“What was that about your Dad’s last Dale Carnegie class you mentioned yesterday?” Well, I’m glad you asked! I just know that, that little detail, stuck in the last blog post, must have kept you awake last night, even if you might not have asked right out loud.
About a month ago, my Dad mentioned Dale Carnegie. I’d actually read one of the Carnegie books a few years ago, when I was still a receptionist, wearing business shirts, ironed dresses and high heels. Last week, it so happened that we arrived in Saskatoon on the night of the last of the twelve class course, in which my Dad was allowed to bring a friend or family member. I’m not exactly sure how to describe the experience except that by the end of some 30 testimonials, I felt I could have been friends with any person in the room. Each one had shown a piece of their heart, shared a goal and in so many words, promised sincerely applied improvement.
Now, all of that sounds a little soppy, and pathetic, and JACINTA, WE DIDN’T COME HERE FOR SELF-HELP! By the second sentence of this post, John, my rugby-playing brother, got the heebie-jeebies, his eyes glazed over, and thoughts of the Fifa World Cup started kicking a soccer ball around his brain. (That is, of course, if he actually read the blog.)
Nonetheless, here’s a toast to self-improvement!
