Chicken Soup of the Soul #7
Big B
I nicknamed him Big B; he was my older brother. We
were total opposites and drove each other crazy, but we
also shared much, creating an unbreakable bond between us.
We both know what it was like to believe that nothing we
did, no matter how hard we tried, felt like it was good
enough. Everyone who knew Big B adored him. He had a huge
heart and believed in everyone else's goodness - except
his own.
Big B tutored hundreds of kids who had been labeled
by society as stupid, lazy, undisciplined or mentally
challenged. My brother saw within them an ability to make
a difference. He himself had a learning disability; it
was his secret. Together he and his students knew what
it felt like to be different in a world that had yet
to understand.
In the last year of Big B's life he had another
challenge to face, his absolute refusal to believe he
was worthy of love. Big B was a beacon of light to all
he touched and everybody knew it - everybody but him.
I was determined to prove to him that he was
worthy of love. As cancer ravaged his body for the
sixth and last time, he finally allowed me to enter
his world of pain and confusion. During the last
weeks of his life, only 80 pounds remained of his
once 190-pound frame. His eyelids would not close, he
was too weak to blink and his voice was a whisper.
All I could do was hold him in my arms and love him.
All he could do was accept it.
Big B was pampered around the clock and he came
to love that. When he was too weak to talk, he would
tap his fingers to motion me to hold his hand. My
brother finally knew how to ask for and receive love!
Decades of fights, misunderstandings and the
helplessness of each feeling the other was unreachable
had vanished. In the end, he totally surrendered to
the wisdom of a higher power to help him understand
the strange concept of self-love.
During one of our last conversations he secretly
whispered to me, "I really am loved, aren't I?" It
was the missing piece to his life's puzzle. He finally
realized that he had the right to be loved.
By Paula Petrovic
from A Cup of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor
Hansen & Barry Spilchuk
Let There Be Peace
A wise old gentleman retired and purchased a modest home near a
junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in
peace and contentment . . . then a new school year began. The very
next afternoon three young boys, full of youthful, after-school
enthusiasm, came down his street, beating merrily on every trash
can they encountered. The crashing percussion continued day after day,
until finally the wise old man decided it was time to take some action.
The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young percussionists
as they banged their way down the street. Stopping them, he said,
"You kids are a lot of fun. I like to see you express your exuberance
like that. Used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do
me a favor? I'll give you each a dollar if you'll promise to come
around every day and do your thing."
The kids were elated and continued to do a bang-up job on the trash
cans. After a few days, the old-timer greeted the kids again, but this
time he had a sad smile on his face. "This recession's really putting
a big dent in my income," he told them. "From now on, I'll only be able
to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans." The noisemakers were
obviously displeased, but they did accept his offer and continued their
afternoon ruckus.
A few days later, the wily retiree approached them again as they
crummed their way down the street. "Look," he said, "I haven't received
my Social Security check yet, so I'm not going to be able to give you
more than 25 cents. Will that be okay?"
"A lousy quarter?" the drum leader exclaimed. "If you think we're
going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter,
you're nuts! No way mister. We quit!"
And the old man enjoyed peace and serenity for the rest of his days.
By Gentle Spaces New
from Condensed Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen & Patty Hansen
Two for the Price of One
"Where's Jamie?" screamed my cousin Lee Ann. "Oh
my God, where is Jamie?" I thought, as we were standing
in the pool at my parents' house. The question about my
five-year-old son's momentary disappearance sent shock
waves through my body.
The entire pool has a safety ledge around the
inside of it and gently slopes to a deep end of only
four feet. It was very common for us to let the younger
children splash their afternoons away in Grandma's
pool while we stood beside them and got totally soaked
with their enthusiasm and the water.
On that scary afternoon when Lee Ann yelled, it
seems that Jamie had been walking near the safety
ledge and slid down into the deeper part. We had
taken our eyes off him for only a split second, and
then he was gone! I quickly spotted him and reached
down to pull him up.
As I yanked him up, he came out kicking and
screaming, crying and fearful, and yelling that he
wanted to get out. My guilt wanted to take him out
and grant him his wish, but my fatherly instincts
told me to stay in the pool with him. Both of us
were shaking as I talked to him and reassured him
that water can be scary and we must respect it. I
held him close as we gently walked around the pool.
After a couple of minutes he said he wasn't afraid
anymore and he started to splash around again.
I was feeling guilty and sorry for myself for
being such a bad father. "Good fathers don't let
their sons almost drown," I was telling myself. Just
at the height of my personal pity party, Lee Ann
walked by and said, "You are a terrific dad and I
really admire the way you handled that. He will never
be afraid of the water again!"
