THE REVENGE OF THE TORO SNOWBLOWER

Nature is soo clever … makes you want to laugh
Simultaneously subtle and clever
She sends messages that reverberate for days and days

Pridefully cranking up the Toro snow blower after 2 years
Of on again, off again performance,
I followed this gem of an invention down the driveway
Snow funneling out the chute at warp speed
Proud as a 12 year old with a new toy

WHAM ! IN MY FACE: A CLOUD OF COLD ICY SNOW
Smashed into me like a gallon of frozen ice water
Shivering, shaking, cussing the snow off my eyes
Where did that wake up call come from?
What was the message?

IN YOUR FACE!!
Here on the Great Plains it is a humbling wake up call
Don’t be proud and haughty – be considerate and measured.

In a business sense – a verbal finger pointing – interpreted
as a direct put down-a challenge
Feels t like a gallon of frozen ice water dumped on your adversary’s face.

Be wary when the shock of the cold H2O wears off
There is retribution –exponentially greater, more severe to come
Another message from Mother Nature – dissing someone
Can result in serious negative backlash: physically and verbally
By comparison, challenging your contemporaries with civility has its rewards
For the sender and receiver……

Mother nature’s wake up call also communicated the
Value of directly facing cold, hard facts.

Having analyzed the wind direction in advance , I could have easily minimized the
Amount of snow crashing into me.

And so it is with “ In Your Face” strategies: Taking time to hesitate, maneuver,
And then deliver our message with more tact, understanding, and love as opposed to
direct unbending confrontation helps us to avoid the predictable negative backlash
Isn’t nature astounding – she gets our attention – one way or the other.

Without trust love is not possible? Or without love there is no trust?

Without trust love is not possible? Or without love there is no trust?

According to Wikipedia, from a psychology standpoint, “ trust is believing the person whom you
trust to do what you expect.
Such a simple sounding word – trust: only 5 letters. One syllable.
So difficult to build, so easy to destroy.
Trust levels are injected into our psyche systems with the 1st two years of our lives.

Wow! What does that say about packing days old babies into parkas on a cold , snowy Wisconsin
morning, slinging them into the car: then dashing through the cold, into a sociological melee
we euphamistically call “ Daycare”? Hmm- wonder what Is going through their little minds as regards
trust?
Oh wait – there is more: the end of the 8 hour survival camp arrives with mom taking the child to
McDonalds for a nutritious meal while she shares “quality time” with her fiancee otherwise known as
her shacking up boy friend. Count the elements of trust in that paternalistic paradigm!

Sorry, I got side tracked.

A long time business associate recently did an end run and undercut me.. All those years of trust,
bonding, etc teetered on the edge of the bridge, wavered, and collapsed into the cold Fox River.
The proffered excuse “ I didn’t think about it”.. just more salt into the wound. An apology – delivered,
well kind of.

Causes me to meditate on the elements of trust.
I had a boss in Poland, Dr. Gail Schoppert. A brilliant educator, humorist, actor, and
a “ I’ve got your back” guy. He embodied trust in the sense that hewas always, meaning always,
be there to defend his staff, and students, against the slings and arrows of erroneous assaults.
Gail never talked about trust, or team work, or kumbaya relationships,.
His trust actions spoke volumes and mirrored his value systems. I wonder what the 1st two years of his
life were like at home? Day Care – I doubt it.

A parting query : So without trust love is not possible? Or without love there is no trust?

Trust - A learned gift