he was a new technician at the location, young and dedicated. from a poor family.
proud that he had made it along with 2 others from his home state to the selection process and then made it through the apprenticeship to becoming an 'employee'. proud that he was given the company 'uniform' to wear. thankful to the company for the recognition
yet humble enough to remember his roots. humble enough to note that he appreciated the company work culture that allowed him to address his managers by first name
very dedicated, very sincere
a refreshing change from the people i have been meeting of late.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Quote
The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
Henry Ward Beecher
Saturday, January 9, 2010
a story
they walked in to the shelter. it was a 'home' for the aged, the mentally challenged, the abandoned... all in all, a place for the the misfortunate. he looked at his wife, and child. they opened the bags and started taking out all the materials for the donation. one by one, they were made to come in line, collect the 'gift' and go away. among them she stood... her face shriveled, her clothes torn, hair frizzy and looking lost ... her body ravaged by time and illness, her mind ravaged by the rejection and incidents of the past. his eyes fell on her..a ray of memory was about to make its way through his mind darkened by time, that would eventually remind him of who she was. her eyes fell on him too... but her mind.. was blank as ever.. ever since he had once abandoned her ten years ago....
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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