Sunday, December 6, 2020

It’s a Wonderful Life

 For all the fans of “It’s A Wonderful Life” and Jimmy Stewart.  Just months after winning his 1941 Academy Award for best actor in “The Philadelphia Story,” Jimmy Stewart, one of the best-known actors of the day, left Hollywood and joined the US Army. He was the first big-name movie star to enlist in World War II.


An accomplished private pilot, the 33-year-old Hollywood icon became a US Army Air Corps aviator, earning his 2nd Lieutenant commission in early 1942. With his celebrity status and huge popularity with the American public, he was assigned to starring in recruiting films, attending rallies, and training younger pilots.


Stewart, however, wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to fly combat missions in Europe, not spend time in a stateside training command. By 1944, frustrated and feeling the war was passing him by, he asked his commanding officer to transfer him to a unit deploying to Europe. His request was reluctantly granted.


Stewart, now a Captain, was sent to England, where he spent the next 18 months flying B-24 Liberator bombers over Germany. Throughout his time overseas, the US Army Air Corps' top brass had tried to keep the popular movie star from flying over enemy territory. But Stewart would hear nothing of it.


Determined to lead by example, he bucked the system, assigning himself to every combat mission he could. By the end of the war he was one of the most respected and decorated pilots in his unit.


But his wartime service came at a high personal price.


In the final months of WWII he was grounded for being “flak happy,” today called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).


When he returned to the US in August 1945, Stewart was a changed man. He had lost so much weight that he looked sickly. He rarely slept, and when he did he had nightmares of planes exploding and men falling through the air screaming (in one mission alone his unit had lost 13 planes and 130 men, most of whom he knew personally).


He was depressed, couldn’t focus, and refused to talk to anyone about his war experiences. His acting career was all but over.


As one of Stewart's biographers put it, "Every decision he made [during the war] was going to preserve life or cost lives. He took back to Hollywood all the stress that he had built up.”


In 1946 he got his break. He took the role of George Bailey, the suicidal father in “It’s a Wonderful Life.” The rest is history.


Actors and crew of the set realized that in many of the disturbing scenes of George Bailey unraveling in front of his family, Stewart wasn’t acting. His PTSD was being captured on filmed for potentially millions to see.


But despite Stewart's inner turmoil, making the movie was therapeutic for the combat veteran. He would go on to become one of the most accomplished and loved actors in American history.


When asked in 1941 why he wanted to leave his acting career to fly combat missions over Nazi Germany, he said, "This country's conscience is bigger than all the studios in Hollywood put together, and the time will come when we'll have to fight.”


This holiday season, as many of us watch the classic Christmas film, “It’s A Wonderful Life,” it’s also a fitting time to remember the sacrifices of Jimmy Stewart and all the men who gave up so much to serve their country during wartime. We will always remember you!


Postscript:




While fighting in Europe, Stewart's Oscar statue was proudly displayed in his father’s Pennsylvania hardware store. Throughout his life, the beloved actor always said his father, a World War I veteran, was the person who had made the biggest impact on him.


Jimmy Stewart was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1985 and died in 1997 at the age of 89.


-- Ned Forney, Writer, Saluting America's Veterans

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Missed Opportunities

 One of the worse things about today’s divisiveness and our inability to discuss things are the missed opportunities, the chances not only to possibly learn but the opportunity to gain a friend.

I am 63 and lived most of my life trying very hard not to pre judge a person and to look for the positive in everyone , I say most of my life because the last few years seem more difficult for whatever reason. People seem angry and they label people and you are either with them or against them. Thank goodness that it was not always like that around me or would have not had so many friendships. After over 40 years in business the thing I look back on with the most fondness are the friendships I made and my rewards were the times I could make someone’s life better or job easier.

We are all here on the beautiful planet for such a very short time and in the end the only thing that matters are the people we meet, the positive difference we may have made and the smiles we created. Don’t miss the opportunity to make a friend, stop and listen, exhale. 






Friday, November 13, 2020

Something to Ponder

 A little something to ponder...

I asked one of my friends who has crossed 70 & is heading to 80 what sort of changes he is feeling in himself?
He sent me the following very interesting lines, which I would like to share with you ....
#1  After loving my parents, my siblings, my spouse, my children, my friends, now I have started loving myself.
#2  I just realized that I am not “Atlas”. The world does not rest on my shoulders.
#3  I now stopped bargaining with vegetables & fruits vendors. A few pennies more is not going to burn a hole in my pocket but it might help the poor fellow save for his daughter’s school fees.
#4  I pay my waitress a big tip. The extra money might bring a smile to her face. She is toiling much harder for a living than me
#5  I stopped telling the elderly that they've already narrated that story many times. The story makes them walk down the memory lane & relive the past.
#6  I have learned not to correct people even when I know they are wrong. The onus of making everyone perfect is not on me. Peace is more precious than perfection.
#7  I give compliments freely & generously. Compliments are a mood enhancer not only for the recipient, but also for me. And a small tip for the recipient of a compliment, never, NEVER turn it down, just say "Thank You"
#8  I have learned not to bother about a crease or a spot on my shirt. Personality speaks louder than appearances.
#9  I walk away from people who don't value me. They might not know my worth, but I do.
#10  I remain cool when someone plays dirty to outrun me in the rat race. I am not a rat & neither am I in any race.
#11  I am learning not to be embarrassed by my emotions. It’s my emotions that make me human.
#12  I have learned that it's better to drop the ego than to break a relationship. My ego will keep me aloof, whereas with relationships I will never be alone.
#13  I have learned to live each day as if it's the last. After all, it might be the last.
#14  I am doing what makes me happy. I am responsible for my happiness, and I owe it to myself. Happiness is a choice. You can be happy at any time, just choose to be!
I decided to send this to all my friends. Why do we have to wait to be 70 or 80, why can't we practice this at any stage and age....

