I was in a Sales class once when the teacher asked us to whip out a “mission statement”, just off the cuff.
With little time to think I wrote,
“To compassionately and patiently listen with an open heart and assist with my strength people who are in need of direction, who want to learn how to focus their energies and who are committed to realizing their dreams.”
I heard a collective “ahhhh” in the class after I volunteered to read it. Not the kind of ah that comes out when you see a baby playing with a kitten, but a sigh of wonder.
So it got me thinking again about what I want to stand for.
Just before class that morning I watched a student toss their cigarette on the ground. A common sight unfortunately, but what made it worse was the fact there was an ashtray right beside her. I looked down and saw dozens of butts littering the ground. More than dozens. I was rife with disgust. Not because of the smoking. Because of the total lack of respect. For our earth, for the well kept grounds on which the building stands, and for the wizened old man whose job it is to keep those grounds clean.
I was only a visitor for the 8 week project I attended, but I made a point of walking up to him a few days later and telling him that I always use the ashtray. His smile of gratitude could have lit up the sky. I felt deeply for this fellow who could barely speak English, who’s as small as a twelve year old and whose lot in life is to clean up after the thoughtless disregard of a bunch of smarmy, overfed Gen-Y’ers flaunting their undeserved, unearned sense of entitlement.
What are they going to stand for?
I was told by one of my classmates, “Linda you can’t save everyone.”
See, they got it wrong. It’s not that I want to save people as much as I want to beat some sense into them. Less Mother Teresa; more avenging archangel with flaming sword.
I WANT to stand for something.
I WANT to stand for hope and trust. Faith is their mother and I want to teach people not to be afraid to BELIEVE.
I WANT to stand for excellence. Who wants to get home after a long day and sigh with satisfaction, “Yep. I was mediocre again today. Well done.” I want to challenge people to see their own light.
I WANT to stand for and beside the people who own my heart. Nobody messes with me or mine and gets to call me friend if they do. Unacceptable.
What’s your mission statement? I’ll give you ten minutes to come up with something that defines your existence. If you include any of the following words, then you’re already on the road to standing for a life that will resonate long after it’s over:
Love. Hope. Faith. Trust. Compassion. Kindness. Forbearance. Brave. Patience. Laughter. Solution. Challenge. Believe. Soul. Husband. Wife. Lover. Mother. Father. Son. Daughter. Friend. Joy. Happiness. Good. Humour. Brilliant. Well Being. Balance. Achievement. Dream. Care. Passion. Abundance. Gift. Bliss. Direction. Aspirations. Courage. Strength. Ambition. Inspiration. Success. Idea. Wonder. Awe. Privilege. Charity. Noble. Spirit. Comfort. Vision. Focus. Power. Excitement. Adventure. Gratitude. Virtue. Enlightenment. Possibility. Commitment. Honour. Loyalty. Miracle. Cherish.
Peace,
