What do these three scenarios have in common?

Scenario 1

Terry asked us all to gather around the picnic table outside. He had brought his hiking stick with him as he hopped up on top of the table.

“I want you all to stand a couple of feet back from the table until I call out your name.” He cleared his throat for a second and let out a big breath to settle his nerves.

“I wrote fifteen words on my hiking stick. These are all words that reflect characteristics that I want to exemplify in all facets of my life. These are also words that I’ve seen reflected in each of you during this retreat. When I call out your name, I’ll share the particular trait that I’ve associated with you. In many ways, you’ve all become my teachers and I thank you for that.”

Terry placed his stick in the hole in the middle of the table and took out his notes. “Andrew, your sense of humor and playfulness taught me to never take myself too seriously. My word for you is play. Have a seat at the table.”

Andrew nodded in appreciation and sat down.

Terry continued. “Jeremy, you have always been a sponge for learning. You ask such great questions and always make me think. I love how you love to learn. My word for you is sponge. You taught me to always be the student.”

Jeremy smiled and joined Andrew at the table.

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Within the next few minutes, Terry had shared all of his fifteen words along with the individuals who reminded him of their meaning. He then wrapped up his presentation by saying, “Before this experience I occasionally thought about these words; but to be honest, they were never a part of me. That’s why I asked you all to stand away from the table initially. That’s how it was. But through these past three days, you have each helped me see the deeper meaning behind these words and now they’ve become a part of me, just like all of you have around this table…”

Scenario 2

It is much easier to lead than to be led, at least in Leslie’s world. She liked having control and frankly didn’t always trust others. This is also why she was having a particularly difficult time being led blindfolded in the trust walk activity.

“Did he just say what I thought he said?” asked Leslie to Dawn, her partner.

“You mean the part about us not being able to talk once we get outside?” replied Dawn.

“I was afraid of that,” gasped Leslie. “I don’t know about this.”

“Leslie, you are just going to have to trust me. I promise I’ll be careful.”

Leslie shook her head. “It’s not about you Dawn, it’s about me. I have trust issues.”

Just then the group started moving outside. Leslie said a little prayer to herself as she reluctantly moved out the door, hands locked with Dawn.

The line of trust walk partners moved slowly down the steps of the porch to the ground. Dawn squeezed Leslie’s hand every time they successfully made it past an obstacle or obstruction along the way. The stairs were fairly easy to negotiate, but climbing over the large picnic table…not so much.

Leslie expected to struggle and she initially did. What she didn’t expect, however, was the rush of sensory cues from her four remaining senses.  She could not only feel the slight chill in the mountain air, she could smell it. The powerful river…just a few hundred feet away, sounded like a giant waterfall as it echoed off the canyon walls. It was so loud…and so peaceful at the same time. And the uneven ground beneath her feet forced her to feel each step as if she was an infant walking for the first time.

“Are you smiling?” whispered Dawn as they started to cross a bridge walking backwards.

“I am,” smiled Leslie. “This is cool! I’m actually having fun. It feels like I’m a kid again.”

Suddenly Dawn placed Leslie’s right hand on what appeared to be a ladder of some sort. She then tapped Leslie’s knee, which meant to lift her leg. Leslie took the cue and slowly began to climb. After the fourth step, Dawn signaled for her to sit.

Laughter erupted from the two people before them.

Curiously, Leslie moved her hand around the platform and felt a gradual drop-off.

By this time Dawn had her hands around the back of Leslie’s shoulders, slightly pushing her forward. Leslie grabbed for the sides as her feet moved down the decline.

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It’s a slide! mused Leslie. Memories of her childhood flooded over her and made her giggle. The next gentle push from Dawn had her sliding down on her way to the bottom.

I’m laughing like a child, thought Leslie as she was led from the slide to a swing on the swing set. And I’m trusting like I once did. Maybe it’s time for me to really let go of control!

Scenario 3

The group spread out around the mountain, staying close enough to hear the facilitator shout out instructions.

