Spring-To LifeWritten by Arleen M. Kaptur
Spring is about to come to our part of world. It's a marvelous season filled with a breath of "fresh" air and a warm breeze once in a while. We look for first signs of those tulip bulbs we planted and we gently brush snow away hoping to give them even more incentive to peek out and grace us with their color and their beauty. Everyday life has its seasons as well. Spring is beginning of any worthwhile project, summer brings all feverish activity to get it going and moving foward, fall is when everything begins to truly take shape, and see light at end of tunnel and winter is when we look at what we have accomplished and can now sit back, admire, and bask in what we have done. While nature never misses a season, people do. There are times when a great thought invades our space and we are gently nudged to do something about it. Without doing a bit of forethought, a sprinkling of planning, we delve right into it and hope for best. When we reach "Fall" we realize that it is not going to turn out way we first envisioned and we lay it aside and slip into winter. Humans are most intelligent beings God created, but if we take a look at Mother Nature, she seems to have gotten it right and having achieved success in a certain way, there is no moving nature from skipping or not following basic routine toward success. The old adage - A time to plant and a time to reap - is followed religiously by nature and its working. In today's hurry-instant gratification-can't wait until tomorrow- world, we cut corners, take risks we don't need to, and basically rush through pleasure of life without taking time to "smell roses" along way. Meals are slapped together because of time restraints and projects are started, set aside, forgotten about, and we go on. Surely, there are more responsibilities, more activities clamoring for our attention, and with all modern conveniences made to ease our burden, why don't we have more time to do all we want to? Take a moment and look at that patch of ground where those tulips are going to be coming up soon. If its frozen solid, then it's not right time, and if sun warms it a bit each day, soon what is suppose to happen will happen and we will be beneficiaries of wonder of growing flowers, plants, etc. When we plant our garden, if we skipped first important step of placing that seed in ground, we can watch that mound of dirt until cows come home and nothing is going to happen - granted a weed or two might poke through but that is not what we were waiting for.
| | Dick Baker's Magic Words-My Workplace MiracleWritten by Burt Dubin
These words change my life. They inspire me with belief in myself. This belief in what I can do sustains me. It sustains me through many crucibles. Through many crucibles in years that follow. Here's how it happens: At 17 I quit high school. It's not that I want to quit in my senior year. It's my father. He ups and leaves us flat with no notice. No notice and no money. The "us" is my Mom and my 2 little sisters. There's no means of support. No cash to pay rent. And food . And all rest. So I take noble action. I quit high school. I go to nearest large factory. It happens to be RCA, in Camden, New Jersey. I lie about my age. They believe me. They believe me because they need people now. There's a war on. They only know they need people to do essential work. They need people now. An electronics enthusiast, I bump myself up. Up and off assembly line in just a few weeks. I get myself assigned to Test Cage. The Test Cage is electronically isolated from rest of world. No signals can enter. No signals can leave. I love working with CRT, various meters and alignment tools. It's a Union Shop. Did you ever work in a Union Shop? If so, you'll recognize what follows. The Shop Steward works along with everybody else. And he watches everything with object of protecting and preserving jobs. My job is to test and align electronic equipment destined for USA Department of Defense. The Time and Motion Study folks have established 45 minutes as allowed time to complete one procedure. After a few weeks, I figure out how to do this job in 15 minutes. And I do. Instead of turning out 12 procedures per 8 hour shift, I do 36 complete procedures. The Shop Steward has a little talk with me. I resist his recommendation that I slow down. There's a war on, I tell him. He's not happy. So he gets 2 engineers, guys with white shirts and neatly pressed navy blue trousers, (You know type, their suits come with 2 pair of pants!) to visit me. They don't just visit. They bring their yellow legal pads. They stand behind me. They stand behind me for 2 full shifts. When one has to visit bathroom, other watched me with eagle eyes. After 2 shifts, 16 hours of observing my every move, they file a Report. In essence, they say, "the kid's right." (I, a late bloomer, was not even shaving yet.) The kid's right! This means they rewrite procedure. Now my every motion becomes prescribed motion for whole 30-person group.
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