Stabbing jelly…..
by Sunil Bali, 01-04-12
As part of my mis-spent youth, I used to play table-tennis for hours on end. It wasn’t long before I was selected for the school team.
Despite my very best efforts however, I couldn’t get into the County team. A place in the team was like stabbing jelly: I just couldn’t pin one down.
The problem was that I had no game plan. Mine was a counter attacking game. Although I was well prepared to counter everything my opponent threw at me, I was always countering and the other player dictated the tempo.
Once I went on the offensive, had a plan of attack and made the first move, I started winning more games and was selected for the County team.
Last week, I met a very successful entrepreneur who increased the profits of his recruitment business last year. When I asked him how he had achieved such great results in a recession, he replied, “We agreed a plan at the beginning of the year where we decided not to participate in the recession.”
If you have a plan to chase your passion rather than your pension and make the first move, you may be surprised how well life responds to you.
Quotes
The best parts of this world were not fashioned by those who were realistic. They were fashioned by those who dared to look hard at their wishes and gave them horses to ride – Richard Bolles
The difference between school and life? In school, you’re taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you’re given a test that teaches you a lesson – Tom Bodette
We don’t have five senses, we have six senses; intuition being the sixth and most important sense. Once you learn to trust yourself, the world will bow at your feet – Jackson Kiddard
He who has a why to live, can bear almost any how – Friedrich Nietzsche
Humour
An extra dose this week, given that my next column will be on 15th April.
Psalm 129
A priest offered a Nun a lift.
She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident.
After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.
The nun said, ‘Father, remember Psalm 129?’
The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, ‘Father, remember Psalm 129?’
The priest apologized ‘Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.’
Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.
On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129.
It said, ‘Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.’
And finally, two minutes of pure genius from my favourite comedian,
Micky Flanagan (2 min video)
I hope you have a fabulous Easter.
To your success,
Sunil
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