Motivation
Motivation
thought a motivation thread would be cool
Sent by Daniel Przyojski.
READ THIS CAREFULLY, LET IT SINK IN!!!
Michael is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good
mood and always has 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 natural motivator.
If an employee was having a bad day, Michael 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 Michael and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be
a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"
Michael replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to
myself, 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," Michael 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 affect your mood. You choose to be
in a good mood or bad mood.
The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life."
I reflected on what Michael said. Soon thereafter, I
left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch,
but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead
of
reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that Michael was
involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a
communications tower.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive
care, Michael was released from the hospital with rods placed in his
back.
I saw Michael about six months after the accident.
When I asked him how he was, he replied. "If I were any better, I'd
be twins. Want too see my scars?"
I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what
had gone through his mind as the accident took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was the
well-being of my soon to be born daughter," Michael replied. "Then,
as I lay on the ground, 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.
Michael continued, "...the paramedics were great.
They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they
wheeled me into the ER 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 Michael. "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, "Gravity."
Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to
live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."Michael 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.
thought a motivation thread would be cool
Sent by Daniel Przyojski.
READ THIS CAREFULLY, LET IT SINK IN!!!
Michael is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good
mood and always has 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 natural motivator.
If an employee was having a bad day, Michael 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 Michael and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be
a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"
Michael replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to
myself, 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," Michael 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 affect your mood. You choose to be
in a good mood or bad mood.
The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life."
I reflected on what Michael said. Soon thereafter, I
left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch,
but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead
of
reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that Michael was
involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a
communications tower.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive
care, Michael was released from the hospital with rods placed in his
back.
I saw Michael about six months after the accident.
When I asked him how he was, he replied. "If I were any better, I'd
be twins. Want too see my scars?"
I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what
had gone through his mind as the accident took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was the
well-being of my soon to be born daughter," Michael replied. "Then,
as I lay on the ground, 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.
Michael continued, "...the paramedics were great.
They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they
wheeled me into the ER 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 Michael. "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, "Gravity."
Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to
live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."Michael 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.
