Today has got to be one the best days yet for my love, Rainer.
I can’t help but smile knowing how much fruit is being born from years and years of effort.
His twitter feed has been alive with positive comments – support and appreciation.
I know that does his heart and soul good. He has hoped for so much, expected so little and is humbly shocked by the response today.
My shadowed man, bathed in light.
But more than that – the importance of his work is being noticed for what it is.
Years of facing opposition and negativity for fighting the good fight is paling in comparison to the outpour of love from those that saw this today:
I am so proud. So grateful for everyone involved in the campaign.
Please visit this site: http://www.neverforgettovote.com
I am once again reminded, that there is such GOOD in the world.
We must never forget! And we must always be brave and proactive.
We can all make a difference!
I’ve also updated our website: http://www.daserbedeskommandanten.com
You can find links to recent activity and interviews, and behind the scenes photos of the making of the above campaign video.
I’ll be updating as fast as I can with upcoming media events etc.
Thank you, to all of Rainer’s new followers – and to all involved in supporting this cause.
Never Forget To Vote!
“So a dog walks into a lobby …”
My lobby to be exact, and I as soon as I laid eyes on said dog the internet nerd that I am, recognized the breed and ‘fan-girled’ the hell out.
“OMG! Is your dog friendly? Can I touch it? Can I take a photo of your dog?”
Yes it was, Yes I could, and sure.
This is the internet version:
Dog wasn’t too interested in me petting it … or touching it to be honest.
I don’t force myself on animals. I don’t grab at them, leer at them or invade their space.
I’m more of a ‘sit on the floor and offer an appendage then wait to see if they are interested in making contact’ type of girl.
So I sat on the floor, in my dress, wondering ‘why doesn’t this dog like me? ALL dogs like me!’ Lamely continuing to hold out my hand like there was a chance it would change its mind.
I told my son about it – his response:
Is that bad? That my son and I speak ‘internet funnies’? I knew what he meant obviously. It’s one of my favorites:
So while it wasn’t in the mood for accepting my hand or my love, it was in the mood for a quick photo session.
Here’s the mini-Shiba Inu (“mini-SHIBE!”)
But I digress … about that compliment.
Later in the day, I’m sharing this story with an agent – showing him the photos of the mini-‘doge’ and he proceeds to give me the biggest compliment I’ve had in a very long time.
What you need to know about this man is that he’s very ‘what you see is what you get’ – to the point of having something awkward or unedited come out of his mouth from time to time.
(Gee, I’d know nothing about that – hold on, don’t slip on the sarcasm.)
Anyway, bottom line, he gets an A+ for authenticity from me.
I love that in a person.
So he’s reminded of a dog themed email he sent me and asks if I got it.
He went on to explain that he sent it because he was sorry he was grumpy that day.
The way he explained it went a little something like this.
“You’re the bright, shiny thing here … and I felt bad that I was grumpy.”
I’m a bright shiny thing??
I’m sharing this because too often we are unaware of what we may mean to someone.
And far too often we fail to tell someone what they mean to us.
I paid it forward by sharing with a dear friend how much they mean to me.
And then made sure to tell the man who complimented me just how much his words meant.
Good work should be complimented when noticed.
It just takes a few seconds to appreciate someone!
It took six seconds for someone to make my day – and I’m still feeling bright and shiny.
Even though the dog didn’t want me to pet it.
On my drive home today, I saw an elderly person weeding their front yard.
I was reminded of something that had a profound effect on me almost four years ago.
It was a time when it was imperative I get out of self. That I reach out and be of service to others.
Summer in the desert, and I noticed an old woman on my street tending to her weeds. It was hot. In the mid 120’s.
I parked, set my belongings inside and walked up the street to her house and called out.
She didn’t hear me.
She looked up from her crouched position, and from under her sun hat met my gaze.
I was eager and just knew that she would think I was wonderful.
“May I help you weed your yard?”
I waited a beat – smile on my face.
“No thank you.” She said, with a peaceful smile on her own face.
I wasn’t expecting that.