Thursday, October 29, 2020

Don’t tell me what I believe

 Don’t tell me what I believe 

And don’t put me into a certain group because it helps you with your talking points - the one thing that has always bothered me is when people group others all together for identification purposes. I simply do not buy in that ALL of any certain group thinks the same exact way or ALL have the same morals or work ethic, be it by gender, race , religion or political affiliation.

My experience has shown me that there are good and bad in all and to group people together is a total mis- justice , do not assume you know anyone and absolutely do not assume you know me and throw me into a nice neat column to make your point or drive home your own opinion.

This political season in 2020 is the most contentious of my 63 years here on this planet. I have never seen such a divide and people ready to yell and spew hate because you do not agree with them. I fully get that we all have different opinions and it has never stopped me from still getting to know someone or befriend them. 

I have always respected our policemen and women and our military members and veterans-always , and still do and always will so please do not throw me into any column because I do not support a certain candidate , that is down right insulting and wrong.

Do not assume I do not believe in a higher being or spirit or God because I believe in a woman’s right to choose or I believe in birth control , people need to practice more of the words of our prophets and less of hate and division.

There is no - them and us - there is only one race- the human race.

Where you are born on this planet or what skin you happened to be born in should not determine your worth or your life , we are all born into this world and every life matters and we should treat each other with the love that we all had in us upon birth, hurt people- hurt people, we need to rise above the bigotry and extend an olive branch to everyone we meet. Take the time to smile and listen and learn from each other- there is so much to learn. 

It is your life - your one life and life is short- use your time as a positive influence and your shoulders will be lightened and your path will be revealed.



Monday, October 12, 2020

Find Joy

 These are certainly stressful times !

It is very hard to turn away from the noise and anger, it is everywhere- all the time! And it is very easy to slip into depression or join the angry people. I do think it is important to stay aware and educated and try to read more articles and newspapers on current events. Try to look and listen outside of your normal echo chamber and always try to look at the other side.

Whatever you are going through right now align your self with people that bring you joy do things that bring you joy and try as much you can to stay in the moment knowing that your absolute best days are ahead of you in spite of everything you’re feeling or going thru right now 



Sunday, September 27, 2020

Sheep

 Sheep follow each other, it is easy to round up sheep because you can easily get the herd to just follow the group in front of them. They have no idea where they are going , they just follow.
I always preached to my kids growing up to not be sheep, do not just follow others. I told them to make up their own minds and to ask questions and listen and to always beware when people try to talk you into anything.

Unfortunately today I see more and more people becoming sheep, they are easily fooled and follow others without stopping and listening and learning. I absolutely believe that these times will be studied for years to come as to what happened to reason and common sense and why did so many people just go tone deaf. The times were certainly ripe , many people who just followed were angry and wanted to join others that were angry, there in numbers they felt some kind of comfort but why were they all angry. My thoughts are many felt like their voices were not being heard, that people in higher offices especially did not see them or care about them so by banding together they felt stronger, they felt like they finally had a voice.

I can fully understand how people can feel left out and frustrated and isolated and I now understand how people of ill intent can capture those un-forgotten people and today it is made so much easier with the internet and social media. Follow me they say , I hear you and I have your back. They package themselves to look and sound soothing and understanding much like the predator that preys on small children or the sociopath that pulls people into his mangled world so he can control them.
Today it is more important then ever to not be sheep, question everything and everybody, STOP LOOK and LISTEN. When someone is insistent that “they” are right and “others” are wrong that is when you need to look the other way. You do not need to be part of a crowd to be seen or heard, be yourself!

Your voice- your thoughts - your good intentions- do not get sucked in to “ Us” and “them”.

Do not become sheep-

I am not saying that groups are bad, being siloed and by yourself all the time is not healthy either. You can make real change if you unite but do it for the right reasons. Do not gather out of hate or fear, join groups to learn and grow and conduct positive change. I know that is very difficult to hear the opposite side , especially when it is being shouted at you but shouting louder will never get anyone anywhere and will never ever have the opportunity to truly listen or build a bridge.





Wednesday, September 23, 2020

What is ... and is not - Leadership


 Leadership matters 

I have see a deterioration of leadership that has been happening for the past 10 plus years and in all walks of life. When I have conversations with my family and friends we all share the same concerns and complaints - lack of leadership and direction- we represent teachers, nursing, sales, trucking, higher education, politics and more but yet we all have similar stories.

What happened? 

Well first what makes a good leader ? Someone who listens and understands what the employees that he leads do , hopefully because he once did it. So prompting from within and climbing the ladder is essential. That said not all good employees make good managers or bosses, it is a completely different skill set. I notice that people are put into positions that they are simply not ready for but the pay raise and titles are enticing so of course they grab it, not their fault but whoever offered them the position may not be right for their position so therefore starts the trickle down collapse of leadership.

A real leader wants his employees under him to feel like a team and they matter because they do, the success of the leader and the company relies on everybody doing their part. A leader listens and watches and advices and has the best interest of their employee at heart, your job as a leader or boss is to know each person’s weaknesses and strengths and then assist in bringing out the best in them, always praising and respecting them even when showing them where improvements are needed.

A real leader always keeps his door and ears open and if there is failure he must take his share of the blame and correct the process. If someone is not following up on their work he must do his best to first educate and help and if necessary Re assign that individual but remember everyone is alway watching, how they see you handle other people is how they feel you will be with them.

Forming a team atmosphere is always a work in process, you can always do better. Better technology is always around the corner, improved processes and communication means more profit and increased pride.

What leadership is not - bosses or people with titles thinking they are better or barking orders to the people that they are supposed to be responsible for. Leaders and bosses and managers must stay engaged, daily.


