01.30.07
The 90/10 principle!
I recieved this earlier today…
It’s really worth reading… Enjoy…
Rou…
Author: Stephen Covey
Discover the 90/10 Principle.
It will change your life (at least the way you react to situations).
What is this principle? 10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react.
What does this mean? We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us.
We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic.
We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%.
How? ……….By your reaction.
You cannot control a red light. But you can control your reaction. Don’t let people fool you; YOU can control how you react.
Let’s use an example.
You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just happened.
What happens next will be determined by how you react.
You curse.
You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over. She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus.
Your spouse must leave immediately for work. You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit.
After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 traffic fine away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home.
When you arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter.
Why? …. Because of how you reacted in the morning.
Why did you have a bad day?
A) Did the coffee cause it?
B) Did your daughter cause it?
C) Did the policeman cause it?
D) Did you cause it?
The answer is “D”.
You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.
Here is what could have and should have happened.
Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say, “Its ok honey, you just need to be more careful next time”. Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.
Notice the difference?
Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both ended different.
Why?
Because of how you REACTED.
You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% was determined by your reaction.
Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle. If someone says something negative about you, don’t be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You don’t have to let the negative comment affect you!
React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc.
How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you lose your temper? Pound on the steering wheel? A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off) Do you curse?
Does your blood pressure skyrocket? Do you try and bump them?
WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the cars ruin your drive?
Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it.
You are told you lost your job.
Why lose sleep and get irritated? It will work out. Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job.
The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why take outpour frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over what is going on.
Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger. Why get stressed out? It will just make things worse.
Now you know the 90-10 principle. Apply it and you will be amazed at the results.
You will lose nothing if you try it. The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle.
The result?
Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache. We all must understand and apply the 90/10 principle.
It CAN change your life!!!
Enjoy….
01.25.07
On Egypt (Dr. Ahmed Khaled Tawfik)
جاءت هذه المحادثة فى راوية كلمنجارو العدد 25 سلسلة سفارى من صفحة 11 الى13
قالت برنادت ذات ليلة لعلاء و هى تعد الشاي:
-هل مصر بلد جميل؟
فكرت قليلا ثم قلت:
- لا ادرى انا لم اتساءل قط ان كانت امى جميلة ام لا… انها امى و كفى… لنقل ان ملامحها تشعرنى بالالفة و الراحة…
- لكنك فررت منها… اعنى مصر لا امك طبعا…
- هناك لحظة تجدين نفسك عاجزة عن اضافة او تغيير شئ… كل ما تكرهين لا يتبدل و كل ما تحبين يتم تدميره بعناية و دقة… عندها تشعرين بالاحباط و تتساءلين: لماذا لم يحبنى هذا البلد كما احببته ؟ ثم تشعرين بالياس و تفرين… و الامر فى النهاية يتلخص فى ان خلاياى مصرية سواء اردت او لم ارد
و ساد الصمت…
كنت احلم احلم بصوت الشيخ (رفعت) يقرا القران قبل الافطار فى رمضان… احلم بطبق الفول المعدنى مع رغفين و بصلة على عربة يد… بالذات على عربة يد… رائحة الطباق من مقاهى الحسين… صوت خرفشة الثوم فى المطبخ ضمن طقوس اعداد التقلية… رائحة التقلية ذاتها… النيل وقت العصر… الشاى على الفحم و الذرة فى الحقل… (زينات صدقى) العانس الابدية و حاجب (فريد شوقى) الايسر… مباراة الاهلى و الزمالك… مذاق الدوم فى اثناء العودة من المدرسة…
من الغريب ان هذه الاشياء تثب الى ذهنى تلقائيا حين اتكلم عن مصر… لا يثب الى ذهنى الكرنك و النيل و الهرم كما علمنى مدرس التعبير فى المدرسة و لكن عشرات التفاصيل الصغيرة التى لم اتخيل الحياة من دونها قط… و لو تحدثت عن التقلية فى موضوع التعبير لنلت صفرا…
ما وراء الطبيعة
أسطورة البيت
د. رفعت إسماعيل
“وطنك هو المكان الذى ارتديت فيه أول سروال طويل فى حياتك… و لعبت أول مباراة كرة قدم… و سمعت أول قصيدة… و كتبت أول خطاب حب و تلقيت أول علقة… من معلمك أو خصومك فى المدرسة… وطنك هو المكان الذى ذهبت فيه للمسجد لأول مرة وحدك و خلعت حذائك متحديا صديقك أن يقف جوارك لتريا أيكما أطول قامة… ووطنك هو أول مكان تمرغت على عشبه فى صراع مع صديق لدود من أجل فتاة لا تعرف شيئا عن كليكما
01.24.07
قالولي بتحب مصر فقلت مش عارف …للشاعر تميم البرغوثي
قالولي بتحب مصر فقلت مش عارف
أنا لما اشوف مصر ع الصفحة بكون خايف
ما يجيش في بالي هرم ما يجيش في بالي نيل
ما يجيش في بالي غيطان خضرا وشمس أصيل
ولا جزوع فلاحين لو يعدلوها تميل
حكم الليالي ياخدهم في الحصاد محاصيل
ويلبّسوهم فراعنة ساعة التمثيل
وساعة الجد فيه سخرة وإسماعيل
ما يجيش في بالي عرابي ونظرته في الخيل
وسعد باشا وفريد وبقيّة التماثيل
ولا ام كلثوم في خِمسانها ولا المنديل
الصبح في التاكسي صوتها مبوظُّه التسجيل
ما يجيش في بالي العبور وسفارة اسرائيل
ولا الحضارة اللي واجعة دماغنا جيل ورا جيل
قالولي بتحب مصر أخدني صمت طويل
وجت في بالي ابتسامة وانتهت بعويل
01.22.07
Which is more precious?
