Two For The Road
In the next two days, we will be posting two of our best podcast to date.
The first of the two:
Delirious? sat in for a podcast and talked with us prior to their Northern California tour stop. It was an amazing concert.
Second:
I sit down with Former NFL Dallas Cowboy, Scott Galbraith and talk about a recent outing we did. This episode propels the process of racial reconciliation.
Two for the road...
Tune In. The Triad Podcast.
www.jasonharper.cc
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Slow But Steady
Thousand sorries for the turtle pace of new podcasts. They continue to flow to itunes, but posting on the main site has been slow... need automation.
Regardless two new posts:
Episode 75: Behavior Blowouts: JHarp's Lost It
Copy and paste:
http://media.ccconline.cc/outreach/jetplanefinal.mp3
Episode 76: Thread of Influence : Triad Turns 1 Yr Old
Copy and paste:
http://media.ccconline.cc/outreach/influenial.mp3
Much Love. Much Hope.
Jason Harper
jharp
www.jasonharper.cc
Regardless two new posts:
Episode 75: Behavior Blowouts: JHarp's Lost It
Copy and paste:
http://media.ccconline.cc/outreach/jetplanefinal.mp3
Episode 76: Thread of Influence : Triad Turns 1 Yr Old
Copy and paste:
http://media.ccconline.cc/outreach/influenial.mp3
Much Love. Much Hope.
Jason Harper
jharp
www.jasonharper.cc
Friday, March 23, 2007
Slow Down. Speak Life.
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. that group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."
Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."
"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
Today, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
Don’t pass up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. that group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."
Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."
"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
Today, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
Don’t pass up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Bend History
"Let no one be discouraged by the belief there is nothing one man or one woman can
do against the enormous array of the world's ills, against misery and ignorance,
injustice and violence... Few will have the greatness to bend history itself, but
each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total of all
those acts will be written the history of our generation."
What if you were one of the few that could bend history? Meaning, your simple actions today could make significant impacts on tomorrow...
What if today your only goal was to work to change a small portion of events... if each of us sought to love, lead, and listen...
We could add these snapshots of hope to the photo album of greatness and record a remarkable world, with remarkable people.
Bend history,
Jharp
do against the enormous array of the world's ills, against misery and ignorance,
injustice and violence... Few will have the greatness to bend history itself, but
each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total of all
those acts will be written the history of our generation."
What if you were one of the few that could bend history? Meaning, your simple actions today could make significant impacts on tomorrow...
What if today your only goal was to work to change a small portion of events... if each of us sought to love, lead, and listen...
We could add these snapshots of hope to the photo album of greatness and record a remarkable world, with remarkable people.
Bend history,
Jharp
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