Monday, September 7, 2020

Life Lessons

No need to  complicate things -

Life Lessons-
1.  The purpose of our lives is to be happy.
2. Be kind whenever possible.
3. Well being comes through action, not through prayer.
4. Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.
5. A compassionate mind is a great source of happiness.




Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Don’t take what’s mine

One of my lessons in life was watching how people in life and in business got very defensive and angry when they thought someone was taking what they thought was theirs.

I dispatched household goods movers and drivers most of my career and it was astounding to me how much time they all spent worried about what the other guy was getting.
I saw fathers get mad over what their son was dispatched because they felt they deserved it, I saw brother against brother and friend against friend, agent against agent and so on- and most would complain and ask to not let the other know.
There were always reasons why certain loads were dispatched on a particular driver,  quality of a mover came into play, who emptied first, was a certain load going through or to home for a particular driver that may not have been home for a while, did a driver have to roll with space on his previous load in order to make delivery dates ??? ... these all should come into play when assigning loads and more.
Some drivers obsess so much about what the other guy is doing it effects their moods and personality and ultimately it effects their work. I would say if only they spent that time and energy on improving some aspect of their job they would be much better served.
I knew why I chose a load for a particular driver and by having to defend my actions took up my time that could be better spent trying to put better loads together for everyone .

I see the same in every day life now more then ever, I see a lot of anger toward others because some people think they deserve more or that the other person does not deserve it. Again if people only put on their blinders and just worried about themselves and how to improve they would all be better off and be a heck of a lot less angry and stressed.

Life is hard enough, there is no reason to go looking for more stress.
Lighten your shoulders , take a good look in the mirror and remember the only person you can ever truly change is yourself.


“Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you. Why do you see the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye.
-Matthew 

Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Titles and entitlement

Titles mean nothing to me and never have.

I was promoted up the ladder in a multi million dollar business , went from manager to director to Vice President to Senior Vice President- pretty good right ?
Who really cares ?

What matters more is - did I make difference in someone’s life ?
I hope I did - my reward was and still is when someone I worked with or worked for me tells me that I helped them or say I made a difference in how they work.

Funny story- I was VP of Operations for this 100 million dollar company and the head of HR called me in to her office and said that they wanted to promote me to Senior Vice President and at first I said no I am ok thanks, she told me no, you want this title , for one the company was about to distribute stock for the first time ever and being a Senior VP would mean being offered stock, so I accepted.
But I truly felt that titles should not speak to who I am or what I do or how much worth I am to the company.

The big problem in today’s business world is people no longer even work their way up the ladder, those in “power” think to be better and smarter you need to have the “sheepskin” A degree- if you have that you can by pass the workers actually doing the work and gain a title and then you stand on the mountain top and bark out your orders.
The issue here is respect and knowledge in that particular business, how can you obtain the knowledge needed to lead if you never actually worked your way up and how can those people you are supposed to lead respect you if they know you do not even have that knowledge.

Just because you have a title it does command respect- that you have to earn.
Unfortunately some people think the title will make people listen and most obtain an office with their title which is even worse because they will never truly listen to their employees thus will never be able to train or help give them the tools they need to succeed. They go to their, shut the door and think how smart they are and look at the pictures they put up on their wall.

Titles seem to give people entitlement, no matter what you do or what your title is we all enter this world the same way and will some day exit it , life is short. What you do with that like is what is important.


Saturday, August 22, 2020

Look Around

Look around, look around at how lucky we are
To be alive right now
Look around, look around
- Lyrics from Hamilton - Song- That would be enough - Lin-Manuel Miranda 

I turned 63 last week and I can definitely say that I have never lived in more troubling or negative times. Everyone seems angry, everyone is choosing a side, you are either with me or against me. News channels turned into reality shows years ago but it has certainly deepened and everyone stays on their channel and listen to their talking points meanwhile life goes on.

Life has slowed down for me now that I am 63 and I try my best to stay active both physically and mentally , at 63 I certainly know that I have less time in front of this cart then in back and I want to suck it all up. 
I talk walks on quiet backroads and look up and appreciate the sky and the trees and the birds, I do believe that this life is precious and that this just could be paradise-look around.
I enjoy my friends and family and love watching life through the eyes my grandkids.

As far as all the negative and living in tough times I think of my mom and dad born in the early 1900’s- they grew up with kerosene lamps in the house and an outhouse in the back, they had no TV and their snacks was saltine crackers. They lived through wars and worked long hours for little pay, third shifts in the mills pulling lace and a batch maker at a chemical plant. 
I did not know or appreciate what I had growing up, I don’t think any of us really do.
Life comes at you fast.

Yesterday I sat outside and read a book in total quiet and I could hear the birds and the crickets and when the wind blew through the trees I would stop just a second and put my face up to feel it and listen- and I thought of my dog Lola that passed away last year , she would sit outside and do that very thing - like I have said I have learned more from my dog then any book or class.
Look around.

Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now !







Friday, August 14, 2020

Rights

In this great experiment of Democracy and America we are different from many other countries because we, the people, have rights.
We have rights that are built in to our constitution to prevent our leaders becoming a dictator or king and to enable each and every one of us the opportunity to continue to reshape this great experiment.
In those rights Freedom of Speech is the most important because once that is suppressed we lose our voice and ability to hold our leaders accountable.
The hardest up thing about free speech is when we do not agree with others, I do no not have to agree with you but it is your right in the United States to be able to say out loud what you believe and live that life you want.
I have people in my life that I love and I do not agree with them when it comes to politics or beliefs but I still love them. In some cases we can have an open dialogue and discuss our differences and others we cannot because it escalates to quickly, so those friends and loved ones I do my best to respect their space and ideas.
I wish we could all talk honestly to each other but because some feelings are so personal it is very hard.
I do know that when we talk more to each other we start to understand why someone may think the way they do. I always try to look at it from their side and keep the conversations civil and maybe just maybe we can find common ground.

