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  “Well, brother,” said the preacher, cheerfully accepting the gift, “in that case, the devil has had his hands on it long enough. Now let’s see what the Lord will do with it.”James Dent

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  As a new minister, I wanted my first holiday services to be both attractive and meaningful. The Christmas eve service included a candle-lighting ceremony in which each congregant lit a candle from his neighbor’s candle. At the conclusion of the ceremony, the congregation sat hushed, pondering the beauty of the moment. I rose to announce a hymn and was taken completely by surprise when laughter broke out in response to my invitation: “Now that everyone is lit, let’s sing ‘Joy to the World.’ ”

  Shall We Dance?

  By Neil Simon

  September 1999

  From The Play Goes On

  Sometime after the opening of The Sunshine Boys and George Burns’s winning of the Oscar, my then-wife, Marsha Mason, threw a 50th-birthday party for me in Beverly Hills. There were about a hundred guests, and my mother sat at our table. She was looking at the far end of the room where George Burns was sitting with his costar, Walter Matthau.

  In one of my plays, there is a scene where the mother tells her son about the night she danced with actor George Raft when she was a young girl. That scene was based on a story my mother had told me over and over again.

  When she was 16, living in the Bronx, Mamie Levy (my mom) was known as one of the best ballroom dancers in the neighborhood. A fellow would have to be pretty light-footed on the dance floor to have the nerve to ask her for a spin around the room. One night, a young George Burns, who was better known then for his fox-trots and tangos than he was for his comedy, dropped in.

  In my play I used the name of George Raft instead of George Burns, since a Latin Lover made the story more provocative. But it was George Burns who spied her on the floor that night and chose her as his dancing partner for the better part of the evening. The next day, Mamie Levy was the talk of the east Bronx. Overnight she had become, at least in that small corner of the world, a star.

  My mother played and replayed that glorious night in her life, telling it to me over and over again from the time I was seven through my entire childhood. I’d nod each time and say, “Gee, that’s great, Mom.”

  And each time she’d say, “You don’t believe me.”

  Now it was almost 60 years later, and she was in the same room with George Burns again. I knew this was an opportunity not to be missed. I said, “Mom, come with me. I want to introduce you to George.”

  To my surprise, she declined. “No, I’d be embarrassed. He’d never remember me.”

  “Well, you could remind him,” I said.

  “No, it’s all right. Besides, you never believed that story.”

  I felt frustrated but didn’t push it. Twenty minutes later, George started to make his way around the room to take a few bows for his Academy Award. With the ever-present cigar in hand, he stopped to say hello to everyone and never left a table before he got a big laugh.

  A six-piece orchestra was playing and people started to get up to dance. I watched my mother’s eyes as she watched George moving closer to where we were sitting. When he finally came over, he put his arm around my shoulder and said, “Keep up the good work, kid. Someday you’ll make it.” I laughed. My mother smiled politely.

  Then he looked at her and said to me, “And who is this attractive lady, Neil?”

  “George, this is my mother, May Simon,” I told him.

  She nodded, smiled and said, “How do you do?”

  I assumed George would turn and move away to the next table. Instead he said, “Mrs. Simon, would you give me the honor of this dance?”

  She didn’t miss a beat. “I would love to,” she said as she got up and was led away by George.

  It was as if time had never passed. He moved her gracefully across the hardwood floor, although he was now 81 and she was just a few years younger.

  As I watched them, they didn’t seem to exchange a word, their feet being more compatible than their conversation. Everyone was watching, sensing something special was happening, but not having a clue as to what.

  They made their way toward our side of the room. I was praying the music would never stop. As they neared our table, George gave my mother a little spin. As his back was to our table, she looked at me and mouthed, “Now do you believe me?”

  It is an indescribable moment when a son sees his mother getting the greatest thrill of her life. She handled it with grace and dignity. I could see she was overflowing with joy. The tears welled up in my eyes.

  She never once said anything to George about that night almost 60 years before in a Bronx ballroom, and never repeated the story to me ever again. There was no need to.

  All Creatures Great and Small

  A truck ran a red light, almost sideswiping our car. As my husband veered away, he threw his arm across me, protecting me from a possible collision. I was ready to plant a big kiss on my hero’s cheek when he apologized.

  In his haste, he admitted, he had forgotten it was me in the front seat and not our black Labrador, Checkers. April Cole

  The Bottom Line on Happiness

  By Clayton M. Christensen

  February 2011

  Excerpted from Harvard Business Review

  My class at Harvard Business School helps students understand what good management theory is and how it is built. In each session, we look at one company through the lenses of different theories, using them to explain how the company got into its situation and to examine what actions will yield the needed results. On the last day of class, I ask my students to turn those theoretical lenses on themselves to find answers to three questions: First, How can I be sure I’ll be happy in my career? Second, How can I be sure my relationships with my spouse and my family will become an enduring source of happiness? Third, How can I be sure I’ll stay out of jail? Though the last question sounds lighthearted, it’s not. Two of the 32 people in my Rhodes Scholar class spent time in prison. Jeff Skilling of Enron fame was my classmate at Harvard Business School.