هو المكان هو اللي عزيز…؟
ولا الناس هم اللي أعز…؟
هو أكيد الجاي لذيذ…؟
و لا صحيح الذكرى ألذ…؟
جزء من أغنية من فيلم الحياه منتهى اللذة
01.16.07
One of these days…
Sometimes I wake up in the morning with a completely undefined mood… An indifferent way of thinking that scares me to death… Today was one of those days…
The first thing that crossed my mind while opening my eyes in the morning was… “No! Not another working day! Oh God, why wouldn’t I just go up and leave… leave whatever… Work… Country… Life…!”
I tried to throw these pessimistic thoughts away and got myself out of bed…
“My daily morning black Nescafe will make it…” I say to myself. “He’s brilliant; whosever invented this drink!” I thought, as the amazing familiar power rushes to my exploded head.
As I moved to my bedroom again, I decided to wear something delightful today… for a change. I caught myself staring aimlessly in my clothes for more than 20 minutes, and since I didn’t want to spend half of the day in front of my drawers choosing an apparently delightful color, but yet an internally unpleasant one, so – as expected – I turned to my all times combination of blacks and blues and chose what to wear…
On my way to the outside door I pass by the living room, and with a stealthy glance I noticed the morning newspaper thrown carelessly on the floor… I took a second to lean down and pick it up, thought of reading it… then changed my mind, threw it on the couch and moved to the door again… well, the point is that I don’t read the morning papers anymore… In fact, I was never fond of reading newspapers in the first place… always thought that reality lies somewhere else, and believed that news with its real meaning lies in those streets we never walk in and if we ever thought of passing through them, we pass rapidly and have a quick look on them through our well-shut car windows!
I stepped out of the apartment and pressed the elevator’s button to lift it up, and as I waited for it to arrive, I thought about not reading the morning papers again… well… it somehow did affect me I must say… I realized that sometimes I know about important events long after their occurrence… I hear about those incidents from people’s stories, and it makes me feel really ignorant sometimes, but I mockingly work around and use my previous experiences with the never-changing life episodes to get an average overview on what happened; after all it’s always the same play; only the players names change…
I stepped into my car, and as I started its engine, the music started to flow… “I love music…” I thought. Sometimes I feel that music plays my life’s soundtrack; gives it its rhythm, plays the narrator’s role, and even attacks me with critiques and commentaries…
When somebody asks me about my hobbies I always reply with whatever I like except for music, and when one of my friends asked one day why don’t I ever mention music I replied “Because listening to music is not a hobby I have; it’s simply flowing into my blood, and I never exaggerate when I say that I find it hard to concentrate at work without music flowing to my brain…”
I love all kinds of music… some people find this weird, but I don’t see it from their view… I listen to all kinds of music, and every style has its favorite time… it’s that simple…
Sometimes while humming any of my favorite songs I get the feeling that I have a beautiful voice, and that I can get the right tone, but soon enough I consider it hallucinations resulting from my overabundance addiction to music, yet this never prevented me from singing for hours in my room while staring at my mirror… J
I arrived in front of the gloomy dull building, stepped off my car, entered the building, and took the elevator up to the forth floor… walked through the partitions till I reached mine, stared at my irksome screen, then picked up my copybook and started writing…
Why am I writing this…? I have no clue…
May be I just wanted to make sure that I’m still alive if I saw my handwriting…
May be I just wanted to make sure that I still breathe… still dream… still enjoy whatever I used to enjoy…
May be I just wanted to read anything that reminds me of myself… remind me of what I felt, dreamt, and loved… anything that reminds me of my desires, pains, and needs…
I’m not sure why I wrote this… all I know is that I felt better after I wrote it…
And this is all I need to know for now…
I’m hoping for the better…
Rou…