Saturday, August 8, 2020

Destiny

Watch you thoughts;They become your words...
Watch your words;They become your actions...
Watch your actions;They become your habits...
Watch your habits;They become your character...
What your character;It becomes your destiny... 😁 #Destiny

Friday, August 7, 2020

History

Know our true history-
400 years ago, white people brought Black people over here 
 - and enslaved them. 
- And sold them. 
- And treated them as less than human. 

For 250 years. While white men built the country 
+ and created its laws 
+ and its systems of government. 

==> While 10-15 generations of white families 
+ got to grow 
+ and flourish 
+ and make choices that could make their lives better.

And then 150 years ago, white people "freed" Black people from slavery. 
- But then angry white people created laws that made it impossible for them to vote. 
- Or to own land. 
- Or to have the same rights as white people. 
- And even erected monuments glorifying people who actively had fought to keep them enslaved. 

==> All while another 5-10 generations of white families 
+ got to grow 
+ and accumulate wealth 
+ and gain land 
+ and get an education.

And then 60 years ago we made it "legal" for Black people to vote, and to be "free" from discrimination. 
- But angry white people still fought to keep schools segregated. 
- And closed off neighborhoods to white people only. 
- And made it harder for Black people to get bank loans, 
- or get quality education 
- or health care, 
- or to (gasp) marry a white person. 

==> All while another 2-3 generations of white families 
+ got to grow 
+ and pass their wealth down to their children 
+ and their children's children.

And then we entered an age where we had the technology to make PUBLIC the things that were already happening in private
— the beatings,
— the stop and frisk laws, 
— the unequal distribution of justice,
— the police brutality (police began in America as slave patrols designed to catch runaway slaves). 

==> And only now, after 400+ years and 20+ generations of a white head start, are we STARTING to truly have a dialog about what it means to be Black in America.�
White privilege doesn't mean you haven't suffered or fought or worked hard. 
It doesn't mean white people are responsible for the sins of our ancestors. 
But it DOES mean that we need to acknowledge that the system our ancestors created is built FOR white people. 
It DOES mean that we aren't disadvantaged because of the color of our skin and 
it DOES mean that we owe it to our neighbors-- of all colors-- to acknowledge that and work to make our world more equitable.

BLACK LIVES MATTER!

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Today is your last day

Today is your last day ...
Not at your job but your last day in life ...
What if you knew today was going to be your last day on Earth, what would you do?
Who would you want to be sure to talk to and hug and say I love you and thank you ?
Would you stop and look around and appreciate the beauty around you ? Take in the blue of the sky or the green of the grass or the colors in the flowers?

Here’s the thing - none of us knows when our last day will be -
Do not take one day for granted.
Tell the people that you care for that you love them.
Do not hold grudges- forgive.
Look around and appreciate.

Learning From My Dog -
Wisdom does not fall from high places.  The mighty and the splendid have taught me little. I have learned more from my dog than from all the great books I have read.  The wisdom of my dog is the product of his inability to conceal his wants.  When he yearns to be loved, there is no pouting in the corner.  There are no games entitled "Guess what is the matter with me." He puts his head on my lap, wags his tail, and looks up at me with kind eyes, waiting to be petted.  No professor or sage ever told me I might live a more successful life if I simply asked for love when I needed it.
~ from Trial lawyer Gerry Spence
(Spence has never lost a criminal case either as a prosecutor or a defense attorney )

My dog past away last year but I would watch her, especially in her later years, when she would go outside on a nice day and lay in grass and look up and enjoy the wind on her face .
She would run to my grandkids , backend wagging and extend her face for a light smooch 😘
I certainly learned from her and every day I am sure to take some part of the day to shut it down , go outside and look up and just feel the sun and wind on my face.

Appreciate and learn every day !




Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Movers are a special breed

Professional Household Good Movers/Drivers do so much more then pick up furniture and drive - they touch life’s- they Care !
A letter from ...
MICHAEL D. BARTON, SA, DAF
Director of Operations
HQ Office of Special Projects (AFOSI PJ) Joint Base Anacostia-Bolling, DC

Though I am still enroute to my next assignment, I wanted to provide you feedback regarding the team that packed out my home in Flower Mound, TX.  Up front, the team, led by Driver Tom Olsen, was the best team I have worked with in my 24 years of military service, which includes 16 moves.  Mr. Olsen, was not only professional in his disposition towards my family and I, but also exhibited complete control over the exceptional labor team he assembled from his contacts within the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex.  For the period we worked with Mr. Olsen, he proved to be a gifted communicator, task organizer and did very well to keep things light, while remaining on task.  As an experienced leader within the US military, the latter is a hard balance to maintain and he did so effortlessly - for that, my wife and I were truly grateful to have him as our Driver.  Regarding Mr. Olsen's team, which included Martin, D., Martin M., Fernando and Leonel.  I feel that identifying the labor crew matters, as they also were very professional, courteous and clearly exhibited an understanding of how to work around a family of five.  I can tell you that I will retain Mr. Olsen's contact information and when possible recommend him to those I care about the most, as he kept the complexities of 'move day' easy and was able to demonstrate to me that my belongings left my home secure while able to finish ahead of schedule - these are invaluable factors to someone currently in my position.  I ask that you share this feedback with Mr. Olsen's employer.  

Thanks again and I'll call you when we arrive in Virginia.

Mike
MICHAEL D. BARTON


A message from Thomas Olson the Mover/Driver on this move-

Wow, what a move !  Director of Operations and a former minor league ball player that played ball for the Red Sox, Dave Barton, Mikes father.
Dave is the one wearing the Sox hat of course. He had conversations with one of the greatest hitters of all time, Ted Williams who said it was all science when it comes to hitting. Sat next to The Yaz in the club house, imagine that !  Dave Barton had relationships with some of the greatest to ever step out on the field.

