ANST - 6 lessons...

[Robert_Smetek at veritasdgc.com]

Howdy,

I'd like to thank Kief for this one



> Six Great Lessons about The Important Things Life Teaches You...
>
>1.      The Most Important Question
> During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop
quiz. I
> was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions,
until  I
> read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the
> school?"  Surely this was some kind of joke.  I had seen the cleaning
woman
>  several times.  She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how
would
>  I know  her name?  I handed in my paper, leaving the last question
blank.
>  Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would
count
>  toward our quiz grade.  "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your
>  careers you  will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve
your
>attention
> andcare, even if all you do is smile and say 'Hello'."
>
> I've never forgotten that lesson.  I also learned her name was
Dorothy.
>
>2.      Pickup in the Rain
> One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was standing
on
>the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm.
Her
> car  had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.  Soaking wet,
she
> decided to flag down the next car.  A young white man stopped to help
her -
> generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s.  The man took her
to
>safety,
> helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. She seemed in a
big
> hurry! She wrote down his address, thanked him and drove away.
>
> Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door.  To his
surprise,
> a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was
>  attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the
highway
>  the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes but also my
spirits.
>Then
> you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying
husband's
> bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and
>unselfishly
> serving others."
> Sincerely,
> Mrs. Nat King Cole
>
>  3.      Always Remember Those Who Serve
>  In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old
boy
> entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass
of
> water in  front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?"
>"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
>The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number
of
>coins in it. "How much is a dish of plain ice cream?" he inquired.
>Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit
> impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she said brusquely.
> The little boy again counted the coins. "I'll have the plain ice
cream,"
> he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table
and
>walked
> away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed.
When the
>  waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then
swallowed
>  hard at what she saw. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,
were
>  two  nickels and five pennies - her tip.
>
>  4.      The Obstacle in Our Path
>  In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway.  Then he
hid
>  himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.
Some
>  of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply
walked
>  around  it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads
clear, but
>  none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way.
> Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables.  On
approaching
>  the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the
>  stone to  the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he
finally
> succeeded.
>
> As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse
> lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many
gold
> coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the
person who
> removed the boulder from the roadway.
>
>  The peasant learned what many others never understand.  Every
obstacle
>  presents
>  an opportunity to improve one's condition.
>
> 5.      Giving Blood
>  Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at Stanford Hospital, I
got
>  to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and
serious
> disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
transfusion
>  from  her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same
disease
> and  had developed the antibodies, needed to combat the illness.
>
> The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked
the
>  boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.I saw him
>  hesitate  for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying,
"Yes, I'll
>do
> it if it will save Liz."
>
> As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister a. He
> looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I
start
> to die  right away?"
>
>  Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was
>  going  to have to give his sister all of his blood.
>
>  6.      I've Two Choices
>  Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good
mood
>  and always had something positive to say.  When someone would ask him
>  how he  was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be
twins!"
>
>  He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had
followed
> him around from restaurant to restaurant.  The reason the waiters
followed
> Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an
employee
>  was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to
look on
>  the positive side of the situation.
>
> Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to
Jerry
> and  asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of
the
>  time.  How do you do it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and
say to
> myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a
good mood
> or you  can choose to be in a bad mood."  I choose to be in a good
mood. "Each
> time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can
choose to
>  learn  from it.  I choose to learn from it."
>
> "Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept
> their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I
choose the
>  positive side of life." "Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I
protested.
> "Yes  it is," Jerry said,  "Life is all about choices. When you cut
away all
> the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to
>situations. You  choose how people will affect your mood.  You choose
to be in a
>good
> mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live
life."
>
> I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant
> industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but often thought
> about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several
>years
>  later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do
in
>  a restaurant business, he left the back door open one morning and was
held
> up at gun point by three armed robbers.  While trying to open the
safe,
> his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The
robbers
> panicked and shot him.  Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly
and rushed
>to
> the local trauma center.  After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of
> intensive  care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments
of the
>bullets
> still in  his body.
>
>I saw Jerry about six months after the accident.  When I asked him how
> he  was, he said, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my
scars?"
> I declined to see his wounds but did ask him what had gone through his
> mind as the robbery took place. "The first thing that went through my
> mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied.
"Then, as I
>lay
> on  the floor, I remembered that I had two choices - I could choose to
live,
> or I could choose to die.  I chose to live.
>
> "Weren't you scared?  Did you lose consciousness?" I asked. Jerry
> continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was
going to be
>fine.
>  But  when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the
expressions
>  on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their
eyes, I
> read,  'He's a dead man. " I knew I needed to take action."
>
>"What did you do?"  I asked. "Well, there was a big, burly nurse
> shouting  questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic
to
>anything.
>'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited
> for my  reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!'  Over their
>laughter,
> I  told them, "I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive,
not
> dead."  Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also
because of his
>
> amazing attitude.
>
> I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.
> Attitude,  after all, is everything.
>
>You have 2 choices now:
>1. Save or delete this mail from your mailbox, or
> 2. Forward it to people you care about.   Hope you will choose No. 2.
>
>Work like you don't need the money.
> Love like you've never been hurt.
> Dance like nobody's watching.
>


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