Stories of Cambodia
It's Wednesday, we have a flight in about five hours. Next to me are two groups, a tourist couple and three men speaking khmer, so I'm assuming they're locals. It's low season, so this cafe is fairly empty. I always get self-
It's Wednesday, we have a flight in about five hours. Next to me are two groups, a tourist couple and three men speaking khmer, so I'm assuming they're locals. It's low season, so this cafe is fairly empty. I always get self-
Saturday mornings were the best as a kid. No school, waking up late, not having to comb my hair... and cartoons. One Saturday Morning was the name of the segment where I would cartoons on TV, allowed to watch it from my parent's bedroom without interruption. Cereal when
We will cross the bridge when we get there, they say. Usually a phrase saved for people who worry about things ahead of time, interchanging it with preparation, planning, or cautiousness. This morning at the McDonald's in this city, one of the only places that would open at
We spend most of our lives making things up. The stories that we tell ourselves about what others are supposedly thinking about us are just a tiny part of them. There are also the limiting beliefs and their own stories, there's the lies we make up about how
Henry Ford was at one point questioned by lawyers in order to prove that he was intelligent by being asked a series of questions about history and obscure terminology that, at the time, would prove that someone had a university education. After taking enough questions and seemingly irritated, he exclaimed
Storytelling is what makes us human. When we ask for help in something personal, or when we're trying to make the sale, what we're really doing is telling a story. The better we become at telling a story, the easier it becomes to get what we