Just like in the moving business we build relationships. We build relationships with our fellow workers and more importantly our shippers, even though most likely it will be temporary.  Right from the beginning at ' hello ' , during the move and to the end of the move when we shake their hand and say ' good bye ' we must maintain a relationship.

Having a good relationship with your shipper equals one thing, a good move.
It is their move, make it a good one...



Tommy O.



Sunday, July 26, 2020

Movers Care

From Elite Driver/ Mover and person Robert Wright-
Movers do so much more then move furniture-
Movers create memories- Movers Care ...

There are so many stories about a drivers personal experience’s moving families across the country. Many of mine shaped me as a mover and a person.
The lessons from Successes and experiences that were not good and what to do about it and learn from it.  In the summer of 1984 I was assigned Admiral Scott, His wife and their two daughters, They lived on Great Lakes Navel Training Base IL.  The officer’s house on base was about 4,000 square feet with 4 floors, Old building with tight turns and lots of rooms.  I arrived on the last day of packing by my Agent  Harbor Moving and storage to start some inventory.  I quickly realized that this would be the hardest move I’d ever done.  Never mind the huge furniture the Department of Defense provides for an officer at this level. 
The Scott Family relocation had more challenges than I’d ever seen in one move.  From Two huge German shrunk’s all the way to dozens of metal shelves.  (We didn’t get third parties at that time,) so it was on me and almost everything else you can think of.
 I was worried and so was everyone else.  That day I got questioned a lot about my likely overflow even by Admiral Scott. 
The next day on move day I hired Two of the packers Jen and Jen excellent movers as well as packers, My right hand man Mike Peoples and two news guys, they were farm boys and  would work  very hard.  (Big basement)  
That morning we met the families Great Dane Puppy   “Ginny” She was a beautiful brindle 8 month’s old and already weighed 70 pounds and tall.  I owned a Dane at the time and had been very familiar with the bread. There was an immediate connection all around.  Mrs. Scott loved that dog.  The padding and loading went well, Hard, Hot, and a lot of work.  Even being difficult it was a good day. 
It helped that I assigned one person on disassembly all day- Shurnks, Fence/Dog run, Exercise equipment and endless metal shelves. 
In the late afternoon the trailer was filling up fast Everyone said it wouldn’t fit, to make matters worse the house wasn’t empty and the yard was full not to mention 8 or 10 large mattress’s…..  Everyone .. They all told me;  It wouldn’t fit. The help, The military Inspector The neighborhood and the Admiral was very concerned about an overflow because of a previous nightmare and of course the horror stories that circulated among the ranks. There was at least one person there that quietly though it might fit and that was me.  Mrs. Scott treated us with trusting eyes, water and lunch. 
To be safe I called the Agent for a pack van to make sure we got it all that night. During the afternoon Ginny (The dog) had to be taken to a kennel and later shipped by air in an animal transportation crate. 
Loading I used every single trick I knew to make it tight, Including swinging from the conduit in the old drop frame trailer squeezing everything I could up top bundle after bundle.  Them same bundles were not flat a few hours ago, 
It’s getting late and my help was tired as well as myself so I decided to rework that final load in the morning. We loaded that pack van. The next day Me and Mike reworked the end of the trailer and swung a handsome gate. 20 K plus on that old 40 foot double drop trailer.  Pretty darn good by anyone’s standards at that time.  Ended up all went very smooth.  So a week later I arrive at the destination, Pull up in front of the house, Hop out to do a walk through with the help and discuss how the day will go. 
Something had gone terribly wrong The Admiral was very stiff even more than normal. Mrs. Scott’s face was Red a puffy obvious that she had not only been doing a lot of crying she was deeply sad.  So we got going to get set up we had her get her car out if the driveway then we lined up to put the ramps down, I caught her walking back to the house from the car and because we had become quick friends at origin I felt compelled to ask “What’s wrong?”  Ginny’s intestines had twisted from nerves during the flight and she died in transit, at this point there are no words, just some tears of my own. 
All day I felt torn , numb and hurt during the delivery for that family. My goal was some version of the opposite.  I was looking for a successful move and now this is impossible.    Me and the crew and the shipper put our heads down and worked hard and careful all day into the night.  Every last nut and bolt accomplished. 
Now it’s time to sit and sign the mountain of paperwork, at the end of it She Choked out the words. “Robert in 18 moves your work has been the most impressive we have seen” 
Admiral Scott wrote a letter to the company without me asking. To this day we share correspondence.



Friday, July 24, 2020

Movers

Movers do so much more then move furniture-
They make difference in people’s life’s-
They Care-

Below is from elite Driver/Mover and person Mr. Chris McDonald -

In this picture is my best friend and SVO Thomas Olson,myself,and Sergeant Martin.  We had the pleasure of packing and loading him a few years back when we were on our 2015 world tour.  Sergeant Martin is one of the survivers from the Ft.Hood shooting. He still has a bullet in him.  He also works with the Wounded Warrior Project. Great customer to deal with and a.patriot for our country. Him and the thousands of others like him is why I do the job and try to give the best service on every move. 


In picture- from left to right - Thomas Olson, Sargent Martin, Chris McDonald

Thank you Chris and Tom ( Better known as Batman and Superman 😀)

And thank you Sergeant Martin for your service and all you do !

Below is a link to The Wounded Warrior Project ... https://www.woundedwarriorproject.org/ 


From Elite Driver/Mover Person Thomas Olson-

The name Superman suits him well, like no other.
I remember Sgt. Martin,  he had a jolly soul. Everytime he would speak he would chuckle.  He was an extremely likeable person, and an American Hero.

