Today after work, I saw a “Make a wish” box in the lobby while waiting to attend a client dinner coaching session. It was a box with a few hundred wishes from local orphans. I picked one up, and read it. It was from a 6 year old girl. The age of my oldest Daughter. She wrote on her make a wish card. “I wish I could have a new t-shirt, and a pair of sock for Christmas” My eyes swelled up. And then my client walked in. I’ll check back tommorow, they will be there all week.

Save Time and Money with Better Communication
I’m sitting in a meeting, internally rolling my eyes, because “Chad” has hijacked it again. At this point, his voice is like fingernails on a chalkboard to me, as he repeats the same tired axe that he always grinds. This meeting isn’t even about what he’s talking about! And I can’t help noticing that he’s wrong about some of the things he’s saying. I choose not to engage because I’ve learned from past attempts that


