Dr. Vo, the Solar Pro

In this episode, The Solar Pro . . .

Have you ever considered your impact on people? Whether in a group or individual setting, do you think about the impression you make? In previous podcasts, I've honored my friend, Doan Vo, highlighting the enduring impact of seemingly small actions that make lasting impressions.

Recently, a birthday luncheon was hosted for Dr. Vo at the Phoenix Renewable Services (PRS) headquarters in Carlsbad, CA., with a staff of about 30 present. I was invited to attend, working from home that day. As we greeted the employees with a warm smile and a handshake, the question kept coming up:

“Are you going to sing another song for this event like last time?”

I was somewhat shocked–you see– the "Take Me Home" song (click the link for those who missed it) was written and performed over two years ago. Despite feeling a bit silly at the time and experiencing some embarrassment while performing it, I was surprised that the staff remembered it, especially since I had not seen them since.

I responded, “No, song, but I have written a poem. Would you like to hear it?”

“Absolutely,” was their excited response. Well, here it is:

Have you heard of Dr. Vo?

He's the best in the biz, don’t you know!
When solar systems sputter and stop,
It’s Dr. Vo who’s first to hop—

On the scene, with tools in hand,
The smartest man in all the land!

At Cenergy, he’s O&M’s head,
Keeping every solar panel fed.
He’s the lead of the V-Team crew,
There’s no solar job he can’t do!
With NextWave software shining bright,
He led its launch—what a sight!

Headed home from a trip to the U.S.A.,
Dr. Vo shared knowledge along the way,
With teammates from Vietnam, far and wide,
Together, they worked side by side.

Las Vegas lights? He took the team!
Then, off to Disneyland for a dream.
Through it all, he laughed and smiled,
For Dr. Vo has quite the style.

Now a birthday’s drawing near—
Seventy years of solar cheer!
On October 28th, it’s time to shout,
“Happy Birthday, Dr. Vo!”
Let’s all sing out!

A solar wizard, a leader bold,
With wisdom brighter than gold!
So here’s to Dr. Vo, the solar king—
For all the joy and light you bring!

My listening friends, never underestimate your influence on others. Sometimes, a small gesture can unknowingly build a strong human connection. Giving gifts is not just about buying gifts; it's also about sharing experiences through music, poetry, conversation, laughter, and a meal.

The human connection!

I’m Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. See you in the next episode.

(Safe travels, my friend).

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