Sometimes I feel like that tube TV.  A little obsolete in a rapid-changing world. As I type this, the words make me feel like an old-geezer. Look at my words! <em>as I type this&#8230;.</em> Nobody types anymore, they <em>keyboard</em>!  You young whippersnappers are just out of control!  Yet I-phone is coming out with their 9-G technology phone. It let&#8217;s you have &#8220;face-time.&#8221; That means you actually see each other while you talk.  Imagine <em>that</em> in rush hour traffic.  With all this great technology, I still have a throw-away No-G-strings-attached basic cell phone. Feeling obsolescent? You bet your G-network technology I do!</p>
<p>What makes the obsolescence go away?  Slowing down, sitting down, and having a conversation with my grandson, with my sons, with my wife, with Stephen, the Libertarian  uber-liberal cashier at the Homeland grocery store.  Conversing is one thing I <em>can</em> do.  Taking the time to listen, get caught up in their story, to give them my undivided attention&#8212;  No mean feat for a guy with a bad case of ADD. <em> Look at the pretty shining things</em>.  Oh, sorry, I got distracted.  Now, where was I?  Oh, yeah,  &#8212;Pausing. Putting my agenda on hold. Savoring the conversation. Really hearing another human being&#8217;s experience. Sharing the moment.  Not rushing the goodbye.  Doing these things makes me feel up-to-the-moment.  And, in those moments, obsolescence is out the window, and I have purpose again. I have heard it said that the salient characteristic of the next generation entering the workplace  is they will follow the oldest person in the room who will listen to them.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m ready.</p>
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		<title>Beware Of Flying Turtles And Terrorists</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 01:16:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Common sense is getting less common.  Have you read about the little girl who was flying home with her new pet turtle? She boarded the plane and was ready for takeoff when the plane pulled back to the gate. She was compelled to go back to the terminal and get rid of her pet. The [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=timhast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7994300&amp;post=105&amp;subd=timhast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Common sense is getting less common.  Have you read about the little girl who was flying home with her new pet turtle? She boarded the plane and was ready for takeoff when the plane pulled back to the gate. She was compelled to go back to the terminal and get rid of her pet. The airline agent said it had to stay. <em>Turtles sometimes carry salmonella. Got to be careful, somebody might mistake it for a swizzle stick and use it to stir their drink</em>.   Crying, she begged the official to just hold on to the turtle until her dad could return to the airport and rescue the little guy.  No Dice. The agent refused to be responsible. Pressured to get on her flight, and forced to make a decision under pressure, she put her turtle, cage and all in the trash and tearfully returned to her seat on the plane. Can you imagine her heartbreak on that long flight home?  Meanwhile back at the terminal, another worker &#8220;rescued&#8221; the turtle from the trash and sent it home with a coworker.  Great gift for the kids.</p>
<p>Nice going AirTran! You couldn&#8217;t have gotten better publicity if you had pushed grandma out at 33,000 Feet! This is the kind of story that makes journalists orgasmic.  They got on this like sharks in a school of baby seals. I am just scratching my head and thinking of what a <em>cluster-you-know-what</em> this was.</p>
<p>Now picture a parallel universe where the agent at the gate said; &#8220;don&#8217;t cry little girl, we&#8217;ll take good care of your turtle&#8221; and kneeled down and wiped her eyes and gently took the caged creature and gingerly carried it up the ramp where a supervisor would see the turtle safely placed into daddy&#8217;s custody!  They could have made a PR coup! <em><strong>Airline gives turtle the white glove treatment! Airline saves turtle and makes a little girl happy.</strong></em> <strong><em> No we don&#8217;t treat anyone or any turtle like a little guy on this airline. No sir! everybody is special.</em></strong> I just can&#8217;t believe that they passed up the opportunity to score big in the &#8220;We really move our tails for you&#8221; sort of touchy-feely stuff that this could have provided.</p>
<p>The bottom line; sometimes in just doing my job, I fail to see the bigger picture; service.  I am serving people. Just a little creativity and freedom to color outside the lines might have made this story end better.   The airline did get their thumb out of their turbine. They retrieved the turtle from its new home and flew it home to its rightful owner, albeit in the cargo bay.  I hope they sprang for a few sessions with a shrink. That little girl and her turtle will probably need it.</p>
<p>All of this points to this dearth of common sense.  I wonder if people are so fearful of stepping out of their job description that they are just paralyzed when called upon to rise about the routine and think.  Perhaps I am being to hard on the good folks at AirTran.  I just wonder about the company culture and the message these employees are getting. To make matters worse, when terrorists blow things up, kill and maim people we call it a man-caused disaster. When an oil company makes a mistake (although a very big mistake) we call it a criminal act of terror.  Up is down and down is up.  We prosecute citizens and coddle terrorist. Pass me the duct tape, my head is about to explode!</p>
<p>Read all about it!</p>
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<p>http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/37919129/ns/today-today_pets_and_animals/</p>
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		<title>Fear of Commitment and Satelite TV</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 01:19:27 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I’m fed up with the  cable company. I called the number on the satellite-TV brochure and made it very  clear I was fact-finding and not buying. It became clear to me that the people  answering the phone were there for one thing only; to close a sale. Here’s how  it went: Ring, <em>Hello I need some information about… Oh, let me transfer you  to… </em> after being transferred repeatedly &#8212;a quick trip to  India where conversation lasted about 30 seconds until the foreign guy realized  he couldn’t move me from questions to purchase&#8211; I finally ended up back in the  US. A young all-American sounding “Amy” picked up my traveling [roaming] call  and went through her scripted greeting. I told her I was just getting  information. She proceeded to tell me about the benefits of satellite d-TV. All the  while looking for opportunities turn me to a buyer and close a sale. I was  amazed at her dexterity in listening and countering my questions with an open  door and an invitation to just step right through and seal the deal  today.  She worked hard to close, and I worked hard at saying “no.”  I had steeled my self to not commit. For me non-commitment was a situational  choice. For some it is a character flaw, or the manifestation of a deep-seated  fear of saying “yes” and then regretting the decision.</p>
<p>Why do people avoid  commitment?  Why did I resist the siren call of cheap TV, free dvr,  free HD box and billions and billions of channels for 24.95 a month?   I wanted to know all the fine print. What are the hidden costs? What are  the surprises that will show up on my bill in 12 months? Simply put, I didn’t  commit because I wasn’t clear about what this thing was actually going to cost.  I didn’t want to cinch the deal and then get an unexpected bill for a life-time  obligation of hard labor just to be able to watch CBS.</p>
<p>I wasn’t able to buy  in to the sales pitch because I wasn’t clear on what I was committing  to.   If the salesperson had just referred me to a website that  would itemize everything I will be billed for, how that price will change in a  year, what I could expect without surprises, I would have bought in.   As it stood, all the salespeople were pressing for closure and vague  about those pesky little details like <em>… well, Sir, at the end of 12 months  your bill will go from 24.95 to 71.45 per month…</em> No, after my  phone call, I wasn’t ready to commit.  That’s for sure.</p>
<p>I used to work with  single adults at my church.  I often joked that if you wanted to  break up a single’s party, just shout out the word <em>commitment! </em>The guys  would scatter like cockroaches when the light comes on.  Why are  terminally single guys <em>so</em> terrified of the word?  I suspect it is  that they aren’t clear on <em>what </em>exactly they are committing to.</p>
<p>The Bottom Line: Fear  of commitment results for a lack of clarity in expectations.  Clear  expectations, whether good or bad can be faced, accepted, and that makes  commitment and buy-in possible.<br />
PS&#8230; Enjoy <em>The Commitment Phobe </em></p>
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