Lee Ann saved two lives that day. She saved my
son's life when she yelled "Where's Jamie!" and she
saved my life, as a father! She took me from pity
to pride with her nurturing comment. It's amazing
what can happen when you look at yourself through
someone else's eyes.
By Barry Spilchuk
from A Cup of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor
Hansen & Barry Spilchuk
Discouraged?
As I was driving home from work one day, I stopped
to watch a local Little League baseball game that was
being played in a park near my home. As I sat down behind
the bench on the first-baseline, I asked one of the boys
what the score was.
"We're behind 14 to nothing," he answered with a smile.
"Really," I said. "I have to say you don't look very
discouraged."
"Discouraged?" the boy asked with a puzzled look on
his face. "Why should we be discouraged? We haven't been
up to bat yet."
By Jack Canfield
from Condensed Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor
Hansen & Patty Hansen
Someone Was Listening
By the end of 1992, Tom's of Maine had entered
successfully into new markets up and down the West
Coast, from Seattle to San Diego, increased our
share of old markets, and produced strong balance
sheets across the board. In the meantime, we had
introduced company-wide retirement savings and
profit-sharing plans, childcare benefits, and
parental leave - all with a company doubling in
sales size every three
years. Our clear sense of identity and purpose had
helped us flourish financially.
We ended up having an expensive problem with our
deodorant. Eager to improve our Honeysuckle Deodorant,
we added lichen to the existing coriander, both of
which are natural antimicrobials, thus doubling the
deodorant's odor-eating power. Because of our corporate
goal of decreasing our dependence on petroleum, we replaced
a petroleum derivative in the deodorant (propylene glycol)
with a vegetable-based glycerin. After a favorable response
in tests among an in-house group, we put the new reformulation
on the shelves.
Within two months the first complaints began, then
increased exponentially over the next several weeks.
Scores of angry customers were on the telephone to tell
us that their deodorant was conking out halfway through
the day. A quick series of consumer tests confirmed that
half of our customers were pleased and half definitely
were not. We went back to the lab and increased the amount
of the lichen and coriander for better deodorant
protection.
But the complaints didn't stop, and the heat from
customers and stores soon demoralized the marketing and
sales departments. We finally decided to put effectiveness
before our principle of decreasing petroleum and replaced
the glycerin with the propylene glycol. We sent samples to
200 of our angriest customers, and they loved it. Marketing
and sales recommended a complete recall of the weak deodorant.
To justify their decision, they pointed to our mission,
which stated the company's aim "to serve our customers by
providing safe, effective, innovative natural products of high
quality." By that measure, the deodorant with the addition
of the petroleum ingredient - the most effective product
we had ever made - did not make the grade either.
A product recall would cost $400,000 - a significant
bite, to say the least, in our anticipated profits for the
year. We had a genuine moral dilemma - profits versus values.
I pointed out that our mission was not a one-sided document;
it also calls on the company to respect the stockholders and
all other financially interested parties. (I was not unaware
of the irony - here was the values-oriented CEO reminding
his marketing and sales department of the bottom line!) If
we were to admit failure, we'd have to rein in plans in the
works to crank up our successful ventures. My managers agreed
to slow down growth and reduce marketing investments that
were already in the works, in order to assure a respectable
profit for the year. It was a more cautious approach that
placed profit goals before growth-rate goals, but it still
protected the trust of customers and the aspirations of our
shareholders.
I authorized the $400,000 recall and thus said good-bye
to 30 percent of our projected annual profits. It was a painful
decision to make, but our sense of identity as a corporation
committed to safety, effectiveness and trust as well as profits
showed us the way out of the crisis. Our ideals won out. Our
mission held up to the test of its central belief: The company
can be financially successful, while behaving in a socially
responsible and environmentally sensitive manner.
There was one catch: What to do with the old inventory?
Depositing it in the dump would create a serious environmental
problem. Colleen Myers came up with a happy solution. A national
organization that worked with the homeless said it wanted the
product - in spite of its marginal effectiveness - as part of
its program to retrain people in personal hygiene habits.
But Tom's had disappointed thousands of loyal customers.
We wrote to the 2,000 who had complained, explaining what had
happened and apologizing. We gave them a free sample of the
formulation; 98 percent liked it and expressed their appreciation
both for the new deodorant and for how the company had handled
itself. Someone was listening.
By Tom Chappell
from Chicken Soup for the Soul at Work
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen,
Maida Rogerson, Martin Rutte & Tim Clauss
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