James Rosebush, On Leadership

Not all leaders are game-changers.

Game-changers are supercharged leaders.

They stir the pot, alter the strategy, move the ball, and redesign the construct. They shift and alter. They are the leaders that affect history.

Here are few signs you may — or may not — be one. 

1. You’re restless.
You have a low tolerance for boredom. People might advise: "get calm, quiet and centered, slow down." But if you look at people who have introduced new technologies that have changed the world — from John D. Rockefeller to Elon Musk — their stories are ones of restlessness. It’s OK if you are or are not. We need a balance in society of the restless and the calm.
2. You worry.
Worry can be converted into positive energy, but you have to know how to do it, to link opportunity to it, and to impersonalize and de-victimize yourself from it. Sit yourself down in chair and place another chair opposite you. Put the worry in the other chair and talk to it. Master it. Tell it what to do and that you are going to use it as a catapult for leadership. De-couple it from your own personality. Doing this can have powerful results. It unchains the mind. Margaret Thatcher, the Iron Lady, told me that even she worried every time she got up on stage. She harnessed it, used it as fuel. Worry did not defeat her.

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A diner in North Carolina is putting its faith in a new form of economic self-determination: Pay what God wants.

Dana Parris, owner of the Just Cookin restaurant in Dallas, North Carolina, decided to take the prices off her menus. Instead of having a set number, she asks her customers to pay what they think God would like.

"He just came to me and said I don’t need to do it, I need to let him do it," Parris told the Gaston Gazette of Gaston County, North Carolina. "The way I could show I was giving God control was to give him control of the cash register."

The Good Lord has been something of a cash cow for Parris. Revenues tripled in the first week, she says.

A message to ISIS – We are Christians and Proud from the Middle-East here to stay

Le liban que jai aime

Allegra MORABITO
Fille de l’ambassadeur d’Italie au Liban

Sheba Morabito, the Ambassador of Italy and Allegra Morabito

Et derrière cette chaleur, ses tensions politiques, ses roquettes, ses maladies, ses virus, sa pollution, son embouteillage omniprésent, ses ouvriers qui te sifflent chaque deux mètres en criant « kifik ya helweh », son langage incompréhensible, sa distance qui sépare un endroit de l’autre, son manque de propreté, sa corruption, ses promesses jamais respectées, sa propagande, sa censure, sa discrimination, ses accidents de voitures, ses lois ignorées, ses odeurs variées, ses chansons qui ne cessent de répéter « habibi » et « hayeteh », sa température qui passe de 10 degrés à 30 degrés d’un jour à l’autre, l’absence d’un président, ses ruines oubliées, je sais que le Liban va me manquer.

Je sais que devant chaque plat de pâtes, je penserai au taboulé et au fattouche, au kebbé et à la man’oucheh, à la labné et au hommos, à la limonade et au jellab, au taouk et au kafta, à la fraîcheur des fruits et des légumes, à l’achta et au kneffeh, aux pistaches et aux noisettes.
Je sais que ses lumières et ses feux d’artifice quotidiens, sa vivacité et sa gaieté, ses night-clubs et ses restaurants me manqueront.
Je sais que les grosses lèvres et les seins qui semblent toucher le sol de certaines Libanaises, le botox excessif et les nez invisibles, retroussés, alimenteront mes moments de tristesse.
Je sais que le mélange de langues dans chaque phrase accompagnée d’un « Hi ! Ça va ? Chou, tu as fait quoi hier, hayeteh ? », les insultes qui occupent 60 % des phrases n’accompagneront plus mes conversations. Et, bizarrement, après quatre ans ici, se convaincre d’arrêter d’utiliser « ya3ne », « enno », « an jad », « walaw », « hayeteh »… chaque deux mots sera un combat pour moi.