Unlike many books which highlight the “gurus”, So What Do You Do? Discovering the Genius Next Door with One Simple Question puts the spotlight on the unsung heroes; the everyday person; your neighbor; each of which has a special expertise which is demonstrated in their vocation or hobby.
From exceptional parenting and exciting adventure travel to growing a thriving business and dealing with issues of personal growth, So What Do YOU Do? will take you to new places and inspire you to share your genius with the world.
Unlike many books which highlight the “gurus”, So What Do You Do? Discovering the Genius Next Door with One Simple Question puts the spotlight on the unsung heroes; the everyday person; your neighbor; each of which has a special expertise which is demonstrated in their vocation or hobby.
From exceptional parenting and exciting adventure travel to growing a thriving business and dealing with issues of personal growth, So What Do YOU Do? will take you to new places and inspire you to share your genius with the world.
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Unlike many books which highlight the “gurus”, So What Do You Do? Discovering the Genius Next Door with One Simple Question puts the spotlight on the unsung heroes; the everyday person; your neighbor; each of which has a special expertise which is demonstrated in their vocation or hobby.
From exceptional parenting and exciting adventure travel to growing a thriving business and dealing with issues of personal growth, So What Do YOU Do? will take you to new places and inspire you to share your genius with the world.
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| ISBN-13: | 9781614488514 |
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| Publisher: | Morgan James Publishing |
| Publication date: | 10/08/2013 |
| Pages: | 224 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.70(d) |
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CHAPTER 1
SLUM DOC VISIONAIRE
by Ashish Goyal
* * *
The heat, humidity, and smell of garbage were starting to get to me. It was my last day working in India as a volunteer medical student in one of the largest slums in the world, Dharavi. The Niramaya Health Foundation had started a makeshift clinic in the Mumbai area, which has since been popularized by the movie "Slumdog Millionaire." The clinic offered medical care to locals, including a large population of illegal child-laborers. The day had been fairly uneventful until a 12-year-old boy was brought in by his sweatshop employer. He had the chills and looked like he was about to collapse. I examined him and noticed that he was dehydrated, running a high fever, breathing fast, and coughing repeatedly. I heard the crackling sounds of pneumonia in his lungs and his heartbeat was faster than I could count. I started asking him questions about how he was feeling, but he kept telling me he felt fine. I could tell he was nervous, and then I realized that his employer was standing directly behind him, listening to every word.
I approached the clinic doctor with my diagnosis and recommended that the boy be hospitalized. Dr. Amit shared my concerns but explained to me that the sweatshop employers were just starting to trust us, and making such a drastic recommendation would work against the child's best interests. He said that the employer would simply leave and take the child to a clinic that "knows" what they're doing, or worse, take him back to the sweatshop and deal with the problem later.
I told him at the very least we needed to prescribe some hard-hitting antibiotics, provide direction on how to keep him hydrated, and make sure we follow up. Dr. Amit told me that the clinic didn't stock those antibiotics, and "outside medicines" cost money that the employers are not willing to spend — employers come to the clinic because they know it's free.
Just as I had started to convince myself that we were making progress, and that four years of medical school had prepared me for this moment, Dr. Amit's comments reminded me of the realities of slum life in Dharavi. I had seen poverty and poor health during that month, but this was a life and death situation. I found myself pleading with Dr. Amit, but it seemed there was no good alternative.
On the flight back to the U.S. that night, I couldn't stop thinking about my experiences as a Niramaya volunteer. How could the situation be so dire that a child with life-threatening pneumonia actually sees a doctor and still can't get the care he needs? I knew there had to be more that I could do than put the experience behind me.
Seven months later I returned to India. Something inside me had been ignited, and I decided to put the remainder of my medical training on hold for a year. I returned to India with a three-fold mission. First, help Niramaya improve their existing clinics. Second, assist them in starting a new, modernized clinic. And finally, I'd recruit one volunteer per month in order to ensure the volunteer effort remained stable after I left. I worked 15-20 hours per day, doubting all of this was even possible. To my own surprise, by the fifth month I had improved Niramaya's existing clinics, started an adolescent health and sex education program, and helped Niramaya open a new, modernized clinic in a slum community desperate for healthcare. The clinic treated over 70 child sweatshop laborers on its first day, and an estimated 2,000 people over the next 12 months. Eventually, the clinic was relocated to a larger facility due to overwhelming demand.
