For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a hearing problem. It’s not a huge problem, and nowhere near being a disability. My problem is that in a crowded room, I have trouble picking out a single voice from all the background noise. I can do it. I just
I was taking a walk the other day when I felt a pressure in my chest. My first thought was, “crap, I’m having another heart attack”. But I took an inventory of how I felt, and life support seemed to be working just fine. So, it wasn’t a heart attack.
I know this isn’t a popular thing to say these days. Though I’m attacked at every turn, I’m never going to be hailed as “courageous” for saying what I’m about to say. Here it is. I am a man. There’s no mistaking that. I obviously look like a man. If
I was listening to an advertisement the other day. It started out, “If you’re overweight, it’s not your fault.” Umm. Yes it is. Unless someone is force feeding you cheesecake and fried chicken, it’s your fault. The ad continued to talk about slow metabolism and genetics and tried to convince
I remember one time when I was in kindergarten. Nap time had just started and a classmate of mine took off one of his boots. Then he poured about a dozen marbles out onto the floor, and they scattered everywhere. His older brothers had put the marbles in his shoe
One of the hardest things I had to learn as a manager was that in order to succeed, I had to hire people who were smarter than I was and better at what they do than I could be. Once I learned that, I became more than a just manager.