  I graduated HBS in 1979, and over the years, I’ve seen more and more of my classmates come to reunions unhappy, divorced and alienated from their children. I can guarantee you that not a single one of them graduated with the deliberate strategy of getting divorced and raising children who would become estranged from them. And yet a shocking number unwittingly implemented that strategy. The reason? They didn’t keep the purpose of their lives front and center.

  Having a clear purpose has been essential to me. But it was something I had to think long and hard about before I understood it. When I was a Rhodes Scholar, I was in a very demanding academic program, trying to cram an extra year’s worth of work into my time at Oxford. I decided to spend an hour every night reading, thinking and praying about why God put me on this earth. It was a very challenging commitment because every hour I spent doing that, I wasn’t studying applied econometrics. I was conflicted about whether I could really afford to take time away from my studies, but I stuck with it and ultimately figured out the purpose of my life.

  My purpose grew out of my religious faith, but faith isn’t the only thing that gives people direction. For example, one of my former students decided that his purpose was to bring honesty and economic prosperity to his country and to raise children who were as capably committed to this cause, and to each other, as he was. His purpose is focused on family and others, as is mine.

  Here are some management tools that can be used to help you lead a purposeful life.

  1. Use your resources wisely.

  Your decisions about allocating your personal time, energy, and talent shape your life’s strategy. I have a bunch of “businesses” that compete for these resources: I’m trying to have a rewarding relatio
nship with my wife, raise great kids, contribute to my community, succeed in my career and contribute to my church. And I have exactly the same problem that a corporation does. I have a limited amount of time, energy and talent. How much do I devote to each of these pursuits?

  Allocation choices can make your life turn out to be very different from what you intended. Sometimes that’s good: Opportunities that you never planned for emerge. But if you don’t invest your resources wisely, the outcome can be bad. As I think about my former classmates who inadvertently invested in lives of hollow unhappiness, I can’t help believing that their troubles relate right back to a short-term perspective.

  When people with a high need for achievement have an extra half hour of time or an extra ounce of energy, they’ll unconsciously allocate it to activities that yield the most tangible accomplishments. Our careers provide the most concrete evidence that we’re moving forward. You ship a product, finish a design, complete a presentation, close a sale, teach a class, publish a paper, get paid, get promoted. In contrast, investing time and energy in your relationships with your spouse and children typically doesn’t offer that same immediate sense of achievement. Kids misbehave every day. It’s really not until 20 years down the road that you can say, “I raised a good son or a good daughter.” You can neglect your relationship with your spouse, and on a daily basis it doesn’t seem as if things are deteriorating. People who are driven to excel have this unconscious propensity to underinvest in their families and overinvest in their careers, even though intimate and loving family relationships are the most powerful and enduring source of happiness.

  If you study the root causes of business disasters, over and over you’ll find this predisposition toward endeavors that offer immediate gratification. If you look at personal lives through that lens, you’ll see the same stunning and sobering pattern: people allocating fewer and fewer resources to the things they would have once said mattered most.

  2. Create a family culture.

  It’s one thing to see into the foggy future with acuity and chart the course corrections a company must make. But it’s quite another to persuade employees to line up and work cooperatively to take the company in that new direction.

  When there is little agreement, you have to use “power tools”—coercion, threats, punishment, and so on, to secure cooperation. But if employees’ ways of working together succeed over and over, consensus begins to form. Ultimately, people don’t even think about whether their way yields success. They embrace priorities and follow procedures by instinct and assumption rather than by explicit decision, which means that they’ve created a culture. Culture, in compelling but unspoken ways, dictates the proven, acceptable methods by which members of a group address recurrent problems. And culture defines the priority given to different types of problems. It can be a powerful management tool.

  I use this model to address the question, How can I be sure my family becomes an enduring source of happiness? My students quickly see that the simplest way parents can elicit cooperation from children is to wield power tools. But there comes a point during the teen years when power tools no longer work. At that point, parents start wishing they had begun working with their children at a very young age to build a culture in which children instinctively behave respectfully toward one another, obey their parents and choose the right thing to do. Families have cultures, just as companies do. Those cultures can be built consciously or evolve inadvertently.

  If you want your kids to have strong self-esteem and the confidence that they can solve hard problems, those qualities won’t magically materialize in high school. You have to design them into your family’s culture, and you have to think about this very early on. Like employees, children build self-esteem by doing things that are hard and learning what works.

  3. Avoid “just this once.”

  We’re taught in finance and economics that in choosing investments, we should ignore sunk and fixed costs and instead base decisions on the marginal costs—that is, the price of each individual new step or purchase. But I teach that this practice biases companies toward using what they’ve already put in place—what helped them succeed in the past—instead of guiding them to create the capabilities they’ll need in the future. If we knew the future would be exactly the same as the past, this would be fine. But if the future’s different, and it almost always is, then it’s the wrong thing to do.