While some of my accomplishments during those five months required medical knowledge, I noticed that most of the value I was providing wasn't due to my medical training at all. It was my willingness to help wherever there was a need. For example, there were no electronic records of the patient forms being used, so I replicated the documents in Word and made some modifications based on Dr. Amit's recommendations. I also assisted in designing a unique patient record keeping system and suggested placing a wooden partition between the examination and waiting areas to safeguard the patients' privacy and reduce the background noises that were interfering with heart and lung exams. These changes didn't require complex medical knowledge, they required someone who was passionate about "helping where help was needed."
I still had six months left and the most difficult task ahead: help Niramaya recruit one volunteer per month after I left. My desire to accomplish this goal was fueled by the poverty that surrounded me. People lived on top of garbage dumps, didn't have toilets, and couldn't afford basic medical care. My accomplishments had given me the confidence to think big, and I decided to start my own nonprofit organization. I didn't want to reinvent the wheel, I merely wanted to help it roll faster.
I named the organization AVSAR. Its mission was to find passionate volunteers to work with grassroots organizations in an effort to enhance existing programs and create new ones, both of which would survive long after I left. In other words, "help where help was needed." During the pilot stage, I recruited six volunteers for four different nonprofit organizations, including Niramaya. They embraced AVSAR's mission and were more creative in their efforts than I could have ever imagined.
When I returned to the U.S. at the end of the year, I left a local staff to run the program. There were also many volunteers willing to contribute a program fee in return for support and guidance. They were MBA students, doctors, dentists, engineers, web designers, college students, teachers, and others who simply wanted to make a difference. The AVSAR personnel welcomed them at the airport, housed them, provided computers, internet access, cell phones, food service, and even a two day orientation that covered volunteerism, the city, transportation, and cultural barriers. AVSAR aimed to remove all obstacles so that volunteers could focus on one thing: making an impact.
Within a few years, AVSAR hosted over 100 volunteers from over ten countries. My one-month experience as a volunteer had turned into over a decade of service that touched tens of thousands of lives. Although the organization was doing great work, I had started AVSAR with $20,000 of my own money. As the organization's potential grew, it was limited by my money and time. I was unable to hire a CEO or help scale it because I was working 80 hours per week as a medical intern. Unable to give the organization the attention it deserved, I chose to suspend operations until I could come up with a solution.
In 2011, I started a company called PediatricsBoardReview.com (PBR). Through PBR I've helped pediatricians from around the world pass their medical board exams. The income has allowed me to work on a part-time basis and pursue my passion for making a difference on a greater scale. I've donated an additional $50,000 to AVSAR and plan to raise another $50,000-$100,000 for its re-launch.
It's exciting to think of everything the new AVSAR will do for the world. The need is tremendous, and AVSAR's potential to become the center of a network of nonprofit organizations will have a global impact. Through the hard work of so many AVSAR Alumni, it's obvious that anyone can help make a difference if they are simply willing to "help where help is needed."
To learn more about how you can help where help is needed, simply visit www.AvsarVolunteers.org/help.
CHAPTER 2LESSONS IN T-BALL
by Ted Prodromou
* * *
It's the bottom of the 9th inning. The score is 4-3 and the bases are loaded. The count is full and the cleanup hitter has fouled off four pitches in a row. A walk will tie the game. A base hit and we lose.
Our catcher calls time-out and jogs to the mound to strategize with our pitcher. They're trying to figure out how to get this guy out. After a quick chat, they give each other a nod — the plan is in place. Our pitcher takes a deep breath and steps onto the mound. He looks to the catcher for the sign. He winds up and throws a change-up that totally fools the batter. Strike out! We are the champions of the San Anselmo Baseball Association again!
Yes, this is a story about Little League Baseball; about how a brother and sister with no experience coached their sons to three championships in four years against rival coaches who played college baseball.
But this narrative is much more than a story about how to win Little League championships. As the years pass, I realize the significant impact we had on those eight to twelve year olds. We taught them life lessons that affected their lives as well as ours. Kids often get frustrated when they strike out or can't catch a hard hit ball. You fail most of the time in baseball, so you have to learn how to pick yourself up, dust off the disappointment, and get back into the game. I often see the boys (now men) around town and they always thank me for those great seasons. Countless parents tell me how we changed their kids' lives by teaching them not only how to play baseball but how to be confident and overcome their fear of failure.
Do you want to know the secret of our success?