“Pull out a pen and your values sheet and narrow the list of values on the page down to your top ten.”

Within minutes everyone had their top ten values identified. The instructor pressed on. “Now, I’d like you to select your top five values from your list of ten.”

Although some struggled, the group quickly complied and everyone was down to five values.

“Now I’d like to take you on a narrative journey together,” said the instructor as he pulled out a piece of paper and began reading. “Close your eyes and picture yourself on an airplane to the vacation of a lifetime.”

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As the story unfolded, a series of unexpected turn of events kept cropping up, forcing each person to give up one of their five remaining core values in order to survive throughout the journey.  Despite complaints and resistance, this process continued until a final value was left standing for each group member.

“You are now left with one remaining value; this was the value you held on to all the way to the end. It must be an incredibly important value to you,” summarized the instructor.

The group then shared their top three values with each other and explained why their remaining value was so important to them. It was a difficult exercise but one that brought tremendous clarity.

 

So what do these three scenarios have in common?

They were all excerpts from last week’s Leading From Within program!

 -Geese

Have a “Greater YES!”

I’m tired of excuses, I really am. In fact, can I be brutally honest with you? The external world does not define who you are! Only you can do that. So please don’t take this too personally, but…

I’m sorry your childhood was difficult…but you’re an adult now. Why are you still holding on to the past? That was then…this is now!

Stop telling me you have a problem asserting yourself. I’m not buying it.

What do you mean you cannot muster up the motivation to change? You sure seem to have plenty of motivation to complain.

You regularly criticize Mary for her mistakes but I never see you trying to help her learn from those mistakes. Why is that?

You joke about being a procrastinator, like it’s just a part of you. I don’t think that’s the problem at all. I’d say your problem is that you don’t know what you want and that’s why you cannot prioritize.

Why is it so difficult for you to make a decision? And what’s up with having to get everyone else’s opinion about what you should or shouldn’t do? All that does is complicate things. Besides, it’s not their decision to make.

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The real problem

I don’t believe the external world defines us. I don’t believe that our past dictates our future. And I don’t believe in excuses.  We are our results whether we like it or not.

The problem as I see it is that we are missing the key ingredient to a successful life. That’s right, I’m talking about having a Greater Yes. What do I mean?  Having a Greater Yes makes it easy to say no; that’s because the Yes is of greater value to us than the No. Do you see it? When we don’t have a Greater Yes, we end up doing things that we really don’t want to be doing and/or we do them in a half-assed manner, whining and complaining along the way. And to make matters worse, we point to those things that we don’t enjoy doing as the reason for our lack of enjoyment. We’ve all heard it before…

My upbringing was dysfunctional and I dread every holiday when I have to be with my family.

I don’t like to speak up. That’s not who I am.

The energy to change at my age is not worth the battle.

I don’t like conflict…I don’t like Mary…and why should I help her? She doesn’t help me!

I’m just not excited about what I do and my boss is a micro-manager. He tells me what to do and how to do it. That’s just how it works.

If I get peoples’ opinion before making a decision, it becomes more of a group decision and my ass is not on the line.

Did you know that it takes more energy to blame others than it does to accept responsibility?

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The answer

As I’ve already stated, the answer to accepting responsibility in life is by having a Greater Yes. And, in order to identify a Greater Yes, we have to spend some time defining:

  • Who we are
  • What’s our purpose
  • What matters most to us
  • What are we passionate about
  • What do we value most
  • Who do we need to be on a daily basis
  • What do we want our legacy in this lifetime to be
  • What do we need to do to move forward to becoming the person we are meant to be

If you can answer these questions, you already are well on your way to having a Greater Yes.

This week I have the privilege of leading the 37th Leading From Within program out here in Colorado. The questions above are exactly the work that the participants will be focused on for three powerful days, culminating in presentations on the last day. Presentations, I might add, that rarely leave a dry eye in the room. Why, even just thinking about day 3 gives me goose bumps as I write this.

