Preaching...From The Other World
I entered the office and he was there...huge man wearing attractive clothes. I wondered who let him in without asking me first...besides, I don't remember I have any meetings. I stretched my arm to greet him but he didn't check hands! he just stood up and smiled.
"Do I know you? Have I seen you before?" I asked. He said "Everyday...but I don't think you notice."
I put my bag on the desk when he pointed to a photo on the desk asking "your kid?"
I smiled "yes". He resumed "by adoption?". My heart beats were racing "How did you know?!"
He smiled "Don't you think that you cannot just turn someone who was raised in the streets into some decent form? I mean...what was raised inside a kid during his childhood is the thing that actually lasts."
Calmly I replied "I disagree...people always have a potential to change to a better personality...if they have the will and support."
He interrupted "Aha....that's why he erased all your events' photos although you told him not to touch your stuff without permission. You keep telling him a lot of things that he never does, remember? Just play back all the instructions and think; what out of all that you said was actually done by him?"
I stepped back...for the first time in my life I feel scared!
He wasn't pulled back by my scary look, surprisingly he resumed "And by the way, don't send this invoice...they will never pay it anyway. You know you never learn from your mistakes...too weak to face the real world. You just make a fool of yourself. This same company that didn't pay for the last task for months, how can you just accept to work with them again?! You consider being professional and decent with people is YOUR WAY of gaining them although you know deep inside that you are just coward to fight; you don't have enough courage to do what you call "dirty work" just to take what is your own right."
I could feel the heat of anger raising the room temperature to the double that I was sweating a lot. I never hated anything in my life like being called "a coward". I replied in an anger tone that I couldn't hide "Do you call the dirty work a courageous deed? and you consider principles as being coward? What an analysis!!"
The smile never left his lips. He said in the same calm tone" Business is not for someone like you. You are getting angry at me because I am trying to help but you could never get that angry with any of your customers to ask for your own rights. Actually, you even allow them to abuse you through what you call (principles). Being smart is knowing how to use these principles and when. Principles can take many shapes depending on the culture and people. If you are ready to give up your dreams for the sake of some outdated principles, then do. At the end, you will change nothing. Those who run business will stay successful and people will always behave in the same way...only you will get out of the game...and actually for nothing, not even a single footprint behind...nothing of your principles!"
My heart aches...I saw that big building of my company with employees everywhere, active and happy, and that green garden around...
My dream was intruded by his voice again "You will lose all your life...not just your work. Even the one you loved, you are depriving yourself from being with him, again because of your principles. What principles can destroy your career, personal life and the people you love? What principles can control you to live miserable life? Just name only three things that you gained out of these principles...just three things of real value to your life."
My mind was blocked. I know I can name three but I lost them!
He continued "By now, you should have been rich after all these years of struggling in the market. You have all the qualifications to succeed but you never actually used them. You are just using your principles! You should have been with the one you love...you deserve this. Don't just give up what's yours for others...how can you be such a surrendering person?! Fight for what you want...even if you have to stab the other party in the middle of the struggle...you have to defend yourself...no one can ever blame you for that. Are you supposed to just let him stab you instead?! Where's your will? Show me the persistence."
The headache was hammering my head strongly that I screamed "Just get out please".
He laughed "Even when you kick me out, you are begging...pleassssseee".
He turned to leave when I said in a very low defeated tone "Just leave your number in case I needed you".
He turned his face to me with a very big smile "I am always here. I never leave."
"Do I know you? Have I seen you before?" I asked. He said "Everyday...but I don't think you notice."
I put my bag on the desk when he pointed to a photo on the desk asking "your kid?"
I smiled "yes". He resumed "by adoption?". My heart beats were racing "How did you know?!"
He smiled "Don't you think that you cannot just turn someone who was raised in the streets into some decent form? I mean...what was raised inside a kid during his childhood is the thing that actually lasts."
Calmly I replied "I disagree...people always have a potential to change to a better personality...if they have the will and support."
He interrupted "Aha....that's why he erased all your events' photos although you told him not to touch your stuff without permission. You keep telling him a lot of things that he never does, remember? Just play back all the instructions and think; what out of all that you said was actually done by him?"
I stepped back...for the first time in my life I feel scared!
He wasn't pulled back by my scary look, surprisingly he resumed "And by the way, don't send this invoice...they will never pay it anyway. You know you never learn from your mistakes...too weak to face the real world. You just make a fool of yourself. This same company that didn't pay for the last task for months, how can you just accept to work with them again?! You consider being professional and decent with people is YOUR WAY of gaining them although you know deep inside that you are just coward to fight; you don't have enough courage to do what you call "dirty work" just to take what is your own right."
I could feel the heat of anger raising the room temperature to the double that I was sweating a lot. I never hated anything in my life like being called "a coward". I replied in an anger tone that I couldn't hide "Do you call the dirty work a courageous deed? and you consider principles as being coward? What an analysis!!"
The smile never left his lips. He said in the same calm tone" Business is not for someone like you. You are getting angry at me because I am trying to help but you could never get that angry with any of your customers to ask for your own rights. Actually, you even allow them to abuse you through what you call (principles). Being smart is knowing how to use these principles and when. Principles can take many shapes depending on the culture and people. If you are ready to give up your dreams for the sake of some outdated principles, then do. At the end, you will change nothing. Those who run business will stay successful and people will always behave in the same way...only you will get out of the game...and actually for nothing, not even a single footprint behind...nothing of your principles!"
My heart aches...I saw that big building of my company with employees everywhere, active and happy, and that green garden around...
My dream was intruded by his voice again "You will lose all your life...not just your work. Even the one you loved, you are depriving yourself from being with him, again because of your principles. What principles can destroy your career, personal life and the people you love? What principles can control you to live miserable life? Just name only three things that you gained out of these principles...just three things of real value to your life."
My mind was blocked. I know I can name three but I lost them!
He continued "By now, you should have been rich after all these years of struggling in the market. You have all the qualifications to succeed but you never actually used them. You are just using your principles! You should have been with the one you love...you deserve this. Don't just give up what's yours for others...how can you be such a surrendering person?! Fight for what you want...even if you have to stab the other party in the middle of the struggle...you have to defend yourself...no one can ever blame you for that. Are you supposed to just let him stab you instead?! Where's your will? Show me the persistence."
The headache was hammering my head strongly that I screamed "Just get out please".
He laughed "Even when you kick me out, you are begging...pleassssseee".
He turned to leave when I said in a very low defeated tone "Just leave your number in case I needed you".
He turned his face to me with a very big smile "I am always here. I never leave."
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