Our success wasn't planned. It's not like my sister and I sat down one day and devised a strategy to dominate the local Little League. It was purely an accident that we won so many championships. Actually, looking back on our experience, maybe it wasn't an accident after all.
The other coaches' experience turned out to be a competitive advantage. My sister Connie and I stopped playing Little League when we were teenagers (she still plays co-ed softball today in her late 50's) and knew nothing about coaching baseball, which also turned out to be an advantage.
The other coaches focused on teaching advanced drills to their teams. They used to put the kids through the same drills they practiced when they played high school and college ball. One coach even had a playbook that the kids had to memorize in order to play on his team. He taught them numerous defensive formations and would bark out code names during the games. The kids would instantly jump into the proper defensive formation. It looked impressive, but it didn't win them many games!
Connie and I had a completely opposite approach. We realized that most of these kids had never played baseball. Most of them could barely throw or catch and only a few could hit the ball. We focused on teaching the fundamentals of baseball: how to throw, catch and swing properly. Our expectations were very different from those of the other coaches.
This is basically what our roster looked like each season:
• One or two boys were really good and were appointed the team leaders.
• Eight to ten boys had a little baseball experience; they could throw and catch but not very well.
• The rest of the team could barely catch or throw. If they got a hit during a game it was because the pitch accidentally hit the bat.
While the other coaches spent most of their time working with the top five or six players on the team, Connie and I focused on the bottom ten. We knew the kids who were already good would get better just by coming to practice and playing games. We worked with them a little in practice to help them improve, but most of our time was spent teaching the others how to throw, catch, and swing the bat properly.
My expectations for the bottom half of the team were simple: If they caught one fly ball or fielded a grounder during the season it was a successful season. If they got one hit during the season, I was ecstatic. You see, if one of the weaker players on the team made one play, whether in the field or at bat, we usually won the game.
I concentrated on building the confidence of the weakest players. My only rule was that they always tried their hardest. If they erred in the field or struck out at bat but gave it their all, I was fine with it. If they didn't try their hardest, I would push them to give 100% at all times. I didn't expect perfection, but I did expect their best efforts.
Oh yeah, I also encouraged them to have fun. The other coaches were so absorbed with winning while we were having the time of our lives. Baseball is a game isn't it? Games are supposed to be fun!
The result?
Each year I coached, every player on the team had at least one hit. I remember one game in which the bases were loaded and there were two outs. The boy coming up to bat had never played baseball and hadn't come close to getting a hit that season. He was trembling as he walked up to the plate because he was afraid of making the last out. I called time-out so I could talk to him and calm him down.
First I told him to take a few deep breaths to relax. Then I asked him what he really loved doing and what he felt comfortable doing. He said, "I'm a great skier," so I told him to imagine himself on the slopes, flying down the hill. He instantly lit up and stood tall. He walked up to the plate with a big smile on his face and more confident than I had ever seen him. He hit a single and was the hero of the game. To this day, we both remember that moment.
So what's the moral of this story?
Life can be very complicated. Keep it simple and enjoy every minute like it's your last.
My Little League coaching experience is just one of many stories from my life. I was born with the gift of simplifying the complex. I love mentoring others; I'm constantly helping people simplify their complexities so they can live their lives to the fullest.
CHAPTER 3MY MOTHER WAS RIGHT
by Connie Ragen Green
* * *
I grew up extremely poor. My mother's answer for securing my financial future was education. It was just the two of us, and from the time I was in elementary school, every weekend we would take the bus to one of the colleges or universities in the Los Angeles area. When I was twelve we moved to Miami and our campus tours continued there. While we were visiting these institutions of higher learning, my mom would talk about what my life would be like as a college student. She told me that I could do anything I wanted to with my life. I now understand my mother's thinking at the time, but it did discourage me from embracing my entrepreneurial desires.
The summer I turned thirteen I started two businesses. One was a babysitting service with some of my girlfriends, and the other was a lawn mowing service with the boy next door. Mom reluctantly allowed me to do this, but was much happier in the fall when our neighbor offered me a weekend job as a hostess at the restaurant he managed. I worked there every Saturday and Sunday for almost a year, until his daughter came back from college and needed the job.
The following summer I went back to creating my own income, this time raising salt water fish and gerbils to sell to the local pet store and scraping barnacles off of boats. At this young age I could already see the benefits of owning a business: flexible hours, the ability to earn more money when you needed it, and no worries about being replaced by the manager's daughter.