I gauged her expression a moment to be sure she really didn’t want my help … bid her a good day and went home.
It hadn’t dawned on me for even a second, that perhaps she was content in her task.
That perhaps she enjoyed what she was doing.
Or that she knew how much more satisfied she would be when the sun went down, looking out at her weed-free yard, that she had done the work.
I have never forgotten her or that moment.
It was an epiphany of sorts for me.
I’ve heard people speak of what they would do if they won the lottery:
“I’d give some to my family and friends.”
“I’d buy my children houses.”
“I’d find needy people and help them.”
Such a noble and selfless intention – yet …
Don’t we have to be careful who we help and how?
Am I doing it for them or me?
Am I helping? Hindering? Enabling?
Are they making an effort to help themselves? Still have lessons to learn to strengthen them for hard times yet to come?
This comes to mind:
I personally think life IS always beautiful, (maybe not always what you want it to be, but still beautiful) but I agree with the rest.
Struggles do make you stronger. And grateful.
If you just hand someone a house – are they going to cherish it? Will it mean as much to them as it would to someone who saved for years to buy one?
Hand-ups and hand-outs have such a fine dividing line!
It’s hard to know who to help.
Harder still when you don’t know if they’ve struggled – if they are too fragile to have to struggle – if they’ve been put in your path to bestow a blessing on?
Personally, I can look back and I know without doubt, that I am grateful for my struggles.
I’ve been VERY prideful. And I’m trying to get over that and accept help when it makes sense. When the help doesn’t rob me of my spiritual and emotional growth.
Because, my life has blossomed from the weeds.
And I see weeds as blossoms.
Beauty in every thing, every person and every moment.
I’ve learned to focus on these things.
Stay in those moments – no matter how fleeting – to feel them and move forward with a positive attitude and an open mind and heart.
I look upon life with grateful eyes – a students mind and a peaceful heart.
And I’m so glad I struggled.
And I so love those who helped me along the way – and I love those who did not.
That is what I heard today. “No one’s irreplaceable.”
It wasn’t directed at me – but I suppose, indirectly, as it was their philosophy, it was. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this person has the power to replace me.
I beg to differ with this theory.
I get the logic – of course I do. And yes, you can fill a position with another body. But are they bringing to the table the same qualities as their predecessor? Same skill set perhaps, but what about those extra gifts that are as individual as the person offering them?
In my opinion, the stance that no one is irreplaceable is incredibly short-sighted and unhealthy for a company’s growth.
Shouldn’t employers be nurturing, encouraging and teaching their employees to be some what irreplaceable? Not to the point of debilitating the company should that person have to leave – but in the interest of success, shouldn’t you make your employees feel wanted and needed?
I hope I would do that. If I were in a position of staffing a company, I would want my employees to feel valuable.
I personally give my all – and more, every day.
And I’d be lying if I said I don’t punch things into overdrive when a customer compliments me, or I’m told I am excelling at something.
If I feel appreciated, I want to thank that person by continuing to please them.
I don’t mean that employees should get a pat on the back for performing the job they’re paid to do.
No need to put a gold star on finished work that should be finished.
But I do believe if someone is going the extra mile of their own volition, and in turn, making your company more successful, they should be acknowledged.
If they are making your customers feel amazing and are loyal and hardworking, they should be recognized. And, that person is, to a degree, irreplaceable.
I was reminded of these lines from “You’ve Got Mail”
Joe Fox: It wasn’t… personal.
Kathleen Kelly: What is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn’t personal to you. But it was personal to me. It’s *personal* to a lot of people. And what’s so wrong with being personal, anyway?
Joe Fox: Uh, nothing.
Kathleen Kelly: Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.
No matter how hard I try not to make work personal, or bring it home with me in my head – I do. I care.
And when you spend more time with the people you work with than your own family – how do you disengage?
Work can be bonkers. Teddy Bonkers. But, as long as I can put my head on my pillow at night knowing I did the best I could – and as long as I stay VERY very grateful for having a job – it’s all good.