Sup' speaks of World Tour 2015. What he doesn't say is that started when he came to pick me up in Memphis, Tn and that tour saved my life.
Yes it did...

The other remarkable thing is on that day when we moved Sgt. Martin it only took seconds for Chris to recognize who he was. The Ft. Hood shooting happened in 2009 and Chris recognized Sgt. Martin from a TV interview six years prior, remarkable.


Yes, he is Superman 🦸‍♂️

Monday, July 20, 2020

Movers making a difference

Household Goods Movers/ Drivers to so much more them loading furniture and driving -
They touch people’s life’s at a time that need support and assistance-
Below is letter from a military member concerning her move by Chris McDonald -
Thank you Chris for what you do every day !

Subject: Recent Military Move
Mr. Mahoney,

My name is Julie Henderson, my husband is LTC Isaac Henderson. We recently relocated from Universal City, TX to Columbus, GA due to the military. Our move was done by one of your employees, Chris McDonald. I wanted to share my feelings and opinions with you about this service that was done by Chris.

Chris was absolutely fantastic from start to finish! He reached out early on during this process of moving and asked all of the right questions and answered any that I had. He was on time and well-prepared with his crew the morning of pick up. He and his crew were pleasant and worked extremely hard. Chris kept in touch with me while he was in care of our possessions and made us feel that our belongings were very well cared for. When we arrived at our final destination Chris and I continued to communicate to plan the delivery of our household goods. He again, on the delivering end of the move process asked all of the appropriate questions and answered any of mine. He arrived on time with another great hard working crew to get our stuff inside the new house. During each side of this move he took the appropriate measures and had equipment to not damage our homes. He had the right items/equipment to cover floors/carpets/stairs/doors/etc. Chris was amazing to have on this move and if we can request him for the remainder of our moves, we absolutely will! 

In my husband’s 18 years of military service and 8 moves across the country, this recent move done by Chris, was by far the best move that we have had. He really set the bar high for anyone else to follow.

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely, 

Julie Henderson


Tuesday, June 30, 2020

The 60’s

Growing up in the 60’s ( part 2)

I went to catholic school in the 60’s from 1st to 6th grade -
Yup- catholic school with nuns and all, the runs that cracked your knuckles with a yard stick if you did something wrong.
I walked to school , about 3 miles , that’s right walked to school at the tender school grades of 3rd to six grade - down hill to get there and uphill to get home. We could cut through the woods , my grandmother lived in an apartment on the back street of the school and I would visit her every once in a while. She was my dad’s mom from Portugal and spoke English but preferred Portuguese. She was certainly old school, she had a wash tub in her apartment complete with a wash board.

After school I would help my friend with his paper route and he would pay me by stopping at the penny candy store in between our route, we would also buy pea shooters there and a box of peas for an all out war. They had all the favorites, waxed lips, sugar straws , candy dots, and of course baseball cards.
We biked everywhere too and we use to put the baseball cards on our bike wheels with a cloths pin that smacked the spokes to make it sound like a motor ( or so we thought).

When we went anywhere my friends dogs always came with us, back then you never put dogs on a leash and you certainly never picked up their poop.
We spent hours especially in the summer sitting in each other’s back yards playing cards, poker, high low jack and rummy , when we weren’t playing cards we were throwing a ball around or playing a pick up game. If we weren’t playing cards or sports we were building forts in the woods, up in the trees or on the ground.
We never played in anyone’s house, we were always outside somewhere.


Sunday, June 28, 2020

Growing Up

I am 63 and white - born 1957 and of Portuguese decent, my parents were born in America.
My Mom was born in 1924 and Dad was born in 1918
My grandparents came from Portugal- both sides born between 1892 and 1895.

I was raised middle class I guess , I know that both my parents worked and we had food in fridge and snacks , we had our own house - 3 bedrooms , small, I had two sisters and they shared a room. We had enough money for the basics and we looked forward to Christmas because that was the only time a year we received toys and new outfits. We would get new pants and shirts on our birthday and Easter too but that was it, pretty much no buying the rest of the year.
My mom would would third shift in the mills so she could take care of us during the day.

You get the picture- we didn’t have much and my parents worked hard but growing up I never complained because I just thought that was life for everyone- except the Kennedy’s ... whenever someone would talk about vacations or buying stuff my mother would say “ we are not the Kennedy’s” - growing up in R.I. and New England the Kennedy’s were thought of as royalty.

We had one TV in the living room -  , no one had two TV’s that we knew at least, it was color and it had a thin backing to it with tiny holes so to help keep it cool back there and  if you looked through the holes you could see all the tubes lit up, it even had a bit of a smell to it. TV back then had basically three channels and a lot of shows were still in black and white and no such thing as taping a show, you watched it at the time it aired ( we had a TV guide book every week) or not at all.
We all watched the same shows , as a small child I remember watching Lassie with my sister and me and my sister would run to the TV at the end of the show because Lassie would sit and put up one paw for you to shake it . We watched Andy Griffith , Gilligan’s Island , the Rifleman, Superman, Daniel Boone my mother the car, my favorite Martian , Mr. Ed and on Sunday night we all gathered to watch Bonanza.

Growing up back in the 50’s and 60’s we played outside all the time, till the 8:00 whistle blew- the fire station a few miles from us would sound a very loud horn every night at 8:00 and when you heard that you high tailed home or your mother would hang out the front door and yell your name.
You played in the streets and in the woods and would knock on your neighbors door who had kids you played with and say “ can Johnny come out and play?”
We played catch for hours, sat on the front steps and picnic tables and in the summer pick a ripe tomato out of one of the backyard gardens and wash it off with the garden hose and eat just like an apple- delicious!
We built tree forts and forts on the ground, we played cowboys and Indians and I had a coons skins hat ( a hat with fur from a raccoon that had a raccoon’s tail in the back) like  Daniel Boone so once and a while I pretended to be him with a pretend rife. We did a lot of pretending back then , with guns or Tonka trucks ( big heavy toy metal trucks ) or just played hide and seek in the neighborhood or biked around.