But my mother's influence eventually won out, and so I decided to go to college and study veterinary medicine. In high school I took a job at an animal clinic, learning as much as I could about the profession. My life then began to take many twists and turns, and I finally decided that the pain and suffering of the animals was too much for me to bear. After graduating from college I went on to law school for a year, worked as a claims adjuster, and finally became a real estate agent.
My twenties were unremarkable, and around age thirty I decided I needed something more out of my life. When the Challenger Space Shuttle disaster occurred in January, 1986, I thought about my childhood dream of becoming a classroom teacher. Immediately after the Challenger tragedy, the media focused on the students at Christa McAuliffe's school and I saw in their eyes what this teacher, who would have become the first teacher in space, had meant to them. Within a year I was enrolled in a teaching certification program and working in my neighborhood school as a teaching assistant. For the first time in my life I felt like the work I was doing was meaningful.
Fast forward twenty years. I'd worked as a classroom teacher in four different schools, teaching kindergarten through high school (I liked fifth graders the most). Teachers do not earn a ton of money, so I had been selling real estate all those years so I could own a home and take a vacation every other year. This meant leaving my house before six each morning to beat the rush hour traffic on the way to school, finishing by four or so, and then going on to my real estate appointments. My weekends, holidays, and breaks were spent working the real estate market. And did I mention that I also had cancer three times during all of this?
Along the way I volunteered as a Big Sister to a disabled African-American girl and was a foster mother to a boy from a dysfunctional family. Other than that I did little to give back to my community or the world. As I got older it became glaringly apparent to me that unless something changed, this would be the story of my life. At that point, however, I was still taking a passive role, waiting for someone else to make things happen for me.
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Table of Contents
Acknowledgements ix
Introduction Joel Comm xi
FREE Memebership Offer xv
Slum Doc Visionaire Ashish Goyal 1
Lessons in T-Ball Ted Prodromou 6
My Mother was Right Connie Ragen Green 10
Traveling Around the World Sheila Simkin 14
Pay It Forward Patricia Clason 19
The Dull Mens Club Leland Carlson 23
I Am Not Invisible! Arlene Krantz 29
The Importance of Making a Difference James D. Foster, Ph.D. 33
Doing What Comes Naturally Lee Collins 38
Sail Away Girl M. Elizabeth Aristeguieta 43
Wiping Fear Off the Map Sonya Ramsey 47
Never Judge a Book by It's Cover Reginald Wilson 52
The Crusher of Limiting Beliefs Lorinda Clausen 57
Living for the Spotlight Debra Jason 62
A Tool for Business Success-the Power of Story Gary Rushin 67
"The Shawshank Redemption" and Podcasting Ed Hill 71
Quit Telling Yourself Lines Jason Nicholas 76
Shining the Light of Wisdom Debz Collins 81
Discover Your Own Internal Navigation System Julianne Gardner 86
STEP Ahead to Success A.J. Slivinski 92
The Making of a Real Estate Powerhouse Beth Ryan 97
Punching Doubt and Fear in the Face Alan Young 101
Leaving an Imprint Karli Grace 106
The Heart of a Blogger Dan R. Morris 111
Crackpot Creativity Angela Wood 116
How to Write a Book with Virtually No Experience Marijo Tinlin 121
The "Duct Tape" Method Antoine McCoy 126
It's Not How Much You Know, It's How Much You Care Brad Dixon 130
Leading with Acceptance Nancy Rose 135
The Investing Code Brian Ochsner 140
Kool-Aid Labels and Candy Mary Hladio 145
Seventeen Years, Two Jobs, and a Song Jason Yana 150
The "Why" Kent Maerki 154
Playing Jazz With The Masters Michael Ogorek 159
Habitual Success Dwan Sullivan 163
I'm Not a Cranky Yoga Mom Kathleen Kizirnis 168
Digging for Gold Rolanda Lang 172
Silver Linings Marshall Bone 176
All You Need Is Love Mike McMahon 180
From the Projects to the Boardroom Miguel A de Jesus 185
AMPLIFY-15 Steps to Launch Fast, Get to Contract & Cash Checks Thomas K.R. Stovall 190
Blending Magic Nathan Schneider 196
The Road to Recovery Peter Engert 201
Surviving Domestic Enslavement Paula Thomas 205
The Greatest Gift You Can Give Yourself Kim Burger 209
What's in Your Portfolio? Richard Hudson 213
About the Author 219