Priority Test
Many of my online friends i’ve never seen, but i know – most of them are not successful. They did not make career, they do not have much money, they are not “VIPs”, they don’t belong to the ruling class of the HaveMores, they are simple humans.
Actually, each and every of my friends is a NIP – a not important person. One of them even choosed his moniker according to that: He called himself “Nemo”.
Another friend of mine has to stand poor health care conditions because of lack of money, so it seems as if lack of money and success is a flaw, the “reward” for being not able to become rich and influential.
But i know it better. Because both are much too proud and hot-tempered to be able to lick boots – and if you are not rich by birth, you have to lick boots, at least every now and then. (And if you are rich? Then beware of being called “Laura”.) Never heard a business men grumble about clients? Do you really believe he will dare to be honest? You can bet, he will do exactly that: lick boots.
So you may understand, why Nemo can’t be successful – too honest and too proud.
Another friend of mine tries to work fulltime while nursing her mother, the next friend took the graveyard shift to care for his little son, suffering from asthma – because the graveyard shift means more money and more time just to be a good dad. Not the perfect employee! The perfect employee offers 24/7 availability to his boss, always in stand-by mode, even at night or in holidays reachable by mobile equipment. Can you imagine a careerist going to the zoo with his little son, always talking to clients? Or reading from Harry Potter? One sentence – ring, ring, ring, blablabla – next sentence – ring, ring, ring, blablabla – next sentence – ring, ring, ring, blablabla – next sentence. Very sexy. I guess, that’s the best strategy to convince your child to learn to read.
Then there is this friend from Eastern Germany: All the world around him crumbled away after the Fall of the Wall, but he didn’t give up. He opened a music store, but then the Internet came and all his world crumbled away, but he didn’t give up, opened an art supply store and now learns all about the Internet. He has seen better times, but he doesn’t moan and he doesn’t whine, he doesn’t beg and he doesn’t plead, he just rolls up his sleeves and gets to work – and enjoys it to do a good job. For him, money would be great, but success is more than just licking the right boots, it’s about effective work and effort, satisfied clients, efficient software or good quality of products and services.
Able to survive great changes in life – on his own, not by daddy and his money, not by the “right” husband or wife, not by mighty sponsers, only by his own energy, creativity and endurance. “The journey is the reward”, he says.
NIPs.
All of my friends are “not important persons”, they got nothing for free, could never fail without having to pay the price. None of them were pampered and protected from reality by the mercy of Daddies Dollars – but they are able to pass the ultimate priority test.
None of them would push away a mother and her child to get the last place on a Titanic lifeboat, none of them will have to understand that the shroud has no pockets and mourn about wrong decisions...
in the face of the ultimate judge, the one who treats all alike, the one who will never be bribable, the one, who can never be doubted:
Death.
(Tsk, tsk, tsk, your own one, George, not the death of others just because spoiled kids love to push buttons! And believe me, George – your death will come, nothing will save you, not even the money of Daddy.)
Death. The own Death.
The perfect priority test: Only the true values survive the face of the Grim Reaper.