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I was a Sledgehammer-breaking down walls and barriers all the time. So many incompetent people to overcome. So many problems to overcome. By the shear strength of my will and with a few mighty blows from the Axe I was able to succeed. Success was mine. I was motivated to overcome the incompetence; I was good at backroom deals where I could look after number one. I cut away the slack, and maneuvered into successful position to lead the unit.
The former manager was to blame for creating the mess I was cleaning up. I was angry that it took this long to be recognized, and I scrapped and clawed my way in here, nothing is going to take me out. I chipped away at the granite; I wielded that sledgehammer and cut out inefficiencies, getting under budget. And in business, the ends justify the means. I want to succeed. I am determined to succeed. No one will stop me. I am powerful, a force to be reckoned with. As I climbed I added more weight; I became a regular at Gold’s pumping Iron to make me stronger, look better. When the hammer came down it smacked like thunder. More mass, more force. I pummeled away at life with ingenuity-time at home with limited interruptions; working smarter, more efficiently. But I was falling faster than pieces of brick I was knocking off the slab. My Back hurt; nagging pain with numbness in my leg. My shoulders hurt, and ached deeply. I slept poorly despite a gin and tonic nightly to put me to rest. My life was heavy like the weight of the Axe that carried overhead every day. Don’t bother me; don’t talk to me; can’t you see I am a man on a mission. Living with the want, the need and the desire- I could not escape it. It was in my mind every day. Morning, time to pick up that sledgehammer and go to work. Nighttime, the hammer lay dormant, a line between my wife.
I thought my arms would be strong and well muscled from my daily workouts, but my shoulders continued to ache day after day- seemed worse with each blow I would strike with trusted sledge. And soon I was nearly crippled with rotator cuff tears in both shoulders.
That lead me here- I need a doctor to help me fix my shoulders so I can pick up that axe, that sledge hammer and get back to business, pounding away at life again. Success is mine and nothing will stop me, even to gimpy shoulders.
So this doctor, this quack, takes one look at my shoulders and the MRI, and tells me,
"If you want to heal, simply put down the hammer. Discard the hammer, put away your mission, and be light and lithe, dancing along the wind, gently blowing in the breeze and softly and safely kissing the ground. Lighten up."
And then he goes further:
"Be calm. Learn patience. Your family is not the enemy. You are stewards of their well being, they need you supportively in their life"
"What has that got to do with my shoulder?" I asked
"Replace want, with thankfulness- thankful for all you have, and all you can help," He said.
"Aren’t there some pills you can give me to help my shoulder?"
Looking right through me he went on, "replace bitterness with betterness."
"How about physical therapy, do you think it will help? I’m not about to be sliced open for this-"
His reply was of no use-
"If you want to heal, you must choose to heal. If you want to heal, you must cooperate with your peers rather than compete for your job promotions; You must find balance-find time for your family and welcome them as gifts under the tree at Christmas; You must be loyal to your work group and stop lambasting them for mistakes- and you must find honor with in yourself to care- genuinely care about the people in your life more than the mission of business. Put down the sledgehammer; stop grinding the axe. But you need to want to put it down through he realization that it does not serve you. When you change who you are, you will change who you are. Then and only then will your shoulder heal"
He finally stopped talking, gave me a steroid dose-pack and sent me off to therapy. It wil be a cold day in hell before I go back to see him again.
