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Man on the Run

“Whenever I feel like exercise, I lie down until the feeling passes.” Robert M. Hutchins


I can sprint as fast as Usain Bolt. 

At least it felt that way the other day when I had an opportunity to put my legs through their paces.

When I damaged my medial ligament, a few weeks before, I discovered a new source of pain. The healing was slow, hurting like a toothache-of-the-knee any time it had a spot of exercise.

Ready… Steady…

On the day of my sprint I arrived at the big Park-and-Ride at the north of the Forth Bridge and spotted the express bus to Edinburgh coming in close behind me. For the first time ever, I found a parking space within fifty yards of the terminal. With it came the opportunity to catch the transport and get back on schedule. Only one hassle, walking wasn’t an option? …

The Accelerative Man

What happened? A hardwired response. I found myself accelerating to a moderate, slightly lopsided lumber. The driver couldn’t see me for the terminal building. People, even older than me, rushed from a drop off space, blockers, hastening at maximum crawl; about a quarter of my velocity. The bus’s rear stuck out past the building. A gap appeared in the surging, breathless, herd of humanity. I hurtled through  and made the corner of the wall in time to see the doors close. 

Tip-toe Through the Ancients

An ancient woman, almost level with the front, gave up red-faced and puffing. I slalomed round her and caught the driver’s eye. He lowered his head, rolled his eyes and let me on. Another four or five aged sprinters, including the red-faced ancient, and the blockers, marshalled themselves behind me. The man at the wheel didn’t return my smile and cheerful greeting. Schedules are what they are, I suppose.

Daft Indeed

I found a seat. And what pops into my head? Dignity!

You must’ve looked pretty undignified as you ran for the bus. The voice sounded like HAL in  2001 a Space Odyssey.

Nobody pointed. The people behind me were relieved to see the door open. No one muttered “fool”. Did a couple really nod appreciation to me for getting the door opened?  Yes.

Like a Falling Tree

Bottom line? Nobody thought about my appearance of dignity but me. When it came to running for the bus even I forgot about it! Who said: “if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, is there a sound?” (such profundity) If a (nearly) old fart runs for a bus and nobody laughs and points, is there any indignity?

Silly boy!
Mac Logan © 
 

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Gentle Heart

Seumas wants to reblog this, so here’s the complete thing.

Gentle heart takes aim …

Gentle HeartSometimes an emotional experience is overwhelming, especially for a person with a gentle heart. Let me tell you what happened to me on Friday morning.

Point blank

One of my grandsons was playing in our lounge. He and his brother have guns that fire missiles with orange tips. He decided to blast our television from close range. The TV rocked and I spoke to him, as one does.

I sat beside him with a deep sigh and a grandfatherly frown. The weight of thoughtful wisdom compressed my creaking shoulders. What, I asked him, might I feel if he broke my television and I couldn’t watch it. I asked him to put himself in my shoes.

Thinking time

He sat back, his mental cogs whirring away. His lip trembled and he started to cry. My heart ached at his distress. Tears ran down his cheeks and his head hung. He’s a big kid with equally large sobs. I pulled him on to my lap and gave him a hug.

Man to man

Next I stood him in front of me. We faced each other eye to eye. My lightbulb came on. This young human being was crying for me, for the pain he imagined he could cause me, and in grief because he didn’t want to hurt me, ever.

Dry your eyes

I hugged him again, acknowledged his tears and told him how much I valued his love and concern … his gentle heart. His face lightened. We agreed it was never a good idea to shoot TVs, and shared delight that the TV survived without a mark. It wasn’t long before we were laughing and enjoying each others’ company as usual.

The gift

There was a gift in the situation for both of us:

  • For me? I’m filled with gratitude for a young person’s love and sincere intent not to harm me … even if, from time to time, he becomes a thoughtless human wrecking ball.
  • For him? I believe this grows empathy and a developing sense of being loved and respected, even when his behaviour deserves, and gets, a rebuke.

I don’t think he’ll be shooting TVs again any time soon.

More?

The last time I wrote about him was when he might have died.

Mac Logan ©

Moving Story

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Once upon a time there lived a bad burglar called Bob. Bob was an angry looking person. He looked a bit messy.

Also there lived a good person called Sam. Sam was a policeman and he was nice to people. 

On a rainy day Bob stole 1,754 sparkly jewels from the humongous bank. He also stole 12,367,459,876,890 dollars from the bank because he wanted to be rich. 

When morning arrived Sam had already woken up. He saw Bob with the stolen money. Bob was riding his motorbike. Sam quickly got his bike and started riding towards Bob. When Sam had caught Bob he arrested Bob and Sam put Bob into the black, big, dark jail.

© Eero

Eero sent me this story in April, it is on a wall in our kitchen. 

We met up again this week and talked about sharing it. He wanted to do that. His mum approved. 

If you have comments to share, I’ll pass them on.

G’day, my name is Bruce, I’m the Mathematical Professor of Hydrodynamics at the University of Woolahmaloo. This is my Associate Professor, Charlie, he’s in charge of the sheep-dip.

 

There’s an angry public out there. The term “Ethical Professionalism” brought the tale of Bruce and his hydrodynamics, unbidden, to mind. The Emperor’s New Clothes wasn’t far behind.
 
This blog post and another tomorrow considers some of the realities and challenges facing the Banking and Finance Sectors as they take up their chosen gauntlet of becoming demonstrably ethical. In their own words: “fair, honest and trustworthy”. They want to win their way back into the hearts of the British public. The challenge is human. HR expertise will be part of the solution according to the Chartered Institute of Personnel and Development (CIPD).