  The marginal cost doctrine addresses the third question I discuss with my students: how to live a life of integrity. Often when we need to choose between right and wrong, a voice in our head says, “Look, I know that as a general rule, most people shouldn’t do this. But in this particular extenuating circumstance, just this once, it’s okay.” The marginal cost of doing something wrong “just this once” always seems alluringly low. It suckers you in, and you don’t look at where that path is ultimately headed and at the full costs that the choice entails. Justification for infidelity and dishonesty in all their manifestations lies in the marginal cost economics of “just this once.”

  I’d like to share a story about how I came to understand the potential damage of “just this once” in my own life. I played on the Oxford University varsity basketball team. We worked our tails off and finished the season undefeated. The guys on the team were the best friends I’ve ever had in my life. We got to the British equivalent of the NCAA tournament and made it to the final four. It turned out the championship game was scheduled for a Sunday. I had made a personal commitment to God at age 16 that I would never play ball on Sunday. So I went to the coach and explained my problem. He was incredulous. My teammates were, too, because I was the starting center. Every one of the guys on the team came to me and said, “You’ve got to play. Can’t you break the rule just this one time?” I’m a deeply religious man, so I went away and prayed about what I should do. I got a very clear feeling that I shouldn’t break my commitment, so I didn’t play in the championship game.

  In many ways, that was a small decision, involving one of several thousand Sundays in my life. In theory, I could have crossed over the line just that one time and then never done it again. But looking back, I can see that resisting the temptation of “just this once” was one of the most important decisions I have ever made. My life has been an unending stream of extenuating circumstances. Had I crossed the line that one time, I would have done it over and over in the years that followed.

  The lesson I learned is that it’s easier to hold to your principles 100 percent of the time than it is to hold to them 98 percent of the time. If you give in to “just this once,” based on a marginal cost analysis, as some of my former classmates did, you’ll regret where you end up. You’ve got to define for yourself what you stand for and draw the line in a safe place.

  4. Remember to be humble.

  It’s crucial to take a sense of humility into the world. If your attitude is that only smarter people have something to teach you, your learning opportunities will be very limited. But if you have a humble eagerness to learn something from everybody, your learning opportunities will be unlimited. Generally you can be humble only if you feel really good about yourself and want to help those around you feel really good about themselves too. When we see people acting in an abusive, arrogant, or demeaning manner toward others, their behavior almost always is a symptom of their lack of self-esteem. They need to put someone else down to feel good about themselves.

  5. Choose the right yardstick.

  Don’t worry about the level of individual prominence you have achieved; worry about the individuals you have helped become better people. This is my final recommendation: Think about the metric by which your life will be judged, and make a resolution to live every day so that in the end, your life will be judged a success.

  All In a Day’s Work

  I had signed up to be a school volunteer and was helping a first-grader with her homework. But it turned out I
was the one in need of help. The assignment required coloring, and I’m color-blind—can’t tell blue from red. As we finished our lesson, I told the little girl, “Next week you can read to me.”

  Looking confused, she said, “Can’t you read, either?” Howard Sieplinga

  Obey That Impulse

  By William Moulton Marston

  April 1941

  Condensed from A CBS Radio Broadcast

  For years as a psychologist I have sought in the careers of great and of everyday people the inner springs that make for successful living. There are two which seem to me of prime importance: The first is hard work, governed by cool, logical thoughtfulness. The other is sudden, warm, impulsive action.

  Admitting that I can’t name a single person of true accomplishment who hasn’t forged out of brains and hard work, I still hazard the sweeping assertion that most of the high spots and many of the lesser successes in their careers stem from impulses promptly turned into action.

  Most of us actually stifle enough good impulses during the course of a day to change the current of our lives. These inner flashes of impulse light up the mind for an instant; then, contented in their afterglow, we lapse back into routine, feeing vaguely that sometime we might do something about it or that at least our intentions were good. In this we sin against the inner self, for impulses set up the lines of communication between the unconscious mind and daily action. Said William James, “Every time a resolve or fine flow of feeling evaporates without bearing fruit, it is worse than a chance lost; it works to hinder future emotions from taking the normal path of discharge.” Thus we fail to build up the power to act in a firm and prompt and definite way upon the principal emergencies of life.

  Once, in Hollywood, where Walter B. Pitkin and I were retained by a motion-picture studio, a young promoter presented an ambitious production idea to us. The plan appealed to both of us. It was, I thought, distinctly worth considering; we could think it over, discuss it and decide later what to do. But even while I was fumbling with the idea, Pitkin abruptly reached for the phone and began dictating a telegram to a Wall Street man he knew. It presented the idea in the enthusiasm of the moment. It carried conviction.