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How You Treat Others

Attendance problems, constant complaining, and derogatory comments about fellow co-workers, “You can’t imagine how miserable it is working with these morons.”

Did you know the mostly deadly disease on Earth is Hardening of the Attitudes.

Admit it, you’ve caught yourself sharing the misery of your “difficult co-workers” with other staff members on break, at lunch, before or after work? Zig Ziglar called it stinkin’ thinkin’ - boy was he right on.

Thankfully there is a way to change this destructive self-talk. It’s a simple daily process. “Catch someone doing something right.” Yes, you heard me correctly, a simple process, however, let me warn you it’s not easy. This takes a concerted effort on your part to  change your attitude.

According to Earl Nightingale; “Our environment, the world in which we live and work, is a mirror of our attitudes and expectations.” What a profound statement. This says to me that the attitude and expectations of my family, friends, and coworkers is simply a reflection of me! Yes, I am responsible.

So, the next time you talk about anyone with a friend or fellow worker find something constructive and positive to say. Then as you walk away from the conversation, stop - take a minute to pat yourself on the back and consider how good it feels to build up others instead of tearing them down.

It’s like mining for diamonds, you move tons and tons of dirt to find a single gem diamond – but you don’t go into the mine looking for dirt — you go in looking for the gems.

I’m convinced, as Zig Ziglar always said, “When you treat people exactly like you see them you get the results you expect.” People respond to the build-up not the tear-down. So why not expect the best.

Create a new habit of treating people exactly like you see them - with respect, and dignity, look for the gem in other people. When you look for those characteristics in others — surprise, you will find them and nurture them in you!

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