I’m on my home from the latest workshop by my coach Steve Harrison. Had a chance to meet Jack Canfield, author of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books. Wow, what an amazing experience.
It was an interesting experience learning how better to serve people through writing and coaching against the backdrop of the Ray Rice story. My understanding is that abusive people were themselves abused. It is my hope that this incident can help Mr. Rice break the cycle of abuse, both for himself and for others.
I watched the video. It was very disturbing. If you haven’t seen it, I think you should watch it Ray Rice Knocked Out Fiancee – FULL VIDEO. It will change your understanding of domestic violence forever. It won’t be theoretical, and it won’t be Hollywood. It is brutal. Watching the video could help you change someone’s life some day. You might hear a whisper, or notice something in someone you know, and instead of brushing it off, you’ll remember that image of Jinay getting knocked unconscious.
As for why the NFL and the Ravens gave Rice a slap on the wrist before the video came to light? I am befuddled by the handwringing. The NFL is a business. Ray Rice is the product. The domestic violence wasn’t seen as a human issue, it was a business issue. Rice was a product with some characteristics that would make some customers mad.
I’ve been in those discussions. The product isn’t working quite right. Should we ship?
“No product is ever done.”
“There is a work around.”
“We need the revenue now, and will pick up the pieces later.”
Right or wrong does not come into play when it comes to these product shipment decisions. They are business decisions. In the case of the NFL, the products are people. We need to remember to put people first, always.
As I write this post on the plane, I watched an inspirational speech from James Brown, football host on CBS. Brown explained that domestic violence is not a football issue, and is not a woman’s issue. He pointed out that 3 women die every day from domestic violence, and called on men to step up and take responsibility. “You need to either get help [for yourself] or give help [to end domestic violence.]
Bravo James Brown. Real men do not hurt women, and we’ll take your challenge to become part of the solution.
Today a guest post from Achim Nowak, President & Founder of INFLUENS.
I read his weekly energy boost religiously, and this week’s post was so good that I asked permission to republish it here as a guest post. Thank you Achim! You can subscribe to Achim Nowak’s weekly energy boost here
Raw and fearless
In the onslaught of tributes to comedienne Joan Rivers, these are the adjectives I hear most often.
Raw and fearless.
To people who didn’t like her, Joan Rivers was crass, loud, unabashedly insensitive. Too much.
I liked Joan Rivers. A lot.
One thing was abundantly clear as I watched the 2010 documentary Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work: Rivers was first and foremost an entertainer. She lived to be on-stage. She abhorred not being on-stage.
We are not all entertainers. We are all, however, on stage. All the time.
I get frustrated with the professional who doesn’t embrace that.
The one who doesn’t care enough to” show up.”
Dick Axelrod, author and organizational consultant, delineates two types of meeting participants: Meeting investors and meeting bystanders.
Joan Rivers was an investor.
Raw and fearless was her currency.
Rivers showed up. Big time.
Raw and fearless has, in most business environments, been replaced by polite and fearful.
Even folks who yearn to invest act like a bystander.
Polite and fearful will not get you there.
It simply doesn’t work when you’re on-stage.
I don’t encourage insensitivity. And yeah, raw and fearlessmay be “too much” where you work.
Pick your own currency. Choose how you invest.
What would be “more” without being “too much?”
Bold and inquisitive?
Curious and provocative?
Courageous and surprising?
Probing and opinionated?
Fearless and committed?
Choose to be an investor. Pick your currency. Two adjectives.
Know that polite and fearful will not get you there.
Two adjectives is all it takes.
When you show up at your meetings this week, embody your currency.
You likely won’t sound like Joan Rivers.
But you will instantly BE an investor. You will energize those around you. And you will energize yourself.
Now, that’s not too shabby, is it?
Thank you again Achim for allowing me to reprint your energy boost on The Idolbuster.
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What does the fox say? It’s a question 144 million plus have been asking on YouTube over the last few months. (And if you really want to know the answer, you can see it here.) The song describes what a fox looks like, and runs through a bunch of gibberish versions of what a sound the fox makes. Is it funny? Yes, a bit. (Although if you ask my tween daughters, they will tell you it is hilarious.)
When I hear the song, I think of a different kind of fox, the fox in Aesop’s fable the Fox and the Crow. This kind of Fox is a flatterer, someone who can convince you of anything. In this respect, the song “What Does the Fox Say” gets it right. When we are watching the video, we sing and laugh along, and we may even parrot what we hear to others. But if we stop and think about it, we say to ourselves Huh? It no longer makes any sense.
Have you ever had the experience at work of being talked into something that turned out to be really stupid, either for you or for the company? And then, the person who talked you into it is nowhere to be found. I write about the Fox in Busting Your Corporate Idol, because the consequences of trusting the untrustworthy are monumental.
The Fox is particularly dangerous, because he or she will say whatever you want to hear. The Fox is primarily out for him or herself, but unless you have dealt with this type of person before, you may not be aware.
I worked for years with a Fox, but didn’t know it until things got rough, and I was left holding the bag. In many respects, it was my bag to hold, BUT the Fox had advised me what to put in the bag, and where to carry it. So when the Fox went out of their way to point the finger at me, I wanted to cry fowl.
I stood up at a meeting to explain it all, and all that came out of my mouth was “Ring ding ding ding ding dingeringeding.” It made sense when the Fox said it to me. I should have known better.