Tuesday, July 01, 2008

"Two Million Minutes" or Where There is a Will Two Million Minutes copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. BeThink.org The exceedingly successful Tennessee businessman may have shrieked with excitement when he realized all along he likely knew what would work well in American schools. "More is best." "Too much is never enough." For an Entrepreneur these adages are thought accurate. Bob Compton, founder and head of several technology and medical firms, a man with a Masters in Business Administration from Harvard knows how to tackle a problem and achieve results. Inspired during a dinner conversation in Bangalore, India, Mister Compton pondered the profundity of his mealtime companion. The man from the Far East was bright, brilliant in fact. He was well versed. As Bob Compton, Tennessee father of 14- and 16-year-old girls assessed his newfound acquaintance, he marveled. He became intensely aware of the puzzle he had not considered in depth previously; American children, teens, and adolescents are not well-informed. Nor are they globally fluent. Compton, a successful venture capitalist, was meeting with some of the Indian software engineers he employed. He soon found himself engaged in "the most interesting conversations I've ever had." He had expected math and science nerds. But they also knew more about history, geography, and literature than most Americans he knew. "I said to them, 'How'd you get this way?'" he recalled. "They said, 'Well, at school.'" After careful consideration, Bob Compton thought he found the solution to what has troubled many in America for years; how do we better educate our children. Mister Compton calculated pupils plus time on task with a teacher trained in a specific topic equals overwhelming output. Certainly, in the marketplace this computation makes sense. Moguls, such as Bob Compton, often muse; minutes are money. Thrilled to realize a resolution to the tribulations educators experience in schools today, Bob...
The Lesson; All Beings Are a Beautiful Bundle of Love copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. BeThink.org The day was delightful. The water was superb. The sun was full and bright. A few billowy, puffy clouds floated through the sky. They were white, cumulus, fluffy fellows, the type that excite many a child as they gaze into the heavens. In parks, on lawns, little ones were likely looking up and pointing. "Look," they might say, "It is a horse, a donkey, or perchance a unicorn." It was a day for whimsy. The children, playful in the pool, barely noticed the graceful shapes as they danced above their heads. Instead, they were focused on what they decided were June bugs. Three young sweet girls stood in the warm water near their Daddy. All were calm, content, and serene. The sisters chatted easily. Father smiled. The youngest lass expressed her curiosity. As her sibling searched for bugs on the plastic rope line, the "baby" in the family asked of the insects. "Are they icky to touch," the cautious curly haired youngster inquired. The more confident elder sister said, "No! They are cute," she said. See." The "older" child showed the girl of fewer years. A stranger, in the adjacent lane was preparing to swim. Becky was her name. She was much older than the children, and perhaps no wiser; nonetheless, she share her assessment of the beetle. Becky said of the six-legged lovelies, "They are life; all creatures are beautiful." With that thought, the father beamed, and the older lady plunged head first into the water filled cement reservoir. Lap after lap and look after look the woman and children enjoyed the quiet of the day. The words the swimmer shared seemed to hang in the air. People came and went, throughout the afternoon, and splendor was all anyone saw. Then, everything...

A being that believes . . . "thinking is the best way to travel!" [Mike Pinder, Moody Blues]

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