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People with a Greater Yes

  • See their troubled past as character-building and use it to direct their future.
  • Assert themselves without hesitancy because they know what they want.
  • Direct their motivation instead of trying to find it.
  • Resolve conflict because relationships matter.
  • Know what’s most important and prioritize their life accordingly.
  • Make the difficult decisions with confidence.

It really is that simple.

The only change that needs to take place is within us. It never was about them…

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So what’s your Greater Yes?

Geese

* Be sure to catch Geese talk more on this topic on his Mondays At 3 Talk Radio program every Monday from 3-4pm MST on www.milehiradio.com.

The President Carter interview…Part II

To read Part I, Click Here!

Part II

Sweat began dripping down my face. My voice shook more than the El in Chicago, going around a curve.

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The crowd of eight looked startled, wondering what they could do to help.

Finally, after a couple of minutes of pure agony on everyone’s part, Randy, one of the members stood up and shouted, “Time out!” while making the time out gesture with his hands.

I was relieved.

“Greg, what’s going on?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” I replied. “I’m just a little nervous,” still gasping for air.

“A little?” yelled Mary Ann, the club Vice President. “Greg, you were dying up there. That’s not like you.”

The speech in my head that I had been trying to give had now worked its way to my stomach, causing much unrest. “Okay, I’m really nervous,” I said agonizingly.  “I’ve never spoken in front of so many people and I’m really uptight about it.”

Seeing how important this moment was, Bob suggested we all sit in a circle and forgo the rest of the structured meeting. He then softly looked at me and asked, “Greg, when you got up to the podium, were you seeing in your mind’s eye this group of eight or were you seeing a crowd of people inside Memorial Chapel?”

Initially I thought that was a very odd question…that is until I closed my eyes to see what I was seeing. My body instantly tensed up as the image became more and more clear.

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The room wasn’t a chapel at all. It was some kind of arena with rows and rows of people going as far back as I could see; maybe one or two football fields long. It was massive! I saw myself as this little dot up on stage looking out into this unending sea of people. I felt so alone up there…so intimidated…so disconnected.

I shook my head, trying to push the image out of my mind. “Oh my God, I wasn’t even in this room! I wasn’t even in the Chapel…I was in some packed arena.”

Bob nodded. “You weren’t present…with us…in this room…even with yourself. That’s where that alone and disconnected feeling comes from. You weren’t here!”

Now I was nodding.

Ron jumped in. “You are one of the best speakers in this club. What makes you so good is your ability to connect with us during your speeches. Whether it’s your humor or your stories or your eye contact…you have that ability to hook us in immediately.” He paused. “And that didn’t happen this time.”

Mary Ann interrupted. “Greg, you always start your speeches with something funny. How come you didn’t do that for this speech?”

I leaned in. “Mary Ann, actually I do have a couple of funny lines that I plan on using. I just don’t like testing out my jokes ahead of time for some reason.”

“Because they may not be funny?” joked John, another member.

Everyone laughed, as the room felt lighter.

“Timing,” I said. “My jokes have to be fairly unrehearsed in order for them to have that impromptu aspect to them. If I think too much or get feedback on a particular joke, it quickly loses its spontaneity and comes off too contrived.”

“So the jokes should help you get into the grove, but what about calming your nerves beforehand?” asked new member Dawn.

“I have a suggestion that should help,” offered Bob. “Go into Memorial Chapel…today, and go up to the stage and stand behind the podium and look out. Look up in the balcony and image people sitting there. Look to the two sides and see every seat filled. Look to the farthest seat in the back of the room and put a person there. Fill the whole Chapel. Then breathe. Feel the floor…feel the crowd…see President Carter on the side, waiting to come up. Breathe. Then break down the audience a little more. See the faces…both familiar and unfamiliar…the smiles…and feel the energy. Breathe in the energy and see it as your energy.”

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I was one big smile at this point. “I got it. This isn’t about my speech and it isn’t about my skills to deliver my speech. It’s all about the image that I conjured up about the audience that’s the problem. I simply don’t know what 1,200 people in the Chapel look like so my mind added a couple 0’s to the equation. “

The group nodded and smiled.