My family never talked politics or asked how your day went at the dinner table, we barely talked to each that I remember and never heard I love you or hugged, yet we felt like a family and knew our mother I loved us, my dad was a different story, he worked hard but would stop on his way home every day at the Holy Ghost , a Portuguese club/ bar, he would have few shots and come home and start yelling- he was an alcoholic. I kinda felt bad because as I got a little older I could see him early in the morning before he went to work and sober and he was a different guy and I could see even as a kid that he was two different people he struggled with the guy that drank.

Part 2 - growing up in 50’s and 60’s on another post ... stay tuned ...
Same bat time ...same bat channel ( that was from the Batman show on TV back then)





Friday, June 26, 2020

The Value of a Name

The Value of Your Name

A good name is more desirable than great riches. Prov. 22:1
Your name is your most valuable professional asset. It is worth far more than your degrees, position, or title. Yet it’s astonishing how many trade their name, values, and reputation for shortcuts, easy money, and promotions.
In other words, too many suffer long term stains for short term gains. It happens most to those who do not prepare. They pay little attention to reading, self-reflection, meditating, and planning. They just do it. A very dangerous proposition. 
Those who trust in their ability to be agile over preparation fool themselves. Abraham Lincoln said, “You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.” Sooner or later, your preparation or lack thereof will shine through. True agility performs from a trusted stage or better stated, foundation. Agility is not a virtue. It is a skill that is only as good as the character it is built upon.
For example, you know you are heading into a tough week. You hope things go well but you still haven’t realized that hope is not a strategy. You have failed to rehearse what you are willing to do and say and what you are not willing to do or say. Under stress you say something you wished you hadn’t; you did something you wish you could take back; you promised something you cannot or do not want to keep. You’re in a mess and then it happens, you have tarnished your name.
The words fast-paced and agile are cool and shiny in today’s marketplace. We even have agile training and many job ads fish for those willing to work in a fast-paced environment. The attractive idea of being agile falls down when in reality it is a cleaned up version for knee-jerk decision making. The adrenaline-rich culture of fast-paced expectations fall down when it is camouflage for a cultural cancer that threatens a person’s emotional, intellectual, physical, or relational health. 
Beware of cultures that devalue people and the kind of environments that cultivate growth and health. You alone cannot transform an unhealthy culture. Eventually, you will be the one depreciated to a point where you have forgotten what matters most - your name.
What’s true for us as individuals is also true for our companies. Today, we call it branding. Though we employ people to strategically establish our company brand; in real time, it has already happened. Our name is known far beyond a logo or a Jingle. It is known by what we do and how we do it. The company name is despised, ignored, or trusted.
You’ve probably heard that trust is the speed of business. What that phrase actually means is that trust increases the speed and profit of business. When you’re trusted, you have a good name and an amazing advantage for profit. 
We can say much more on the topic of profit but this article was not conceived for that purpose. Let’s state a short platitude until we can revisit this topic another time. Financial profit is the child birthed from a clear mission that meets the need of the customer. The company mission is the middle name of the company brand. If you have a good name, it will lead to financial profit in the long run.
Many reading this article have made mistakes and as a result, tarnished their name. We’re human and mistakes is what we do. Now what? 
A good name and a solid brand can be restored. It requires making amends. Do what you need to do to make things right. It is the work of reconciliation; literally, setting a broken bone. It requires honest intention, attention to detail, and follow through. In the end, sincerity and consistency restores. Don’t cover up your mistakes. Don’t cheat others. Don’t take short-cuts. Do what needs to be done and then some. Take time to think and work on you. You are a valuable asset to this world.
Finally, always remember how long it takes to establish your good name and how quickly it can be destroyed.

Friday, June 12, 2020

Letter to grandkids

Hey there grandkids,
At the time of this post your ages are 12 years,old, 4 years old and 4 months old.
Today is June 12th, 2020-
First off I love you and enjoy each one of you and love seeing the world through your eyes and love your smiles and innocence of life in general, and I love watching your parents enjoy each day with you ! We are very lucky and surely blessed !
When you look back at the Trump years look at June 1st 2020 , the past 3 years has been such an eye opening experience for me and a very scary time.
I watched as people followed a man who’s only goal was to sow hate and divide, he rose to power because of so much unrest in our country, especially in the middle class and our leaders and politicians doing nothing to help address equal pay, health care, poverty and so much more that effects all of us. People were sick and tired of hearing the same old promises from our elected officials so they wanted to look outside the Washington Insiders- I get it - but they went for the PT Barnum of our time, the guy who had zero character or substance- that is what scared me.
He has done and said so many reckless things through the years I will leave it to you to research them all, everything from mocking the disabled to dishonoring war hero’s and veterans but on June 1st 2020 I witnessed “live” what a dictator does ! There was a peaceful protest in front of the White House and at around 6:15 that night it started to turn ugly and here’s the thing he wanted us to see it , he had called for a speech in the Rose Garden for 6:30 so the cameras and the media were all there.
At around 6:15-6:30 the military and the police shot tear gas and rubber bullets into a peaceful crowd , people were running and screaming and all because Trump wanted to take a walk down the street for a silly photo op in front of a church.
This was chilling to me because this country was founded on freedom of speech and everything this country stands for revolves around that , without our right to speak out and protest we are no longer a democracy.
These protest were about blacks being killed by police and pushing back on racism and hate and equal rights, there were some unruly protest in previous nights but this was a peaceful protest.
I watched it all unfold before my eyes and to me it was the moment that will stand out to me because millions saw the same thing and those that still followed this guy seemed ok with this whole scene and that is very very scary.
I asked those to just look at this one sliver of time and not spin it or discuss or debate anything else - just this one moment in time but his followers were ok with it.
That showed me just how dictators rise to power elsewhere.
As I write this I am certainly hoping that in our elections in November 2020 we can once again get back on the road of a democracy but also hold our elected officials to action.
I was born in optimist and I do believe that everything does happen for a reason.
I leave you with this - do not ever become sheep- do not follow others - make up of your minds, ask questions and always follow your heart.
We are only visiting this planet for a very short time so do not spend it hating others, hate will weigh you down and you will never truly find happiness.


Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Not Me

I grew up with alcoholism -
My father was an alcoholic, my uncles were alcoholics, when my sisters grew up they both became alcoholics, as I got older many friends and other family members were , and still are, alcoholics.

One of my sisters tried to fight it but ultimately went back and died from it , all the others except for maybe one or two friends would never even admit to it .

The sorry thing is if you suffer from this disease you will never have a chance of getting better until you admit that you have it, that you are an alcoholic- you first must look in the mirror.

The other very sad thing is until you look in the mirror and admit what you are - all of the people around you will also suffer, especially your family and loved ones and co- workers because they can see you need help and you are destroying not only yourself but your whole life and there is nothing they can do.

I see racism the same way -
I have family and friends that are racist- they show it every day in what they say or do or who and what they support but they will never admit to it.
No, they do not come right out and say certain things in my presence because they know I do not agree with them so they kind of play around the edges and say certain things that certainly let people know where they stand.
I had a very good friend who I worked with for years and one day we were at a conference and a black motivational speaker got up to talk and my friend automatically got up from his seat and said this n—- is not going to tell me anything. I was totally flabbergasted. I knew this man for years and had no idea.I was also friends with his two sons, who later revealed their true colors too.

Don’t get me wrong way too many racist are proud of who they are and say it out loud but my dealings with them up here in R.I. and in my circle do not say it out loud and many would never even admit that they are, they will always say something disparaging about the other guy, they NEVER look in the mirror.
And by never looking in the mirror they can never get help or ever get a chance to see things from the other side, meanwhile they are suffering inside and hurting those around them.

I try not to judge others , I see them for who they are and contain my involvement, if given the chance for honest dialogue I will always embrace those conversations.

Our true Judge will be there in the end for all of us.

Look in the mirror-


Saturday, June 6, 2020

True story

True story-
In the late 80’s and for the next few decades I worked for a household good mover, when I started it was about a 7 million dollar company and when I left it was over 200 million. So needless to say I witnessed a lot of changes.
I was in operations/dispatch , I planned the jobs on our drivers that ran the entire United States. At our high we had approximately 150 drivers in what we called our permanent fleet, in the perm fleet our operations department planned all the loads and had daily contact with all the drivers , remember this was long before cellphones and computers.
 The perm fleet consisted of drivers that were owner operators , they ran as their own business and had their own LLC , actually pretty much like any other business responsible for claims, taxes, insurance etc the only difference is thier business is on wheels.
In the perm fleet was also drivers that drove for a particular agent in the country that was affiliated with my Van Lines, the difference there was the agent owned the truck and trailer and equipment and was responsible to pay the driver, we paid the agent, they paid the driver.
Because the Van Lines and I were located in Rhode Island there were times that I dispatched drivers and would rarely meet them, example a driver May live in CA and I may dispatch him work from CA going to TX and then when he delivered everything I would dispatch jobs going back to CA.
The make up of our drivers in the perm fleet ran the gambit , big, heavy, short, skinny, black, white, owner op and agent drivers and everything else in between, even gay before people talked out loud about it.
I rose in the ranks and eventually ran the entire domestic operations and I took my responsibilities seriously, we moved military members, FBI, civilians, National Account’s like Hasbro and relocation Realtor’s , everyone wanted to move in the summer when kids were out of school so every year there was a mad dash from May to September and we moved thousands of people every week and even every day.
 Drivers could make a very good living for themselves , making on there 1099 from $200,000 to $400,000 and more a year so there was a lot of competition for loads, some had more weight and miles which paid more, each move was weighed once loaded on the trailer and at the end of a trip the Van lines settled with the driver or the agent.
How we chose who received  what loads was easy to us, we preferred to load the guy that we knew would be where he said he would be and we knew he was professional with how he handled the customers belongings and was polite and helpful to the customer and knew how to handle his finances and logs.
That was essentially it, that is what we cared about and how we chose certain drivers for loads.
Now during that time I was accused by everyone of being biased. There was a hotel near our office that most drivers stayed at called the lucky 8 and from time to time Iwould stop in to share a beer with a driver and share a laugh and story and during some visits the driver would outright accuse me of favoritism. The white driver would say I favored the black drivers,the black driver would say I favored the white, the agent driver said I favored the owner op and so on, crazy right.
All I cared about was taking care of the job and making dates and satisfying the customer ...period.
Sometimes because I never met some drivers I had no idea if they were white black big or short, and I did not care.
The Van lines would help some drivers out with loans so then the word was those were the drivers we preferred because we wanted our money paid back, again - wrong- no one in dispatch was even privy to that and once again we had a job to do - make dates and satisfy our customer.

So YES we did have a culture of favoritism in my operations, we favored those that did their job !!
Simple- if you work hard and people can trust you to consistently do your best you will rise.

Looking back everyone was paranoid about everybody else because they were scared someone was going to take something from them and all along all they had to do was apply all that energy to improving themselves and their work and the rest would have taken care of itself.

The moral of the story is just worry about YOU and what you can do be better at your job and how to just be an overall better person - and stop worrying about the other guy.