ANOTHER WAKE UP CALL

     I was feeding the horses when life changed.

     Just slinging hay and singing along (under my breath so as not to scare the horses) with a county and western tune on the radio the morning of September 11, 2001.

     After every major national tragedy some deep-voiced radio guy or TV talking head will say, "We have lost our innocence." That's true, but we have also gained something. We have gained intelligence. The more you know, the less innocent you are.

     I first remember losing my innocence (in the sense we are speaking--stay with me here), and gaining intelligence when John Kennedy was assassinated. After November 22, 1963, I realized how vulnerable our presidents are. When a president visits New Mexico I feel a sense of relief when he leaves. (No Dallas here today.) I lost another chunk of innocence and gained intelligence during the Viet Nam war and Watergate, I now know the depths to which politician can rise.

     Intelligence gained and innocence lost at the World Trade Center. The universe apparently doesn't want any of us walking around here for 187 years so when we get closer to cures for the likes of cancer, nature gives us suicidal terrorists. Life will not be won, and death will not be beaten. I have been reminded of that lesson this time by strangers whose names I can't pronounce and whose beliefs I can't comprehend. I won't forget again.

     Living, it has been said, is the only game where we learn the rules as we play the game. So, if we stay alert at all, the longer we live the more time we get to know how life works. We lose innocence and gain intelligence minute by minute. We understand mortality. We see everyday that good guys don't always win and bad guys don't always lose. We recognize that life has a plan of its own, which may or may not have anything to do with us. Just about the time we really have it figured out, the whistle blows and the game is over. I get it.

Lesson: In life's school the teacher never sleeps.

GETTING AND GIVING

"I give them eight hours of my blood, sweat and tears, and they give me money and a dental plan. We're even."

That certainly is a good start in defining a low-grade, give-and-take, internal relationship with a job, but I don't believe anyone's work is that shallow. If you wish to be excited, passionate and truly committed to what you do for a living, you need to look outside of the job itself for your getting and giving.

Getting

Nothing is wrong with getting. How excited, passionate and committed you are doesn't matter, if you can't make a living at that which you're attempting to make a living at, you can't keep doing it. The bottom line prevails. First things first, work must support you in the manner in which you wish to be supported before you can move on to passion, excitement and commitment.

But all can't be about getting.

What you get from your job: money, benefits, social status, self-esteem, an extended family, and a home away from home often may seem to occupy an all-too-large chunk of your relationship with work. How about what you give through your work?

Giving

The job you do must be recognized by your department, your company, community, and some segment of society as beneficial, or you could not make a living at that pursuit.

How do others benefit from what you do for a living?

Consider the hardy, robust relationship you would develop with your work if you focused at least as long on the benefits you provide as you do on the benefits you derive.


Lesson: What you give with your work is every bit as important as what you get.