Quit Trying to "sell" me Something Looking back I realized how long I've been in the "Selling Game". As my years begin to sneak up on the milestone of sixty, I feel qualified to spot a pitch artist at work. Pitch Artist The seeds of sales development goes back to seventh grade at St. Martin of Tours Catholic grammar school and Sister Xavier's class. The venerable Sister stood at about five foot two, and no one dared to see if she had eyes of blue, but for sure she ruled her classroom with an iron fist, and what seemed to be an iron ruler. As a youngster trained to respect authority, with a deep fear of the religious habited nuns who, in the case of Sr. Xavier seemed to be beyond my ability to calculate age, I endeavored to win her over. Most everyone in the class was well behaved or worked hard not to get caught by "Xaiver" for even the slightest infraction. I remember the specific cadence of her walk down each row of desks, h
Short essays with #heartwarming, feel-good insights. My hope and prayer are that these articles, from one man’s perspective, might encourage all to live a life of love, and truth, to be encouraged to speak out against injustice. Most of all I believe all of us are born with dignity, an imprint of the Divine Source of Love who created us to recognize and share this light of love.