I was under the impression that given the war in Iraq, Afghanistan and the situation in Pakistan, and, then too, the nasty video tape Osama gave the world as his Christmas gift last week, that it was still him our illustrious president was trying to find. But I saw in the paper a couple days ago that the FBI has its sites set on an entirely different target as they published updated photo’s of what D.B. Cooper, who jumped out of an airplane in 1971 (and whom I am quite sure has been dead ever since) would possibly look like today. I mean I am glad they have the time and manpower to stick with it like that. Osama? Nah, D.B. Cooper, THAT’s the guy we want. I wonder sometimes if there is enough brainpower in this entire administration to light a 40 watt bulb. Actually, I don’t wonder, I am pretty sure there isn’t.<\/p>\n
So, here’s a free tip. Let’s forget about D.B. Cooper. He got away, or he didn’t, but that $200,000 has never been found and it isn’t going to be. We’ve spent a trillion and a half dollars in Iraq. Could we get a little perspective going here? Let’s find Osama, commit resources to THAT little task, put him on trial and get this whole Al-Qaeda thing behind us. Just a thought.<\/p>\n
And, because, there is this lingering sadness which I know is going to last through the 11th of February, experience has taught me, I’m just going to reproduce a gem from Steve Goodier today. The advice is quite good. If we tried it, we might even find Osama. It isn’t rocket science that is needed, it is love, loving enough to learn another’s language, even if that language isn’t words. much love, :^) gene<\/p>\n
LEARN TO SPEAK THEIR LANGUAGE<\/p>\n
A woman was explaining her theory of putting her children to bed: “I
\nnever tell bedtime stories that begin with ‘Once upon a time,'” she
\nsaid. “If I really want to put them to sleep, I start off with, ‘Now,
\nwhen I was your age…'” It’s nice to understand people so well that
\nwe know just what to say! Here is a mother who could speak her
\nchildren’s language.<\/p>\n
The story is told of the most famous elephant in the world — a huge,
\nbeautiful and gentle beast named Bozo. Children extended open palms
\nfilled with peanuts for the Indian elephant, who gently plucked them
\nfrom little hands and seemed to smile as he ate his treats.<\/p>\n
But one day, for some inexplicable reason, Bozo changed. He almost
\nstampeded the man who cleaned his cage. He charged children at the
\ncircus and became incorrigible. His owner knew he would have to
\ndestroy the once-gentle giant.<\/p>\n
In order to raise money for a new elephant, the circus owner held a
\ncruel exhibition. He sold tickets to witness Bozo’s execution and, on
\nthe appointed day, his arena was packed. Three men with high-powered
\nrifles rose to take aim at the great beast’s head.<\/p>\n
Just before the signal was given to shoot, a little, stubby man in a
\nbrown hat stepped out of the crowd and said to the elephant’s owner,
\n“Sir, this is not necessary. Bozo is not a bad elephant.”<\/p>\n
“But he is,” the man argued. “We must kill him before he kills
\nsomeone.”<\/p>\n
“Sir, give me two minutes alone in his cage,” the visitor pleaded,
\n“and I’ll prove to you that you are wrong. He is not a bad elephant.”<\/p>\n
After a few more moments of discussion (and a written statement
\nabsolving the circus of liability if the man should be injured), the
\nkeeper finally agreed to allow the man inside Bozo’s cage. The
\nman removed his brown derby and entered the cage of the bellowing and
\ntrumpeting beast.<\/p>\n
Before the elephant could charge, the man began to speak to him. Bozo
\nseemed to immediately quiet down upon hearing the man’s words. Nearby
\nspectators could also hear the man, but they could not understand him,
\nfor he spoke a foreign language. Soon the great animal began to
\ntremble, whine and throw his head about. Then the stranger walked up
\nto Bozo and stroked his trunk. The great elephant tenderly wrapped his
\ntrunk around the man, lifted him up and carried him around his cage
\nbefore carefully depositing him back at the door. Everyone applauded.<\/p>\n
As the cage door closed behind him, the man said to Bozo’s keeper,
\n“You see, he is a good elephant. His problem is that he is an Indian
\nelephant and understands one language.” He explained that Bozo was
\nfrustrated and confused. He needed someone who could speak his
\nlanguage. “I suggest, sir, that you find someone in London to come in
\noccasionally and talk to the elephant. If you do, you’ll have no
\nproblems.”<\/p>\n
The man picked up his brown derby and walked away. It was at that time
\nthat the circus owner looked carefully at the signature on the paper
\nhe held in his hand — the note absolving the circus of responsibility
\nin the case he was injured inside the elephant’s cage. The statement
\nwas signed by Rudyard Kipling.<\/p>\n
People also become frustrated and angry when they are not understood.
\nBut great relationships are formed by parents who learn to speak their
\nchildren’s language; lovers who speak each other’s language;
\nprofessionals who speak the language of their staff and clients. When
\npeople understand that YOU understand, that you empathize with their
\nheartaches and understand their problems, then you are speaking their
\nlanguage! It is the beginning of true communication.<\/p>\n
— Steve Goodier<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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