The will to change

Are you ever bemused by high concepts, espoused with a businesslike and evangelical zeal by powerful people? The Finance and Banking leaders are on the bandwagon. With a sense of déjà vu, I wonder how close their pinstripe clad buttocks are to a glowing governmental barbecue.

Good intent

“Ethical Professionalism” is intended to help avoid the possibility of another calamitous meltdown and to build credibility with the public, press and regulators. Work on this concept has been progressing behind the scenes. At the start of his term, the Lord Mayor of London put his weight behind an initiative called Trust and Values in the City; a conference was run in November 2011. There, former city grandee and Chair of Lazard International, Ken Costa spoke on the topic: Reconnecting the Financial and the Ethical; an expressive and apposite title. He has been replaced by Lord (Peter) Mandelson.

 

CIPD CEO, Peter Cheese stated, in the headline on the People Management website: “HR key to restoring trust in Banking.” This suggests how training, change and development skills, amongst others, are required. Lady Susan Rice advised the importance of “our behaviours, our mindset, our judgements;” and went on to state the need for “Ethical Professionalism” (my capitals) throughout; perhaps she coined the term. The CBI is offering a Code of Ethics and Professionalism in the Banking and Finance Industry; a serious endorsement from a major British Institution.

So far so good?

The term “Ethical Professionalism” made me smile. I recall how, a couple of years ago, the CIPD reported a significant majority of survey respondents not knowing what “Talent Management” was. Talent Management seems to be more mainstream now. 
 
Can Ethical Professionalism move forward at pace; from a concept and policy to reality? It is a good idea if it really happens. 

Will the process of delivery be equal to the intent? 

Will it transform our relationship with, and our views on, the Banking and Finance sectors; to name but two categories? 

Might some other areas gain from a spot of soul-searching? Let’s not forget our politicians. You can find the second post on the banks at Naughty Banks… a very British solution.

© Mac Logan
 
Mac Logan lives near Edinburgh, Scotland, and is the author of The Angels’ Share thriller series. You can see Mac talking about his writing.
 
The Angels’ Share and DarkArt, are available as are two back-stories Fumble and The First Battle. All are published by Fantastic Books Publishing.
 
Mac will soon be releasing series non-fiction books on the human aspects of work.
 

 

You can contact Mac here. Follow Mac on Twitter: @MacLogan_writes

… Scottish Women’s Football, that’s what.



The person that said winning isn’t everything, never won anything. Mia Hamm

Flowing grace, athleticism and commitment. Those are characteristics of a team that’s 12th in Europe and 21st in the world. Much better than the men and a great deal worse off … go figure.


Yesterday I met a young woman who plays as an international for Scotland. There were no bells and whistles. Nor was there an aura of celebrity. Just an attractive young woman who I wouldn’t recognise in the street.

Our Scottish women might one day top the world! But will we ever find out? What’s stopping them? Media invisibility and a lack of money. As far as I’m concerned, that must change. And, as for the footballer I met:



What’s she got?

  • ability
  • a positive attitude
  • the grit to train and work as well
  • more than 40 international caps
  • great potential for another 7 or 8 years at the top
Fantastic you may say … sounds good, doesn’t it? 

Not as good as it could be. Wake-up! Here is a gifted young person who has no properly funded way of finding out where her potential might take her. Nightmare! Fellow Scot, Kim Little, playing professionally in England, has just been named (the first ever) Professional Footballers’ Association Women’s Player of the Year. This is a rightable wrong. There are gold nuggets here.

What’s she missing?

  • pay, enough to allow her to train and rest full time
  • a complete professional support mechanism and facilities 
  • resources to realise her potential
Our government and press exhort us to ‘be all you can be’. The SFA doesn’t appear too interested. Here we have a team that has the potential to vastly out perform their male counterparts and which may soon be even better. They might even qualify for the next women’s World Cup. If they did, would anyone notice?

This is a cause worth getting behind. Help put Scottish Women’s Football on the map and find a way to help our players realise their potential. If you live in a country like the USA where resources are available for women’s sport … lend your voices; let’s make a noise! 

As my writing gains support so my resources will flow towards my charities and Scottish Women’s Football.

© Mac Logan

Mac Logan lives near Edinburgh, Scotland, and is the author of The Angels’ Share thriller series. You can see Mac talking about his writing.

The Angels’ Share and DarkArt, are available as are two back-stories Fumble and The First Battle. All are published by Fantastic Books Publishing.

Mac will soon be releasing series non-fiction books on the human aspects of work. Find out more here.


You can contact Mac here. Follow Mac on Twitter: @MacLogan_writes

Sore feet. Interesting contacts.

How do you spot a dignitary at the London Book Fair? They don’t wear badges. If I were coming again I would attend on day one. 

You may feel out of it as an unknown author. Yet everywhere the evidence of the need for authors is on the posters, products and peoples’ lips. 

Many folk seem overwhelmed by an excited energy. Old friends meet old friends. New guys, even in kilts get smiles but not the come on … till later.

I met a helpful person from Books from Scotland. It’s nice how our little country helps us. I’ve been invited to a whisky tasting they’re running. Anyone wants to accompany me … get in touch. 

There are a couple of authors who’ve taken stands. One was Carmelo Bucca an interesting man on a spiritual mission. I liked him. The common ground we attending writers share is a belief we have to be here to connect. Will we be proven right?


© Mac Logan

Mac Logan lives near Edinburgh, Scotland, and is the author of The Angels’ Share thriller series. You can see Mac talking about his writing.

The Angels’ Share and DarkArt, are available as are two back-stories Fumble and The First Battle. All are published by Fantastic Books Publishing.

Mac will soon be releasing series non-fiction books on the human aspects of work. Find out more here.

You can contact Mac here. Follow Mac on Twitter: @MacLogan_writes


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