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My Journey to A New Perspective: Part 2

Didn’t I tell you that I would be back? Well here I am; I have kept my word.

Now I am going to share something with you on the topic of keeping my word.....actually, I will return to that so stay tune.

First of all, I am still recovering from the heart breaking defeat of the Toronto Raptors in Game 7 of the NBA Playoffs. What a series! I have been watching the NBA for many years (of course I won’t tell you how many years, because you will get a hint on my age), and every Playoff series is always better than the previous one. The Raptors put the City on the map with their performance, but the fans were off the charts with their show of support. Cold, rain, traffic, nothing could stop them from coming to celebrate their team in the streets of Toronto. It was simply unbelievable. Now my eyes are on the San Antonio Spurs, my favourite team to win it all.

Wait and see.

Now let's return to the topic of keeping my word.

A few years ago, I completed an intensive training program at one of the top personal development training companies in the word. What I learned was extremely valuable even though sometimes I felt like I was training to be in the Marines. It was intense.

One of the things they would say was that “without integrity nothing works”. They defined integrity as “honouring your word”. In other words, if you say you are going to do something then you must do it. When you miss your mark (which happens to all of us), you have to restore your integrity and put a plan in place so that it doesn't happen again.

I had the opportunity to be part of the coaching team, and instead of it becoming easier it became even more challenging.

I remember being late one day for our 6 o’clock coaches meeting. It was so embarrassing. The funny thing is that I was in the building way before 6 o’clock, but someone asked for my help to fix something, and I agreed to help; unfortunately, I forgot to check the time on my watch. Needless to say, I ended up being 30 seconds late for the meeting. Now to most people being 30 seconds late is no big deal, in fact, many might say that I was still on time. Well, the reality is that as far as my coaching group was concerned I was late and being late was a big deal! Remember: I gave my word that I would be there at 6 o’clock sharp.
You should have seen my face, in front of a dozen of coaches, with all of them looking at me without saying anything. I knew exactly what I had to do at that moment: I had to restore my integrity in front of everybody.

Looking back, I can honestly tell you that I learned a great lesson from this experience. Would you like to know why? When I reflect on my past, most of the times to probably all of the times when I got myself into trouble it was because I did not honour my word.  I did not do what I said I would do. Even now, I still have  to restore my integrity with a number of people. Let me tell you that it is easier said than done, but I pray every day to have the strength to deal with it. Keeping my word and restoring my integrity when I fall short of keeping my word are a couple of the things I was reminded of during my hibernation.

Stay tune for more to come.


Moral of the story? Do you want to avoid being late for 30 seconds? Keep reading my blog and you will restore your integrity.

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