It is always good to get feedback from participants as to the content and my performance as the trainer, taking them through NLP, PhotoReading, Speed Reading, Memory, Mind Maps, or Hypnosis.
Here I have a recommendation about PhotoReading for those wanting verification of the value of the course.
A seguire vi e’ una testimonianza di un corsista, riguardante la Foto Lettura, per coloro i quali richiedono una una verififica su quanto la frequenza al corso possa valere.
Today was my special day, although at 95 who cares?
Actually it has been a surprise to me how many people do care with wishes for my birthday I have received from around the world.
Thank you all.
Here in Milan, Italy, I have been conducting a PhotoReading and Mind Map course, It was after lunch that I was greeted with the Happy Birthday song, and taken to the back of the room, to be presented with two chocolate cakes.
Cool.
The girls and boys on the PhotoReading and Mind Maps course, Milan 2009
After a couple of days of traveling from Rome to Milan, staying in Luga with Gianni Golfera, meeting many people and having great experiences which I will write about soon, I find myself with a bad chest infection and a sore throat, which makes my voice like a mouse, but the PhotoReading and Mind Map course must go on.
Thank you for all your birthday messages. So now I am 96, but I will still be 95 at heart.
Today, Sunday, is a day off for me in Gaziantep, Southern Turkey.
It is not that I like Italian food above any other countries food, or that I would seek Italian food before English, Chinese, Indian etc.
It could be my age, at 95, bits of me are wrong, and as I have written in the past, I had to have a certain procedure, a coronary angioplasty, or stent placed in the heart. This has meant that I have to take drugs, something that I do not like or enjoy, as they do effect the workings of the body and brain.
My walk into Richmond Park on the day of snow here in the UK, brought back many memories of good and happy times. One of these memories came back as I saw some young females sitting on a snow board having real fun racing down the slope of snow. See article.
I have been back in the UK now for seven days, leaving Malaysia on Chinese New Years day, the Year of the Ox.
My annual tax return had to be submitted by the 31st January, and I had meetings to attend, so I left the high temperatures and humidity, for the cold winter weather of the UK. I personally like the colder climate, as I can sit in front of a warm fire, cuddle up in a warm duvet, or go out walking, wrapping up in warm clothes, adding more as needed. The trouble with the hot climates that I can take no more clothes off as I work in the garden, the neighbours would object.
Today we are in for snow storms here in London. Already one of my meetings has been cancelled for tonight, as all buses have been cancelled, trains and underground distrusted, flights from the major UK airports coming to a standstill with flights canceled. Well, there will be few passengers as travelers cannot get to the airports anyway.
This is one thing strange about the UK. A little bad weather and the country comes to a virtual stop. Schools are closed, shops do not open, meetings are canceled. The British cannot cope with weather. The UK is not the only country that cannot take changes in weather. Turkey for example nearly comes to a stop if it rains.
Some time ago, a friend was given a very personal gift, a gold plated watch.
The friend wore the watch with pride, she was always telling people the time without being asked, thrusting the wrist out in front of people, so that they would notice the gift.
People would notice the watch. It was not over haughty, over fashionable, it just looked good on her wrist.
I think it also marked a transition in her life, as she left behind her the old teenage watch days, to enter into the age of adult watches.
My friend would hardly ever go out without wearing the watch, she had become really attached to it, it became part of her life.
Over a small period of time, it became apparent that some of the shine, some of the luster, had begun to be lost on the gold plate. It was hard to notice, but the signs were. Something was not right.
She was advised to take the watch back to the shop where her partner had purchased special gift, but she would not go, and the gold began to become dimmer, the shine was lost.
She wore the watch less and less.
It was some time on that my friend realised that there was something missing in her life. The special watch had been discarded, it was gathering dust on the dressing table in her bedroom.
She realised that the watch was not only special, it made her special too, as it changed her personality when she wore it, she became more sophisticated, more womanly, it made her feel special, and it brought back such good memories.
She decided to take the watch back to the shop whence it was purchased, only to find the shop had closed down.
It seemed that, that part of her life had now been broken, it was now lost.
Not to loose that part of her, she searched for another dealer, the distributor of the brand of watches, and took it to them, and it was decided there and then that there was a problem, but it could be sorted out, and it would take thirty days.
The thirty days passed, the watch was not returned. The technical people said the gold plating could not be reapplied, so they would replace the watch case with the same model.
My friend would have her special watch back.
The crystal glass, the gold face and hands, the twenty-one jeweled movement would be placed into a new casing.
She would get back that special gift that marked such a change in her life.
This makes me think.
Although identical in every way, which was the special watch? That gift that meant so much her and her partner?
The old case that now lies in the rubbish dump never to be seen again, or, the new one that adorns her wrist?