“Bob,” I asked, “Do you mind if I forgo practicing again so I can head out to the Chapel right now?”

Cheers and high five’s broke out as I headed out the door. Nothing else needed to be said. Everyone there knew that this wasn’t about practicing for me. It was about visualizing.

The Chapel

I will always be grateful to Bob for the Chapel suggestion. What I learned after standing on stage and looking out at all the empty seats was how exaggerated my imagination had become. Yet, when you spread out a 1,200-seat facility into a left side, a right side, a middle section, and a balcony, the room gets very small and intimate. In fact, I was amazed at how close every seat was to the stage. Eye contact, even with the farthest person in the room, would be no problem.

Now this is very doable, I thought, as my confidence reemerged. I’m going to knock the ball out of the park!

And I did.

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But see for yourself. Simply Click Here (and scroll down) to view my introduction of President Carter.

-Geese

“You’ve got to be kidding…you want me to do what?”

When I think back on my time as director of student activities at the University of Redlands, there is one memory that will always rise above the rest. It’s the kind of memory that still brings chills up and down my spine whenever I go back to that moment in time. And it involved a number of firsts. No, not that kind of firsts!

It was the first time I ever spoke at the historical Memorial Chapel on the University of Redlands campus.

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It was the first time I ever spoke in front of more than 200 people…1,200 to be exact.

It was the first time I ever spoke to the University community, alumni, and dignitaries all together in one place.

It was the first time I ever wrote and presented an introduction for such an important person.

It was the first time I was ever videotaped speaking.

It was the first time I ever met a President of the United States.

It was the first time I ever had an intimate one-on-one dinner with a President of the United States.

It was the first time I ever rode in the President’s limo.

But it wasn’t the first time that I got so nervous that I thought I was going to pass out.

 

The request

I thought it was pretty cool that President Carter accepted our request to speak at the University. I’ve booked a lot of famous speakers, artist, musicians, and authors before but never a President of the United States. This was the cherry on top of the ice cream, as far as I was concerned. But little did I know…

John (Student Body President): “Hey, do you have a minute?”

Me: “Of course. What’s up?”

John: “I wanted to ask you something. Actually, it’s not just me, the executive team wanted me to ask you on behalf of the whole group.”

Me: “Okay, shoot,” I said, wondering what could be so important.

John: “We thought it would be appropriate for you to introduce President Carter at the convocation next month.”

Me: “What? Who? Me? Why me?”

John: “Now that’s the confidence I like to see,” he said jokingly. “Yes you. You did all the work to bring him here and you deserve the credit.”

Me: “But it’s a student event…don’t you think it should be a student who introduces him?”

John: “I’ve already talked to President Appleton, and he thought it was a good idea too. You’re introducing President Carter!” John smiled and gave me the thumbs up gesture as he walked out of my office.

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 I could only shake my head and wonder…What just happened here!

 

The good…the bad…and the ugly

You know when someone says to you “Don’t think about pink elephants” and you think about pink elephants? You’re thinking about pink elephants now, aren’t you? See, it works. Well, that’s kind of what happened to me once I agreed to introduce President Carter, only the pink elephants were replaced by stage fright, anxiety, and all out fear. I mean, it is one thing to stand up in front of my Toastmasters group of thirteen to give a speech but an entirely different animal, if you will, to introduce a President of the United States in front a packed Memorial Chapel of well over 1,200 people. Don’t you agree?

I began obsessing about it. I’d frequently wake up it in the middle of the night in a cold sweat after dreaming about it. And of course everywhere I went people asked me about it. “Aren’t you nervous?” they’d say, or, “Do you realize how many people are going to be there?”

Days turned into weeks and the greatest opportunity of my life was approaching faster than heartburn after eating too much ice cream. But I wasn’t ready or prepared. My mind kept racing.

