Last night I walked into a fine dining establishment and was shocked by what I saw. Couples, families, groups of friends sitting together at tables yet absorbed in different worlds, each staring into the device of their choice, oblivious to the souls around them.
Last week I watched a 13 year old girl walk into a light post while texting.
Last month I attended my 50 year class reunion.
Cotton High School. Class of 1946.
It was a highlight of my year. I came away with some valuable insights I wish I had learned long ago.
A single question asked by Paul Gustavson, leader of The Platform Builders mastermind group helped me consider and recognize an important definition of success.
We live in a fast culture. We demand fast service, fast computers and fast food. Fast food, by the way, isn’t fast. It just lies there under that heat lamp waiting for slow people to pick it up. Calling it fast evidently makes us feel better. Eating it doesn’t. Imagine how healthy we could be if we ate real fast food.
I love Franklin TN. I love the people. I love the beautiful country homes. I love the history.
Evidently a lot of people love Franklin, because the population has grown exponentially. The city planners realized this so they planned to do construction on all the roads leading to and from Franklin. Someone in those planning meetings then came up with an idea,
“Let’s do the all the construction at once! That way we can bring traffic to a complete standstill.”