The achievement of one goal should be the starting point of another.
– Alexander Graham Bell

Has the best television set assembled? Have we made the best automobile? Have we made the best computer? Have we invented the most effective medicine to cure the most difficult disease? In management people talk about continuous improvement as a tool for growth in order to remain in business. In fact it applies to everyone.

Robin Sharma said that success breeds failure! Sounds interesting? But it is true for ordinary people who consider success as the destination. For the extraordinary people, one success is the beginning of another task. They are not satisfied with what they have achieved. They are focussed on what’s not yet been achieved. Anyone who does not understand this simple principle will soon become complacent and the success will get into his head.

It is said that Olympic Gold Medalists go through a syndrome called POD, meaning ‘Post Olympic Depression’. The Olympic gold medal winner gets so focussed and works very hard and wins a gold medal. The winning takes place in a matter of few seconds, for which he would have worked for years all day long. After he achieves his victory, the question is ‘what next’ and for a normal person there is nothing beyond an Olympic Gold Medal. This situation leads to a state of mind called ‘Post Olympic Depression’ syndrome. They overcome this by fixing their next goal even more than what they have achieved.

We need to keep moving from one success to another and believe that success is not a destination but a journey. The quest for improving our own performance is very essential to keep our excitement glowing!

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Stay with this — the answer is at the end.

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events.
The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general..

The Grandfather replied, “Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:

television

penicillin

polio shots

frozen foods

Xerox

contact lenses

Frisbees and

the pill

there were no:

credit cards

laser beams or

ball-point pens

Man had not invented:

pantyhose

air conditioners

dishwashers

clothes dryers

and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and

man hadn’t yet walked on the moon


Your Grandmother and I got married first, .. … … and then lived together..

Every family had a father and a mother.

We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.

Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.

We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.

Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was even a bigger privilege..

Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.

Draft dodgers were those who closed front doors as the evening breeze started.

Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends – not purchasing condominiums.

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.

We listened to Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President’s speeches on our radios.

And I don’t ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.

If you saw anything with ‘Made in Japan’ on it, it was junk

The term ‘making out’ referred to how you did on your school exam..

Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, and instant coffee were unheard of.

We had 5 & 10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.

Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.

And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.

You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . .. . but who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day:

“grass” was mowed,

“coke” was a cold drink,

“pot” was something your mother cooked in and

“rock music” was your grandmother’s lullaby.

“Aids” were helpers in the Principal’s office,

” chip” meant a piece of wood,

“hardware” was found in a hardware store and

“software” wasn’t even a word.

And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.

No wonder people call us “old and confused” and say there is a generation gap. and how old do you think I am?

I bet you have this old man in mind…you are in for a shock!

Read on to see — pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.

Are you ready ?????
This man would be only 59 years old.

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