Should I use humor or just tell the facts? Do I talk about his presidency or all the things he’s done afterwards? Can I read my introduction or use bullet points, like I tell my students? And who’s going to be in the audience? Does it matter? And what does 1,200 people look like from the podium on the stage? Will speaking in front of so many people make me nervous? What if it does? What if I mess up? And who are all these Secret Service people around campus?

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 As each day got closer my anxiety doubled in size. I was having a difficult time pretending that I was ready when I knew deep down inside that I wasn’t even close. Fortunately, or unfortunately as the case may be, I was scheduled as one of the speakers for my Toastmaster Club a couple of days before the big convocation. This would be my opportunity to practice my introduction for the President and get some last-minute feedback from people I really trusted.

 

The practice speech

Bob Graham, the Toastmaster of the meeting cleared his throat. “And now I’d like to introduce to you, Greg Giesen. Greg will be presenting his introduction for President Carter and welcomes your feedback at the end of his speech. Please help me welcome, Greg Giesen!”

The eight members who decided to show up that day applauded.

My body trembled uncontrollably as I took my spot in the front of the room. There were only eight people there…and I was falling apart in front of them. What’s going on! I thought to myself as I began panicking. Why am I so freaking nervous?

To be continued next week…

-Geese

 

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“I trust you!”

It was day 3 of a weeklong outdoor experiential program and we were getting lessons on how to climb straight up a mountain using a belay system. We were a group of ten and each one of us was assigned a captain to oversee the belay crew for our individual climb up the face of the mountain and back down again. None of us had ever belayed before and we were all a little nervous.

“Before we begin, I want each of you to pair up with your assigned captains,” shouted Christian, our instructor.

“Now I want each pair to stand facing each other and I want you to look into each others eyes.”

Okay, this is awkward, I thought.

He continued. “Keep in mind that you are about to put your life in the hands of the person standing directly in front of you. Now I need each of to say out loud to the other, ‘I trust you!’ Only say it if you truly mean it!”

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Fortunately for me, I had a good experience the previous two days with my partner, Mike, and had no problem looking him in the eyes and sincerely saying, “I trust you.”

Christian and the two other instructors carefully watched and listened to each pair.

Before Mike could return the “I trust you” to me, we both watched as Christian escorted Kelly and Jonathan over to a spot in the grass where he had them sit down. “Neither of you are going anywhere until you can talk through whatever it is that is preventing you from trusting each other.”

Just then Jeff and David were pulled from the group and told to do the same.

“Oh my God, what’s going on?” I whispered to Mike.

“You didn’t hear their argument last night?” he said, referring to Kelly and Jonathan. “It got pretty heated.”

“What about Jeff and David?” I asked rather curiously.

“David doesn’t trust anyone. That,” as he pointed over at the two, “isn’t about Jeff, it’s about David. It wouldn’t matter who his partner is.”

Christian and the other two instructors joined the two dyads sitting on the grass to help facilitate their discussions. The rest of us patiently waited, grateful that we were the observers and not the participants.

Reflections

Both Kelly/Jonathan and David/Jeff quickly worked through their trust issues with each other and we were all up and climbing within minutes. I should mention here that both pairs were highly motived to resolve their concerns and create the necessary trust to move forward with the climb. Unfortunately, that’s not always the case.

Do you initially trust others or do they have to earn your trust first?

How important is trust in your relationships?

What do you do to create trust with others?

What would it take for trust to be broken in a relationship with you?

In many ways, trust is at the foundation of my Leading From Within program. If the group doesn’t trust one-another, they won’t go as deep or be as vulnerable as they need to be. That’s why I spend so much time the first day of the program building a team atmosphere amongst the participants; I need to create trust and safety in the group.

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Think about the people in your life that you could literally stand in front of, with direct eye contact, and say, “I trust you.”

Who are those people and why do you trust them? And who are the people you don’t trust and why? Is it worth it to sit down with those people and talk through the trust issue?

I’m a pretty trusting person outright. And yes, I’ve gotten burned a few times, but not enough to become distrustful.  The bigger issue for me is defining what a trusting relationship means and sharing that with people. After all, how else will they know?

-Geese

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