It Shouldn't Be But Most Judge The Book By Its Covers.
The elevator shook as we began our ascent. It came to a stop at the sixth floor and the door opened hesitantly with an ear-irritating creak. I stepped out into the hallway bewildered and almost in doubt whether I was at the right place or not. The door directly in front of me carried a sign that convinced me I wasn’t wrong.
What kind of hospital is this?
It had been the closest of all the hospitals I was referred to for a medical test for my immigration papers.
I stepped into the door. A table in the center of the room had medical magazines strewed all over it in untidy piles. A few chairs surrounded the table, one of which was broken at the back. Three women stared at me as I entered. I saw that one was a nurse by her worn out overcoat.
‘How can I help you sir?’ She said in a sweet voice, smiling.
The voice and the smile totally contrasted all my eyes had been treated to since I stepped into the building.
Stepping forward I explained why I had come and shortly after was treated to one the most courteous service I had ever gotten. I got my mission fulfilled in a few minutes.
As I stepped out of the front door I wondered how many will go through it, risk the elevator, ignore the clutter to get to the smiling nurse.
Most wouldn’t. I thought. I almost didn’t.
Sort of like gold hid in dust. Most don’t know it’s there. Most aren’t diggers.
Not many wait to taste the content before reaching a conclusion. Most will judge by facade.
On my way back home I stopped at Radio Shack to get a wire accessory for a video recording I needed to do. The purchase wasn’t uneventful but worthy of note for now is the purchased.
I paid for wire but I got more than wire.
My wire was painstakingly packed in a beautiful package inserted and sealed in another.
I bought beauty. I procured excellence.
Then the day’s lesson came to me. The package gives worth to what is little valued and notice to the innately valuable. How often has the package of a new brand of detergent persuaded our trial of it?
Your gift at first is imperceptible to the eyes of those who deserve its blessing.
Most wouldn’t wait to see it because of your garb.
What you wear can clog the listeners’ ears.
How you dress may speak louder than your eloquent address.
The way you dress is how you will be addressed.
You either get a second look at your talents by how you look or get overlooked.
A company’s agent is a visit to her facilities. He’s a taste of her services. He speaks louder than the radio ad and looms bigger than the T.V commercial. Good customer service is customer possession and loyalty. No wonder the best of them binds their agents to a dressing code.
Consider this true story at this point.
Smith Wigglesworth, the early twentieth century apostle of faith once stayed at someone’s house. One of the mornings he came into his host’s room, fully dressed in his suit, tie and shoes and began speaking prophetic words. Immediately after speaking he went back to his room and put on his casual wears. Later his host asked him why he dressed so formally earlier when he had no intentions of going out.
Wigglesworth replied :
‘When I came to you the other time I was speaking for God. My dressing must represent him well.’
You represent God, the best of heaven men will see for now. The closest to God the world will be yet.
So wrap yourself with excellence.
Drape yourself with finesse.
Autograph all your projects with quality.
Put a signature of excellence on your work.
Make your first impressions pleasing.
Package yourself like the product on the Wal-Mart shelf and call buyers to your exquisite content.
Don’t be the sweet nurse in the chaotic clinic.
You will be discovered. You will sell.
It shouldn’t be so but most judge the book by is covers
What kind of hospital is this?
It had been the closest of all the hospitals I was referred to for a medical test for my immigration papers.
I stepped into the door. A table in the center of the room had medical magazines strewed all over it in untidy piles. A few chairs surrounded the table, one of which was broken at the back. Three women stared at me as I entered. I saw that one was a nurse by her worn out overcoat.
‘How can I help you sir?’ She said in a sweet voice, smiling.
The voice and the smile totally contrasted all my eyes had been treated to since I stepped into the building.
Stepping forward I explained why I had come and shortly after was treated to one the most courteous service I had ever gotten. I got my mission fulfilled in a few minutes.
As I stepped out of the front door I wondered how many will go through it, risk the elevator, ignore the clutter to get to the smiling nurse.
Most wouldn’t. I thought. I almost didn’t.
Sort of like gold hid in dust. Most don’t know it’s there. Most aren’t diggers.
Not many wait to taste the content before reaching a conclusion. Most will judge by facade.
On my way back home I stopped at Radio Shack to get a wire accessory for a video recording I needed to do. The purchase wasn’t uneventful but worthy of note for now is the purchased.
I paid for wire but I got more than wire.
My wire was painstakingly packed in a beautiful package inserted and sealed in another.
I bought beauty. I procured excellence.
Then the day’s lesson came to me. The package gives worth to what is little valued and notice to the innately valuable. How often has the package of a new brand of detergent persuaded our trial of it?
Your gift at first is imperceptible to the eyes of those who deserve its blessing.
Most wouldn’t wait to see it because of your garb.
What you wear can clog the listeners’ ears.
How you dress may speak louder than your eloquent address.
The way you dress is how you will be addressed.
You either get a second look at your talents by how you look or get overlooked.
A company’s agent is a visit to her facilities. He’s a taste of her services. He speaks louder than the radio ad and looms bigger than the T.V commercial. Good customer service is customer possession and loyalty. No wonder the best of them binds their agents to a dressing code.
Consider this true story at this point.
Smith Wigglesworth, the early twentieth century apostle of faith once stayed at someone’s house. One of the mornings he came into his host’s room, fully dressed in his suit, tie and shoes and began speaking prophetic words. Immediately after speaking he went back to his room and put on his casual wears. Later his host asked him why he dressed so formally earlier when he had no intentions of going out.
Wigglesworth replied :
‘When I came to you the other time I was speaking for God. My dressing must represent him well.’
You represent God, the best of heaven men will see for now. The closest to God the world will be yet.
So wrap yourself with excellence.
Drape yourself with finesse.
Autograph all your projects with quality.
Put a signature of excellence on your work.
Make your first impressions pleasing.
Package yourself like the product on the Wal-Mart shelf and call buyers to your exquisite content.
Don’t be the sweet nurse in the chaotic clinic.
You will be discovered. You will sell.
It shouldn’t be so but most judge the book by is covers
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